#couldnt breathe kinda sobbing

[ireallywishiknew]

*Spoilers to Word of Honor Ending*

Can I just share that I was absolutely sobbing, crying, throwing up, at the supposed death of Wen Kexing.

All that time, Zishu was slowly losing his senses, and it devestated me to think that his senses would return only for him to feel his Lao Wen becoming cold.

He would never truly experience the warmth of his touch or embrace, and honestly, I was ready to go to China to fight the writers and everyone involved.

But it brings me great joy they became Gods and can "fight" till the end of time. My head cannon is that Chengling visits every so often with his family/juniors, and they have tea or something together.

They still call Chengling little idiot and teach him opposing things, and then bicker like the old married couple they are.

[kavehater]

AAAH I have a mutual who’s 18 and he sorta kinda is flirting with this one guy who is a minor as a joke of course ( to which a concerned anon said that it’s weird ) but I can’t help but flashback to er*s

[gh0stsp1d3r]

HEYY BABES SO CAN U DO A JJ x sister!reader (few years younger, she’s a teen.)

TW: depression, talks of SH, ED, etc…

Basically,

She comes home and seems off and all the pogues know she suffers from depression, and so JJ is like hey bbg (NICKNAMES PLS) and lightly tries to understand what’s going on, and she just kinda pretends nothing is going on. She goes to the bathroom to take anti-depressants and then all of a sudden she just desperately tries to look for something sharp to SH. She can’t find anything in the bathroom, so she slowly falls to the ground, has a breakdown, JJ comes and is all comforting and understanding and then after she explains to him how she almost relapsed, and then she well yeah u can makeup the rest

ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓅𝓈ℯ

warnings: depression, mentions of blades, attempted self harm. I am not responsible for what u read.

Masterlist

You raced home to the chateau, your hands shoved into your pockets. You held back your tears, taking a deep breath when you stood in front of the door, hand on the doorknob. You twisted it, immediately being met with the faces of your brother and his friends, all lounging on the couch or the floor, nursing beers and joints.

"Yo, what's up, idiot?" JJ asked you, turning to look. You stared back at him and his friends, before wordlessly making a beeline to the bathroom.

JJ turned around, creasing his eyebrows and shrugging at the odd interaction, chugging a beer. Everyone else seemed just as confused.

Worry began to bubble in his chest, and he tried desperately to push it down. The worry only grew when he heard the noises coming from the bathroom.

You locked the bathroom door, letting the tears silently fall finally, and looking at the medicine cabinet. You were throwing and shoving things around, trying desperately to find it, or anything at this point.

"No, no, no." you murmured under your breath, you couldnt find anything, not a blade or even scissors. Your skin was itching, the urge growing strong. You pulled at your scalp, finally falling against the door, your sobbing becoming louder. You held your hand over your mouth, trying to conceal them, but it was no use.

The urge to do it came suddenly, as soon as you left work actually.

"What the fuck...?" JJ muttered under his breath, all of them turning their heads, the room falling into silence now.

"Go check on her, dude!" Kiara told him, shoving his shoulder and motioning to the door.

JJ walked over to the door, messing with the doorknob. He furrowed his eyebrows, panicked, he rapidly moved the doorknob back and fourth.

"Y/n? Y/n, unlock the fucking door, dude. I'm not messing with you right now." He told you, still messing with the doorknob, then banging on the door.

He thought of the time this happened last time at home, his dad shouting and yelling in the background while Jj worriedly knocked on the door of your bedroom, your dad busting the door open and both of them catching on when they saw the sharp object thrown on the ground.

The banging caused to cover your ears, sobbing louder now.

"Y/n... Please don't tell me you did anything stupid." JJ sighed, you taking your hands away from your ears and wiping your tears. “Unlock the door, kid. Please.”

You slowly stood up, unlocking the door with shaky hands. His eyes went to your wrists, making sure nothing new was there. He sighed in relief, wrapping his arms around you, you continuing to cry into his chest with your arms at your side.

His hands cradled the back of your head, he slowly and quietly closed the bathroom door, giving you both some privacy. He waited until he heard nothing but your sniffles to let go. He grabbed your shoulders, staring at you.

"What happened, kid?"

"I... was working, and..." you paused, sniffling and wiping your nose. "I saw dad come up. He- he fucking came up to me, shouting and cussing at me. He almost got me fired!" You told him, anger lacing your voice. "Then he told me that-that I was the reason mom ran away, and I was the reason his life was so shitty, and tried to guilt trip me into coming back." your face creased up as you began to cry again, hiding your face in JJ's shoulder and grabbing onto his shirt.

“He told me that- that I was a terrible daughter, and he grabbed my wrist and-“

“Alright. Alright. You’re okay. Shh.” He swallowed, hand wrapping around you again. Unsure of what to do, he waited until you stopped crying to talk again.

He motioned for you to sit down on the closed toilet seat, and he sat down on the counter, swinging his feet.

“Dad’s- dad’s an asshole, okay? You know not a word of what he said was true, right? He just wants you to come back so that he can fuckin’ steal your money and have someone to be angry at. Fuckin’ prick.” He scoffed, shaking his head.

You looked unconvinced. He stared at you.

“Nothing he said was true, y/n.” He assured you. “He used to say some of the same things to me. You think I let it get to me? Nah. You wanna know why? Because he is a selfish, druggie, loser addict who no one loves. You’re not gonna be him, because you’re fuckin’ awesome, dude!”

You smiled and let out a nasally laugh, making him smile.

“You’re a wayyyyy better surfer and fisher than he is. And he’s a fuckin’ fisherman! How do you let a teenager beat you at your own job, man?” Your giggle widened his smile, you covering your mouth.

“I mean, shit, I would rather be stuck with you for 100 hours than him for a minute. And you ask anyone out there, they’ll say the same.”

You laughed with JJ, and the bathroom was silent until he spoke up again.

“Don’t do that shit again, okay? Especially not because of a nobody like Luke. Next time he comes to your job or even around you, call me and I’ll come beat his ass.” JJ put up fists, punching the air with grunts.

You laughed at his antics and nodded. “I’m sorry, Jj.”

“Don’t be.”

[omensandwonders]

i can't be saved

ghostface!noah x f!reader

(a/n: this is supposed to be a halloween/ bday post for our king even though it's DISGUSTINGLY late (mainly cause my blog didnt exist on his bday lol whoopsie) but BETTER LATE THAN NEVER AMIRITE HEATHENS)

warnings: cnc/dubcon, breaking and entering, mean!noah, knife play, blood play (he carves his initials into the reader lol), impact play, degradation, choking/ asphyxiation, creampie, general feral word vomit things, readers.. kinda dumb

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it was friday, october 31st, 11.32pm. rain gently drummed against the windows, thunder rolling in the far off distance. it was the perfect night for you to cosy up with a book you had been meaning to get to for literal ages, but never had the chance to. snuggled up on your couch, a vanilla scented candle lit, you got to work.

you barely got 50 pages in before a loud crash sounded through your house, ripping you from the story you had just begun to immerse yourself in. what the actual hell was that? against your better judgement you stood up slowly, slippers quiet on the hardwood floor, and walked towards the area of the house where the sound had come from. you felt cold dread run down your spine as you saw it: one of your windows was torn completely open. the thud had been the window being thrown open and slamming into the wall. somebody was inside. mind and heart racing in panic you started taking slow steps backwards, trying to think of how to escape, when your back hit something. or better, someone. you yelped and turned quickly, now facing a tall, masked man. you couldnt see anything behind his mask, but you could see strong, heavily tattooed arms... and a knife in his hand. that's all it took for your survival instinct to kick in and you sprinted past him, a loud laugh echoing through the halls of your apartment before he took off after you, his heavy boots slamming against the floor loudly.

panting in fear you reached your bedroom and practically threw yourself under your bed. it was cliche, but maybe, just maybe he wouldnt check. you covered your mouth to muffle your breathing just as his heavy boots slid into view, coming to a halt in front of the bed before starting to slowly walk around the room. you could hear him open the closet before closing it again and it sounded like he was leaving. you were about to exhale in relief when you suddenly felt a large hand close around your ankle and yank you out from your hiding place "found you!" you could practically hear the grin in his voice, despite his face being hidden behind the mask. you screamed in fear, fists pounding against his chest until he pressed his knife to your throat "now, pet, none of that. you have any idea how fuckin' annoying that gets?" slowly you lowered your fists, hands shaking in fear. not like you had much of a choice anyways "much better. now... i was going to kill you, but... seeing you like this... that'd just be such a waste, wouldnt it?" you sobbed in fear as his free hand brushed a stray strand of hair from your face "all you gotta do is be a good girl and stay still for me, and ill let you live. isnt that nice?" he moved his knife away a little, just enough to let you nod meekly "good pet"

he barely left you time to process before taking his knife to your clothes, cutting them off of you in a few precise cuts and strong rips. it barely took a minute for you to be completely bare and shaking before him. he hummed contemplatively and let the tip of his knife slowly drag down the valley between your breasts, down to your navel and stopping just above your pussy. his free hand made his way up your soft thigh, giving it a squeeze before parting your legs roughly to give himself more space. with a soft sigh his thumb found your clit, starting to rub in slow but firm circles. he laughed at your pathetic moan "you dirty bitch, youre gettin' off on this, arent you?" he sunk two fingers into your cunt and all you could do was moan out. before you realized what was happening he put the knife down and his open palm met your cheek hard enough to send your head lolling to the side, other hand sinking a third finger into your pussy "when i ask you a question, i expect a fucking answer" "y-yes- yes, im getting off on it-" you all but sobbed out, the pain of his slap making your cunt clench and drool even more. within minutes of him toying with your pussy you were approaching your high, hips grinding against his hand, but just as you were about to fall off the edge, he pulled away, stopping all of his touches "nah, not until i say so" "please, please- fuck, 'm so clo-" he didnt even let you finish before he backhanded you again. he gripped your cheeks harshly, blunt nails digging into your soft skin and pulling you closer to his masked face "you forgetting your fucking place here? im in charge, slut, you do as i say. do i have to remind you? dont worry, i know just what to do with dumb cocksleeves like you" he let go of your cheeks, roughly letting you fall back to the floor. his left hand grabbed your throat to hold you down, other hand positioning the tip of his knife between your breasts. as realisation dawned on you you sobbed, fear running through your veins but you were helpless as he dug the blade in, not too deep, carving his initials into you slowly. NS. once he was satisfied with his work he wiped the blodd off his knife on your thigh before discarding it "there you go. little reminder of tonight for ya, mh?" he let go of your throat to grip your thigh, pressing one of your legs to your chest while the other positioned himself at your dripping entrance, your chest buzzed and ached from the shallow wound, but the scariest part was how much this all turned you on. he hilted himself with one smooth thrust and it punched the air out of your lungs. he was so thick and long, it felt like you were being split open. barely giving you time to adjust, his pace was rough and ruthless from the start, hips slamming into yours fast and hard. your wails and cries filled the room, mixed with his occassional deep groans and the sound of your skin slapping together. one of his large hands wrapped around your throat just tight enough to make your head go fuzzy, eyes rolling back with a loud moan. he was ruining you, ruining you for any other man, splitting you open on his cock and fucking you to tears. it was too good. "gonna cum? 'sokay, you can cum now, such a good fuckin' cocksleeve for me, pussy's so tight and warm- made for me, huh? made for takin' my dick like this- gonna fill you so good-" his filthy words sent you over the edge, cumming with a liud cry. with one last thrust he pushed as deep as he could, cumming inside you with a loud groan.

after you both came down from your high he slowly let go off you and pulled out before pulling off his mask, revealing the dissheveled but handsome face of your loving boyfriend, noah "did so good for me love, thank you for lettin' me try this" "i had so much fun, happy birthday baby" you laughed softly and pressed a soft kiss to his lips which he happily returned before leaning down and licking the blood off of your chest. he sat up and scooped you up in his arms "now to get you cleaned up and pamper you"

[moshpitgamma]

Since this is a most wanted part 2 story let's finish it!!!!!

Floyd x Reader|| It Ends With Us pt. 2

Words:idk lost count😂😁

Warnings:mild cursing, angst to fluff

Other: It’s kinda proof ridden😅

"I guess we just wasn't meant for each other.

He hoped and prayed that you were just heated in the moment because he didn't want you to leave. Before he could grab you and confess and hold you like he once did, you gave him a hurt expression and left.

The walk to the royal pod where his brothers were at was the worst 15 minutes of his life. He couldn't erase the look of hurt and embarrassment from your eyes that he witnessed when John called you out by your name and your previous love life.

Once Floyd made it to the pod he hesitated, but knew his brothers were probably getting worried for him so he went on and knocked and was invited inside by Viva. His brothers, including the sisters, felt the vibe change in the atmosphere when Floyd walked in, so he was the center of attention for the friend group for the start of the night. "Are you alright bro?" JD asked Floyd as he saw the expressionless face Floyd carried as he looked into the abyss of nothingness. Floyd didn't answer but showed acknowledgement to his older brother's concern.

"I bet that good for nothing s/o is probably crying and practically rethinking their life choices for not going with you" JD said amusingly as the other boys gave him a chuckle and some a high five for taking up for Floyd. "You hurt them" Floyd said silently before looking up, making direct eye contact with JD. "No i took up for you and made sure they knew who they messed with" Jd said confused at Floyd's statement. Floyd only shook his head, asked to be excused, and left the room leaving the boys filling a little guilty and sympathetic.

He knew JD meant good. Right?

That's the only thing Floyd could think of as he left the pod to get some fresh air. He needed to cool his mind off so he went to one place he KNEW he could relax.

The hill he proposed to you on...

When he made it to the hill, he heard little sobs coming from the familiar spot. He went to peak and maybe comfort the crying person, but once he figured out who the mysterious crier was, he was shocked to find out that it was YOU crying. He didn't want to intrude, but when he heard his name get mentioned in you little cries, he couldnt help but go to you.

"Are you ok?" Floyd asked but soon was blushing a little from your founded state on the soft grassy floor. You didn't say anything back but turned away and invisibly pouted at him for finding you like this. A few moments have passed and the only thing that could be heard was mother nature, both of you breathing, and your little sobs. Floyd didn't know what he was getting himself into, but he sat down beside you and slowly hugged you until you calmed down. Once you were calm enough to face him, you turned around and looked at him. "I'm so sorry Floyd," was the only thing you could say while holding back your own tears. Floyd was surprised to hear your apology after everything his brother did to you. "But JD-" "No it's my fault and I should've never got cold feet and let fear of hurting you and our future together get the best of me." Floyd couldn't believe what he was hearing and was trying to not get emotional, but what you said next made him try not to choke on his sobs.

"Floyd you were the best boyfriend I could've ever had. You were sweet, funny, nice, handsome, and everything a dream lover could want. And I fucked that up and I know you won't forgive me and everything your brother said is true. I am a fucked-up s/o and I am just a bad person."

....

The silence was so loud but before you could get up to leave you were pulled into a deep kiss by none other than Floyd. "I always forgave you and I always missed you. Everything JD said wasn't true and he was just defending me. I don't care how scared you got when I proposed but I will always love you y/n and I will always think of you."

His words hit you like a train and all the emotions hit both of y'all. You couldn't think of anything else but him and only him. You kissed Floyd again and stood both of yall up. Before he could say anything, you grabbed his hand and asked him a very important question.

"Would you like to start over with me?" After you asked the question, you turned your head and was ready for rejection but heard some very familiar words.

"Of course. We are meant for each other, right?"

You couldn't do nothing but laugh "Right."

[tobysbliss]

it’s been two years since Technoblade’s passing was announced. it really did take a toll on me despite me not knowing him personally, but i know it’s the same for millions of others, and it is okay that we grieved then, and that we continue to grieve. it’s okay.

and i remember june 30, 2022 very vividly

i was on call with a group of friends and we were all playing roblox together. it was like 10pm, and we all got the notif at the exact same time and started freaking out cause it had been so long since he posted but it was kinda like a really confusing title.

i tried to get it on my tv so we could all listen but it wouldnt show up because of how soon it’d been, so i pulled it up on my phone and i put on subtitles to read everything that was said outloud since i couldnt hear it due to being on call.

i remember all of us pausing the second i read out “if you are watching this, i am dead.” we thought it was a joke, granted not a funny one, we weren’t laughing but we thought it was a joke. and i remember my dad actually walked in the room for a minute or so while i was reading it out but he didn’t question it, he ignored me bc he knew i was on call with friends. i read everything. the subtitles and the message at the end.

the call was silent for about 5 seconds before i just broke down sobbing and started having a panic attack. we all started texting the server, and i was on twitter looking at things bc i wanted it so bad to be some stupid, cruel joke.

i ended up barely being able to breathe, my sister was mad at me and my mom was asleep so i had no choice but to go outside to my dad. and he talked me through it, then eventually took me back inside to the living room cause thats where i’d been sleeping due to my room being too hot. he put my blanket over me, handed me my stuffed animal and got ne water. he sat with me until my breathing was fully regulated and i was about half asleep. he had me put on a disney movie, and told me to stay off the internet for a little while to help.

rest in peace Technoblade, and fuck cancer. 👑💗

[crucifiedkiss]

◌ೆ୧　 ͢YOUR MAIL HAS BEEN DELIEVERED ♡

𓈒⠀⠀⁺⠀𝜗 crucifiedkiss ╱ w. byers x gn! reader 𝜚

ꨄ︎ hcs dating will ⏤ ﹙i wanna be yours﹚ 🪽 ˖ ׁ ⁩

  ಲ ͏ㅤ ׅㅤㅤcw: wills season not specified (?), fluff, mentions of s1 events, kissing ('kiss attack'), and i think thats all ??ㅤ✿𝅼

( ｡>﹏<) "first stuff written pls enjoy !!!" ⏤ c.k.　と

𝜗୧ ּ݂⠀💌 dating will byers would include ﹗

　　　⏤　 playing d&d with him, even after all these years and after all his friends have 'grown out of playing d&d'. u can never grow out of fun !!! if u dont know how to play d&d, he would be rlly patient with trying to teach u ! he doesnt want to be mean or anything (unlike some ppl ...) ! pls listen to him yap about d&d he will literally love u even more !! certified yapperton i swear (/pos !! he is silly !!)

　　　⏤　 trying to help him overcome his crush on mike. he slowly falls out of liking him the longer he is in a relationship with u, but he will never forget liking mike just as much as he does you right now. could u blame him, rlly? still stays friends with mike – he couldnt just leave him like that :( !!

　　　⏤　 expecting him to be rlly hesitant at the beginning of the relationship. he isnt rlly meaning to be like that, but hes just a lil nervous. after a few weeks i would say, he'll be that normal cheery lil guy :3 he is rlly sweet i swear he just doesnt have any idea what to do in a relationship, seeing how many found him weird (which makes me sob lowk !!). cant blame the lil man☹

　　　⏤　 a bunch of compliments !!! whether it is towards will himself or to u, he loves them sm ^^ being called zombie boy when younger rlly impacted how he views himself at times, confidence of course dropping ! any and all compliments r absolutely amazing honestly :) !! say his face is shaped nice, say his clothing style is cool, say his hair is especially bowl-cuttish (/j), say his moles/beauty marks r cute – ANYTHING !!! 😭 responds with a cheeky smile and returning the compliment (but in a more playful way cause compliments just make him happy immediately :3)

　　　⏤　 play fighting at the most random times !! i like to think he is kinda childish, wanting to escape whats all happened, so he ends up being rlly silly and goofy !! when done with play fighting, u two out of breath, u both just break into a fit of laughter that leaves u both dying for air once more. he misses the feeling of being young again, before he got kidnapped and all that disgusting stuff, so just doing all this dumb stuff with u rlly blossoms smth in him that just gives him so much joy ^_^

　　　⏤　 random kiss attacks to express love :) just smothering eachothers faces in big smooches is such a nice way to show love according to him, to which he isnt wrong !! happy giggles leave him when u do it, and vice versa !! playfully tries pushing u away, knowing that he realistically doesnt want u to stop, and why would he ?? he needs that affection !!!

　　　⏤　 gift giving !! will is the type of guy to say "this reminded me of u" and its literally like, a chip or smth. i think he personally collects rocks, so he gives u the rlly rlly pretty ones !! gives u the sparkly ones especially ^_^ !! loves giving rlly anything tho :3 stickers, card games/cards, etc. !! if he can show someone affection, he will show someone affection ❗❗ the gifts either consist of his favorite color or urs .. or both !!

　　　⏤　 u protecting will and will protecting u ^_^ usually u protecting will as a few still bully him, but its ok !! he doesnt even listen to what the person may be saying when he sees u standing up for him ! its such a sweet thing and he cant even bite back that loving smile :) when someone is talking bad about u, he talks BACK !!! have u seen how sassy that man is ?? WOULD win the argument !!! ugh !! he is eating !!

　　　⏤　 him drawing/painting u !!! :) u want it detailed ? ok !! cartoony ? sure !! learns how to do any artstyle u like and draws u in it !! on many occasions the art takes a while as its a style he is unfamiliar with, but hes trying his best !! tell him his art is rlly good pls he will go to sleep possibly the happiest man (can u tell he is rlly passionate about his art ...) :3 literally loves making art for u !! once more: gift giving !!!

　　　⏤　 him CHERISHING any beauty marks u have !!! since he has moles himself, i think he would just love urs just as much :) if u have any, he is absolutely loving them. hes drawing on them with his fingers (and sometimes markers) ... anything !! (extra: if u have tattoos, absolutely colors them in if not already – calls u a coloring book :3)

[daveyfvckingjacobs]

hi pookie *drops and runs* ( this got kinda long for some reason ignore me x )

crutchie was sleeping. pretty soundly might i say. jack was over at the Jacobs’ for the night to stay with davey, and crutchie was now conveniently on his own. he *had* invited socks up, but socks was adamant he’d be ‘way too fuckin cold’.

crutchie liked the cool breeze on the rooftop. it gave him a sense of comfort. it also every now and then reminded him to breathe, and try and ignore the pain in his leg that was almost a constant.

As crutchie was just about to turn over, am unmistakeable voice startled him.

‘crutchie??’ it was an irish accent. unsurprisingly. 

‘mm?’ crutchie turned , opening his eyes to see socks, whose eyes were OPEN. like bloodshot open. like he had been crying.

‘can i lay there with ya?’ socks sniffed, wiping his nose, then gesturing to crutchie’s left side. the other boy nodded patting the space next to him.

‘can’t sleep?’ crutchie chuckled.

‘i had a nightmare. it was real bad. real scary.’ socks, rather than laying down, sat up with his knees up to his chin.

crutchie now winced, also sitting up, leaning against the wall beside him. ‘tell me about it. i don’t want you to say somethin like that, then not tell me.’ he smiled, a genuine smile. a smile that meant “you can tell me anything.” if you will.

(A SMILE THAT SPREADS LIKE BUTTER. DUH.)

socks fidgeted with his gloves, looking anxiously at his feet, tapping his heels together. ‘i had a dream tha the delanceys  got you worse. like. killed you. and i couldnt do anythin. like i couldn’t move or anything. and it was jus terrifying seein your face like that, and to know i couldn’t help. i woke up an i was sobbing. i think i was cryin in my sleep because Splasher was starin at me like he had seen some ghostly paranormal stuff or some shit.’

crutchie just blankly stared, in obvious shock but also slight intrigue on how his dream could possibly revolve around that. he then just shuffled over and pulled socks into a hug. a tight one at that. ‘well, may i reassure you. i ain’t going anywhere. i could take on both the delanceys no problem, eh? hit ‘em with my crutch.’ crutchie chuckled into socks’ shoulder.

poor socks was just crying into crutchie’s shoulder but let out a snicker through his tears, pulling away and sniffing. ‘yeah. yeah. and i’ll just knock ‘em clean out. wit my fists. you know?’ he laughs, his tears no longer coming from his eyes, and his cries were replaced with giggles.

crutchie planted a kiss on socks’ forehead, and wrapped an arm around him. ‘you know. you could stay up here if you like?? jack is at davey’s.’ crutchie shrugs, looking PLEADINGLY at socks to say yes.

socks hesitated. ‘fine. i’m freezin my bollocks off up here though. and i lived with harsh irish weather-‘

‘oh shut up. it’s not THAT cold.’ crutchie cut him off, chuckling.

eventually, after about an hour of chatting , socks fell asleep, lay down with crutchie’s arms wrapped around him. 

‘maybe it’s a lil warmer now.’ socks mumbled, whispering

‘told you.’ crutchie whispered back, kissing the back of socks’ head and falling asleep.

Yeah fuck you tanner i cried like twice writing this xx

FOUND IT HERE IT IS WEEPING

I love the thems so much :((( hurt comfort my everything

[scrambled-meat]

this might not rly be funny 2 any1 else but every now n then i remember this n consistently fucking entirely lose my absolute shit

so there was some post on here a while ago that had a pic of the poster 4 the newest muppet movie which was hilariously borderline threatening, it had multiple muppets but like. full body shot. possibly edited with cgi. all almost threateningly walking towards the camera w some rly ominous tagline along the lines of "theyre coming," or "get ready" or some shit

so i was already losing my shit laughing at just the poster alone but i scrolled down a lil bit further n someone had reblogged it w the caption "GOD why is kermit so FUCKING hot" n i jus abt had a full-on breakdown almost fucking crying laughing

at the time i was working at the hemp farm n it was on break where everyone smokes, i hadnt smoked but i think i mighta had a contact high from not only working w the plants but everyone else smoking on break

it was a 30 min break n i deadass spent prolly 20 mins of it just losing my shit laughing at the post, like completely fucking seriously, prior 2 it idk if i can even remember the last time id laughed that hard, i was literally in fucking tears almost sobbing incoherently, like that kinda shit where u start laughing so hard 4 so fucking long that u can barely even hear urself laughing anymore n ur basically completely outta breath

so i HAD to fucking take a screenshot n send it 2 my brother cuz he has almost the exact same sense of humor i do

n if i thought i couldnt laugh any fucking harder, he responded with one singular word & nothing else:

nightmare

[rebellum]

I think I'm slowly moving to find the following story funny, rather than mortifying and horrible:

I used to have issues with agoraphobia. I'd be fine, then not leave the house for a week or 2, and then feel like the world was too big and I was going to fall off of it. I couldn't leave the house until I followed my usual routine of reintroducing myself to the world, which necessarily involves other people.

So, I had a doctor's appointment. You can't do house calls here. Like, doesn't matter if you're bedridden, that just means you either can't go to a doctor or have to pay LOTS of money for a private nurse.

And I tried. I really, really tried. I got as far as the porch, which should have been a HUGE success since I was beyond the boundaries of (wow I really talk a lot huh. This story could have been 2 sentences.) the door. I couldn't move further. Like, my legs literally wouldn't obey me. It was like trying to casually bite your own hand off: your brain is like "uh? You can't do that? You'll literally die? What the fuck?"

So after 10 minutes of trying, I gave up, I went back inside, took a few deep breaths and called the doctor's office to cancel last minute. And it went roughly like this:

"Hi, this is rebellum, I have an appointment scheduled for 10:30. I'm really, REALLY sorry, but something has just come up and I won't be able to make it in, so I have to cancel."

"Um. What? No. No you can't just cancel last minute like this. You HAVE to cancel in advance! By at least 23 hours! These doctors work very hard to--"

And it was at this point that everything burst forth. I had been holding it in for after the phone call, but her tone of anger, disbelief, and disappointment was too much me. How could I be such a horrible person? What if someone else needed emergency medical care and it was my fault they couldn't get it because I scheduled an appointment knowing I'm too stupid and broken and awful to leave the house?

So I BURST into tears

Full on sobbing

Full body-wracking wails.

"IM SORRRRYYYYYYYY" I wailed into the phone. This receptionist probably hates me now. She SHOULD hate me. God I couldnt even keep it in for one phone call? (Now, of course, I am aware that I was SUPER EXTREMELY FUCKING mentally ill, and that's not my fault.)

"Oh" she said

"Oh no." She said

"Oh, my god, I'm- I'm so sorry. Yes of course we can cancel your appointment, that's no problem!"

"THANNNNK YOUUUU" I sobbed into the phone.

And for years I felt bad about it

But now I just realised

This is actually kinda fucking funny?

Calling someone, going from a quiet professional voice to full on SOBBING? She must have been SO baffled.

[cheetahpaw-reg]

got overstimulated at school and had shutdown to meltdown

i could feel it happening since the morning cus i couldnt even shower bcos the sound of the water and the feeling of it hitting my skin made me panic, so did brushing my teeth and doing makeup

then i thought school might be okay, even tho its literally just thousands of people talking for 8hrs. i knew i was shutting down literally in 1st period, cus i was having trouble masking, then started to just stop being able tk talk properly and everything started to blend together and i was like "oh fuck" then i started shaking kinda and i rly wanted to jist sit w my headphones on and take a breathe

but i had an oral prez 2nd period and i fumbled bcos i was having trouble speaking, and that made me feel even worse but i was just waiting until i could close my eyes put on my noise-cancelling headphones and BREATHE.

so i went to eat w mt friends and then i realize

...

i forgot to bring my stupid fucking headphones, then i broke and started to cry bcos everything was too much and too loud and at the same time i was trying to not make a scene cus i was literally in front of 3 friends, and then one noticed and gave me a tissue, then i started SOBBING and doing what i normally do (pulling my hair and skin and clothes).

in front of most of my friends.

and my girlfriend.

in the school hallway.

it was rly rly embrassing because they all went quiet, which was actually really nice but i feel bad that they stopped talking because of me. and i know it mustve lookd weird, and i know they already think im weird and im sk sick of not just being Normal.

and i felt so shit that i just went home after and i feel bad bcos i didnt say goodbye to my gf properly

and my gf was rly sweet, like she held my arm and it didnt burn, it actually kind of grounded me, but i feel rly bad bcos i feel like i just cant be normal and am a constant burden to her, even tho she says she doesnt mind i feel like she should

and it made me feel a bit small, which ironically made my sensory issues worse, and ive just felt stuck in a semi regressed headspace for HOURS and i just cant get small but i dtill kinda feel wonky mentally and its all just UGH

anyways tldr; was vry neurodivergent @ school, very embrassing, i feel half small, and i dont wanna go to school tmrw

[yuexins]

𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙴𝚃𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙻𝙾𝚃𝚄𝚂, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚂𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝚈 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴:       @pyreruin​                 /                   *gently returns the comb* @ JC

the comb rests heavily in his hands,   his stare blank   &   devoid of,   really,   anything as he peers at it-   she hands it back to him with tenderness in her gate,   a firm apology in her movements   &   jiang cheng takes it.   this is another loss,   though he does not feel as devastated as he’d expected himself to feel.   his fingers shake when he curls them around the intricately engraved comb,   wrinkling the fabric   &   nodding with a clearing of his throat.   it is embarrassing,   humiliating even,   to have been rejected so outwardly like this but jiang cheng cannot bring himself to act all pride   &   mighty before wen qing.   he’s lost more than just this,   she’s a remnant,   so this does not even sting.

“   i see,   ”      he’ll keep the comb,   for another day.   jiang cheng averts his gaze from her,   turns so that he’s peering down the path he climbed up.   she kept it all this time,   waiting for the right time to hand it back herself.   even through the pains of rejection,   jiang cheng raises himself up in a gentle manner.   she is a lady,   first   &   foremost;   a doctor who brought him back to life.   she does not owe him anything.   that is okay.      “   ...   thank you.   ”

[gayandfairycore]

movie night

Stiles x Scott x reader

Summary: having a movie night with your childhood friends of whom you have harbored feelings for could only ever end up the same way. them absoloutely worshipping you.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it) breeding kink (kinda), p in v, fingering, friends to lovers.

A/n this isn’t proofread and it’s the first thing I’ve written in months, this is also the first time I’m writing for teen wolf! This doesn’t really have a set time in the series of where it’d be, probably around like? Season 2? Idk

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the warmth of the mcall house had been a breath of fresh air to the three friends, as they all had came crashing through the door stilies rambling on about anything and everything as you three had planted yourselves onto the grey couch.

leaning forward to grab the remote and flick on the tv, both scott, and stiles had begun to argue abut what movie you were going to watch. stilies’ answer was of course star wars, for quote on quote “obvious reasons” whilst scott had wanted to watch edward scisorhands.

chuckling at your childhood friends behaviour you had decided to press play on twilight, a wicked grin had spread across your face as the expressions on both your friends had dropped immediately.

stiles had locked eyes on the remote, before making eye contact with yours. an exasperated “oh shit” had left your mouth before stilies’ lanky body had begun to topple over scotts kneeing him in the crotch by accident.

“sorry dude!” stiles exclaimed snickering lightly

 “dude!” shouted scott lifting his hands in the air, before pushing stiles onto the ground in exasperation.

“scott! what the hell” stiles muttered laying beow his best friend, attempting to stand up again the faded grey fabric of his shirt had rode up, showing his pale v line. 

you halted your movements you had always had a slight thing for your best friend but you had always felt rejected because of his thing for lydia. scott had ofc purse reassured you that stiles does feels the same.

the warm smile on his face when he had reassured you had sent butterflies into your stomach. in retrospect it had seemingly been ovbious from the start, you hhad a thing for them both.

from how nervous youd get lying on them, to how jealous youd feel if one had gotten a date, with a pretty girl like allison.

you never thought that either had felt the same about you until you were lying underneath them, chuckles ecaping from them as they highfived with eachother. the remote lying discarded. 

a shiver had seethed up your spine, as heat rushed to your face at the realisation, standing up rather quickly, your face pale and eyes blown wideat the relvelatio you had quickly exclaimed 

“i need to pee!” before scampering off to the bathroom, both boys had looked to eachother concerned glances shooting towards the bathroom as the sound of the sink running had muffled any indication of whatever was appening with you.

“is she okay dude?” stiles pondered, eyebrows screwn together. his eyes looking at scott expecdantly.

“ehy are you asking me?” scott spoke, a clueless expression on his face, stiles had rolled his eyes at his best friend. pinching the bridge of hi nose before back handing scott and exclaiming 

“dude! warewolf, remember? listen in.”

“ew, dude! no, what if ses actually peeing?” scott whispered into stiles’ ear raising his eyebrows. 

“dude. really? shes not. just listen.” 

“alright! fine fine” scott muttered before shaking his head and straining his ear to hear you in the bathroom.

the cool white tiles of scott mcalls bathroom hadfelt very different now you were sitting on the porcelain seat sobbing over the fact that youre going to ruin not one but two lifelong friendships.

and you knew you couldnt keep it a secret much longer. as soon as you walk out of this bathroom you promised yourself youd come clean.

“cmon y/n pull yourself together and get back out there.”  you spoke wiping your stray tears away with your hands and splashing water on your face 

 with every tug of a new emotion on scotts face stiles had been bounching on his heels and leaning in, intently, they had been standing directly outside of the bathroom door for as long as youd been in there.

“so, whats she doing?” stiles whispered

“id tell you if you stopped talking.” 

“fine” stiles muttered dijectively

“She’s…upset. At herself.” Scott mutters eyebrows pulling together in concern as he strains his ears past the sputtering of a sink.

Your sobs faintly fill his ears as his mouth falls into a frown, stiles had been intently watching his best friend chewing on his already taught nails.

“She’s crying.” Scott recalls turning to stiles in awkward concern,

“She’s worried that we don’t love her like she loves us…” Scott mutters looking up towards his best friend, concern and a sense of desire pools in his chocolate brown eyes.

“what should we do?” Stiles asks, a familiar feeling begins to brew in both the boys, as they move themselves back to the couch.

“We need to remind her how much we love her” Scott instigates, whispering something into stiles’ ears as a warm blush flourishes on his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opens and out steps you, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater you clear your throat and sit leisurely on the arm of the couch.

the guily faces of your bestfriends had looked at you with pity as you wiped your eyes again with the palm of your hands.

“how much of that did you hear?” you questioned not sparing them a glance.

with a whip of their heads in your direction stiles’ eyes had immediatley blown wide astounded with the fact you had accused him of ears dropping opening his mouth to protest he spoke

“how much of that did we hear? none- nope! nadaaaa” he spoke dragging out the a and bouncing on the balls of his feet “and quite frankly im offended youd even think that!”

the only thing to cut off his ramblings was your sharp glare you sent his way suceeding in shtting the loveable spaz up.

“all of it. we-we heard all of it.” scott but in embarrassment creeping up his neck as he scratched the back of his tanned neck.

only when you turned your attention to their statures did you realise how embarressed and bashful both boys were did you finally make up the courage to say “well what are you gonna do about it then..”

at your suggestion both boys had turned their attention to eachother as if communicating telepathically they spoke at the same time with a quiet and simple but still impactful 

“This.”

as they approched your smirking figure scott had taken his place behing your body before delicately moving your h/l h/c hair. placing feather light kisses on the skin of your neck, nipping and pulling, and sucking on the soft flesh, pulling soft moans from your mouth.

a dark look had presented itself in stiles’ eyes as moans slipped from you, the lanky boy had cupped your jaw with is big hands tilting your plump lips delicately to his own he begun to move his lips feverishly.

slipping his wet toungue through the devide of your mouth fighting for dominance with the pale boy, only for a harsh bite on the dip of your neck to destract you from what you were doing with stiles, when the soothing feeling of scotts cool toungue ran itself over the previously mentioned affliction.

getting up from the leg of the couch you had begun to shred yourself of your baggy starwars tshirt thst had definetly belonged to stiles to reveal a dark red lace bra cupping your chest delicately.

boy were you glad you chose this bra, by the beguiled look that adorned stiles’ face at the sight of your bra had a blush lingering on your cheeks as the dent in the boys’ pants had grown a lot bigger as they had thrown their shirts off in desperation, stiles lanky limbs flailing everywhere

scott had also shed his jeans and boxers with ease leaving both you and stiles the only ones with shorts on and gaping at his length you had known he was big from kira, and allison, but seeing his length in person was beguiling.

the sound of stiles’ belt buckle struggling to come undone had filled the room, a forgotten movie playing in the background, as you had brought yourself over to stand infront of tiles, before lowering your hand to his bucke and undoing it with ease before placing a kiss on his lips

as the black haired alpha had come up behind you pacing a kiss on your shoulders before fiddling with the clasp of your bra and pulling it down your shoulders gently.

before dropping it all together, as stiles moves his hand to cup your boobs gently, squeezing lightly, and rolling your nipple in his gargantuan hands with light pressure before kissing the top of your right boob, and moving lower, and lower, placing wet kissing on every inch of your skin he coukd reach rolling your head back with pleasure. arousal swimming in your lower stomach, as wetness begins to pool in your panties, meanwhile scotts calloused hands wrap around your throat tightly as he squeezes.

cutting off your moans, as stiles latches his mouth onto your erect nipple sucking with force moans threaten to spill from your mouth only when they do does scott tut tut tut you placing a kiss on your lips and squeezing your thrpat and whispering in your ear 

“if you continue to be this loud youre gonna get us caught, and we dont want that do we sweetness.” before biting and tugging your ear lobe gently.

stiles had been sucking dark red marks on your boobs and running his tongue over them lightly.

“stiles switch cmon” scott says as he detaches his lips from your neck moving himself infront of you, pulling your sweatpants down legs as they pool at your feet.

your laced panties slick to your pussy soaked with your juices as scott slinks his hand into your panties running his hand up your slit with his middle finger, he inserts a finger into your pussy, as he slowly begins to pump leisurely,

stiles had shed himself of his boxers whilst scott had begun fingering you, stiles had planted himself in scotts previous position, running his hands over your body with need, as he places sloppy kisses on your shoulders 

“god you are gorgeous, you are like the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” he cries slapping the band of your panties as scotts fingers are still pumping into you, the familliar feeling begins to bubble in your stomach 

almost boiling over when stiles runs his hands over your breasts, and squeezing on your neck enough to stifle your moans, and halt your breathing for a moment, only subsiding when scott halts his movements pulling his hand out of you, licking your juices off of his fingers and shoving a finger in stiles’ mouth 

only for the lanky boy to suck off your juices his eyes rolling to the back of his head, scott had moved his position around enough to place a kiss on stiles’ lips before ushering you both to the matress that laid on the floor of the lounge room.

Your back pressing gently onto Scott’s sheets the smell of him fills your nose as you lay there stiles plants himself over you a wild smile dances across his pale mole dotted face as he slowly began to insert himself into you.

Feeling your walls stretch with his length he stays still for a moment brown eyes scanning your face in concerned filled anticipation.

Before slowly beginning to rock himself back and forth, soft moans escape from your lips as he moves inside of you groans escape from him as a proud smile covers his face.

Stiles leans down placing a delicate kiss on your lips, the sounds of Scott viciously masterbating the sound of skin slapping from stiles’ thrusts sweat begins to build on you both as you reach over for Scott pulling him into a kiss and taking his cock into your hands as you continue to pump his member as stiles hits that spot sending a wave of pleasure over you.

As you moan into your kiss with Scott, the building feeling of your quickly approaching orgasm begins to grow as stiles begins to squeeze your breasts sending you over the edge as Scott detached from your lips coming up for air.

And watching as your face morphs with pleasure, moans coming from both you and stiles, as he finally releases, his cum filling you. As he stays inside of you, your belly bulging with his seed, as he slowly pulls out rolling beside you and Scott.

Laying on Scott’s tan chest as stiles cuddles up beside you covering you all with a sheet before darkness begins to overtake you you mutter softly

“I love you boys” stiles could’ve missed it if he wasn’t practically oogiling you and your beauty both Scott and stiles had turned their attention to eachother.

A smile taking over Scott’s face before he mutters

“I could get use to this”

[gh-0st-y]

ooo AAA riddle fic, lets go!!! for my pookies @pixy-styx and @spadecentral !!! <333

— Remember for Me

summary : you unfortunately got a low grade on a high marked test, bringing your mood down - riddle is there to comfort you.

cw : angst to comfort, gn!reader, riddle x reader, fear of failure

authors note : projecting with that fear huh 😬

countless hours of studying, flashcards, conversing with other students, going through every book in the library, and what did you score? 49%.

all your hard work, down the drain. youre back, neck, shoulders ached from your hunched position when you were studying, your eyes red and drooping, practically begging for sleep. all for 49%.

walking to ramshackle was tiring, trudging along, dragging your feet. when you were inside, you dropped your bag onto the floor carelessly which was sure to bite you in the ass later, falling backwards onto the couch that saw your countless nights of studying. grim sat on your stomach, staring down at you, your arm draped over your eyes.

"henchman? whats wrong?" grim said, almost sounding worried. you forced a tight smile, voice cracking whilst fighting off tears behind your arm, "oh, nothing just..tired. so tired.." you sighed.

there was a knock at the door, raising your arm to look at the door. it went silent. then there was another knock. you couldnt leave them waiting.

"coming, coming. grim, get off," you pick him off your stomach, placing him down on your previous spot on the couch as you walked over to the door, tripping over your bag. you groaned, biting your cheek to hold back an angry cry.

finally getting to the door, you opened it, "oh, riddle, hi." you looked down at the boy, "something wrong?"

"i wanted to talk to you about that previous test. may i come in?" he spoke, posture straight and voice as strict and condescending as usual.

"oh..alright." you stepped out the way. riddle walked past you, looking around.

"..you really havent done much to the dorm?" he spoke. you shrugged, not really interested in answering. he turned around to face you, watching you close the door, "so, your score on the test. what was it again?"

you groaned, looking away, "49%, nothing big, i get it, your smart, im not, what else do you wanna shove in my face?" you ranted, "that i wont succeed? that me hanging around ace and deuce damages my head? wanna prove im some kinda– wreck?" you flailed your arms around, anger rising in your chest as you spoke.

"what? great seven, no, i came to offer help for your studies!" riddle tried to speak but you were finally breaking down your walls.

"oh, cause im- im just an idiot, right? cant do a simple test, you think- you think im not smart right? im just another student slacking off!" youre voice raised, tears welling in your eyes

"prefect, calm yourself! what is this behaviour?" riddle spoke, hand on his chest. he sounded like an overbearing, snobby parent.

"shut up, i dont– i dont care! i really dont- j-just shut- up! i get it, i cant do something so simple, leave me a-alone!" you finally cried, yelling at the red head who stared, shocked at your state.

"prefect, i never said such a thing. why would i?" riddle stepped closer, wary.

"i- just-" you sobbed, beginning to shake, knees threatening to give out. you tried to regulate your breathing, "im really just- gonna fail..! great seven, i- fuck–" your knees finally gave up on supporting your weight. riddle hurried over, trying to catch you before you fell, but not really helping your fall. he slowly lowered himself to the ground, along with you, sitting in silence. he listened to you cry, all the while holding your shaking hands with his own.

when youd seemed to calm, he raised a hand, gently wiping away your tears with his finger, "prefect, i understand your fear. it must have been hard. you look so tired, how long were you studying?"

you sniffled, "i couldnt a-answer," your voice shook, body seeming to shiver as you spoke.

"my dear," he raised his other hand, holding your face gently, "you tried tremendously hard. but now, i say its time for a break. i think a cup of tea and a slice of tart is just what you need," he gently tucked strands of loose hair behind your ear.

blinking away excess tears, you spoke quietly, "i-id like that. yeah." you smiled softly, riddle doing the same.

"you are smart, do not forget it. and if you do, ill remind you again. remember it for me."

authors note : YO IM ?????IN TEARS 😭😭 I HOPE YOU ENJOYED <33

[michael-aftons-nonbinary-lover]

hi, i love your works, they're just amazing 😩

if youre taking requests how about michael x fem!reader where she has nightmare about him dying and when she wakes up he's not with her in the bed so she just freaks out and have a panic attack? but it turns out michael was just in a bathroom and he comes back and tries to comfort her? im sorry if it's too much 😭

oh and i hope you'll have a good day/night <3

Sure!

Night Time Terrors

-(Michael Afton x fem!reader)-

-(Summary: the ask, lol)-

-(CW: panic attack, nightmare, d3@th mention)-

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He was caught in another fire. You had to get to him. You couldn't lose Michael, not like this. The building kept collapsing in on itself, and no matter how fast you ran, you couldn't get to it. Michael's screams of pain and agony reached your ears and spurred your running, no matter how badly your feet hurt. It wasn't important now. Michael was in there and you had to get to him, you had to save him, he couldnt-

You woke up gasping for breath, air painfully filling your lungs as you whipped your head around looking for your boyfriend. He was supposed to be in bed. Why wasn't he there? Has that dream really happened? Had he really died? Because you couldn't save him?

No, that couldn't be true, could it? You had just gone to bed holding his hand around five hours ago. He had to be here. Right?

Maybe that was just a dream. Psychology had stated that many people's minds would hallucinate after losing someone so important to them.

You sat there and stared blankly, breathing heavily as you panicked and shook silently.

You brought your legs to your chest, elbows resting on your knees and palms digging into your face.

He was gone. He really was gone. It was all real, and he was gone and lost forever and-

You heard the toilet flush and the sink began to flow to life with water. Who the hell was in your house? And using your master bathroom? Out of all the things they could have done, using your bathroom? And your master bathroom at that?

You silently scrubbed at the hot, salty tears running down your face, looking for a weapon to ward off the intruder. Hiding behind a curtain, you got ready to attack them, if needed.

The intruder came out of the bathroom and flopped down onto your bed, looking around confused.

"Love? Where are you?"

You burst out from behind the curtain, dropping your make shift weapon and flinging yourself into the arms of you boyfriend.

"Mike, I thought you were dead, I thought you were gone, oh my god, don't ever scare me like that again!"

He stared at you dazed, and huffed out a small laugh.

"What?"

You rolled your eyes, huffing at Michael's clear dismissal of your frenzied state.

"I'm serious, Mike, I thought you were dead! I had this really bad dream, and I thought that you died and you were gone, Mike, I-"

You cut yourself off with a choked sobbed.

Michael's face softened, and he gently pulled you into his strong arms.

"Hey hey, it's ok. I'm not dead, I'm right here. I'm alright. There's no need to cry, I won't ever leave you."

You looked up at him, still sniffling and trying to calm down.

"Promise?"

"I promise. Let's go back to sleep, shall we?"

You nodded, tucking your head into the crook of Michael's neck.

He laid down slowly, and the two of you quickly drifted off to sleep, warm and safe together.

(hey dudes, please don't quote me on the psychology thing, I don't know if that's real or not, I literally just kinda pulled it out of my ass on the spot, thanks!)

[loversdelusions]

How would yanderes Tamaki and Deku(Separate) react to the reader’s parents scolding them and calling them a disappointment after they get not so good grades in a test? Like they didn’t really fail but the marks aren’t good for those ‘perfectionist’ parents. And after they’re done scolding the reader, reader starts crying, how would they react?

Hope I did okay! Never wrote for Tamaki before. This one's kinda personal to me, my parents were the same.

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Midoriya Izuku:

You had lied to him.

You lied. You told him your parents were good to you, they were great! You had reassured him that your parents were nice. He had seen it, met them even. He didnt want to face the possibility that he might have to get rid of them, but now, with wide green eyes staring into your window at your beautiful figure growing sluggish with every harsh word, your bottom lip quivering.

His throat seized as he tried not to focus on the anger bubbling inside his chest. He really didnt like hearing people being hurtful towards you. He didnt like your parents being mean to you. You were amazing, how could they not see that?

A deep breath, and a second to think. That's what he needed, a moment to analyze. Really, how sad would you be if they'd simply dissapear?

His heart seemed to still when he saw the tears fall from your lashes, down the curve of your beautiful face and onto your lips. His eyes darkened with rage, cold and drilling into the heads of the 'parents,' of yours. You covered your head with your hands, a small sob escaping your trembling form. He almost broke your window.

His eyes burned into your parents. He saw your parents hiss at you and your weak body head towards your room. Noting could stop the heat in his chest when he saw your hands dig into your palm; he didnt need to hear you cry for his help, he was your hero. He knew when to save you.

Brushing scarred crooked fingers through his curly green hair, Izuku trudged up the steps from his hiding spot and examined the path to your window. It should've been an easy enough climb. Afterall, his darling doll was crying, sweet salty little tears over their skin that would drive anyone to their aid. He could never let you weep on your own, he needed to be there to comfort you. Otherwise he would never be able to have you when he needs you.

OFA was a quick get-in to your windowsill, a soft knock on your window to drag you out. He tried his best to keep a poker face when he saw your little head poke out from the otherside of the bed, rising from the floor sluggish movements dragging yourself over onto the bed, eyes catching sight of the green haired boy waiting by your window. He small wave, and you were rushing to open the window for him.

"Midoriya, what are you doing here?" Your voice was meant to sound aggressive, but it was weak, and fragile. It almost broke his heart, it really were just like you. "You cant be here. If my parents--"

"Dont worry," He whispered, climbing in and taking your hand, he frowned softly, nuzzling his cheek into the softness of your palm. "Hi."

A small broken little smile tugged at your lips, you were on the verge of crying, and you knew he could tell. You just really didnt understand what he was doing here. Despite that, you huffed, "Hi."

"You okay? I bought you some Onigiri," He lifted up a little bag, ruffling it softly shaking his head along with it. You chuckled at his sillyness, sniffling slightly.

Okay? That word made your knees weak. You couldnt even answer, you felt just like what your parents had said, you were such a fucking failure. You didnt want to burden him, like you did your parents. He shouldnt get into your business, it wasnt fair to him. You couldnt even open your mouth without sobbing, lip quivering pathetically.

"Mhm..." You hummed, even though your voice broke and you felt tears escape your eyes.

His green eyes were drowned in worry, he held your face in his hands and wiped your tears away, the calloused tips of his fingers softly carresing your skin, "I... I am so sorry,"

You couldnt have melted faster into his arms. He didnt fight it, you were where you were suppoused to be, right in his arms. His kind raspy voice whispering praise and sincereties into your ear, a small smile into your hair while his shirt soaked your tears, hands white-knuckled with their grasp in his shirt, tugging and weeping in your anguish. you didnt need anyone, because he was here. You didnt need your parents, he was here.

Nothing matters when you were in his arms, eventually, you'll learn that he was all that you wanted, and all that you needed, your parents be damned.

Parents. Be. Damned.

"I promise," A soft whisper into an ear that would never hear it, weeping covering the cold warning tone in his words. You didnt need to lie to him anymore, he saw it all, and now he knew exactly what he needed to do.

He just wants you to remember, he only does it because he loves you.

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Tamaki Amajiki:

His eyebrows knit together in a frown unlike one he'd ever be seen with, and he was pretty well known for his usual frowns. He never meant to follow you home, he simply saw you walking with random people and hoped to the opportunity to explore their intention.

He was terrified. flinching with every shout from your parents, with every comment that cut your flesh with no need for intervention. It was cruel, he had thought. It was cruel, you shouldnt have to deal with this, they were so cruel.

Even walking home, with your hands clasped around your schoolbag tightly grasping at it with every word, angry squeeze with every insult, your nervous fidgeting growing more along with the way your head dropped low, he knew all of it, he could tell you were exhausted, tired from them.

He couldnt hurt them, they were your parents, he was sure they were good to you, maybe this was an exception? He was just anxious.

He was anxious for you, and well... himself, he was nervous for himself.

He wanted to help you, he did. What could he do, though? He was never a hands-on indiviual, this wouldnt change now, espically when it came to your guardians. He wanted to hold your hand, and comfort you with the familliar circles on your knuckles.

His eyes began to tear up when he saw yours do the same.

You were crying?

Oh.

He hadnt seen you cry before. He didnt know what to do to cheer you up. He could only really think of your blinding beautiful smile, it took over his whole world, so when you found yourself home and collapsed on your bed, his heart quickened and he found himself standing infront of your home, and his mind racing, hoping to find the right thing that would help you feel better.

He couldnt go to you... he was too embarrased to even think of how you'd react to him suddenly being there. He would probably freak you out, you'd never talk to him again! He couldnt risk that. He loved and admired you too much for that. He needed to think of something.

He almost cringed into himself when he heared your whimper, trying to keep in the flowing tears. Maybe it was a mistake to use his quirk to hear you better, he just wanted to make sure you were fine, not like he was spying or anything.

He could only think one thing.

"I... Hope you're okay," his voice was barely legible, placing the small little basket infront of the door, your name very clearly written on it. He didnt want those terrible people to take it from you. It was only for you, and his anger would truly rile if they messed this up for you, and he didnt need to be violent for them to regret it.

Hm... He didnt like that thought.

Even if he knew this was a mistake, even if all of it was a mistake and he was wrong, he shouldnt have done a lot of things, but when faced with you he didnt stand a chance. No one did, which is why he was there. Why he was watching you open the door and find his basket filled with foods you like, and watched you munch on the food he gave you secretly sulking in your room, and even if he wanted to be there to comfort you; he knew this was the best for now.

He'll be there to hold you one day soon, though it hurt him to watch you cry. He hoped you could feel his presence with you, comforting even though he was crying right along with you.