#he hates that he can't bully his little brother anymore because that would be high treason

[fluesterscherben]

Scene Idea

Cei: I had a brother too, once.

Gareth, carefully: Had?

Cei: I lost him the day our liege pulled the sword from the stone. Gareth, with sympathy: What was his name?

Cei, with a sardonic smile: Arthur.

[lbulldesigns]

AITAH For accusing my former best friend of trying to break up my relationship, and promptly ending our thirteen-year long friendship?

Posted 18th of May, 2021

I (18 M) need some outside opinions.

Background information. I have been best friends with Pow (18 F) since we were six, I first met her when my Godfather Benny introduced me to his best friend's newly adopted daughters. Both girls had been in the foster system for nearly a year after their parents died, and were lucky enough to get adopted out by their Godfather Van after he was able to track them down and prove to the courts and children's services that he was a safe option.

At first, I was a little intimidated by the older sister, we'll call her Daisy (she's named after a flower and I don't think she'll appreciate me using her real name) because she seemed angry at everyone but quickly put on a friendlier face when she saw how nervous I was.

When I saw Pow, I felt an instant attraction to her (not romantically, I was just interested in how pretty her blue hair was) and ended up spending our first encounter trying to get her to open up and talk to me. She was traumatized by the past year and had turned silent as a result. I felt so proud when I finally got her to smile and giggle, we became thick as thieves afterward, she was my best friend.

We shared everything together, our interest in academics, such as art, mathematics, video games, dancing, robotics, computers, and later DND.

There were some things we did separately. Pow competed in gymnastics, and I would take part in skateboarding competitions. And without fail always came to each other's thing to show our support.

Pow had some difficulties with her older brother Lo (fake name), he constantly took his frustrations out on her and everyone pretty much gave up on him ever getting a clue and stopping. So, we all tried to get Pow to stand up for herself, we figured if she stood up to her "bully" then he would learn to back off. However, Pow was a shy one and never spoke up for herself. As a result, she was hesitant around others and had difficulty making any friends outside of myself.

This became more apparent once we got to high school. We had a few classes away from each other and in these classes, I made some new friends, from there I got convinced to join the basketball team when some of my new friends told me it could help with my college perspectives. In lieu I convinced Pow to try out for the cheerleading squad, as per my new friends' advice, I made it onto the basketball team but Pow didn't make it onto the squad which I was surprised by because she's a pretty decent dancer.

Because I was on the basketball team, I wasn't able to participate in most of the same clubs as Pow and ended up moving on from these interests to focus more on my future, which is understandable because I can't spend every day playing make-believe anymore.

Pow was set in her ways however and seemed to want to continue playing make-believe and seemed determined to hate my new friends. She constantly avoided them and would rather sit alone during lunch than hang around me when they were around, she would always get a sour look on her face whenever they were around me (which was a lot of the time) and would decline invitations to hang out with them, she made no effort to get to know them properly and this hurt. But I still persisted with our friendship because, despite everything, I do care for her.

And then I met my now GF Kara (not her real name), Kara is sweet and funny, she writes me poems and little love notes with cute little love hearts and takes her academic future seriously. She has been trying to convince me that my friendship with Pow is toxic and understands why I couldn't just end the friendship but says that I wouldn't be the bad guy if I did.

I would get uncomfortable whenever she brought this up, but more and more recently I began to see things from Kara's perspective, albeit guiltily. I brought up my concerns with Daisy and her GF, and they were convinced that Pow is probably a bit possessive considering their own problems with her. Pow hates Cat (the GF) and even made her cry after Cat made an offhanded comment about law enforcement that seemed to trigger her. Daisy promised to speak to Pow about everything after everything between them had cooled down, she and Daisy got into a massive blowup about making Cat cry, something that Cat was feeling seriously guilty about.

So, when, three days after Kara and I decided to become official, Pow pulled me aside during lunch and confessed that she "loved me" and didn't want to just be friends anymore. I lost it.

I actually shouted at her in the middle of the lunch crowd and shamed her in front of the whole school. I called her a "possessive psychopath" who can't let anyone be happy, she pretended to look confused and asked what I was talking about, and I reminded her I was in a relationship as in I have a girlfriend. She managed to conjure up some tears and said that she didn't know, but I wasn't falling for it. I flat out, told her that I was done with her and this "friendship" and left her standing there.

At the time I couldn't feel anything but angry, and vindicated. My friends were laughing and joking about the situation, and Kara was super cuddly with me and kept asking me if I was okay and saying that I didn't do anything that wasn't due.

But now I'm questioning myself, with the anger cooled off. All I can see is Pow's sad doe-eyed look and the sound of the rest of the school snickering at her. She didn't turn up for classes for the rest of the day, and on my way home I heard a group of girls sl** shaming her.

Zer, my one new friend that Pow actually gets along with, called me an AH, and she thought I was a better person than that, and that she was now reconsidering her friendship with me.

So, Reddit. AITAH for ending a toxic relationship?

(This is a fanfic, please read tags)

[unfiltered-angst]

I see lots a ppl makin wk ocs so I might as well chip in and wonder: What if Zach got an ACTUAL villain lackey like everyone else?

Well then everyone, I’d like u to meet.

RILEY RAMES!!

Not just the overworked and chronically tired Executive Assistant at Varmitech Industries, but also Zach’s best friend since high school (And also secret lover)

Here’s some fast facts bout the tbh guy ever!!

-Extremely anxious, chronically sleep deprived, jumpy, and soft-spoken (Most of the time hehe) 

-As mentioned before, SERIOUS codependency issues since he was little. 

-Works at Varmitech Industries as the overworked executive assistant, been in this position since the age of 17 

-Around Zach's age

-He actually planned on becoming a computer scientist before meeting Zach and changing his career to help him out. 

-Basically Zach's best friend since high school and a bit of a lover to him 

-This relationship is NOT one sided as Zach also does love Riley just as much, it's just that his hatred for the Wild Kratts overpowers his love for Riley. 

-Because of this, it's really difficult for Riley to get some alone time with Zach, or to talk with him and have him NOT mention the Kratt Crew 

-This has also led to some animosity towards the brothers, as in Riley's mind, they're the reason Zach is like this and why he can't have him completely, and from what he's heard, are Zach's bullies. 

-He doesn't HATE nature, he's just horribly afraid of it and thinks the world would be better off if society and nature never interacted and stay separated

-He thinks what the bros are fighting for is a worthless battle 

-Headcanoned Voice: Ghost from My Pride

Notable Quotes!!:

"You.. You two were mean to Zach all his life. I, I don't like you." 

"Please don't look to me for advice, I'm a follower, not a leader." 

"Uhhhh, did I do something wrong..? Again?" 

"Humans and nature cause too many issues when they coexist, I don't want to see anyone get hurt anymore."

[sissybutterfly]

Since I was a kid, I've been that gay boy, whose other boys bullied him for being girly and I cried to mom for that, that boy who all his friends were girls and who didn't stop playing with dolls when he got older than normal to "play with boy things"... I was never Max Steel, I was always on the Barbie team.

I have three friends, Larissa, Lorenna and Ingrid; we grew up together, went to school together from when we were still babies until the end of high school, when I was around my fourteenth year old, I told them, they were the only people in my entire life I told was gay , it was a special day, I remember that I told them crying, and they laughed when they said:

"we always knew, always, we've known each other practically since we were born, we played with dolls together in childhood, we learned to do makeup together, we watched the same girl drawings and listened to the same songs, we gossip about boys we think are cute and about other girls who are stuck up and jealous; of course you have an girly way and everyone thinks you're gay, but that's just the impression you make on others, for us it was never about that, it's about ours intimacy, we love you, and even if you never told us in words, we always knew you were gay, but you're our gay, only ours. We've been together since we were born, not is about it, but if you came to say otherwise that you didn't want us to see you as gay anymore, that would really hurt us, because we share with you secrets and moments that we would never share with any boy, not even boyfriends, we are like sisters, not friends, sisters! and you was never "our brother", we always treated and we see you like our sister, as another girl like us."

I always felt out of place anywhere, until I opened up to the three, people I trusted most in the entire world, our "winx club" was the place where I felt most comfortable in life. but time passed and I didn't have the courage to tell other people, my family for example, my father is a completely strict and conservative guy, I didn't have the courage. Until something happened that changed my life forever.

In early 2021, one of my childhood friends, Larissa, got pregnant and she didn't know who the father was and didn't even have direct contact, she was desperate and scared, she didn't know how to raise a child alone, her parents would kill her (not literally obvious), so I said I could assume the son, all three were in shock, I said that "getting pregnant" a girl would make my father leave me alone about being gay, Larissa's parents have known me since when I was a kid and they like me, it would be better for her to be a single mom and kind of the four of us already planned to help take care of the baby however we could.

The sad part of the story is that Larissa's pregnancy had complications and she lost the baby, which left everyone devastated, we talked after that moment and we thought it would be very interesting for the two of us to continue together, as a couple, we get along she understands and we almost never fight, we've always taken good care of each other since we were little, besides, she hates the "bureaucracy" of a relationship.

The main point we reached is that we could form an almost perfect couple for each other in terms of affection, we just don't have any sexual attraction for each other, but together as a couple, I would have the freedom to be gay without my family "suspected", after all, I have a girlfriend, and Larissa, due to complications during pregnancy and etc, unfortunately she was almost infertile, so if she was dating me, she could have an active sex life without worries and without caring about relationships.

Believe it or not, today we are engaged, almost completing two years of relationship and with plans to live together. Ingrid and Lorenna still can't believe how this plan worked, it's really funny because they've asked me a few times "We know you're gay, but you've been dating for 2 years and you've never had sex?" and I always answered with the truth "never, god forbid, pussies are very disgusting, my delicate little chick is just for peeing".

Anyway, our winx club is the place I love the most, every week we have the panties party, once a month at one of our houses. we relax and watch movies or series, eat some delicious food, drink wine or something, do each other's nails and hair, do fabulous makeup, gossip about men and their cocks or about ridiculous bitches from our respective jobs.

The weekly panties party at the winx club is like our spa, since when it was just to play with Barbies in 2003, or to discuss which boy was the most beautiful in One Direction in 2013, we change, we grow, but we move on together!

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What could make the Skellies cry? Just asking for...random reasons =)

Undertale Sans - Of laughter? Almost anything very funny. He laugh-cries a lot. He cries listening to very good music sometimes, mainly to embarass Papyrus when it's in public. Of sadness though? It's quite hard to make him cry as he is simply the type who prefers to take everything until he can't anymore. He cries only when he is in high mental distress. Fortunately, it doesn't happen too much. If you catch Sans like this, this will be a one time, and he will hide every other time because he hates being seen like that.

Undertale Papyrus - He's quite emotive so just a little kid giving him a flower in the park and he is basically dead. He's just a guy who enjoys the littlest things in life. Also he cried a river at Undyne and Alphys wedding, ruining everything because of his very loud "NYOOH HOO HOO" as soon as Undyne appeared in her dress. When he's very sad, he goes to hide so no one sees him, so you'll never catch him. He can be a very quiet cryer if he wants too. He tends to cry when he gets very frustrated when he's tired too, and that he can't do what he wants to do properly.

Underswap Sans - Blue cries only when he is very angry against someone and can't find more arguments to defend himself, because he gets very frustrated. Other than that, he has a good hold on his emotions, due to his police training.

Underswap Papyrus - He's a big baby who cries in front of Disney movies for hours because he can't get over it. Other than that, he's usually the type to chase everyone away when he's sad or angry, he doesn't usually cry. Except that one time when he fell from the stairs and broke his funny bones. He couldn't hold his tears :')

Underfell Sans - He cries only when he's in pain. And even that, it's only when he's alone and somewhere safe. Red is still living in the fear of getting dust if he shows weakness so you won't see anything until it's too serious for him to handle. Aggressivity is usually more his way of communicate.

Underfell Papyrus - He doesn't cry unless he is so hurt he can't contain himself. Edge doesn't express much. The only time you saw him cry was when one of his rivals beat his head with a baseball bat and he almost die. That's literally it.

Horrortale Sans - He's not much of a crier either. Even when he's in pain, he's too scared to bother someone to say anything. Though, he still cries when he has panic attacks, for exemple if he gets lost in a crowd or in a city. He can't think clearly and it makes him panic more.

Horrortale Papyrus - He's even more emotive than his classic self. Just an old lady smiling at him can get him. He's even more emotive when his S/O is kissing him or giving him a gift. He still has a hard time to believe all of this is real and crying makes it real. Ironically, when he's sad or angry, he still refuses to cry and prefers to hide and scream or insult the entire world instead. He cries only when he is pushed too much, for exemple is someone is bullying him in the street. He can cry if he hears people whisper he is scary or bad things though. He hates his own body.

Swapfell Sans - It's pretty much only after he met Toriel. Toriel is abusing him mentally and is quite cruel when he does not satisfied her. Nox takes everything without showing anything, but once he is home, he's breaking, usually in his brother's arms. He can't take this forever.

Swapfell Papyrus - He's not much of a cryer, though when he is extremely frustrated, it can happens. Or when he's drunk. He's a sad drunker.

Fellswap Gold Sans - You'll never see him cry. Not even his brother can remember a time when he saw Wine cry. Wine prefers to take his anger or his sadness on people or things, he doesn't show anything, even when he's in pain. He would rather die than show anyone he has feelings like every monster.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He's very emotive for anything, just seeing a nice litte butterfly. Also, he cries when he's very scared of something and since kinda everything on the Surface is scary, it's happening a lot. But everyone who knows him quite well knows it's normal by now. Coffee is always crying about something :')

[equizona]

Shielding Embrace

Fandom: Obey Me!

Characters: Mammon

Format: Drabble

Warning(s): Mentions of abuse(?) Angst(with a happy ending), crying, swearing, calling Lucifer a stuck up little bitch, OOC.

Summary: MC is tired of hearing Mammon get picked on so often, by his own brothers no less. As the second-born demon has always protected them, they think it's their turn to protect him.

Note: I wrote this a while ago, since I'm tIRED of Mammon getting bullied all the time. He deserves better-

"Diavolo, stop being such a scumbag Mammon-"

It wasn't uncommon that the brothers would call the second-born mean words. Scumbag was their favorite, along with dumb or stupid. You agreed that he didn't always make the best choices, but they were always so cruel about it. It never gave off the vibes that they were only joking either. It was like they meant every word.

You hated it with your whole being. Mammon had been the nicest to you, and he had been the one who had been there with you since the start, ever since Lucifer made him your 'guardian' in a way. He wasn't the best at showing his emotions, but you could tell he cared. Sometimes, it felt like he was the only one who cared.

You wanted to shout, or scream at them, for all the cruel things they would say to him. He deserved better than that. He was their brother, so why were they always so mean to him?

"MC? Are you okay?" You were forced out of your mind by Satan's annoyingly Loud question that brought the attention of everyone at the table to the two of you.

You remember when he tried to kill you. You remember when all of them tried to kill you. You remembered when Belphie actually killed you.

All those times never quite left your mind, and you could still feel the fear you felt in each of those situations. Mammon was the only one of them you felt completely comfortable with anymore, as he was the only one who never seemed to lose control and attempt to harm you.

You decided you wanted to stand up for him like he stood up for you all the time.

"Actually, no, I'm not. What's wrong with you guys?"

Satan's eye twitched, and it was oddly satisfying. You could see all of the brothers about to speak up about what you'd said, though you didn't give them that chance.

"I don't understand why all of you keep calling Mammon a scumbag. Is it because he's greedy? 'Cause if that is the case, then I want to remind you that greed is his sin. He's the avatar of greed. And I mean, why get mad about him for that? As far as I remember, all of you don't ever try to deny your sins."

You didn't feel satisfied just yet, so you decided to continue. You wanted to make them feel just as horrible as you assumed Mammon felt each time they threw those words at him.

"I mean, Lucifer is a stuck-up little bitch with too much pride and he can't ever seem to apologize or see that it's his fault no matter how obvious it is. Leviathan is constantly envious of everything to the point it can be fucking unbearable. Satan has extreme anger issues, and gets angry at the smallest things and Asmo is constantly flirting with people and usually not stopping until he's in their pants. And please, don't even get me started on Beel. Then of course, Belphie just seems to never bother lifting a finger to help anyone. But I never see anyone complaining about all of that, do I? It's not like any of you do anything to deny the sin you are assigned to, so why do you expect Mammon to do it, hmm?"

You raised your eyebrow in a judgemental way, just to add that extra spite. You could clearly see Mammon's shocked expression.

You preferred watching the reactions of the others more though. Beel looked guilty to some degree, Asmo looked offended, Levi and Belphie looked annoyed at the whole thing while Satan and Lucifer looked downright pissed.

You could see that Mammon was about to say something, probably about how he was okay and you should calm down, and Satan looked ready to snap and attack you, again. Though neither of them had the chance to react before Lucifer stood up while slamming his hands down on the table, glaring at you.

"Excuse me? Run that by me again, won't you?"

You'd normally apologize and leave the room to do something else, but you were tired with their bullshit and this just seemed like yet another way you could call them out on it.

So, you gathered up all of your courage and looked Lucifer straight in the eye, glaring at him as well, despite the fact you knew it would have little to no use.

"Or what? Are you going to try and kill me again? Because let me remind you that all of you have attacked me before, except Mammon. Oh, and of course, one of you actually managed to kill me. Remember that, Belphie?" You shot him a mean look, and at least he seemed to have some guilt over the situation.

"And you know, Lucifer probably would have killed me before as well, hadn't it been for Lord Diavolo. Oh, but you never quite did apologize for that, did you? You never apologized to Luke for attacking him either, did you? And it's because you have so much pride. Because you're so high and mighty and you can never do anything wrong, can you? Ah, but nobody ever tells you that, do they? Because they know it's the sin you represent and they know it's a part of who you are."

Lucifer blinked at you, shocked, and nobody else seemed like they were going to say anything either.

"Actually, in my opinion, I think Mammon is the least 'scummy' and 'lowlife' person in this room. And he somehow managed to be the one with the most control. Seriously, at this point I'm certain that you all only ever say those things to him because you all know you're the real lowlives and you're just too pathetic to admit it."

You didn't want to stay there anymore, and since they all seemed to shocked to say or do anything, you stood up and quickly made your way to your room, though it wasn't long until someone was knocking on your door.

"Uh, human..?"

Mammon's voice.

You almost wanted to cry. He didn't usually knock, he preferred to just barge in with his stupidly cheerful attitude that never failed to make you smile.

"You can come in."

You voiced it quietly, a small part of you hoping that he wouldn't hear you and just leave instead, but seconds after he opened the door and let himself in.

He didn't say anything as he sat down next to you on your bed though, most likely trying to figure out what he should say in a situation like this.

What you weren't expecting was to hear the sounds of sobbing.

Worriedly, you say up and moved next to him, concern filling your entire body as you gently put your arms around his shoulders and made him lean on your chest.

"Hey, hey, shh, are you okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

You tried to make your voice as gentle as possible. You weren't entirely sure what to do, but you never liked it when he was sad. His negative expressions and tears always layed heavy on your heart, so much that it was almost unbearable.

"Did- did you mea-mean it-?"

He stuttered out after a few minutes of you running your hand through his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You frowned, not entirely sure which part he was asking about.

"Which part are we talking about specifically?" You questioned him, though you made sure that your voice was soft.

"All of it." As soon as he answered your question, he got out of your embrace only to put his hands around your neck for a hug. You grinned, hugging him back.

"Of course I was. You're the one that's been there for me since I came here, and while I can agree that you don't always make the best decisions, they don't always make the best decisions either. They are your brothers, and they should never be saying things like that to you. Actually, from now on, each and every time they say something mean towards you, I want you to come to me so I can smother you in my love and affection."

Oh shit, fuck, did you just-

"Wait- like- uh- no- uhm- like in a-a, uh-"

He moved away from you, and you wondered if he regretted that considering how red his face was. You'd probably burn your hand if you touched his face at this point.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to say that again."

You gave him a patient smile, wanting him to feel comfortable. You were almost certain that he liked you back, since he wasn't exactly very good at hiding it, but you hadn't wanted to act on it before now incase you made him uncomfortable or that you were wrong.

Though his reaction only made you more certain.

He took a few moments to collect himself, before trying to speak up again, though he didn't seem able to look you in the eyes.

"Do, uh- do you mean like- like in a, uh, a rom-uhm.."

"Romantic?"

You inquired softly, and to your delight he nodded, still not looking at you.

This wasn't exactly a side of him you saw often, since he would usually try and deny anything, but you were happy about it.

You moved to hold his face in your hands, though he still refused to look you in the eyes.

"If you want to. I'm not sure how you feel, since nobody but you can be certain about that, but I know I like you, and wouldn't mind smothering your face in kisses each day."

Your tone was playful, be genuine. You felt his face heat up even more, if that was even possible. He changed the direction of his gaze to look directly into your eyes, and you felt like you would get lost in the ocean his eyes had.

He leaned forward for another hug, and you grinned, barely taking a single second to process it before you were moving your hands to hug him back.

"I like ya too."

You grinned even brighter, squeezing him tighter. You didn't ever want to leave his embrace, and while you knew that you would have to face both his brothers and the world later, it would be a lot easier with him by your side.

[stargaze-issei]

ᴅᴀʏ 3; ғᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴀᴄᴋɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ sᴛᴏʀʏ

-> kageyama tobio

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭; kageyama finds comfort through middle school in his teammate's little sister, kunimi y/n. (ficlet/scenario)

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; mentions of bullying.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1.6k

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞; fluff.

since you were little, akira was always there. mom and dad had jobs, which meant they were away from dusk till dawn. your brother walked you to school, picked you up, made dinner every day until you were big enough to help him. he hated doing those stuff, if he could've been lazy, he would've, but his responsibility to you was bigger. as you grew up, the one year difference started to become less and less noticable, then it wasn't him getting up earlier to make breakfast, it was you waking him up or he'd be late for school. you started to realize that your brother wasn't the knight in shining armor you thought he was, he was a normal school boy, not that it was a bad thing, but to wake up from your childish world was certainly a bummer. when akira got into middle school, he chose the one closer to your elementary school. to your surprise, a certain club activity had caught his eye, which lead to you waiting on the bleachers most days, refusing to go home alone. you liked spending time with him.

soon, you started taking part in their trainings, picking up balls, delivering water, learning everything from watching. the coach had took you in as an apprentice, much to akira's surprise. once you got to middle school, you were officially the team's manager. all akira's friends, if you could call them that, were your friends too. except for one. the wonder setter, kageyama tobio, avoided conversation with you at all costs, even if you wanted to give him some advice on their plays, or hand him a towel after practice. your brother didn't bothered with those small things, but it was exasperating to you.

"do you know if kageyama-kun has problems at home?" kindaichi had accompanied the kunimi siblings on their way home, with the excuse of having a project to do with akira. you, right between of them, gained weird looks from both.

"i don't think so" aswered kindaichi, kunimi couldn't care less about his troubles at home, instead, he caught on a detail.

"since when he's kageyama-kun?"

"he has always been kageyama-kun"

"no, only coach calls him that" to your silence, he scrunched his nose in a a disgusted mock "maybe that's why he doesn't like you"

"he doesn't like me!?" the two boys laughed at your reaction, there were few people allowed to hear akira's laugh, both you and kindaichi were glad to be one of them.

that conversation stuck in your brain through the day, and the one after, even at practice. you never gave it much thought to it, but now you realized how everyone showed kageyama a funny amount of respect, your classmates on the very edge of calling him '-sama'. if that is what he's used to, no wonder he didn't like you. your mind had gone through a complete rollercoaster, triggered by coach asking you to deliver a few papers to your upperclassman. when you finally divised him, sitting alone in his homeroom, you gulped nervously.

"um, hey, uh, coach asked me to give you this, so, there it is... kageyama-san" be aware, kageyama instantly knew something was bothering you. despite his dark aura, you always treated him like an equal, not being affraid of talking to him or call him less formal honorifics. he liked that, a lot. you, in your own way, made him feel normal.

as you handed him the papers with new game strategies, your eyes met his. your whole body paralyzed, being unable to let go of the pieces both of you were grabbing.

"don't call me that" his mouth spoke by itself, followed by a subtle blush on his cheeks.

"what?" now you were flustered, and your unconscious aggressive response made kageyama feel more nervous than he already was.

"well, y-you used to call me, uh, kageyama-kun, and n–"

"oh! i thought– nevermind, it's not important, kageyama-kun".

tobio had to pinch his arm to erase the smile on his face the rest of the day.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

the team had grown apart, everyone could see that. more than once you argued with the coach, who stated that as long as they won, nothing else mattered. you disagreed. akira usually spoke with kindaichi about how tired they were of keeping up with "the king in the court", how they called kageyama, sicked by his selfish way of playing. they weren't wrong, kageyama lived up to his reputation, but nobody tried to help him either.

"he's fourteen! he needs help and you should give it to him! stop being a lousy coach and do something! you were there for oikawa senpai, be there for kageyama!" the coach was fond of you, but he was done with your constant yelling and reprimanding.

"if you don't like how i do things, you're welcome to leave" and you did. you left the team you loved as a family, shoving the feeling of impotence down your throat.

that was nothing compared to your fight with your brother hours after coach gave them the news, one of the few times he actually worried and got involved in your doings.

"the only way for you to go to aoba jōsai is through a scholarship! a scholarship which coach decides who recommend or not!" your house was filled with screams, an unusual situation in the kunimi household.

"i can't stand by when you're basically bullying kageyama and coach lets you!"

"stop being dumb and don't risk your future because of that jerk!"

"you're more of a jerk than he is, akira!"

it ended with you ignoring your brother for almost a week, and he doing the same. if there was one thing he was, besides lazy, was prideful. and you weren't behind in that topic.

kageyama, who had a habit of watching you through the day, could see that too. it was none of his business, he knew that, but you seemed so upset...

"hey, uh, kunimi-chan" he sat beside you during lunch break, he was aware that you had lunch in the yard and not in the cafeteria, looking for a quieter place.

"call me y/n, please" despite being angry at the world, you did your best to treat him nicely. he needed someone nice in his life.

"y/n" he muttered, more to himself than to you "i'm, i noticed that... you're upset, i wanted to make sure you are okay" he was so innocently sweet, you thought, you couldn't escape a smile.

"it's been a rough week" you answered, not wanting to say why you fought coach and akira.

"i know a thing or two about rough weeks" so it did bother him what his teammates were doing. a small feeling of relief went through your body, you weren't fighting a lost cause. both stayed silence for a few minutes, before you spoke.

"i'm sorry" he looked at you, confused "for akira and kindaichi". out of nowhere, he laughed, and your heart skipped a beat.

"you don't have to apologize for what your brother does, it's not your fault he's not good enough to keep up with me". there it was, the usual kageyama. despite of the sour flavor of hearing someone talk down on your idiot brother, you giggled, his honesty was quite entertaining.

"i meant... nothing, it's fine" that was the longest conversation kageyama had had with anyone outside of the court in a long time "i have to go" it was true, you were meeting a teacher for extra credit, he looked at you walking away, and blushed when you turned around catching him. "thanks for caring" and with that, you left.

he didn't know what it meant the marathon his heart was running, or his sweaty hands, or that smile glued on his face. he hoped it was something good.

*.✧☆ﾟ.*･｡✧*⊰⊹ฺ

the third years were finally graduating, yūtarō couldn't shut up about it. akira was kind enough, a rare act on your brother, to let him talk all he wanted. last day of school, but kageyama was nowhere around, making hard your wish to congratulate him. looking through the hallways on every floor, you heard a conversation between two girls.

"what is the volleyball team going to do without their stars now?" one teased.

"don't be silly, after their last game, i doubt they can play together anymore" you knew they lost their last game, but akira said it was nothing. curiosity burning in your lungs, you had to ask the girls what they were talking about. "the spikers left the setter by himself, the wouldn't hit any ball, like, on purpose".

oh you were going to kill akira, he had gone to far. but most importantly, you had to find kageyama. thirty minutes later, you found him sitting in a stair just as the last bell rang. he was officially a high schooler now. to see him, sitting alone, hoping anybody would find him, broke your heart into tiny pieces.

"congratulations, kageyama senpai" you spoke taking a place by his side. he wasn't his usual self with you.

"you don't have to" he was sulking hard.

"but i want to" his eyes opened wide when your two arms wrapped his shoulders into a warm hug. no one outside his family ever hug him. he stayed there, enjoying the closeness while trying to avoid the fact that a girl, no, you were hugging him. "what highschool are you going?" kageyama's hope went too far up, hoping to see you at his new highschool someday.

"karasuno".

"i guess i'll see you there, then".

⌙𝟐𝟎𝟎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 🥳

[i-write-sometimes-blog]

Love lockdown (Rey x Reader High School AU)

Request: Could you do one where the reader and Rey are in high school and is Poe or Kylo/Bens younger sister and is dating Rey secretly and the readers brother catches them together on their anniversary and totally supports it, putting the readers nerves about being outed to rest :) sorry for the long request I hope it makes sense :)))

Words: 1,935 (finally something longer)

A/N: I had so much fun writing this request, I love the high School AU and will definitely write more about it. And also, hope you enjoy this I put my heart on it. Let me know what you think!

(The pic is not mine, found it on google)

Six months. Six amazing months, the sweetest and most exiting you have ever experienced and everything thanks to her, the brunette that came from a land far away, with bright eyes and the kindest soul, the one who was always trying to help everybody and sometimes forgot herself.

Rey of Jakku, though she prefered to be called just Rey. She stole your heart since the first day she walked into the classroom, you were amazed by her beauty at first but as the class went on she surprised you with her knowledge.

She shared the same classes with you and slowly you got closer to her, nervous at first you helped her find the correct class guiding her for the busy halls and invited her join you and your group of friends Poe, Finn and Rose at lunch. Every moment you passed with her felt different and completely new, maybe it was because she came from a whole different place or maybe it was just her but it made your heart beat faster.

She was a strong woman with enough courage to stood against the school bullies, furious, always causing trouble and pushing down as much people as they could, the terror of S.W.High School known as 'The First Order' Hux, Phasma and their leader Kylo Ren.

One day Kylo pushed a boy in the hallway but nobody said nothing, it was already a common thing but Rey didn't stood quiet, she answered and even punched Kylo. Since that day they became kind of enemies, that same day she also asked you out.

It was so sudden, hiding behind the steps of the football stadium, she confessed her feelings for you making you the happiest person and so you did to her. It was all so sweet but there was something you let her know that day, a secret a few knew. Kylo's real name.

"Solo?" She asked perplex "But that would make him…"

"My brother" you cut her.

"So I just kicked your brother in the face?" She asked still processing.

"He deserves It" you calm her and you took her hands giving them a little squeeze, preparing yourself to ask a very difficult question. "Rey, now that we're a thing, and I'm beyond happy for thar, I need to ask you a favor" she took one of your hands and took it to her lips leaving a warm kiss on it.

"Anything for you, Y/N" she told you. A sigh left your lips.

"I need you to keep this a secret"

"What? Why?" She asked confused.

"I'm not exactly out" you explained her "And I don't know what could happen if Ben finds out, things are already complicated in home." You looked at the ground for moment and then back at her delicate face. "I know is too much to ask, believe me this is the very last thing I want, I'd like to walk holding your hand through the halls but " you stopped for a second "I just can't"

There was a moment of silence and then she cupped your face and made you look at her softly.

"I understand" she muttered "We're on this together and I really like you, Y/N. I'll do anything, absolutely anything for you" Rey told you and you felt the tears beginning to form in the corner of your eyes, what have you done to deserve a girl like Rey?

Since that day that became one of your hiding spots where you could go and be yourself, hold her as much as you wanted, kiss her. You sat together in every single class, secretly holding hands beneath the table, you two found small and sweet ways to be together and express your feelings without anyone noticed. Kylo was sometimes a problem, always getting you away from Rey but everytime you and her found the solution. All seemed to be alright, more than that, Rey made you feel like the luckiest girl in the whole galaxy.

And that was the thing, after six months the only thing you wanted was to scream how much you loved her, you wanted to scream it from the top of your lungs, hold her in your arms in front of everyone without having to worry, you wanted to call her yours so much but you were terrified.

The anniversary number six has finally arrived and Rey asked you to meet you after class in your favorite spot where everything had started.

"Why do I have to wait?" Said Kylo annoyed sitting at the wheel of the dark car.

"There's a project we need to talk about" you tried to explain but he seemed uninterested. "Just wait for me, Ben" you snapped as you opened the door. You two always got back home together as much as he hated it your mother asked him to and he couldn't say no.

"Twenty minutes" he told you "or I'll leave you here and you'll walk home and I won't explain Han why I left you" he growled

"You don't even talk to dad anymore"

"I don't care. Hurry. " He told you and held his phone careless.

Accelerating your steps you rushed toward the football stadium, the rhythm of your heart racing faster as you saw her waiting for you sitting in the grass, oh she loved the grass so much and you loved how much it fascinated her. She raised her head when she heard your steps, putting herself on feet. She held you in her arms as soon as you arrived burying her face in the curve of your neck leaving some small kisses on your skins. You guided her lips up your skin until you finally touched her lips with yours, both desperate to felt each others close.

“Happy anniversary!” she told you catching her breath.

“Happy six months together” you replied.

“I wish we could do something to celebrate” she told you “We could go dinner, wherever you want, just name it”

“I wish we could” you told her. “Mom wants me to help her today, I’m so sorry, babe”

“Hey, you’re here, aren’t you?” she stroked your cheek “That’s more than enough, I love you more than anything, Y/N” a smile crossed your face.

“And so do I, Rey” you kissed her cheek. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise”

“You don’t have to” she wrapped her hands around your waist and you placed yours over her shoulders smiling. “Unless” she raised her eyebrow.

“Unless?” you smirked as she bit her lips before leaning to put you in a new kiss, a passionate and heated kiss yet sweet and soft.

“The heck is going on?” you heard a familiar voice that obligated you to break the kiss, turning around you found your brother confused face looking at you. It was over. Covering your completely red face with your hands you tried to explain.

“Ben, we just-” you started "Wait were you spying me?"

"No!" He growled "This is where I smoke, thought you were going to the library" he said frowning "Now can you explain what the fuck I just saw?" He growled.

"Ben, I… Rey and me" you started the panic consuming you as you thought on what was next, probably he would go wild or even would never talk to you again, you feared that most than ever.

“We’re together” Rey got in the way between you and your brother. Your mind raced with a thousand thoughts, he was mad with you, he hated Rey just so much"You like it or not." She continued "Your sister is the most amazing girl I know” she looked back at you.”I love her with all my heart." You hugged Rey. "Now, don't be an ass or I'm going to kick you again" he looked from Rey to you, focusing on your already red face-

"Y/N, come here" he said dead serious and you did as he said moving by fear.

Shaking you stared at your brother, his face tensed, you were sure he was mad and thought your relationship with Rey was over. But then his face changed, relaxing until his lips curved into a smile, one you haven't seen in a long time, the one that made him look like your father, Ben's smile.

Then he hugged you, he hadn't hug you in years and now he did which let you confused, a shiver ran down your spine and a single tear ran down your face.

"Oh, I knew it!" He said holding you in his embrace.

"How did you… "

"Y/N, I'm your brother, don't you think I notice how you blush every time I see you with Rey?" he laughed authenticity.

You glanced at him, his face relaxed, you thought he would be mad but instead he seemed to support it, to be like he was in the past treating you like a real brother and not just someone you lived with.

“Are you okay with this?” Rey asked behind you. Ben let go of you but kept a hand in your shoulder and then he turn his attention to Rey.

“Why wouldn't I?” he said.

“Because you’re the bad big wolf, you’re always terrefing someone, I’ve never seen you doing something nice for anyone, not even your for sister” Rey told him in an angry tone. Ben rolled his eyes.

“Okay, I’m not the best person, but I love my sister, even though I don’t show it” he said. “And let’s be honest you girls are the worst liars in the world” he said. Rey and you stood quiet for a moment.

“Now, even though I hate you” Ben told Rey “You make Y/N happy, I’ve seen it, everytime you’re around she smiles like an idiot” you punched him in the arm playfully.

You stood there, thinking in how lucky you were to have a brother like him, no matter how much you could fight he was still there for you, supporting you in every decision you took.

“But if you fuck things up, I swear I’m going to destroy you, Rey” Your brother said in a more Kylo style. “I’ll wait in the car, Y/N” he winked at you and the he left. Rey got closer to you and wrapped her arms around you.

“I guess is not longer a secret” she murmured. “How are you feeling, love?” you thought the question for a second.

“I’m processing, but I guess I’m fine. I mean, I feel… relieved” you told her. She smiled at you.

“We’ll be fine” Rey held you closer to her as she played with your hair. And then you realized you were free, free to be with her, free to hold her everywhere, to kiss her, to simply love her. If the person you were most scared accepted you the way you were then the rest would have to as well, and eve if they didn’t, it didn’t matter to you anymore. The thought of it made you cry happy tears filled with hope, relieve and love.

“Ready?” Rey said a few days after, the two of you waiting outside the main enter of the school. You took her hand and leaned to kiss her cheek.

“More than ever” you started walking inside the halls, holding her hand secure on yours you made your way to your classroom. Some people looked at you in the way and smiled, others whispered but you didn’t care anymore, you had Rey and you were finally able to be with her everywhere and it felt amazing.

[lost-in-your-own-thoughts]

Girl of Glass

In a world where the people would be made of sticks and stones armed with steely knives and words that slither and stay,

She was made only of glass, covered in a thin layer of paper and tape.

See it held her together in a world where sticks and stones broke your souls, and our mouths were caverns that should have never been explored, but out to be silent in the black mist as they set fire and burn to ash our little paper walls, oh we could wish that our bodies were far humbler Halls, and instead of trauma and despair held love and a body still left untouched and not scared.

Because those steely knives, those rods of steel, they stay and play at night, where nobody will hear the tears. Because they pray and bite at your mind until you become numb or shattered and nothing but the hollow shell of someone who you used to know. Unknown to be true, can't seem to believe that the words "I love you" can be true.

Say "I'm fine" and laugh, but really your cracked, "I'm tired" and smile, though the real one hasn't shown in awhile.

In the end she was nothing but a frame to be used by paper mache, and a vase that knew way too much for her age.

And change and change and change she did, because no matter how she looked or acted or how things changed, she was so young, so her mind thinks that its the calm before the wave. Cuz if she got a little too happy the things that once held her fragile hands would be the same to scrape and scratch at her newly polished glass, and quiet she was, but her mind was too loud, filled with the blood they made her bleed out.

Because she was betrayed at a young age, thrown in the battlefield before she made it to the first grade, learned how to survive in a world where you need to know if someone was bullshitting you because that could be your life or your reputation.

Learned that sometimes men are immature, and women are not always to be trusted, that family can even lie and betray, oh the child's mind should have been left alone, didn't you know,

Children are supposed to believe in fairy tales...

Went back and forth from a home to a pit of nothing but agony and dispair, the homes were different, not just in acts but looks I swear any sane person would have seen right through it in a minute.

From a home where responsibility was key and the house was clean and mom had you surrounded by who you considered your real family and fun, to a house held by a father who didn't work nor pay bills, dove into alcohol and drugs, and lived in a pit of filth with his mother and father who seemed to condone it still.

A man who slept in nothing but boxers with his children, they were old enough to bathe on their own but father's mother couldn't get the picture. He seemed to not care about his daughter and more about his son, then contradict it all by calling him a after teaching him it was ok and fun.

We were only kids, but mistreated by him, so much so we don't remember most of the things he did.

It's been 6 years now, since they've last seen him. But still his picture would be a horrific thing to the victim.

From young the girl made of glass learned to thicken her core, she didn't want to feel like that anymore.

But the girl made of glass went through more than just that,

Their was a house fire that had her move far, to a place unknown,

Leave the ones she called friends and say goodbye, she moved to a new neighborhood and looked out the window as they arrived.

That was her second year of second grade.

The girl made of glass, found new friends in the third grade, though when things got ugly, they proved they weren't real anyway.

"your a girl you can't do that" staff told her when she wanted to play sports, not like she cared, she did way she wanted to, to stay happy and sane since she was still dealing with back and forth shit, and her father had a dog he beat with his cane.

Fourth grade was hard as she lost most of her friends, started pulling her hair out another coping mechanism, because distract and distract her mind she did, ignoring all her pain till she couldn't feel it. Was the last year she saw or heard from her father, that was good news at last.

Fifth grade came by, all the kids hated her, teachers too, but let's not go there. It's when she started to isolate and keep to herself, but boys loved her misery and dragged her into the boys bathroom, crying she was no longer unscratched glass on a shelf.

The first guy she liked played with her emotions to get what he wanted, said if she didn't touch him or let him touch her he'd leave her, truth be told he was the only actual white boy she knew, said he was from Texas had and older brother and a younger sister she adored, made quite the impression, though their relationship never went far. It was on and off and he even cheated on her with a guy, same one tried to screw her on the bus during senior trip, but lol she wasn't having it.

They called her "white chocolate" at school because for her ethnicity she was pale as paper with chocolate hair and eyes, She didn't know much but apparently you're not Hispanic if you can't speak Spanish.

The kids in the middle and high school that were also in the building tended to look over the stalls in the restroom and make fun of her, and the girl with glass afraid to use public restrooms after that.

The girl made of glass had long chocolate hair, that was until the fights were no longer fair. It was groups of girls that jumped her, and not only the girls, but then she cut her long hair short so she wouldn't be thrown against a brick wall again like a raggedy Ann. The fights still persisted, and she was the only one not winning and getting into trouble at the school.

She cried and cried and cried so many tears. "You only have to push it out for the rest of this year. Then it'll be a new school new you."

She held on to that till she made it out of 5th grade, little did she know 6th grade was almost close to the same.

But the boys were more "respectful" she could say, they all hated her and called her ugly and one beat her with a bat. But those hands she had were for healing and not for beating people so she couldn't even fight back.

Too many kids from elementary school were there, I guess you can say at least the kids kept it verbal for the most part. She told the staff but nothing was done, treated like a desease and they made fun of her and called her things like "ebola" or skinny freak" that's how she met her group of friends, who stood up for each other, I guess.

By 7th grade the whole ebola thing was off but she could still sense that nobody wanted anything to do with her so she kept to herself. She made herself busy, to forget her pain, she was in a band where she put her emotions and pain into the music, because it was her blood.

We aren't even going to talk about her relationships in this year. But there was I believe, one.

He was good for the most part but because of her past after she collapsed in the middle of the street he didn't help her and stood with his friends and laughed, she didn't want it anymore because the one to help her was her best friend.

Year 8. The year of the seniors. Let's just say it got so bad, police were involved, she dated her best friend but he broke her heart, dated someone else who she in turn broke their heart, and then dated another who left her for a friend. Though it's not like she blames them. She was starting to hate herself more in the end. She's stopped too many suicide attempts and was bullied on end, the school had to change her class and thing finally started to smooth out but she felt like the only one in a crowded room. She was loved by the teachers and the friends that stayed, but she was lost for her own self love.

She avoided going to the nurse because grades were everything. "Your worth nothing if you don't have anything to prove your worth" her mind taunted.

She was sent to guidence, but they are idiots because it's not like they could really help anything. she was way too good a faking till her mask came off at night.

Then one fateful evening, her father messages her and she feels like the breath was stolen from her lungs as flashes of periods she can't even remember went through her mind and she had to excuse herself to calm down and once she did she blocked him.

9th grade. She had only dated Hispanics up until this point minuses the non-binary pal she was with for a short period of time.

She makes new friends but is careful. Her mind doesn't believe that anything stays good for long.

She dated this boy who was a actor and dark skinned, like sweet caramel mixed with chocolate with light blue curly hair. He was a weeb, charming, nice. Though, he kind of smelled like blood and was just as cracked as her, if not more.

They said "I love you" but his was a lie. She was not only second girl but he also cheated on her and the first girl with a guy. And he bragged to her friends about the girls he saw when he was admitted to a mental hospital. When she gave up her time to visit him and show dedication but it just seemed like it didn't matter. Because he broke her heart the second time. He was her second time saying the words "I love you" and she ment it, the first was the best friend that she dated that she no longer spoke to.

It didn't matter she blamed herself for trusting him.

She then she met a new guy a couple months later. They couldn't see each other in person and the cronavirus pandemic happened so it's not like that made it any easier so they were on FaceTime a lot. He makes this girl of glass feel like her cracks and everything about her is good. He makes her feel normal, is patient and sweet. He's funny and smart. And looks at both sides of the story before jumping to any conclusions. And he was a healthy mix of immature and mature that made her smile and laugh and also taught her things.

So maybe, in a world where she was a girl made of glass, she was unique and she couldn't see it yet.

(the video isn't mine)

[noficciondelacreole]

THE SADDEST MEMORY OF MY LIFE THAT CHANGED MY FUTURE

WRITTEN BY SHANE RODRIGUEZ

"Negra", "itom", "May ga lutaw nga bayo", those words are simple, but it strikes me so hard. I was in grade 7 at the time, and imagine, at a very young age, receiving those hurtful words from your classmates. Well, that sucks. Everyday, I'm questioning myself why I have this kind of skin color. Why are there people who can't appreciate my color? And why do they need to bully me for having such a color?

Sometimes I'll just sit in the corner of our room and wonder, "What if my color is the same as theirs?" Are they going to treat me well and be friends with me? Because I couldn't stand their behavior, they embarrassed me in front of my schoolmates and laughed their asses out like there was no tomorrow. At that time, I'll just keep my mouth shut as if nothing is wrong, but the truth is those painful words are squeezing my heart, and I sometimes need to find fresh air to breathe and a peaceful place to cry.

I always kept silent and continued my day because I didn't want to fight back because I knew that it would just cause a lot of trouble, especially since my father is so protective of me. I didn't want to add more fuel to the fire, so I just composted myself because I thought that they would stop if I did not defend myself from them. Days and months passed, but their treatment of me did not change; instead, it became more intense day by day.

One day, I asked my classmate (one of my bullies) to get me "walis tambo" and he just laughed and started to say "nyeee may ga lutaw nga uniform, hala ngaa ga lakat ning uniform" and laughed so loudly that even some of my classmates laughed hard with him. That time, I couldn't control my emotions anymore and I burst out because I was so tired of their toxicity. I'm tired of hiding my emotions, I'm tired of pretending that it's okay to be bullied, and I'm already done with being kind. I ran out to my brother's classroom and I told him what happened. And he, as a brother, confronted that bully, and it caused a lot of trouble because some of his classmates, whom I also considered as brothers, almost punched my classmate if there was no teacher that time.

That incident, which already reached the principal with our parents, was the beginning of my peaceful high school life. My classmate (the bully) transferred to another school, but before he transferred, he apologized to me and said that he didn't mean to hurt me or cause any trouble. I have a soft heart, so I forgive him even though he left a scar on me. I know that what he did will remain in my soul forever because that is also the reason that I started to hate myself and be ashamed of my own color.

I'm so insecure about my own skin color that I feel after hearing those words coming from the bullies. It's also become so difficult for me to go out of my safe place because I'm afraid that there are a lot of people like them out there. It traumatized me a little, but I still managed to stand up again, with more confidence this time. That memory will linger in my brain, but I will try to move forward and continue to strive hard. That also became one of my reasons for being successful.

Bad memories are not literally bad because somehow they shaped me to be a fine lady. It helps me to understand my worth and it molds my mind to become more mature. Also, it helps me understand someone's feelings and situation.

[tomans-darlings-au]

I am so so so glad you're not there any more. I hope things are much better now and that you're happier and gods that's horrible. You're a sweet person and I can't believe you went through... I hope life for you is sweet and kind, that you know only happiness, and the worst sorrow you come across is just a fleeting moment and just, I never want you in a position where someone could hurt you like that again.

Oh i’ve been in abusive situations my entire life, like a majority of the authority figures in my life abused their power over me and has either physically or mentally manipulated me to their wills so at this point I was sorta used to it.

Warning: Long Horrid Filled Rant Of Abuse

(If you don’t want to read I’ll leave it at this anon, i’m okay cause of some serious repression of emotions and such. Just kinda smiling through hell.)

I mean I can exactly list the people in my life who did so out of fear that they’ll be nosey asses like they usually are and use my words to create drama again but it’s there and I remember it.

ALL. OF. IT.

FOREVER!

But I mean outside of being afraid of belts because my ex step-father beat the shit out of me a lot as a kid and being afraid of my grandma dying because my dad threatened (non-specifically) to and I quote: 

“Take care of business with people who crossed him.” after she’s gone.

(Let’s face it he might as well have said “I’m going to attempt to kill everyone who pissed me off in life.” Which unfortunately probably now includes me and probably my little sisters mother and maybe my own and maybe his own brother.)

I’m okay aside from that.

And by that I mean I’m moderately sane because I live with my boyfriend who takes care of me and doesn’t abuse in any way. (Seriously this boy genuinely cares for my well-being and honestly sometimes it gets to the point where i’m like “Why the fuck haven’t you broken up with me and kicked me out? Are you like mentally okay?”)

I have nice friends both online and offline so that makes me feel better and coming to terms with some of my abuse has helped me. Honestly aside from sometimes seeing or hearing triggers I don’t really think of my dad to much anymore. I’m more upset about other abuse from family members that took me awhile to accept.

Like I knew my dad was abusive but my boyfriend literally had to tell me that some of my other abuse was not normal especially via my siblings and step-dad.

Like if you think my dad is bad. You’re right he’s an absolute monster and even though he choked me a lot he never left evidence of his abuse really. A lot of his abuse was psychological breaking, manipulation, and fear tactics.

Wanna know what does leave marks?

My ex-stepfather who used to beat the crap out of me and my brother.

And also my brother who learned to physically abuse me too.

My step-dad used the belt and other cruel punishments to get me to conform.

Punishments Endured As A Child (And I’m Talking Young Like Until I Was In The 5th Grade When He Finally Left):

The Belt - Probably sounds ordinary right? Nope, let me tell you the procedure he insisted on. First he would get his belt, next I was instructed to strip my clothes off until I was in my underwear (Which was the only thing I was allowed to keep on.) After that I would be on my knees in a praying position holding onto either a bed or chair and then he would hit me, if I made too much noise he’d continue and tell me to be quiet because if he got in trouble he would hit me more. If I moved he force me down and hit me more too, it was usually the quickest punishment only lasting… Actually idk I was usually in too much pain to figure it out. My legs, butt, and back were usually left with dark bruises for a long time and along with the whipping I was usually grounded too.

The Book/The Corner - I hated these because it gave even more control to my step-father. This punishment had me on my knees back completely straight in the middle of the room (So I wouldn’t lean on anything and cheat) or had me standing in the corner of the room facing the wall back straight and head straight. (Being completely silent in both punishments.) while it seems relatively less painful these were the most torturess considering my step-dad had the habit of making me do this “Until he said so” instead of for a certain amount of time. I would literally be there for hours and if I leaned or made a sound I had more time. I would only be allowed to get up or leave if I had to use the bathroom and if I took too long I had more time on my punishment.

Solitary Confinement - Pretty much what it sounds like in my room (Or bed because when we lived in the shelters it was just one big room) no entertainment, no talking, no toys, no noise just sitting there. I was let out for food but I wasn’t allowed to talk to anyone at the table and only looked at my plate of food, after dinner confinement continued. These were generally the longest punishments.

Cocotaso - (I’d like to start by reminding everyone I’m a hispanic boy that grew up in poverty. If I get called white because i’m pale one more time i’m gonna fucking scream). This was just getting it in the head with someone’s knuckles really hard. Pretty much everyone did this to me, especially my brother and step-father. Often times they’d do it hard enough to leave lumps on my head, my step-father did it all the time and the worst is that because of my ADHD I also ended up with Insomnia (Especially after going through the hectic shelter system). My step-father did not believe in mental illnesses and saw my being awake as disobedience, this would often result in a cocotaso and being told to go to sleep before I would face a whipping.

There’s also the time my brother and I fist fought and he literally punched me. The time he held onto my book bag loop and led me around like I was a dog on a leash and practically pushed me into the sidewalk. Oh and the time he called me a slut in front of his friends (I was in like 6th grade). The time he dragged me to his girlfriend’s house while I was sick with a fever, starved me for hours, yelled at me because his girlfriend felt bad for me, and said I wasn’t original/unique/or special in any kind of way, that there was a million people like me and i’m just a really stupid obnoxious kid who got bullied because I deserved it (The last one was when i was in high school and having problems with bullied who stole my things and harassed me constantly.) He’s done other stuff i’m not willing to talk about right now.

The time my sister literally sat on me. She had the habit of pushing me and beating me up a lot and called it playing around.

The time my paternal grandmother called me a demon and said I was going to hell because I said I didn’t want my little sister playing with my old stuffed animals that was literally from a friend of mine that died. (She gave it to my sister even though I had it put away in the top shelf of my closet and when i pulled it away from my sister and she started crying my grandma yelled at me).

There’s the time my step-mother called me a lesbian because of the way I dressed and when I came out as trans she said I was confused and my little sister said she didn’t want another brother (She has 2 other half brothers) she wants a sister and said that if I wasn’t her sister then she would only have 2 brothers and no more. Although I guess that’s not really abuse just soul crushing.

I have other stuff that I can tell about members of my “family” but i’m pretty sure this is enough for some of them to come start drama with me, so I won’t inform you of my other struggles.

I’ll leave with this I remember only traumatizing horrible stuff from my childhood, the few good times are blocked because of all the horrible things. I also have some very unclear blurry memories from things that i’m honestly afraid to try and remember because i’m sure it’s bad too.

I’ve had a long abusive life before moving, this is just the beginning of stuff. If I honestly listed everything i’ve endured you’d be even more horrified Anon. My past is cruel and painful and honestly typing this has me struggling not to cry so excuse my grammatical errors and whatever.

Yeah.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

so I have an ask, babybones walk in on their guardian watching a horror movie on a jumpscare. How would they react?

Tiny Undertale Sans - He freezes in fear instantly, in shock, then bursts in tears quite immediately. He was not ready for this. Sans is spooked easily because of loud noises and this lady screaming kinda traumatised him. You're lucky he's a skeleton because he would have definitively poop himself.

Tiny Undertale Papyrus - ... "Why the mister has no head anymore? Is he ok?" His voice is shaking. He really doesn't like that. He's brave though and will quickly change the subject. However, he will wake up several times tonight screaming.

Tiny Underswap Sans - He's not scared. He's actually fascinated by that headless guy. Later tonight, you heard Honey screams in pure terror because his brother manages to disguise as Sleepy Hollow and Honey thought he really had no more head. Blue thinks it's hilarious. You just created a sadic monster.

Tiny Underswap Papyrus - He screams, then bolts under the couch. You can only see his butt and legs shaling uncontrollably as he's trying to disappear. Honey is not really taking this well. It will take weeks to explain him what a horror movie is and that it's harmless. He doesn't care, he hates this so much.

Tiny Underfell Sans - Just like his bigger self, Tiny Red is badly traumatised because of loud noises and has PTSD. He immediately sprints for the door in panic and run straight to escape the danger as fast as he can. You caught him just in time before he reaches the road. Red is screaming and struggling in your arms, biting your hands, and it will take several minutes to calm him down. Never do this again.

Tiny Underfell Papyrus - He jumps a little, but doesn't care much. He didn't came for this and his brain can do only one task at the time, luckily for you. He just asks what he was supposed to ask and goes back to his room.

Tiny Horrortale Sans - He feels attacked and attacks the TV right away. RIP television, scribbled with tiny white sharp bones. You can't be mad at him, the TV started first !

Tiny Horrortale Papyrus - *HISS* He jumps like a cat facing a cucumber and glitches so high he crosses the ceiling to goes back to his room. Fuck this. He's not dealing with that tonight. If he can't see the horrible headless woman, then she doesn't exist.

Tiny Swapfell Sans - He gasps. But not in fear. He is fascinated by what he is watching. Look at all this blood. And tripes. And limbs. The next day, you got a call from the school because Nox tried to gut one of the class' bully and now everyone is scared of him. You need to talk about that.

Tiny Swapfell Papyrus - "It's funny, that guy looks like the one that gave me candy at school in his trunk." It's not funny. The guy is Jason from Friday the 13th. You makes him seat to ask for more informations about what he just said.

Tiny Outertale Sans - He fled on the ceiling and now he is stuck, holding to the lamp and begging for help. You're jumping stupidly to try and reach him, but you're too small. Welp. That's going to be an akward thing to explain to the firefighters...

Tiny Outertale Papyrus - Bob, his imaginary scary clown friend and Tiny Sun are having a deep conversation about this. You're watching in shock as Sun is arguing alone while you're watching a movie about devil possession. Not creepy at all.

Tiny Horrorfell Sans - One second he's on the ground, the second he is in your arms, holding on to you like a desperate koala, shaking. Congratulations, he's sleeping in your bed tonight because there's no way he's sleeping alone after this.

Tiny Horrorfell Papyrus - He feels trapped in his wheelchair and throws bones everywhere in self defense. Now your living room is redecorated with red sharp bones everywhere. Woops.