#but they basically made it seem in the message like this was a final straw

[basilwalsils]

Autistic lateral violence is hard for me to wrap my head around? What do you mean you struggle to recognise social cues but don't struggle to weponise them?

[fictionalwh0ree]

May i please request Billie x super girly/soft reader? They were friends for years and recently started dating and everyone has always questioned their relationship since they're polar opposites? Tysm!

pink bows- billie eilish

summary: you and billie are completely different, but thats what makes you great. unfortunately, not everyone sees it that way. when some of the hate gets too much, billie knows how to comfort you. word count: 1.4k warnings: none

billie eilish was indubitably the most gorgeous girl you’d ever seen. with the perfect balance of masculine and feminine energy, the perfect balance of cocky and humble, it was hard not to fall for her. you’d known since the moment the two of you became friends that you liked her in a more than just friends way. nothing had happened between the two of you until a couple months back, and when she publicly came out, she also revealed your relationship to the world.

people had known about your friendship, her posting you frequently on her story. people always replied, saying you guys were goals, your contrast being perfect. see, while billie opted for baggy clothes and a hat, you always leaned towards a tank top and a mini skirt, or a nice dress. you always stood out by her side, especially when you wore pink, which was usually. whether it was a pink purse or some detailing on your clothes, you always had it on. you loved the support you got from her fans. they were a light amongst all the hate you received as well.

so, when billie posted a photo of you two kissing, and then when she took you to the grammy’s as her date, you expected more support than what you’d got. besides the blatant homophobia, your dissimilarity had gone from something that made you “goals” to something that got in the way of dating. you received many messages saying things like “what do they even have to talk abt?” or “they literally have nothing in common, this has to be pr.”

you focused your energy on ignoring the comments, taking moments to appreciate the supportive fans who seemed overjoyed with the announcement. when the hate seemed to slow down, billie posted you again. this time, the two of you were matching, both of you in pink tshirts. billie’s shirt was baggy and paired well with her jeans, while yours was a tighter fitting tank paired with a jean skirt. despite all the positivity, new hate comments were coming in. people accused you of trying to turn her into you, saying you were taking away from her style. this was only on one end of the scale, your dms had become flooded with death threats too.

it started to become a lot. you started to pull away from billie a little, taking a little longer to answer her messages, making excuses to not see her, avoiding being in any photos she took. you couldn’t avoid her forever, though. billie wasn’t stupid. being new to the relationship meant you were both afraid to have serious discussions, worried about how it would turn out. on your side, you were scared that billie would think you were stupid or weak for letting the haters get to you. on her side, she was scared to ask what was wrong, worried that you’d either fallen out of love with her or that she’d push you too far.

the last straw was when you finally made plans with her to go get food. she stopped in your driveway, knowing you were probably strapping your heels or running back for your keys that were adorned with a pink bow, and pulled out her phone. she didn’t even realize when you’d walked out of the house until you pulled open the car door. she looked up at you, smiling, until she took in your outfit. you were in simple jeans with a black long sleeve, basic shoes, your hair down, and no makeup. there wasn’t a hint of pink, or girliness, in your outfit. her smile faltered and she tilted her head to the side in confusion. you planted a kiss on her lips in greeting.

“hey,” you said.

“hi,” she said back, uncertainty still evident.

“whats wrong?” you asked, knowing full well what was up.

she started the car, beginning the drive before she spoke again.

“uhm, nothing,” she said, “its just… i’ve never seen you in an outfit like this.”

“do you not like it?” you asked, worried, “i-i just wasn’t feeling the pink.”

“no no, you look great baby,” billie objected, “but, you weren’t feeling the pink? i never thought i’d hear that from you.”

“does it matter?” you snapped, “we’re just going to get food. sorry i don’t wanna put on a dress and heels.”

you crossed your arms, looking out the window. you heard billie sigh and if you would’ve been looking, you would’ve seen the way she bit her lip in thought and glanced over at you, plotting her next words.

“y/n whats been up with you recently?” billie asked nervously.

“what do you mean?” you said.

“well, i don’t know, you just haven’t been yourself recently,” she took a breath, considering whether or not she’d say what had been on her mind.

“do you- do you not like me anymore or something?” she said, eyes flicking between you and the road.

“no, no, billie, thats not it. i promise,” you said, turning to face her while grabbing her hand off the console.

“okay,” she said, smiling a little out of relief, “then what is it? and don’t say nothing.”

“honestly,” you breathed out, “i was just trying to fit in with you more.”

“fit in with me more?” she asked, confused.

“i don’t know, it feels kind of stupid to say,” you confessed honestly.

“it’s not stupid, baby, i promise. just tell me,” she comforted, placing a kiss on the back of your hand.

“well, ever since we went public, i’ve been getting all these comments and dms about how i’m taking away from your style when we match, and how we don’t match, and how we look like a pr stunt because i dress in pink and girly and you don’t,” you said, looking down.

“i guess i just got tired of it. i want people to see us and know we’re together, for real,” you muttered.

“y/n,” billie said, squeezing your hand, “how could you call that stupid?”

“i just shouldn’t have let the hate get to me,” you said.

“its not your fault,” she said, finally arriving at the restaurant drive through.

you sat still for a moment as she ordered the food and picked it up. she parked in the parking lot, finally looking over to you for more than a second.

“y/n, i like your style. i don’t want you to change, for me or for anyone else. part of what makes us work is that we’re different. i know its annoying having people think it isn’t real, but we know the truth, that’s what matters,” she said, taking your hand in hers and placing a kiss on the back again.

you looked at her, biting your lip shyly. you smiled slightly, trying to fight it a little, but it was hard. your cheeks were burning as you looked at her.

“there’s that pretty smile,” she cooed, smiling back at you.

“i love you,” you said.

“i love you more,” she replied, leaning over the console to kiss you on the lips.

she snagged your house keys from the cup holders in the middle, untying the pink ribbon that adorned it.

“give me your hand,” she spoke.

you offered it to her and she gently picked up your left hand, carefully tying a bow on your ring finger, making you blush harder. you quickly rooted through your own bag, finding and untying the pink bow that was on your car keys.

“give me yours,” you said.

she gave it to you, and you tied the ribbon on her ring finger, just as she had done to you, before leaning over to kiss her lips briefly. you pulled away, holding her hand and admiring the two pink bows, knowing one day those bows would become rings.

“lets go,” you said.

she pulled out of the parking lot and as she drove, you snagged a picture of your hands, one that was sure to become a wallpaper, a constant reminder of your love and how it transcends what anyone thinks.

[artobotsrollout]

Hey!!! i've been seeing your Knockout posts, so i wanted to shift your focus to this face that KO makes after Starscream snaps at him in the final movie

Its small but it really speaks volume about all the shit he's had to put up with and this was his last straw

OOO YES thank you for submitting this cause you're absolutely right that his face shifted in a way that made it clear that this was the final straw.

Major Transformers: Prime and Predacons Rising spoilers. Read at your own peril.

In my opinion I honestly think that Knockout wasn't planning to knock out (heh) Starscream the way he did until Starscream told him to shut up. Based on his facial expressions I think it was a slap to the face realization moment.

His face shifts from shock/dismay at Starscream telling him to shut up, to this expression of realization.

I think it's largely bc Starscream was basically the last thing in the Decepticons that could have made him stay. Whether or not someone interprets that as friendship or Knockout being hopeful that things would be different if Starscream led is up to the viewer. I think it's a mix of both tbh. I don't know if they'd be considered full on friends but as far as we could see on screen Starscream was the last friendly face that Knockout had connection to in the Decepticons.

It also hurts a bit. Considering TfP sometimes had good theming but often had messages and themes that, in my opinion, weren't explored as well as they could have been or just weren't explored further I'm unsure if this next parallel was intentional or not. But Starscream's "Shut up you!" was said after Knockout said something kinda cheesy/punny in the evil way he does. The thing is? He used to say the cheesiest shit with Breakdown. And every time one of them started a punny line or something? The other would add to it.

In a way this moment was kind of a contrast between the two relationships. Breakdown matched his energy. I don't think Breakdown got enough screentime nor did the dynamic between Knockout and Breakdown get explored as much as it could have been but you can still get a good read on their bond. And comparing Breakdown's relationship with KO vs Starscream's it's easy to see how one lifts each other up and the other is well... rocky.

So Starscream telling him to shut up made him realize the distinct difference from his relationship with Breakdown. It basically told Knockout Imo that Starscream didn't like or care about him the way a companion should. And with that realization came the realization that he really had nothing left with the Decepticons. Not even the last person he had a semi-positive relationship with actually cared about him.

Some people think Knockout's defection was just shoved in willy nilly but, in my opinion, as far as side switching goes, Knockout is honestly the only Decepticon that I think made sense even if it was rushed. I know some people say it was badly done which, totally fair. Though I would have loved to see more buildup and a sort of, episode to remind viewers how shitty he was treated so his defection felt more natural plus more bonding with Breakdown to give us a better sense that they were close, Knockout's defection honestly? Made sense if you thought about it.

Enough shitty stuff happened to him bc of being in the Decepticons, add to the fact that with Breakdown gone he was now entirely alone to warrant a side change. And from the get go he never seemed particularly loyal to the Decepticons as a whole. I've said it before and I'll say it again, Knockout joined the Decepticons for the ✨ aesthetic ✨/hj. He's already shown a tendency to enjoy roaming and doing his own thing. So him ditching when there's nothing left worth staying for? Very in character I think.

I wish it got more attention than just a brief plot point in Predacons Rising but like, TfP had been cancelled so I kinda get it.

[yridenergyridenergy]

Phalaris Vol.II - KBS Hall [2023/05/05] live report

Setlist

Hibiki

Schadenfreude

Mouai ni shosu

Devote my life

Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau

Ningen wo Kaburu

13

Uroko

Eddie

GRIEF

Gaika chinmoku

Otogi

The Perfume of Sins

Encore

JEALOUS

Sangeki no yoru

Utafumi

T.D.F.F.

Sustain the untruth

Encore 2

un deux

Man, I'm really not at my best, giving my all, when I'm squeezed hot and wet among so many people. Not to mention fighting so that people who had higher numbers don't reach the front, like the official message strictly prohibits.

Regardless, the show was very intense.

The backdrop was a huge, epic tapestry of the Phalaris head with flames. The entire show consisted of lights, there was no screen this time.

A tech came with a basket and distributed Thermos bottles, water bottles with and without straws, as well as towels for each member's spot. At Kyo's, he left something like eight bottles of water, only two had straws, so you could guess that something was going to happen with the rest.

The members started coming in and the theme tonight seemed to be more white: Shinya was as usual, Toshiya's veil and upper draping were white this time, Die I think had some white too, Kaoru wore a black+white suit with different patterns for the top and bottom and either a tie or a dress shirt underneath whose lining made an 8 shape kind of. Kyo was in contrast, wearing a black G.I.S.M. shirt with a kind of white shinigami creature on it, and black pants with large pockets and a long belt.

The show went on basically like usual. Toshiya had so much drama in his moves, the way he poses with his hand hiding his face. He also blew away his white veil exaggeratedly as he turned around after the first song, but that veil quickly left his head. Yet, he may as well have still been wearing it, because his hair made a puffy curtain over his face. Everyone on site got so hot so quickly. Toshiya's abs got shown very early on. An hour more of those and I will have them memorized.

Schadenfreude is definitely basked in red and purple light. This time, the whole crowd shouted every: "Ikedomo jigoku ka", which didn't seem to delight or faze Kyo either way.

At the end of Utsutsu, Bouga o Kurau, it was obvious what Kyo wanted us to sing, but people started the "nananananana" way too early. Kyo's face went dead, clearly disappointed. We weren't a lot who were well-timed.

In the following song though, everybody redeemed themselves. We sang each backup vocal and Kyo had us sing the entire last paragraph. He seemed to say: "Yeah, this is your moment."

13 gets more and more intense, I feel. And the way Kyo walks so slowly onto his crate using the side step for the final chorus, as though contemplating the finality of it. Ugh.

The next two songs, Uroko and Eddie, feel like a blur. When the first notes of both Eddie amd T.D.F.F. start playing, it really sets off Kyo and he moves around a lot.

Kyo was even less coordinated when it came to the clapping part in GRIEF today. Well, mocking our clapping part that he had initiated himself years ago. And the growls were all raw throughout this song.

It felt so odd to witness Toshiya's backup vocals during Gaika chinmoku after working on that compilation, but it was great! Kyo repeated and repeated the ending lyrics way after the music ended, deploying everything his throat had to offer.

Otogi came and the stage was again bathed in red. Kaoru's guitar white noise seemed shorter than before. Toshiya traced from the top of his head to the ground in general at the beginning, and even Kyo was less sensual than in Yokosuka. Anyhow, not many fans seemed to be into Otogi, from what I could see. By the way, Kyo does not sing the high-pitched "Tadaakada"s; recordings are played instead.

For the last song of the main setlist, Kyo mumbled and growled stuff with his mic on the stand, long enough that I thought he wouldn't catch enough breath to growl "Nose, Eyes, Ears" but hot damn he did and the crowd went crazy for the entire song.

The members then left swiftly, some raising their hands on their way out. We called for encore immediately. After what seemed like forever, they came back. Shinya wore black pants and a black shirt; Die was dressed similarly but his shirt was more like a black, plunging V-neck tank top; Toshiya kept his black shorts and lacey skirt but put on a white sleeveless button shirt that he has definitely worn in the past; Kaoru had a classic black dress shirt, I think? Kyo just changed to the same Japanese heavy metal shirt that he had for the encore at Yokosuka.

Jealous started playing and everyone knew we were getting something special. The band played it without much passion or interaction though. In fact, Kyo sang essentially like the studio recording, face blank. The second song, maybe even more special, Sangeki no yoru, had a bit more passion, based on the fact that he added some screaming to some of the last lines, but that's it. Oh but most of the members (Die and Toshiya, as well as Kaoru I think?) were mouthing the lyrics to one of the songs during the encore. Not sure which.

The rest of the encore is where the band picked up the beat and intensity. I can't remember exactly when, but I feel like we also had to sing a lot in Utafumi and Sustain the Untruth, as well as all the "fucker"s and Ms in T.D.F.F. The crowd just kept moving in inorderly waves, especially when the members came up close on stage.

Kyo clapped and mouthed "bye bye", then left appearing satisfied. Toshiya sprayed us with water and the four remaining members threw their stuff. I don't think they drenched their towels to send them that far? Just tied them in a knot. Toshiya was all smiles, at the end and throughout most of the show. I remember how he just kicked that left leg onto Kyo's crate during one of the encore's songs, like it was nothing.

They left and the ending instrumental played three, four times, with the pre-recorded message that the show is finished being repeated at least twice too. Staff tried to ask us to leave, but we continuee to shout a chaotic mess of "encore" and "Dir en grey". Finally, Dir en grey returned! Kyo (who had removed the black, horizontal makeup he had during the ahow) said something about the crowd being loud enough for the encore, so they came back, but wondering if it had been loud during the main setlist. That's probably echoed in his recent Twitter post about him wanting tomorrow to be a continuation from that last point of intensity.

Un deux was played and at that point I barely had two feet on the ground, we were moved left and right. All I could see was Kyo and he was smiling a lot. I think he took off his earpieces entirely, had us sing and was glad we kept doing so even as he went on with his job eventually. Then, I think that the four other members left really quickly, because it was soon just Kyo having fun baptizing people in the front row with the many bottles of water that he had in the back. He was grinning so much, until he reached the right side of the stage and then looked dead serious on drenching the person to the last bit. He'd throw the bottle cap vigorously into the crowd, empty the bottle and then either gently hand it to a fan or throw it careless away in the crowd. He left looking happy!

We then finally turned around to leave, and I think that because we saw that cameras in the back had been filming us, we started clapping at some point, just to reiterate our joy.

Besides the two old songs played at the beginning of the encore and the double encore with un deux, it felt essentially like any normal show. Kyo even kept calling out for us as "Kyoto", while I expected him to say: "knot" or "a knot". Also, even the a knot 25th anniversary does not get Kamuy? What will it take?

Last note: Kyo was definitely filmed and there were cameras in the back too. Not sure about the rest, but it sounds like this could go out onto a DVD?

[desertfangs]

Aliens pt. 2 is so good! I’ve read about 3-4 different fic versions of the aftermath of Armand and Marius’ fight and how Daniel must’ve reacted to it and I love how everyone seems to have reached to the same conclusion! I think it says a lot about how well vc authors understand these characters and these relationships that we’ve all unanimously decided that Daniel was 100% like “listen dude you’re cool but that was so fucking out of pocket” to Marius and ran to confort Armand lmao. Loved your take on it and how you had this be the catalyst for them deciding to go back to NYC after Armand made clear that he felt ignored and left out at court and was only waiting for things to cool down so they could go back to Trinity Gate. You continue filling out these little gaps in canon so beautifully!

Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! It's just such an interesting happening at Court that gets one (1) paragraph and I think we all have a lot of questions. And then we know Armand and Daniel want to leave but we get no dots to connect them! Are they connected? Feels like they must be! I'm sure it was probably a lot of things and this was simply the final straw in terms of "Maybe we should get out of here and go back to NYC for a while" but it makes sense to me for it to happen that way. (Or maybe they just wanted some alone time to really reconnect and Court was too chaotic for that, IDK!)

Daniel definitely loves and respects Marius but damn, that's a cruel insult and you know it did maximum damage to Armand. I can't imagine Daniel not giving Marius a hard look and chasing Armand after that, even if he wasn't in the room. Just hearing about it, he'd be like you said what now?

I'm honestly sort of aghast at how Armand is basically constantly shunted aside at Court. I know Anne wanted her happy L/L ending and that Armand and Lestat have a moment of... I guess it's resolution at the end there at the coronation, but it's sort of funny how he's just constantly going "Actually..." And no one listens. Even after he spills his guts. 😔😔 Makes it harder that Daniel is no where to be found when he needs that support. But I digress.

I do love that the VC fandom has such a solid handle on these guys that we can picture what Daniel is doing most of the time he's off-screen and largely come to the same conclusions! Maybe that's why he was left out. She didn't need someone to support Armand besides Benji I guess, LOL. I don't know that Daniel is necessarily on Armand's side with the whole Campaign to Murderize the Replimoids, but I do think he can understand where he's coming from. Plus he knows Armand isn't just suggesting these things to be evil.

But I am rambling!! Thank you so much for the kind message, it means a lot! I'm glad you enjoyed my take on it! 💖💖

[from-your-older-wiser-sister]

When someone has a crush on your partner

I've been in this situation in the past, and it stirs up some really tough feelings. Looking back, I have some thoughts I'd like to share related to my own experience. It's a bit of a wall of text, so my advice is at the end if you'd rather skip to that.

The Situation

My partner (A) and I were living together during university. They had made a pretty close friend in their class, B, who was really struggling with being away from home, and general mental health. A and B saw each other every day for class, as well as studying and hanging out, mostly in group settings but sometimes just them. While I would sometimes meet up with them, our schedules didn't really align. My partner loves helping people and feeling needed, so they jumped all in trying to support B, making sure that they were fully available via text and call if B needed to talk about anything. After a few months of this unconditional reassurance and support, B told A that they had developed a crush on them.

Initially I decided to be super chill about it. You can't control who you get a crush on, and it seemed pretty straightforward that nothing was going to come from this. I even spoke to B about it, and kind of laughed it off.

After a few weeks though, I started to realise just how much I was feeling jealous and hurt by the attention that A was continuing to pay to B. B was messaging A with every little thought and concern, seeking continuous reassurance in a way that struck me as more akin to how you might emotionally rely on a partner. On a group trip, B was constantly standing or sitting physically next to A, and I was miserable. Another friend on that trip knew the situation, and reassured me that I wasn't being paranoid, B's behaviour struck them as overt and disrespectful to our relationship.

Throughout all of this, my partner was in denial about B's behaviour. They saw B as one of their best friends, and gladly accepted all of the attention that B was offering along with the gratifying sense of being needed by someone that you can help. When I asked at some point whether B had crossed any lines, A could only think of B leaning on them while they were watching a movie, but A noted that they didn't really do anything besides shift away a little, because it could've just been friendly (Again, full denial).

The final straw was when I found out that B asked A whether, if we ever broke up, A would consider dating B. A told B no, but it cut me so deeply that B, who I was trying so hard to see as a friend despite everything, would so blatantly seek to undermine my relationship and my happiness. There was a big falling out between myself and B. I blamed B for all of my unhappiness that I had been feeling, and accused them of being manipulative and cruel. Simultaneously, A continued trying to maintain their friendship with B. A few months later, B started dating someone else in the group, and basically completely dropped A. This really shook A, as this undermined A's sense of being a super close friend of B, which had been their justification and source of plausible deniability for all of their interactions.

Reflection

I really regret placing all of the blame for my unhappiness on B. Yes their behaviour was selfish, but looking back on that time, I can see how young we all were, and how much we didn't know ourselves yet. We all acted in ways that perpetuated the situation, and we all could've done things differently and avoided a lot of pain.

A clear source of unhappiness for me was that I didn't know how to articulate my need for comfort and support. The jealousy I felt when A was supporting B and not myself was largely self-inflicted, because A had no way to know that I even wanted or needed support. As far as A knew, I was generally doing fine. We fell into the trap of assuming that living together was equivalent to spending actual quality time together, and so I couldn't explain or justify why I felt so lonely and disconnected from A when I was objectively seeing them everyday. I was so concerned with not being the kind of person who stops their partner from hanging out with their friends, that I didn't speak up for myself. Learning to know myself and communicate what I needed to feel comfortable was a process, as was A learning to hear and understand my experience when it didn't match theirs.

It was also entirely within A's control to set boundaries with B, and avoid most of the drama that happened. B told me later that they had assumed that A would tell them if they did anything that crossed a line, and A never did. B took what they were given willingly by A, including encouragement to seek A out whenever B wanted to talk to someone. When I was lying awake seething that B would have the audacity to be messaging A late at night, B had the understanding that this was all totally fine because if it wasn't, wouldn't A say that they could talk some other time instead? I was as much in denial about A's behaviour as A was about B. I've discussed it with A since, and learned that ultimately A enjoyed the attention they were receiving, including the sense that they were so needed by someone. A had been able to frame everything as friendship right until they were replaced by a real relationship. It was only when that attention was removed, when B stopped 'needing' A, that A could look at the situation more objectively.

Advice

If you find that your partner is spending a lot of time with a friend, and then you learn that that friend has a crush on them, here's my advice:

Communicate. Be honest with your partner about how you feel in the situation. Don't try and downplay your feelings, as that can just lead to you making your feelings easily dismissable. After shared interactions with the friend, let your partner know if anything that happened made you feel uncomfortable, including your partner's own behaviour. Work together to see if you can avoid those sources of discomfort in the future.

Set boundaries. Work with your partner on this, because you can't assume that their boundaries are the same as yours. Talk it through, and decide if any behavioural changes would be appropriate. This could look like not always being on call for this friend, and leaving their messages to be replied to later. It may look like not spending time together alone. It doesn't have to be rigid rules, but it can help to share with your partner what makes you uncomfortable, so that you can be clear of what crosses a line for both of you. It sets up your partner for success as they endeavour to respect you and your relationship.

Act with respect. Chances are the friend doesn't actually want to cause any harm. Hold them accountable for any untoward actions if its obviously out of line (like kissing your partner or something) or was explicitly pointed out as crossing a boundary. Otherwise, if they're just trying to stay friendly, try and continue to be friendly in return, and don't be hard on them for crossing lines that they didn't know about.

Consider a break. If the friend is starting to push on your relationship, or you find that you can't handle them being around your partner at the moment, it may be worth suggesting that your partner withdraw from the friendship until the crush abates and the friend's behaviour returns to normal. That could look like your partner becoming less available to spend time with this friend, or stopping initiating messaging. It's a difficult conversation, but ultimately reducing contact can help stop a crush thats been developing based on consistent interactions, and also allows room for the friend to spend time with other people who might be better crush candidates for them.

[wind-it-up-p21]

Sorry for the long anon. TW: mentions of SA.

My experience is sort of similar as i was clearly liked as a dancer and got many special parts from my teacher in dances. But as a person it seemed like she really just didn’t even want to interact with me at all. I had 3 other girls in my group and she was obsessed with them, like they were all close friends. Perhaps it was because they were older idk, also to note i was the youngest out of everyone.

I was so so so kind and constantly praising this teacher for how great she was. When i was 13, i had my first duet with another girl, 1 out of the 3 of those girls. Ill never forget when i came off stage she hugged her but not me, and this girl also had the support of her parents but my parents werent there, my heart was broken. In general i started hating dance because this teacher’s choreography was subpar, like really really bad (sorry not sorry 😭). And we were set up to fail.

I hated how she acted and treated them in class, i felt invisible, my duet rehearsals were like solo rehearsals for the other girl. She taught my class from when i was 12 to 16. So i had a long time with her and i was miserable. She clearly really never liked me at all besides my dancing, which is why its so confusing. i did nothing at all. I was very kind and very quiet.

She put a lot pressure on my entire group and would constantly yell at us and even throw things at us and to this day im like how tf am i supposed to do good when you’re mean and give trash choreography? My studio owner has brought her back to choreograph some comp dance for the past few years but not teach.

Literally almost everyone ive asked about how they feel about her at my studio says nice things, and i feel completely alone, besides one other dancer from my studio feels the same way as me. Im just like how do u like this girl lol?

I had quit dancing almost 2 years ago and had come back this year and i was able to perform a solo i choreographed at my recital that i dedicated to SA awareness, because i was SA’d at the beginning of this year and that solo helped me heal. This teacher had come to the recital and she was being weirdly nice to me and so a few days later i just messaged her to thank her for her kindness and opened up about what my solo was about and she gave the most basic lowkey uncaring response ever and i was just like yeah nvm. I also found out she invited those 3 students to her wedding this june and that was my final straw to just not give AF anymore

Im 19 now but it still does hurt me to this day a bit, i try to remember why would i want approval from someone like that anyway but yeah hopefully this made sense.

These types of situations are so important to speak up about in the dance world!

[notjohnlegere]

ive been listening to ‘manhattan’ by sara bareilles and the line “you can have manhattan cause i cant have you” and i thought you’re the perfect writer to write an angst about this!!! 🥺🥺

This is one of my all time favorite songs. I was actually already writing a fic inspired by it when you sent in this ask! What a coincidence! I listen to this song on repeat in the wintertime.

Because the fic was already basically done when you sent this, it does have a happy ending. So it’s not full angst.

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He’s My Home

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He’s My Home

Timothée Chalamet x Reader

timmy and reader have a complicated relationship. angst transpires, but in the end, it’s meant to be. part two here.

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You stood on the sidewalk in front of your apartment building. Your, now, old apartment building. It was a bittersweet moment. So many memories and good times came from that apartment. Now those memories seemed too distant. They no longer made you feel warm inside, now they hurt.

You remembered the first time you visited this city with your then boyfriend. You were from a small town, you had always dreamed about seeing the hustle and bustle of the big city, and he had promised to take you. As soon as you set foot on the pavement, you felt at home. You felt so alone, yet so connected. Everything was larger than life, yet perfectly sized to your heart. It took your breath away. You had spent that entire vacation week with him and New York City. She and he had both taken your heart quicker than you’d ever be willing to admit. He showed you everything. The touristy side of things, of course, but he also showed you all of his favorite places. His sneaky hideaway spots. He showed you New York through his eyes, which only made it that much better. You had been there for 3 days when you finally had opened up to him.

“I want to move here.” You had said, lying on your back in his bed. His apartment. His building. His city.

“Really?” He replied. His hand was in yours and his fingers rubbed lazy circles on your knuckles.

“Yeah.” You said. “I feel like this—I feel like this is what my heart has been missing.”

“Are you sure your heart hasn’t been missing me?”

That was also the first night you had made love to him. It had been magical and everything felt right. You moved to town not even 2 months later and your relationship with him and the city blossomed beyond what you ever imagined. Although, as life would have it, all good things must come to an end.

When you first saw him with her, you thought nothing of it. He was yours, you were his, that was that. You had no reason to not be trusting of his brand new costar. You were going to be seeing a lot of her, and you wanted to get along with her.

You invited her shopping with you, bought her lunch, tried your best to have a good time with her. You didn’t click, though. She was so catty, so rude to you. So you stayed away. You put space between the two of you, and you silently hoped the rest of your boy’s filming would go by fast. Every chance he got he was home in your arms, you had no doubts about him. Her, on the other hand, you had your doubts about.

Vicious messages, dirty looks from across the room, even sabotaging your dress you wanted to wear to the cast’s dinner event to support Timmy. She was pure evil to you. You kept your mouth shut as long as you possibly could, you wanted so badly to not cause any trouble, but when you saw your gorgeous gown destroyed—that was the last straw. It was his favorite color, you had bought it months ago and had it tailored to fit your every curve, you were so excited for him to see it. And because of her all of that had been shot to hell.

My god how you hated her. Hate was something you reserved for special occasions, you never held hate in your heart, but this was different. She was so much better than you in every way and she knew that. She knew exactly how to get to you. She knew exactly how to get to Timmy. Your Timmy.

It was an innocent dance at the cast’s dinner event. They weren’t even close. Timothée had agreed when he was asked because he was such a gentleman, you knew that. But that didn’t make it sting less. The smirk she had shot your way when she noticed you looking at the two of them—it made you sick. You had already felt terribly ugly in your last minute dress, and when you saw how beautiful she looked in his favorite color, you had started to cry.

You had run out, hoping no one saw, but everyone saw. Your boy chased after you and he stopped you in the hallway, only to not believe a word you said.

“Surely she wouldn’t do that, baby. I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding.”

“It’s not a misunderstanding! She hates me! She ruined my dress!”

“She didn’t even have access to our wardrobe, you’re just all worked up. I’m sure she doesn’t hate you.”

“She’s been texting me vile things all week, Timothée!”

“That’s not even her number. I don’t know who’s doing that-“

“I’m not crazy! Why are you defending her?!”

“I didn’t say you were crazy. And I’m saying this because she’s my friend. I don’t want-“

“And I’m your girlfriend, Timothée! Or is she?!”

You had run out and that was the last time you saw or spoke to him. You had texted him that night never to speak to you again and immediately regretted it, but you knew it was for the best. He could go be with her and be happy. He wouldn’t have you holding him back anymore.

Now, here you were, two weeks later, leaving your city and your boy behind. You couldn’t bear to stay here without him. It felt too empty, even on the most crowded streets. This was his city. It had never belonged to you, you were simply a wanderer. And now it was your turn to wander on. You can keep your fucking city, Chalamet. I don’t want it anymore.

You took one last look at your building before turning away. You got in a yellow cab, and it drove you away one last time. This was it. Goodbye New York City. Goodbye Timothée Hal Chalamet.

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Six months went by fast. You were settling in to your new job nicely. You were in a small town again, much resembling the one you were from, although it didn’t feel like home. You had gotten a small rental home and a roommate. You made it work, even if it wasn’t ideal for you.

He was everywhere. On tv, on magazine covers, on your social media. His life was booming beyond belief, and yours had slowed down nearly to a halt. He was thriving, you were withering. You braced yourself for the day you would have to see him with another woman. The thought made you sick to your stomach.

“Hey!” Your coworker shouted your name across the room. “Come here for a second!”

“Hm?” You hummed. You got up from your desk and walked over to your coworker, Naomi’s, desk. “Where the hell did you find that?”

“Is it actually you?” She sounded surprised. “I didn’t know if it was or not. But he just posted it. Like 20 minutes ago.”

“What?”

“Look.” She showed you her phone. You felt lightheaded. “Are you okay?”

“I- uh- excuse me.” You said and went back to your desk. You picked up your phone and opened Instagram. Surely it’s some cruel joke. You thought.

But no, there it was. Right there. Posted 21 minutes ago on his Instagram account. A photo of him holding you while you were asleep. You were hiding your face in the crook of his neck. He didn’t post a caption, he rarely did anymore. But he didn’t need a caption. You knew exactly what he meant.

You excused yourself to take your lunch break early and ran outside. You called him.

“Hello?” He answered on the first ring. He was waiting on your call.

“Timmy.”

“Come home.” Was the only phrase he uttered, barely above a whisper. You put him on speaker. You were already looking up flights on your phone.

“I’m on my fucking way.”

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[crellanstein]

Prodigious

I find it odd how the fandom focuses so much on Aang’s childhood being ruined when he learned he was the Avatar at 12, but there’s very little talk about how discovering she was the Avatar as a toddler affected Korra’s life and how she was raised.

But we’ll circle back to that...

Because this is a good starting point to talk about one of the most prevalent themes in the story, which the mainstream discussion of tends to only focus on a few characters -- That is the Child Prodigy. 

We’ll start with the two most obvious. The ones we always talk about.

Azula.

The clearest example of your typical child prodigy (if there is anything typical about a prodigy). Azula showed early mastery of very advanced Fire-Bending techniques, and is the only Fire-Bender to use blue flames, which was intended to make her stand out amongst the other villains but is also indicative that her Fire-Bending is more pure and powerful (blue flame is produced when burning pure O2 or fuel without contaminant at a very high temperature). 

All this lead to her being praised and favored by Ozai as a child, but as double-edged swords go, this also meant she had a lot of pressure on her shoulders to never fail, and she rarely did. Her ego matched her talent, and let’s be honest she was the baddest bitch the show had ever seen. Conquering Ba Sing Se, defeating the Avatar in combat, and dropping some of the most devastating lines of dialogue in villain history; she was a force nobody wanted to reckon with. 

And that become a problem for one asshole in particular...

Being jealous of his own child is just one item on a laundry list of reasons why this guy is the worst father in the history of fathers. Azula had begun to outshine him with her victories, and Ozai’s maniacal ego couldn’t handle that, so he left her behind to babysit the Fire Nation while he went out to burn/conquer the world, which also was her idea.

And while this wasn’t the only thing that aided in her demise, it certainly was the final straw which sent her spiraling down into this...

In the end Azula is a sad example of how certain unfair expectations are placed upon talented children, and the more they succeed, the more these expectations grow and weigh on the them until they either disappoint those looking down on them or surpass and embarrass their elders.

It is a lose-lose situation which inevitably destroys them.

There is a similar example of the child prodigy, but his story goes a little different.

Aang.

Even as a twelve/thirteen year-old boy Aang by far has the most impressive stats among any character in the Avatar universe.

Basically mastering 3 of the 4 Elements in less than a year, after mastering Air by the time he is twelve (not to mention inventing his own Air-bending move, the Air scooter). 

Aang is an example of a child prodigy who had too much thrust onto him at too young an age because of the talent he showed; because of this he panicked and ran away, and the world was worse off for it. 

Aang/Sokka/Katara’s story is all about how in times of War, responsibilities normally handled by adults are pushed onto kids who then have to grow up very fast in order to deal with it all.

The message is clear. War robs the young of their childhoods. 

Now, let’s talk about a different kind of child prodigy.

The Unacknowledged. 

Yes, of course I’m talking about Toph, the greatest Earth-Bender to ever live.

Because of her blindness, Toph’s family tried to keep her sheltered and safe by hiding her from the world. Refusing to believe she could ever be more than helpless. Anyone who has seen the show knows that is far from the truth.

But because her potential went unseen, there were some negative effects to her personality. Initially, she resented her parents, and rebelled; which established a certain level of independence, a bad attitude, and a hot-headed streak. Over time spent with the Gaang these behaviors subsided because she finally had friends and they accepted her for who she was. By the end of the series she was fully willing to accept aid from them when she needed it, like holding on to Sokka’s arm in environment where her bending couldn’t help her “see”. 

Toph’s story is a foil to Azula’s, both showed immense talent and badassery, but while recognition of Azula lead to ever-mounting pressure for her to succeed; the lack of recognition for Toph created a need for her to be acknowledged and set an undercurrent of frustration which leads to her acting out in the ways she does.

The lesson to take from Toph’s story is not to shelter your kid from the world out of fear for their safety, and to be open to recognizing their talents, not shun them.

Next are two more Unacknowledged.

Katara and Sokka.       

Their story, and the reason behind their circumstances, is one of the more complicated and nuanced ones in the series, so here we’ll focus on how it fits into the subject of discussion.

Because of the War, Katara was robbed not only of her mother but also of any Southern Masters to train her, and any role models Sokka could have looked up to left with his father to fight. Because of this Katara’s potential and Sokka’s genius went unacknowledged not due to neglect but rather due to circumstance. (Yes, I think Sokka is a genius, how many 15 yr olds do you know that can plan an invasion, design submarines, and spit poetry off the cuff?).

This is a further example of how War robs kids of necessary childhood experiences, and these two robberies had particular effects on both Katara and Sokka’s character developments.

Sokka had the responsibility of protecting his home put upon him at a young age. The men of his tribe leaving prevented him from completing his rite of manhood until the Gaang ran into Bato of the Water Tribe, and early on Sokka was constantly trying to prove himself as a man and a leader. Sokka is one of the smarter characters of the series, but he rarely got credit for it until the third season. Not to mention that because he wasn’t a bender he often seemed less useful than the others. The circumstances of war made his talent go unnoticed and because of that he often was unsure of himself and overcompensated to prove something.

Speaking of talent going unnoticed.

Katara is definitely one of the more talented benders of the series. After training herself for years with little progress, she essentially mastered Water-Bending in a few weeks under Master Pakku. While her anger towards the Fire-Nation mostly centers around the loss of her mother, it can’t be ignored that the delay in her training was a direct result of the Fire-Nations’ actions.  Toph’s anger and frustration vented itself as rebellion. However, the same frustration and anger is within Katara, but because she wasn’t as natural a bender as Toph she sought to learn and be respected, and when that was denied to her is when that anger bubbled to the surface in some terrifying ways. 

While Toph’s talent went unnoticed because of her families neglect, Katara and Sokka’s wasn’t acknowledged because there was nobody to acknowledge it. Because of that both brother and sister wanted to prove themselves to the world.

And then there is Zuko.

I know what you’re thinking. Zuko wasn’t a prodigy, his Fire-Bending skill didn’t catch up with Azula’s until the finale and he never mastered Lightning-Bending, but this section is about the Unacknowledged.

Zuko had many other talents besides Fire-Bending, he was a master swordsmen, and was able to successfully break into every secure facility he attempted in the show (which was almost every secure facility the show featured).  Unfortunately, these talents were never recognized, because the only thing the royal family cared about was bending ability (It’s possible the reason he learned the sword was because he lacked skill in Fire-Bending). 

As per usual with Zuko, this part of his tale is quite sad. Many can relate to being outshined by a sibling, and when it becomes all too clear that one cannot match another’s talent it’s quite understandable to focus on what they do excel at, but even then there is no promise of recognition for their own talent. Zuko was even mocked by his father during the solar eclipse when Ozai tried baiting him into attacking with his swords. 

This lack of recognition is one of many sad aspects of Zuko’s early life, but it is a definitive example of one of the hardest unacknowledged prodigy’s cross to bear. The Outshone prodigy, one whose talents are never noticed because a bigger and brighter star stands in the way of such recognition, and arguably the most frustrating type mentioned here. Toph/Sokka/Katara all came from situations were there was no recognition being given to them or anyone, but Zuko had to bear watching massive amounts of praise be piled on to his sister while he and his accomplishments went by the way side.

Ozai summed up the situation best.

“Azula was born lucky, Zuko was lucky to be born”

Alright now where have I been going with all this?

So, far we’ve covered a lot of wrong ways to treat a child, whether they show talent or not, and how the circumstances of war can also take many things from children.

But what happened to Korra?

(Before we get into to this I should state that I like Korra, and the purpose of this is not to bash her as a character or her arc, but rather to give a little of my insight into it.)

It’s well established that Aang was told of his heritage too young, and that was a detriment on his development into an adult, but what would have happened if he realized his powers himself not long after he could walk? We’ll never know, but we do get to see the effects it had on Korra. 

When she revealed herself as the Avatar, Korra set her entire life in a new direction, and because Aang tasked the White Lotus with finding and training her that direction was out of her control. There are two key differences between Korras’ and other Avatars’ lives.

1. She grew up in isolation on a White Lotus compound.

Every Avatar before Korra we know of spent a portion of their early lives traveling the world in order to master the elements; along this journey they not only learned how to bend the other 3 elements, buy also many things about the 3 other nations and the world they are tasked to protect as a whole. By confining Korra in safety and bringing the masters to her the White Lotus deprived Korra of this opportunity to learn and grow and understand the world and the people within in. It also deprived her of learning modern bending styles until she reached Republic City.

While this might have kept Korra safe from the Red Lotus, it grew within her a naiveté about how the world worked, and because of this when she actually did venture out into the world she was terribly unprepared for it.

2.  She was trained and mastered 3 of the elements by the time she was 16.

Most Avatars don’t know they have this power until they reach 16 and then they spend several years learning to control it. Korra’s natural talent in the bending lead to her training being expedited not by necessity like Aang’s, but due to her talent and eagerness. Korra excelled at the physical part of being the Avatar and because of this by the time she reached maturity she had become over-confident in her abilities and true to what her Fire-Bending master said in Ep.1 she lacked restraint.

I’m not saying her bending isn’t great, but rather because it is so great it’s her go-to solution to anything, and she enjoys that so she uses it with enthusiastic gusto and not a lot of thinking before striking.

This overconfidence coupled with her naiveté of the world is what lead to many of her rash decisions and actions, most of which had negative consequences, and I believe are the reason behind some fan are dissatisfied with her. Aang had been almost the complete opposite, even by the age of twelve he was an experienced world traveler and an incredibly humble guy. 

Some may have been dissatisfied by these character decisions, but they served a purpose, they are only the beginning of her arc. The internal challenge Korra must overcome through 4 seasons is to humble herself before the world, and learn from it. This was finally achieved in the 4th season when the metal poisoning in her body forces her to face others in the world as equals, only then had she completed her journey.

And why did it all go this way?

Because she is a very unique child prodigy, what she demonstrates in the first episode of LOK would be akin to a toddler playing the violin or hitting a three-pointer; she could bend 3 elements close to just after learning to walk. That is the kind of prodigious talent rarely seen because it is mostly impossible. How does a rational person handle a child like that? 

It’s a tough question, and something this essay has been circling around the whole time. Each example here is the wrong way to handle talented and different children, but what is the right way?

As always look to Iroh.

Who treated his surrogate son Zuko with both respect and compassion. 

Unlike Toph’s parents, Iroh worried over Zuko’s well being, but also allowed him to be independent, make his own decisions, and take his own risks.

Unlike the Nomad Leaders, he didn’t want Zuko weighed down by his position in the world and the responsibility that came with, and always encouraged him relax and take advantage of the moment.

Unlike Ozai, Iroh would always be there to support Zuko in his victories and his failures. Iroh shows him the right path but does not force him down it.

And even after Zuko betrayed and abandoned him.

Iroh was never angry with him, and embraced him upon his return.

He wanted Zuko to grow and be a better man. Even if Zuko wasn’t a prodigy like his sister. 

And that is the answer here. The way to raise a prodigy is the same way anyone should raise any child. Love, Support, a Guiding Hand rather than a Forceful Shove, Recognition of What Makes Them Unique, and Forgiveness When They Falter. The problem comes along when you start treating children differently because you see them as different or special. All children are different, all children are special.

Kids are kids, and they all deserve a proper childhood.  

[purplehairedwonder]

Chapter 1057: In the End (It Doesn’t Even Matter)

No regrets for the Linkin Park lyric in the title. (RIP Chester.)

Well, it’s happened. Wano is officially over. I have some mixed feelings on how this final chapter plays out.

So, let’s start with the elephant (or wolf? considering his DF) in the room: Yamato decides not to leave Wano with the Straw Hats.

I’ve made no secret of the fact I’m not a Yamato fan, so on a personal level, I’m relieved he’s not joining the crew. Plus, the fact his DF is of the guardian deity of Wano was a flashing neon sign that he would probably stay as well as the way he was with Momo for basically the entire raid connects him to Wano. 

But on a storytelling note, this is such a strange choice for a few reasons. 

First, it seems like every third sentence Yamato has said is about wanting to go to sea and wanting to join Luffy. What was the point of all that build up if Yamato decides to stay -- and the conversation he has with Luffy about it is off-screened!

Second, in hindsight, what is the point of the character at all? One of the reasons I wasn’t a big Yamato fan was his late entrance to the story and sudden screen time despite... not really doing all that much. But if he joins the Straw Hats, there’s at least some kind of payoff to that. 

With Yamato staying behind, well, you can remove him from the story and very little actually changes. The functions he does perform, like help hide Momo or delay Kaido, could have been performed by myriad other characters. That’s panel space that could have been given to a lot of other interesting plotlines that were going.

I don’t doubt we’ll be seeing Yamato again before the end -- maybe with Pluton? -- but for now, everything surrounding this character’s portrayal has been... odd.

Then we get Momo’s farewell to Luffy. The Straw Hats head to the port in the last chapter without saying anything to Momo or Kin’emon, and they’re both upset about this.

(Side note: I think too much space was spent on flashbacks to other moments in the manga; this would be a great place for the anime to flesh out but to save page space in the chapter.)

Something that makes zero sense to me is that everyone left without saying anything to Momo or Kin’emon but then Luffy says they’ve been waiting so they could give Momo their flag? 

Why would they be waiting if there was no way to know if Momo would realize they’d left before they actually set off?

Luffy’s response is just “we’re meeting now, aren’t we?”

Zero sense.

Still, this is a great panel. Luffy is truly an Emperor. He’s come so far from that barrel in the East Blue.

And Momo’s tearful farewell. Despite his adult body, he’s still a boy and is going to miss his hero. I’m glad we got such a lovely farewell for a character who has been with us for so long.

Sticking with the Kozuki, we see the story of the raid being told to the people of Wano with some dramatic flourishes. Hiyori gets a lot of focus (ironic considering how she was sidelined).

This panel is absolutely gorgeous...

But that is a weird message. I get the parallel to the “I am Oden, and I was born to boil” catchphrase but switching from Oden’s first name to the Kurozumi clan name and saying they were born to burn when the Kurozumi had been persecuted for the actions of a few, leading to festering hatred in people like Orochi and Kanjuro, and making it a motto for people to cheer along to...

Feels like lessons were not learned.

ANYWAY. Poor Raizo didn’t get the same glow-up that Shinobu did from Greenbull’s attack, and that makes makes the latter turning tall and thin even worse. Oda, c’mon.

AND. Saving the best for last: the departure of the crews. 

The Straw-Heart alliance is over (I cry), and Law continues to be tsundere AF.

Law:

Everyone else:

Side note: I love Nami’s outfit here.

But we can’t end Wano without one final round of Captain Trio shenanigans. I never get tired of the way these three bring out the chaos demons in each other.

This gave me a flashback to the Sabaody auction house. Even the sound effect is the same for Luffy and Law.

Some things never change XD

The ships going over the waterfall is a great panel.

Dumbasses, all three of them.

Get you a man who can do both?

I love this trio so much. I miss them already.

So, that’s it for Wano. Gotta say, somehow it was both rushed and slow, stretched and overfull. I feel like Oda may have bitten off more than he could chew with the scope here, and the rushed ending was the result. Lots of good stuff but also a lot of questionable things as well.

And now... hopefully we’ll see more about what’s happening around the world. 

[bonkie-barnes]

Spoons

natasha romanoff x gn!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: chronic illness, mention of medicine, self deprecating thoughts

A/N: this is me 1000% projecting about my guilt that comes with my chronic illnesses. they're kicking my ass rn. this is a vent fic, but if you resonate with this at all, i hope you enjoy :)

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Beep. Beep. Beep.

The alarm clock on Natasha’s bedside table has been going off for a full minute already. You merely roll over and cover your head with Natasha’s pillow. It smells like her.

You have absolutely no energy to get up, let alone reach across the bed to turn the alarm off. Your head feels heavy and your body aches something terrible.

The list of chores you have to do around the house today sits uncomfortably in the back of your mind. The list of friends who have texted you about making plans to hang out sits there too. The idea of staying in bed all day sounds more and more appealing by the second. You know this because the alarm is still blaring into the otherwise peaceful morning air.

Just as you’re gathering the strength to sit up and turn the alarm off, Natasha walks in. She looks at her watch and her brow furrows in confusion.

“What are you doing, sleepyhead?” she asks you with a little smirk. There is concern in her eyes, though she masks it well.

You’re both fully aware the alarm has been going off for seven minutes straight now.

“Just tired, love. You know how much work it takes to reach over,” you say in a joking manner, hopeful that you can get past this without worrying her too much.

Natasha eyes you suspiciously for a second before giving in.

“How was your workout?” you ask her sincerely.

As she starts rambling about her morning activities, you feel a sense of shame. You’ve barely managed to wake up in the time it’s taken her to complete a full workout routine. Hell, you couldn’t even find it in you to turn the alarm off.

You finally focus on her rant as it comes to an end. Natasha is looking at you expectantly. Shit. She’s asked you a question.

“Huh?” you grunt.

She chuckles before answering, “I asked if you were ever going to get up and get in the shower, stinky.”

You put on a fake smile but fail to meet her eyes, the shame eating you up. It has been a few days since your last shower, but it’s just so hard to find the strength and energy to get up and stand in one place for more than a minute or two.

If Natasha notices the far away look in your eyes and the grimace on your mouth, she doesn’t say anything.

After one of the quickest and most unproductive showers you’ve ever taken, you find Natasha waiting for you in the kitchen. She’s taken it upon herself to make breakfast for you both.

You kiss her cheek and thank her as you sit down at the table. The warm cup of coffee she sets down in front of you is a godsend. The warmth emitting from the cup helps to diminish the pain in your knuckles, if only slightly. You send up a silent prayer to whomever might be listening that the caffeine will help with the fatigue today instead of making you sick.

Natasha sits down in the chair next to you with her own plate. She runs her eyes over you in a scrutinizing manner. She wants to think you don’t notice, but you do.

Clearing your throat in hopes to take her focus off you, you ask about her plans for the day.

“Oh, you know, mostly just busy work. I have a ton of paperwork to get through,” she tells you through an exaggerated sigh. “What about you?”

The list of chores screams at you again. “Mostly just some things around the house. Grocery shopping, laundry, boring shit like that.”

Natasha hums around a sip of her coffee. It surprised you just how much cream and sugar she takes in hers. It’s just one of the many unpredictable things about her that made you fall in love.

“Super exciting. I hate to miss out,” she teases you.

You crack a smile to appease her. Inside, though, you realize just how little she understands. These errands seem so simple to her, when to you, they are the most daunting of tasks.

You’re brought out of your thoughts by Natasha standing up to take her plate to the sink. She comes back to kiss your cheek and let you know she’s going to go get ready, before walking out of the room.

You suspect the amount of housework you’ll get done today will be minimal, so you decide to at least make Natasha some lunch. Maybe it will lessen the disappointment she feels when she comes home to see everything exactly as it was when she left, you think.

Your plan is halted as you’re making her sandwich. The stupid cover on the peanut butter jar is stuck. You can’t open it for the life of you. The guilt comes in like a tidal wave. You can’t even do something as simple as make lunch for her, your brain supplies for you.

Natasha returns from getting ready to see you standing in the kitchen with a glare on your tired face.

“What’d the peanut butter do to you this time,” she jokes.

“I can’t.” Tears well up in your eyes.

She comes up to wrap you in a hug from behind. She softly asks, “What can’t you do?”

“I can’t open the jar,” you mutter softly, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed.

“It’s okay, love. Let me help,” she tells you delicately before kissing the spot under your ear. She can tell this is affecting you more than usual and wishes for nothing more than to be able to take away your distress.

You mutter a thank you before continuing to make her sandwich. You pack everything into a bag and write a small note to finish it off. You know Natasha loves the little messages you leave her periodically, and nothing will stop you from trying to make her as happy as you can.

Goodbyes are said as you both wander closer to the door. Natasha makes sure to hold you longer and tighter than usual. You don’t comment on that.

The silence that encompasses the room as soon as the love of your life leaves is suffocating. You can feel the exhaustion from purely getting up and getting ready creeping up on you. Logically, you know that you shouldn’t overexert yourself, but the shame is eating you up. Already on a roll, might as well keep on going, you think to yourself.

You go back to your mental to-do list and debate what to start with. The grocery store doesn’t sound terrible. Some sun would do you some good. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen the world that exists outside of your house.

Wandering back to the bedroom to get your phone and shoes, you try to push the fatigue from your mind. In your attempt to block out the tiredness, you fail to recognize the ever-present pain in your joints increasing. It’s only when you sit down and bend over to put your shoes on that you register the feeling. Your hips ache severely; so much so, that you can’t hold your position long enough to get your shoe on your foot.

This seems to be the straw that breaks the camel’s back, seeing as you immediately burst into tears. The pain mixed with your inability to do basic, everyday activities completely overwhelms you as you break down.

There’s absolutely no chance that you’re going to complete this task, let alone all the other ones on your list. You let out a sigh as you stand up and shuffle to your room, phone and shoes forgotten in the living room.

You let the weight of your emotions crush you as you climb into bed and under the covers, your wife’s pillow clutched closely to your chest.

Your tears cease to stop, even as you succumb to the sleep you so desperately wished to hold onto this morning.

- - -

Natasha comes home to an eerily silent house. On any typical day, she would come home to the noise of your favorite show or music softly playing, whether it be from a speaker or from your guitar. Your shared house consistently was filled with life and sound. It was one of her favorite parts of her day; coming home to you in your own element, laughing or singing. You are her home.

This newfound silence has her exceptionally worried. Even on your bad days, there was at least a laugh track coming from the TV or the smell of hot chocolate coming from the kitchen. Now, there’s absolutely nothing. For a split second, Natasha thinks that you may never have come back from the grocery. Her heart rate spikes. The sight of your phone on the coffee table and your shoes strewn haphazardly on the floor puts those worries to rest.

“Darling?” she calls from the entryway. There is no response. She carefully removes her boots and coat before moving through every room in the house, calling out for you softly in each.

She makes her way to the bedroom, lightly knocking on the door as she lets herself in. She sees the rise and fall of your chest and is filled with a sense of relief she didn't know she needed.

"Love? Are you awake?"

You grumble out an answer that could be understood as a 'yes'.

Natasha carefully sits down on the side of the bed that you are facing.

"Can you tell me what's going on?" she requests softly, in fear of upsetting the quiet environment of the bedroom and making things worse.

The tears that started up again when you wife called out the first time get even heavier somehow.

"Oh love, come here."

She carefully gathers you in her arms and rests your head on her chest.

"Does this have anything to do with the peanut butter jar this morning?"

You nod. One of your favorite things about your wife is her ability to observe and understand what you're going through.

"I just can't do anything today. Everything hurts and I'm so, so tired," you whisper, followed by a heartbreaking sob.

"It's okay love. Please don't cry," Natasha whispers back.

"But it's not! It's not okay!" You sit up from her chest to let out your rant. "You've done so much today and I could barely wake up. You work so hard and I should be able to do stuff around the house so you can come home and not have to worry about anything," you finish with a sigh.

Your wife puts her hand under your chin, forcing you to look in her direction. "Love, look at me. Believe me when I say that I don't care about the state of the laundry or if the pantry has been stocked. All I care about is you. All I want is for you to be okay. It's killing me that you feel like this and I can't do anything to take it away from you. What I can do, though, is tell you just how proud I am of you. You are the strongest person I know, and I work with the Avengers."

You giggled at that. Natasha smiles at your small second of happiness.

"Are you sure? Because I was going to get so much done today and I was trying to-"

Natasha cuts you off with a soft kiss.

"My love. Listen to me. All I care about is your health and happiness. If staying in bed and catching up on sleep is what you needed today, then that's all I expect from you. I never want you to hurt yourself trying to do more than you can. We all have limits. It’s okay to need a break some days. I love you and I am so very, very proud of you."

With a long look into her eyes, all you find is love and adoration directed towards you. There's no disgust or disappointment as you had anticipated.

"I love you too," you utter quietly.

Natasha smiles and leaves a long kiss on your forehead. "What if we got some pain killers and some food in you? We can even put on your favorite movie. Does that sound good?"

You nod. Natasha gets up to get you some medicine and to order some food, while you get your favorite movie loaded on the TV.

Later that night, when both your stomachs are full and your wife is obnoxiously singing along to the songs in the movie just to make you laugh, you realize just how loved you are.

You don't know how tomorrow will treat you, or the day after that. What you do know, however, is that Natasha will always be there to support and love you. Your pain level and ability to function is always an uncertainty, but your wife's love will never be.

- - -

A/N: as always, i try to keep it gender neutral. if you find a mistake, please let me know! feedback is appreciated! to all my chronic illness buddies out there: i love you, you've got this :)

taglist: @007giu

[sevdoesnotexist]

Hey do you know what happened to @cock-dealer/morg? Sorry for the random ask i saw you reply often but like. i was offline for like a week straigh5 and now hes gone + im genuinely sad and also worried bc he was one of my fave bloggers lmao is he okay?

Hey so a lot has happened since March if you haven't been around. Essentially (from my understanding), Morg experienced abuse at the hands of medical staff during a hospital stay that left him in a really bad place dealing with the trauma that was brought on by that. He is and was often posting about his poor mental health and suicidal ideation.

A few weeks ago he had attempted to kill himself, I don't know him well enough to say what attempt # it was for him overall but I'll say "the first time" even though I don't think it was. In around this time too, there was "slur discourse" happening around who should and shouldn't call themselves a cripple and a lot of discussion around honouring Tai's memory by respecting the origins and meaning behind the cripplepunk movement.

A lot of emotions were running high and honestly I had seen the discourse in the community as petty insquabbling until shit hit the fan. I was kinda not touching it past my opinion on cripple being a slur that only some people can reclaim. Anyways through this discourse Morg had been receiving a lot of anon asks egging him on, telling him he's a shit person, really just generally horrible stuff and some anons who weren't necessarily approaching in bad faith got caught in the crossfire, which those interactions were used by the handful of people vocally disagreeing with Morg to further the narrative that he was a Big Bad Exclusionist™

Eventually Morg got pushed past the point of frustration and presumably while under the influence of whatever he had taken in an attempt to take his life or I also know he has mentioned the stress of it let to a psychotic episode which seems to make a lot of sense to me. Basically, he sent an anon to one of the people who was one of the instigators and main users furthering the discourse vaspider an ask that read along the lines "you got what you wanted" and posted that he had tried to kill himself for the "second" time. Around this time I know I was personally very worried and constantly refreshed his blog and sent him anons with kind messages like everyday just trying to combat the SHEER amount of hatred he was receiving not FROM users like vaspider and happysadyoyo but BECAUSE of how they were framing his mental health crisis was definately resulting in MASSIVE amounts of anon hate and suicide baiting.

The final straw for me is when I made a vent post about my feelings on the matter and vaspider literally shouted me down and called me an asshole for venting about my medical trauma and my feelings on the cripplepunk discourse. It was a really mask off moment for me I think they felt like betrayed that I didn't side with them since we were mutuals or something but regardless it made me really uncomfortable and honestly was incredibly triggering also so I blocked them as well as y'know, whoever I felt like, as I'm allowed to :))

Then like a week after that all happened, happysadyoyo, a user who WAS mutuals with me and vaspider but had actually NEVER interacted with Morg in his life, made a fucking YOUTUBE VIDEO about morgs suicide attempt, relating it to the show Thirteen Reasons Why and his own time spent being a manipulative asshole, essentially trying to insinuate that Morg had tried to take his life as a way to guilt and manipulate someone over Internet slur discourse. Yup. I was disgusted by the behaviour and openly said as much. The link is actually still up as far as I'm aware, yoyocunt refused to take the video or even the post with the link down, citing "his own psychosis"

From there I guess people who were watching this happen to Morg from the sidelines thought it would be funny to give those users a taste of their own medicine and started sending them a lot if gross anon hate including stuff like scat porn. I also think this was probably an attempt by some to paint Morg and his followers in a bad light. I mean while we had a giggle over the misfortune of people who had been royal douche canoes, we also all have made it pretty clear that we don't condone sexual harassment or suicide baiting. Those users often take screenshots of posts Morg makes without the context of a reblog or the notes cropped out in order to give the impression Morg is like, actively telling his followers to send them death threats and poop vids but like, that's just not the case.

So like you missed the most batshit insane turn of events, I don't think I covered everything concisely because I'm high but yeah basically people started disrespecting a dead kids movement and memory as well as trying to villainize a mentally ill trans dude for disagreeing with them and being rude about it

And, he's still here by the way, he's just @penis-peeper now.

[thefanficmonster]

Let Them Talk

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female) ft. Sykkuno

Warnings: Swearing, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, a bit of Angst

Summary: We can all agree Among Us is a fun game on its own but what makes it ten times better is playing it with the right company. Y/N could agree 100% Being a streamer herself, she loves playing with the streamer gang that includes her boyfriend and best friend. But, what happens when her boyfriend starts doubting her feelings for him due to her close relationship with her best friend.

Requested by @cheetoscat . Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope the final product is worth the wait. Enjoy! Love, Vy ❤

Y/AU/N - Your Among Us Name

I settle in my gaming chair, adjusting my webcam one last time before joining the Among Us lobby with my friends. 

“Hi everyone!“ I say into the mic, a smile plastering itself on my face. Discord is a magical thing, man. It’s so easy to forget that the people you are talking to aren’t around you or within arm’s reach. You could be separated by miles and miles of land or - in our case - oceans as well. Distance becomes negligible when you hear your friends’ voices, their laughter; when you have a good time together despite being each behind a screen, often times alone.

Well, I’m one of those lucky ones that isn’t alone. No one knows that, though. Everyone thinks I’m a single, self-employed girl that’s straight out of college. And they are 90% right. Only thing is - I’m not single. That would be a shocker in and of itself, but revealing who’s changed my relationship status would be a bomb with a whole new intensity.

Speaking of my significant other who shall remain unnamed - just kidding, it’s Corpse - his form materializes in the doorway of my recording room. I give him a hand signal the camera isn’t able to capture, alerting him of the fact that my mic is on. He replies by blowing me a kiss and walking off down the hall to his recording room where he’ll be stationed for the next three or so hours.

I owe this relationship to my best friend Sykkuno. I’m a pretty new and not very well known on the platform, however, thanks to him I haven’t only obtained a boyfriend, but a following of a little over million subscribers as well. 

It all started with an invitation to fill a spot in the Among Us lobby him and his friends had created. It took him quite a bit to convince me to join, but I eventually caved and agreed. Suddenly, there I was. In a Discord call, in an Among Us lobby with some of the most well-known names on this platform. I’m talking YouTube legends. I was that puppy playing with the big dogs. The newbie tagging along with the big leagues. Or at least that’s how I felt until we all started vibing - talking and teasing each other as though we’ve known each other for years and not minutes.

When I joined the call, Corpse wasn’t present. After everyone else introduced themselves, Sykkuno informed me that we were waiting for Corpse to return. The name sounded really cool to me and I was genuinely very excited to meet this Corpse guy.

And then, out of the blue - no prep, no warning...

“Did you get someone to fill the spot? Oh- Hello, Y/AU/N.“ 

…he started talking and he had me star-struck. Apparently, he also had me a blabbering mess cause I remember blurting out: “Whoa, who’s this guy speaking in bold and underlined at the same time?”

The entire lobby, including Corpse, laughed. Sean, or Jack like they called him most often, answered my question, “That is the voice of God, Y/N. Its source is named Corpse, though.”

Heat spread from the bottom of my neck to the tips of my ears. I was mortified by my own stupidity. I was well aware they couldn’t see me and I was incredibly thankful for that, but I simply could not get myself to open my eyes. “I’m so sorry.” I said through nervous laughter.

“No, no, I like that description. Bold and underlined at the same time, huh?“ His voice sounded even more pleasant when it had that teasing, mischievous note to it. That thought popping up in my head only made things worse for my self-esteem and only made me more embarrassed, causing me to hide my face in my hands. “You sure it’s not in Italics as well?“ 

His question got a weak laugh out of me. “Nope, definitely not. Nothing Italic about it.“

Yes, I don’t even know how some terrible jokes about MS Word fonts got me as far as a romantic relationship, but they did! We’ve been living together for quite some time now, dating for even longer - hiding it just as long. It’s not that we have been actively trying to hide it or something, we just wanted to see how long it would take someone to become sus of us. When we realized no one would notice, we decided that if any rumors about us started, or even fans shipping us, we’d come clean. That hasn’t happened either, so we haven’t had the proper chance to address our relationship and neither of us minds.

At this point, I’m honestly afraid of revealing it to the gaming squad. Sykkuno especially. He’s my best friend, after all. I can see him being hurt by the fact that I kept a secret so big even from him. The last thing I wanna do is hurt my best friend but it’s already too late for that, it’s inevitable.

“Y/N have you looked at Twitter today?“ Rae, another streamer I’ve become close with over the months, says urgently.

Overlooking the tension in her words, I answer: “Nope, haven’t had the time. Why? What’s up?“

Before Rae can say anything else, Sykkuno joins the conversation, his voice somehow even more urgent than Rae’s. “It’s nothing, Y/N. If you see it, just don’t let it bother you, ok?”

Hearing such a tone from Rae isn’t unusual, but hearing it from Sykkuno is completely different and a lot more worrisome. “Well if it has the potential of bothering me it can’t be nothing. What’s going on?”

Just then, my phone dings with two notifications. I check to see they are messages from Rae.

“I sent you screenshots. Sorry, Sykkuno. She has to know in order to address it and defuse it as well. I know better than anyone how fast these rumors can spread, especially if no one reacts to them.“ She says, her tone barely apologetic at all.

I open the screenshots she has sent me and I find myself frozen in shock. Some old pictures of Sykkuno and I have been posted on Twitter by some random user. These pictures have started an entire thread of suspicions surrounding our relationship.

The pictures in question are from a New Year’s Eve party a mutual friend of ours held two years ago. Sure, in the pictures we are a lot closer than what would be considered a platonic proximity. And yes one of the pictures is of me kissing his cheek. Yes we were both a bit tipsy. I acknowledge all those things and yet none of them are concrete reasons for these rumors to have started piling. 

“This is silly.“ I finally say after maybe five minutes of silence on my end. ”This is absolutely ridiculous! And why are people so serious about it as well? Actual, important matters get discussed more nonchalantly than the potential relationship between two online personalities! What is this world we live in?“ I know I shouldn’t let these rumors get to me like this, especially not on camera. Still, I can’t help it. I feel it’s so unfair to Corpse. He has to put up with this as well and it’s by no means easy for him. I’ve been shipped with people from our group in the past and he always took those rumors to heart despite acting like he didn’t care. Neither of us should get worked up, but him getting upset about them creates a domino effect with my emotions - causing me to be hit just as hard as him, in some cases harder.

Rumors of the past aside, this one is the worst by far. Mostly cause even Corpse himself suspected something between Sykkuno and I at the very beginning, when we were still acquaintances, barely crossing into the realm of friends.

I pull up Twitter to look for the whole thread, barely sparing my stream chat a glance in the process. It seems pretty split - those who agree with me and those who think Sykkuno and I make ‘such an adorable couple’. The thread is ridiculously long, and if we take into account that it was only started approximately five hours ago, you can either view it as impressive, amusing or sad. Why sad? Because someone has dedicated so much time and effort into fueling the fire of a weakly supported theory.

I love Sykkuno with all my heart. Everyone knows that - fandom, streamer squad, Corpse and Sykkuno included. I love too much and too platonically to ever even dream of having a romantic connection with him. I thought that was more than obvious, but people are either blind here, or just grasping at straws. One thing’s for certain - they’re stepping on a nerve.

“Hey where’s Corpse? Did he disconnect?” Felix asks, gaining my full attention. My eyes dart to the monitor, searching through the little avatars in a desperate search for the one of my boyfriend. It’s nowhere to be found.

“He just messaged me saying his connection is unstable but he might join us later.“ Rae says, “You guys can invite someone to fill...“

“Bathroom break.“ I interrupt, not waiting for a response before shutting my mic off, putting the ‘BRB‘ graphic on my stream and yanking the headset off. I basically run down the hall to Corpse’s recording room, my heart pounding like a bass drum.

“Corpse?!“ I call out to him, one hand already on the doorknob. When five seconds pass by without a response, I barge in. 

Inside, I find his usual spot on the gaming chair empty and his slumped figure seated on his bed.

“Corpse?“ I try again, watching for even the tiniest change of body language. He remains still as a statue, not bothering to look up at me either. 

His hands are gripping the edge of the mattress, his head hanging low. His eyes are covered by the short curtain of his dark messy curls. I can’t gauge much. Is he angry? Is he sad? Both? How should I approach the situation?

Before I find the answer to any of those questions, I am kneeling in front of him, our height difference eliminated. I gently pry his hands off the mattress and take them in mine, holding them firmly but tenderly. With one hand I reach up to tilt his head so his eyes can meet mine. He complies, his tear-filled brown orbs meeting mine. Those tears have the same effect on me as fifty sharp knives stabbing into my chest. These tears focus their attack straight on my heart, tearing it to pieces.

“Baby....“

He cuts me off, “Why is it always someone else, huh? Do they deem me not worthy of being with you? Do they think you deserve better?” His voice wavers, “Well, they might be right. They are correct and there’s little I can do to prove them wrong. They mean you well, Y/N - pairing you with guys better than me. Those are some loyal fans you’ve got. They only want what’s best for you. And so do I. If ‘best’ is being with someone else then...”

It’s my turn to cut him off. I put an end to his nonsense ramble that’s slowly killing me by pressing my finger against his lips. The sternness of my gaze is beyond me as I get up and walk over to his computer setup. I put on his headset and hop into the call as well as the lobby with his avatar.

“Hey Corpse’s back!” Toast says, “Good to have you back buddy.”

“No, not Corpse.” I say in a casual, nonchalant voice.

“Wait, wha-“ Sean’s voice shows just how confused he is, representing the confusion of the entire lobby actually.

“I know all of you are streaming so this message will be heard by several different audiences so I’m gonna make myself perfectly clear.“ I take a deep breath, “Sykkuno and I aren’t dating. He’s a lovely guy and he deserves to find a girl who will treat him right. That girl isn’t and won’t be me though. I am already treating someone right. Someone who treats me more than right as well. An amazing person. A man-child with a heart of gold. You know him, to a certain extent. He goes by the name of Corpse Husband, but I prefer to call him ‘Love of my life’. Thank you for your time and attention, goodbye.“

I exit the call and turn around to find a stunned Copse looking at me.

“That was meant for you just as much.“ I say with a fake strict attitude, one hand on my hip the other rested on his desk behind me, “Were you listening?“

Within milliseconds, he’s on his feet standing directly in front of me, his lips inches away from mine. “I heard and memorized every word. But...” he pauses for a moment, “I think you have no idea how big of a chaos you just created.”

I smile mischievously, “We’ll worry about that later. For now...” I close the gap between us, connecting our lips in a sweet and passionate kiss. 

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[hannahhasnofriends]

two people one bed | dream

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summary: famous bed sharing trope!

pairing: dream x reader

warnings: swearing, fluff :)

word count: 1.7k

a/n: this fic was weird to write bc i normally write that the character calls him clay but with the setting it didn't seem right lmao – also psa, i have very little knowledge about constellations but i thought it was cute so i left it in lol

many members from the dsmp decided to take a road trip together (yes they clowned on dream the whole time)

it was a week long trip and it was finally the last day! you'd went cross country, stopping at a few different airbnbs along the way

and at this point, you were kind of over it😐don't get me wrong, it'd been an amazing trip, but you'd had little to no alone time in a week and you were just relieved to be going home after this

until you saw the last house, where someone had to share a bed.... and you and dream had just happened to pull out the two shortest straws…

‘Damn it.’ You mentally rolled your eyes, of course you’d end up the one to share a bed on the last day. You’d been driving all day and considering it was only one night, you had no mental energy to argue over sharing. Dream didn’t even seem phased at the fact, honestly you almost felt bad about how annoyed you were with everyone with how nice he’d been about it all. But he was always like this, he was always kind to you.

That was until you rolled over for the hundredth time that night. The space between the pillow wall you'd built and the edge of the bed was seeming to get smaller and smaller as the night went on. Even though the air was thick in the room, your feet were cold from Dream hogging the blanket and the bed would shake every few minutes from his constant movement. You could tell he was awake even though he was staying silent, and you tried your hardest not to let out an annoyed huff.

Finally, he shifted to peer over the pillow wall. In the dark you could still make out his green eyes and fluffy hair.

"You awake?" He whispered. You groaned internally, literally why does this man want to have a conversation now?

"No."

"Oh come on now, you can't say that and be asleep. I cant't sleep. We should do something." He shifted again so his forearms were leaning against the wall, basically destroying it.

"We are doing something. It's called trying to sleep so we can wake up at a good hour and go home." You sighed, screwing your eyes shut.

"It's only like 1 in the morning, we have plenty of time to sleep. Come on.. please, it'll be fun." Whatever, fine, maybe he'll actually calm the fuck down after this.

"Fine. What the hell can we even do right now." You opened your eyes up again, staring at the ceiling.

"We can go for a drive?" You can hear the smile in his voice. This man's love for driving was absurd.

"Uh how about no? We've literally been in the car all day and I'd rather not go back until we have to." You finally turned to face him, he wore a lopsided grin and a crooked pajama shirt. Cute.

"Fine, fine. How about we just go for a walk, yeah?" You grumbled, swinging your legs over the edge of the bed and grabbing the hoodie you left on the floor. No way in hell were you changing for this, it was bad enough you were even indulging in it.

“Alright,” He grinned in your direction, slipping a pair of shoes on. “We can walk to that clearing with the little pond we saw on our way here, it's not far."

"That's fine but can we please not be out forever? I'm serious about getting sleep." You recalled the place he was talking about, it was pretty over there. Plus, you were pretty sure you could see the stars tonight.

Dream hummed, "Yeah, yeah grumpy. Let's go and be quiet, I don't want to wake anyone."

"Didn't seem to mind waking me up." You rolled your eyes, the audacity.

"Not my fault you got stuck sharing with me." He elbowed your side lightly.

You decided to keep quiet after that, slipping out of the airbnb. It wasn't cold, but there was enough chill to make goosebumps rise on your skin.

The walk there was silent, both of you just taking in the scenery. Your mind was replaying all your favorite moments from the past week, sure you were tired and ready to sleep in your own bed, but you were grateful for the people around you and how happy you'd been the past 6 days. Dream had invited you to come along almost last minute compared to everyone else. He had messaged you one night and told you he was paying for everything and would be happy if you came, and who could say no to that?

"What? What is it?" Dream had his eyes on you as you came to a stop, reaching your destination. "What's with the smile, I thought you were grumpy."

"Shut up. I'm just thinking about the past week. I had a really good time, I'm really glad I came, thank you for inviting me." You rolled your eyes, but the smile stayed put.

Dream hummed, "Me too. Honestly I thought you were gonna say no when I asked you." He chuckled as his arm raised to the back of neck, scratching slightly.

"Really? What makes you say that?" Your nose scrunched slightly, you guys had always had a good relationship, you always enjoyed hanging out with him.

"I don't know! I guess I thought you wouldn't want to spend that much time with me." He was smiling, but you could tell he was being serious.

You frowned, "I'd never say no to something like this. I know I'm 'grumpy' or whatever but I seriously like spending time with you, all of you."

"Thanks, I like spending time with you too." He turned to face you, but you tilted your head up, getting a good look at the stars. Your heart softened at his words, he really was a good man.

There was a moment of silence before you spoke up again, "Do you know any constellations?"

"Uh, I can find Leo probably." His head tilted up to match yours and you snorted.

"Of course you can." You smiled and shook your head, typical Leos.

"Oh, there it is, here look." His finger pointed up at the sky, your eyes following where it led.

"There?" You asked, raising your own finger. Dream shifted behind you, close enough to feel his breath on your neck. He hooked his hand on yours and moved your finger up slightly, "Here." He murmured. His skin was soft against yours, you felt his heartbeat on your back and you could smell his aroma.

Neither of you moved, you could feel him turn his head to look at you. Your cheeks heated and you slowly lowered both your hands. You tilted your head to meet his eyes, your noses were barely touching. The beating in your chest grew faster and your mind whirled as you saw him lean in, just so slightly.

You pulled away and turned around quickly, "We should get back." You cleared your throat. Your palms were still sweating, but for a second your thoughts went blank.

"Um, yeah sure." He shoved his hands in his pockets and started his way back to the airbnb. You stood there for a moment before following after him.

What the actual fuck just happened. You were going to kiss him? Or was he going to kiss you? None of that even matters since you'd just rejected him. You cursed yourself as you kept trudging on.

This whole thing was a hot mess, it wasn't like you didn't like him, it was just you'd never thought about it before. Sure, you'd flirt with him in call or make dumb suggestive jokes, but you'd always assure yourself there was nothing underlying there. They were just jokes.

But now you couldn't stop thinking about it, his soft skin against yours, his heartbeat, the way his eyes looked so intensely into your own. Your brain kept repeating it over and over again, it made you sick.

By the time you reached the airbnb again, you began to hate how you yearned to be touched by him again. That, ok fine, you did want him to kiss you but you chickened out. He didn't help by holding the door open for you when sneaking back inside. You mumbled a thanks, not daring to look at him. You could still feel him behind you as you tiptoed back to your room, which you just conveniently forgot you had to share.

You got situated as fast as you could, climbing back into the bed, holding your breath as you went. You waited to feel the dip in the bed signally him coming to lay next to you. When it didn't come, you peeked at his side, he stood there gathering a pillow and his phone before turning to leave. Your heartbeat sped up again.

"Clay," You sat up before you could stop yourself. "Wait, can- can you stay. Please." Your voice wobbled, but the moments back at the clearing kept playing again and you couldn't just sit there anymore.

He turned around shifting his feet, "Yeah, yeah sure." His eyes seemed to soften at the expression on your face.

Your hand swiped at the pillow wall, this time completely dismantling it and you lied back down. You felt the weight shift as he settled next to you, your breath was still shaky. He lied down facing you, eyes searching your face.

"Hi." You whisper, nerves come rushing back now that he's here again.

"Hi." He chuckles and smiles softly. His eyes are still searching your face, he looks uncertain.

"I– Well I–"

"Listen, don't worry about it. I was dumb I don't even know what I was thinking. We can just forget it." He interrupts you, his eyes darting down and cheeks flushing.

"That's not what I was gonna say." You faltered. He stares quizzically, silently asking you to continue. "Well I-I first wanted to apologize, I was a dick back there. And um.."

The words taper off, lost. You feel his gaze bore into your face, he tentatively raised his arm from inside the covers, hooking your chin with a finger.

"It's ok." He whispers affirmatively. The consequences are instant, your nerves slow and you can only focus on how close he is. His eyes find yours, and he no longer seems uncertain. "Can I kiss you?"

You can only nod, so sure of your decision.

And he does.

[tlexx]

Peach (Danny x Reader)

Summary: Fate led you to Danny, but you can't help but drag your feet when it comes to a relationship. Angst

Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, low sef-esteem, talk of toxic ex

Therapy is expensive, writing fanfic is free. I hurt myself with this one.

Inspired by Peach by Kevin Abstract

The night you met Danny was a rough one. It was the most simple way you could put it. The break up you were going through at the time made getting up every morning harder than it should have been. You would wake up feeling like there were three weighted blankets holding you down to your bed. Your ex was toxic, but you couldn’t deny you were in love with him. The man bounced from job to job, never really keeping anything steady causing you to pay the majority of his bills as well. He would keep putting you down and put you through unnecessary stress by not coming home and refusing to communicate the simplest of things. And just when you had your bags packed and were ready to leave, he would come home with some flowers and a half baked apology. Manipulation, you were prone to it. He had you wrapped around his finger two fold and used it to his advantage every day. The final straw was the cheating. You could forgive him once, then twice, even three times maybe, but when he slept with one of your friends you couldn’t take it anymore. You spent three hours screaming at him the night you found out, he never fought back, just sat with an unamused stare. It was the first sign he really didn’t care about the relationship he started with you. Embarrassingly enough, he ended up calling the relationship off. He told you he didn’t want to put up with your emotions any longer, you weren’t worth it, basically unloveable, and then left. That is kind of how everyone treated you, as a conditional relationship. Use you up until there was basically nothing else there. That intrusive thought was rooted into every failed relationship you’ve had. You didn’t deserve a healthy relationship, because you were, well, you.

It took a lot, but you refrained from contacting him. You wanted to, you wanted to call him and ask him to come back. Beg him to forgive your emotions and take you back. Luckily the no contact rule helped, because when he texted you that night you just deleted the message. But alas, now you are sitting on a bar stool ordering your third pickle back shot. Tequila was the easiest medicine to make you forget about the text and him altogether.

Drunk goggles scanned the room as landed on four rowdy boys in the corner. You knew they must be attractive in a sober state, because right now they all had this heavenly glow to them. One in particular caught your eye. A tall dark brunette that had his curls tied up in a bun on top of his head. His strong nose led a curve to his thin lips that were tilted up in a half-smile. He was watching the one with shorter curly hair, gesturing wildly around as he spoke. This man felt warm. Comfort was radiating off of him, he reminded you of the feeling of taking a sip of coffee on a chilled winter morning. Soothing and exactly what you needed in the moment.

You almost stopped yourself from doing it. You knew that this was a bad choice and it was evident that the boy in front of you was better than any of the men you’ve ever had before. So, you took a few extra shots before leading the warm boy out of the bar and back to his apartment. He gave you his name an hour before, it never fell out of your lips so it was lost in your drunken haze. Danny reminded you of his name the couple of times you asked, it was weird to you that he never seemed offended by it. He thought you were charming in your drunken state, it was refreshing that you weren’t trying too hard to impress him. Your candid indifference to the situation made him want to succeed in getting to know you more. He would ask questions regarding the most minor details of your life, wanting a sliver of information to get to know who you are.

The morning after you woke up in his bed, he wasn’t there. He left a note on his dark wood bedside table that he would be back with coffee soon. This man who you have known for less than a day was already being more attentive to you than any of your exes. Guilt was an excurtitating feeling to experience when hungover. It added to the sour feeling in your stomach and made the sharp pain in your forehead a little more unbearable. You shouldn’t be using someone like him. He was a gentleman, someone that was worth more than a one night stand. But, you didn’t deserve him. Danny was too good for you. He would be good to you, and that went against everything that you were ever told you deserve. So, you decided you needed to be gone before he got back. Seeing his charming face would make you want to stay. Staying to get to know Danny is something that he shouldn’t have to be put through.

The bathroom is humid and sticky with mist after you sneak a shower. You were playing a dangerous game, subconsciously hoping there would be a slight chance you would run into Danny before you made your great escape. You tried your hardest to not think about if Danny would be hurt or not by you leaving, knowing already that was something that would break your heart. But, it’s best for him to be a little upset now than disappointed with the person he would grow to know. The mirror is coated heavily in condensed water droplets so much so that you can’t even see your own reflection. You knew you must have looked a mess though. Mascara would be pooled under your eyes accentuating the dark circles formed with the help of tequila. Your hair went unbrushed last night and your arms were far too heavy to rake one through now. Staring into the fog you get an idea. Let fate take charge. If Danny and you were to continue to keep talking he would be back in time to see it. If not, the only thing Danny would see when he looked in the mirror would be himself. With your shaking finger you wrote your phone number in the mist on the mirror.

That was six months ago. Danny explained that the numbers were nearly faded when he got home that day, but he quickly snapped a photo with his phone before they could. He went unsure of the last digit,it had a weird squiggle to it, so he had to call his best friend Sam for a second opinion. The wind was knocked out of you when Danny called later that night, light chuckles filled the empty airways when you answered. All he said was; “that was cute.” To your liking things were kept simple with Danny. He never asked you questions, never pried, let you control where the relationship went. So, the relationship went nowhere. Strictly friends with benefits, no strings attached, and no way for you to disappoint him in the long run. There had been countless times where Danny asked you on a date but you always refused telling him that is not how things would work between you. He never got mad or upset in any way, just smiled and rolled his eyes. He knew that you would cave eventually, he was just waiting for you to learn to love yourself before you would let him love you.

Now, you were sitting on a metal park bench outside of Danny’s apartment waiting for him to come home for the day. The fat raindrops that were smacking down on you absorbed your tears before sliding off your chin. Your jeans gained five pounds on the trek over here and your shirt stuck tightly to your bra. You looked as defeated as the morning you left Danny’s bathroom. You know those days where you wake up and your whole world just seems bleak. Your skin is dry, your hair is extra frizzy, your clothes look awkward on you, and even after watching an hour of your favorite tv show, nothing can make you smile. The thoughts in your head hurled insult after insult at you. They snidely explained that even though you fell head over heels for Danny, he would never care for you back. All of his actions disputed these claims, but until he explicitly said the words you couldn’t believe them to be true. You were irrational, because if he didn’t care for you he wouldn’t continuously chase you to the end of earth trying to pull you back off of the cliff of your own self loathing.

Every morning you would wake up to a text message of an affirmation Danny wanted you to say. He would wait for you and work through all of your struggles with you because he knows you are worth it. You could never see it but you made Danny’s life have a little more sunshine. He looked forward to the times you let loose and showed him your true self. Like the time he woke up to you making pancakes in nothing but one of his shirts. You were swaying your hips back and forth slowly, listening to something on your headphones. You didn’t want to wake him up until you were able to serve him the pancakes in his bed. There were only a few moments when you dropped your wall and let others see you for who you truly are. But, those moments started to become more frequent. The more time you spent with Danny, the less amount of time you had to barricade yourself from the world. When he snuggled up behind you grabbing your hips in the process, he inhaled the sweet smell of your peach scent shampoo. It was his favorite smell in the world, it sparked the production of dopamine. Danny wouldn’t admit it to you yet, he had a fear of you running away, but he was madly falling in love with you.

As soon as he saw you slouched over intently staring at the wet concrete, he knew you weren’t okay. Danny wanted nothing more than to go inside to get out of the rain. He was exhausted from the session earlier and had just planned on crawling into bed after a shower. But, it was evident he was needed. He swore to himself that he would hold you up until you had the confidence to stand tall on your own. Danny didn’t say anything as he sat down next to you. He had the hood of his rain jacket up, but he positioned himself on the bench so he could see you out of the corner of his eye.

“Hey.” It almost made you laugh at how nonchalant he was. Danny was the most level headed man you’ve ever met and it kept you grounded when you had hard days like these. Your face was swollen and your lips were chapped from anxiously biting at them. When you looked Danny in his eye his heart almost stopped beating. You looked broken. The redness of your eyes caused them to look dull and on the verge of becoming lifeless. There was so much sorrow written on your face but it was muted by the beauty that Danny drank in. Nothing could make Danny feel the way you did, even though you haven’t given yourself to him completely yet. Cars driving through puddles was the only sound that was filling the void between you two. He didn’t want to pry and you didn't want to admit what you did.

It was a moment of weakness, charged by the inadequacies you felt about yourself. Exes have a way of coming back exactly when you were 98% healed. He texted you late to come over and the red wine you drank earlier in the night encouraged you to partake in the bad decision. Throughout the day you went back and forth on telling Danny. There really wasn’t a need right? He wasn’t your boyfriend so you didn’t have any commitment to him. However, he was your best friend and you two rarely kept any sort of secret from one another. Verbally admitting your truth was out of the question. The words would dissolve in your mouth and bring a sting to your throat when you would try and tell him. So, you opted to just hand Danny your phone with the text from your ex displayed across the screen.

Danny read it, grip strengthening on your phone when he realized exactly what this meant. He couldn’t help the frustration that turned sourly into anger. The feeling he hated so deeply bubbled in his stomach. Honestly, how could you do this? Not even to him. How could you do this yourself? You kept putting yourself in harm's way when he was begging you to allow him to keep you safe. “Why?”

“I don’t know Danny. He just-“

“No. Why are you so mean to yourself?” This took you aback. He has never raised his voice at you before today. You knew some of the decisions you’ve made were not in your best interest, but until now you didn’t really notice the pattern. There was no way to respond to Danny’s question and it was easy to presume he wasn’t really looking for an answer. You click your tongue against your teeth as you rise to your feet. You thought best for you to just go home and leave Danny out of this. The goosebumps on your skin subsided as embarrassing heat was thrashed through your body. You weren’t exactly mad at Danny, but you wanted to run from this conversation. There was no reason to have it in your eyes. You were just going to be around for as long as Danny stayed single. He would move on with his life without you and you wanted him to. You wanted him to have the fairytale romance that he surely deserved. He was built to have a princess as he was so clearly Prince Charming.

Your outstretched hand waiting for Danny to give back your phone. Danny sarcastically laughed at your tapping foot before relaxing his shoulders. He was refusing your request by sliding your phone in the front of his black rain jacket. “Sit down, Y/N” an unnatural sternness laced his voice as he told you what to do. This was so out of the ordinary you couldn’t help but follow his demands. “You need to stop this-“

“I’m not-“

“Shut up.” You placed your hands in your lap like a scorned school child and kept your focus on them. Looking Danny in the eyes right now would be the reason you fell apart completely. “You need to stop thinking you don’t deserve to be happy. You deserve the whole goddamn world and I’ve been wanting to give it to you for so fucking long. I’ll be anything you want me to be if you let me. I’ll be your bodyguard, your safe place, your everything. Y/N, you’re an amazing person but you don’t let yourself realize that.” Not giving Danny any attention became frustrating for him. He needed you to look at him, to see that he was being sincere in everything he said. Danny aggressively ripped himself from the park bench and kneeled in front of you. It forced you to look at him. He was on his knees literally begging for you to let him in.

The tears that you swallowed when Danny first sat down rushed from your eyes once again. It was hard seeing Danny be so vulnerable with you because it made you realize that there was no need to keep hiding from him. He wanted all of you, even the parts you hated the most about yourself.

“Danny, I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“You could never disappoint me. You are everything I’ve ever wanted. I’m here to help. I want to show you everything there is to love about yourself. Everything I see. Everything that has kept me tied to you for the last six months. Don’t you think that if you weren’t enough or wasn’t what I wanted I would have left by no?” Danny’s voice gradually rose as he spoke. All the things he has been wanting to say for the last half a year came spilling out at him like a river on a windy day. He just prayed that you were really hearing what he was saying. That you could read between the lines of speech.

Your hair was a wet stringy mess, but the scent of peach was still lacing the air around Danny. It was time to stop beating around the bush. He couldn’t take not having you to himself anymore. Just as much as you needed him, he needed you. You two were tied together by an unspoken bond that grew due to the sleepless nights you spent with each other. You trusted Danny more than anyone in the world and even though you hadn’t completely given yourself to him, he has gotten more than anyone before. You couldn’t keep fighting the inevitable.

With the rain falling all around you and the street lamps being your only source of light, you look at Danny. You really look at Danny. You see the man who would bring you out of this prolonged period of sadness and show you all the allure of the world. All the allure of yourself. “Danny, I love you.”

“Fucking finally,” was all he said as he leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss.

[uwuwriting]

Abusive boyfriend w/ Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki

Request: Can I have deku, bakugo and Todoroki reacting to the readers unhealthy boyfriend. He brings her down a lot and abusive. - anonymous

Being part of a toxic relationship is so so soooo painful. Thankfully reader-chan has her heroes to save her. Hope you like it. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: abuse both physical and mental, ptsd and panic attacks, cursing, characters are aged up (they have graduated)

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay so he basically was the one who managed to build your confidence back up after the horrendous break up with your ex. 

-Your ex never laid a hand on you but his words were enough to bruise your ego and self worth so much that you believed that you were nothing compared to others. 

-From looks to personality, you believed that even a snail was more worth it than you. 

-Now you are a beautiful girl and very very smart. 

-Guys and girls looked your way even though you were in a relationship. 

-And your ex was having none of it. 

-It started off really subtly.

- “Are you sure you want to wear that to dinner?”

- “We are going to grab some coffee not going out for drinks.”

- “Don’t you think you are showing too much skin?”

-Then the body shaming started. 

- “I think you shouldn’t wear that, I mean look how large it makes you look.”

- “Have you been eating more?”

- “How about I make a diet for you?”

-This really brought you down. 

-It reached the point where you would only wear really baggy hoodies in order to hide your body. 

-After that turning point he still wasn’t satisfied. 

-People, although fewer than before, still had the nerve to hit on you and it was getting on his nerve. 

-He started belittling you in front of friends and acquaintances, destroying your already fragile confidence. 

-He had dug you a grave and sugarcoated the casket with empty I love you’s. 

-He had made you believe that he was the only one who would accept you and love you despite you’re so flawed. 

-And he managed to keep you for quite some time. 

-Then Midoriya comes along. 

-A childhood friend who had become a pro hero and on the top five. 

-He saw how skinny you had become, borderline unhealthy, how you shied away from him and literally everyone. 

-You were like a scared deer. 

-Then the boyfriend came in and everything fell into place. 

-Midoriya is smart, he caught on your boyfriend’s belittlement and the reason behind it. 

-Now getting you out of this toxic relationship is his new mission. 

-You ran into him more often after that first encounter and he always talked to you, complimenting you whenever he could. 

-Your boyfriend didn’t catch on until it was too late. 

-Midoriya had managed to get you to talk about your relationship and what your boyfriend was like, he had opened your eyes to his abuse and helped you built up the courage to stand up to him and dump his ass. 

-He was there of course to support you after the break up. 

-And of course after months and months of seeing each other almost everyday, you two became a thing. 

-Finally you get to experience true love with someone who truly appreciates you. 

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You and Bakugou have been friends since high school. 

-Inseparable. 

-He comes to you for everything, all his troubles are solved by you and you alone. 

-You’re special!!

-So when you get a boyfriend he is the first to meet the guy. 

-In truth he really didn’t want to because he has been in lobe with you for the longest time and seeing you with someone else reminds him that he is a coward. 

-Anyway he meets him and everything is fine, he looks decent and he seems to treat you well. 

-As months pass you seem to distance yourself more and more from him. 

-Bakugou at first is angry, he is fuming I tell you. 

-He doesn’t like the silence that he receives when he calls, or the single word replies when he texts and he especially despises your refusal to go out with him like you used to. 

-He gets that you have a boyfriend now and you have to spend more time with your bf but he still felt betrayed. 

-Then doubt started to settle in his mind. 

-Maybe you realized he wasn’t worth the trouble, I mean he is a difficult person, maybe your new boyfriend opened your eyes and now you want nothing to do with him. 

-Or maybe you figured out he was in love with you. 

-Had he been scowling more than usual while he was meeting your boyfriend? 

-He wanted to ask you what he did wrong but he couldn’t reach you. 

-So he sucked it up and drowned himself in his hero work, drowning his nagging mind along with his free time.

-Then something unexpected happened. 

-Uraraka visited him, worry written all over her face. 

-She was worried for you and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, since he was your best friend. 

- “She stopped showing up to our weekly girl evening and she won’t answer my texts.... I’m really worried for her Bakugou.”

-That was the last straw for him. 

-He went to your apartment and after five minutes of knocking your boyfriend opened the door. 

-The scowls on the guy’s face was really REALLY pushing his buttons. 

- “Is Y/N here?”

- “What do you want her for?”

- “I want to talk to her.”

-This man..... he closed the door in Bakugou’s face. 

-Well closed is putting it mildly. 

-He slammed the door shut with so much force that a mirror down the hall rattled. 

-Bakugou was ready to blow the door open when he heard the shouts. 

- “Y/N why the fuck is that guy here?”

- “W-what guy?”

- “Don’t act all innocent you slut! The guy you are fucking!”

- “I-I don’t k-know who y-you are talking a-about.” 

-The moment he heard your sniffles echo through the door he was inside the apartment shoving the guy away from you. 

- “Don’t you fucking dare speak to her like that, asshole.” 

-You were trembling behind him and Bakugou could feel the sob threatening to escape your lips. 

-Looking over his shoulder at you he spoke gently as if you were a scared kitten. 

- “Y/N could you go get some of your stuff ready? I’m taking you away from this dickhead.”

- “Who do you think you are? That’s MY girlfriend she listens to me alone!”

- “Don’t speak as if she’s an object!”

-You had disappeared to your room to get your things and were now clinging to Bakugou’s back. 

- “So you are fucking him. What should I have expected from a whore like you!” 

-Okay now Bakugou was presented with two options. 

-Option A: beat the living shit out of this guy and most likely losing his hero license for a week. 

-Option B: get you out of here and let this asshole boil in his own defeat. 

-He went with option B. 

-Wordlessly he guided you out of your apartment complex and into his car, drove you to his house and proceeded to help you calm down. 

-You had had one panic attack in the past so he didn’t really know what to do. 

-But he managed. 

- “Whatever he said to you isn’t true. I don’t know what actually went down between you two and what he got into the pretty little head of your but none of that matters. Just know that we are all here for you. Me, the girls even stupid Deku. And we love you, I love you so don’t worry about anything. Everything will be alright.” 

-From that point on everything was history. 

-It didn’t take long for you two to start dating and Bakugou made sure to have a firm talk with your now ex boyfriend when you ran into him at the grocery store. 

-Get wrecked douchebag.

 Todoroki Shouto 

-Toxic relationships is something Todoroki is a pro at this point. 

-He grew up in one so yeah. 

-He sees the signs of the abuse faster than anyone. 

-First of all, you inch away from anyone who starts flaying their arms. 

-Despite the warm weather you always wear long sleeves. 

-And he has seen you applying extra make up around your eye once. 

-He also notices how you always try to avoid annoying your boyfriend, like you take extreme measures. 

-You distance yourself from other males going as far as to avoid him to an extent. 

-Then he sees the bruises. 

-You two were training at the agency’s gym when your shirt rode up your torso and there was this huge bruise right under your  ribs. 

- “Y/N who did this?”

- “Oh I just got slightly injured during my last patrol.”

-He isn’t buying it since he was with you during your last patrol and you didn’t get injured. 

-But he lets it slide because he believes that you know whats best for you and you will get away from this guy. 

-But for some reason you stay with him. 

-For months. 

-And Todo can’t take it anymore.

- “Y/N can I talk to you?”

-He talks to you about what he has seen and that he knows that your boyfriend is doing this to you. 

- “So please, please leave him, get out while you can. Y/N I can’t see you hurt like this.”

-You see the thing was that you had made the stupid decision of moving in with him and now.... you had nowhere to go. 

-If you broke up with him you wouldn’t have a place to stay and you couldn’t start searching for a new place, he traces your phone and search history. 

- “You’ll live with me. I’ll give you everything you need just please please let go of him. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate seeing you so hurt and broken.” 

- “Please come with me then, Shouto I-I can’t do this alone.”

-Of course he came with you, standing in between you and that asshole as he went to strike you when you broke the news to him.

- “You are leaving me for this piece of shit huh? Of course you would you whore!”

-He went as far as activating his quirk, attacking Shouto in an attempt to get to you. 

- “I own you you fucking slut! No one will want you! You are mine!”

-Shouto wasn’t as calm as Bakugou in this situation, punching the guy before leaving the apartment, making sure that the guy got the message and wouldn’t try to come after you. 

-Back at his apartment, Shouto comforted you as best he could. 

-You know where this leads. 

-Shouto gives you the space you need before making a move. 

-My mans waits months before even remotely flirting with you. 

-After a year long wait he finally manages to ask you out. 

-And the rest is history.

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