#shaking crying as I try to hit post on this screaming at myself 'I will unlearn shame' over and over

[spicy-rainbow-pizza]

is something on your mind levi........anything you wanna tell me............

[jiyeonnnn]

SEX & MANIPULATION, LEE JENO.

001. pairing. lee jeno x male reader

002. genre. smut.

003. warnings. manipulative ex-boyfriend jeno, possessiveness, there's no plot at all 💀, rough jeno, dirty talk, degradation

004. man im bored. just finished writing a dojaejung smut lol, 'm just gonna edit and post whenever i can. lovelots. also, work of fiction :: reblogs and interactions are very much appreciated

thinking hardly about jeno, your ex-boyfriend, who is still in love with you but is possessive of you, and he refuses to acknowledge it. he's toxic, controlling, manipulative, and gaslights you nonstop.

he just won't let you go out alone, and he controls your wardrobe and choice of clothes. he manipulates you into having sex with him when he gets jealous, reminding you that your body only belongs to him.

one day, you have an argument with jeno that left you both screaming at each other. you're tired of his toxicity, and it's making you confused about whether he loves you or not, but the fight only got nasty, and you end up slapping him. he slaps you back before grabbing you by the hair and forcefully making out with you.

he's going to have you crying on his cock, and you better take it seriously - whimpering, squealing, shaking, he's going to make you a fucking mess. and from that point on, you're moving in with him because he's never going to let you go again.

"you're such a fucking brat," jeno growls, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him. "do you know how many times i've had to hold myself back from tearing your clothes off in public? how many times i've had to listen to other guys talk about wanting to fuck you?"

you try to pull away, but jeno's grip is too strong. "let go of me!" you scream, struggling against him.

"not until you fucking apologize," he snarls, his lips brushing against yours. "not until you admit that you're mine and that nobody else is allowed to touch you."

"i'm not yours," you hiss, trying to push him away. "i belong to myself."

jeno's eyes darken, and he grabs your hair, pulling your head back. "you belong to me," he growls, his lips crashing down on yours. his tongue forces its way into your mouth, and you moan despite yourself, your cock growing hard in your pants.

"fuck," jeno mutters, feeling your erection. "you like this, don't you? you like being dominated like the filthy whore you are."

"no," you gasp, but jeno doesn't believe you. he pushes you onto the bed and rips your clothes off, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness.

"you're going to be mine," he whispers, his fingers playing with your cock. "nobody else is going to touch you, do you understand me?" you nod, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal. jeno's possessiveness is both frightening and intoxicating, and you can't resist him any longer.

he pushes his cock into you, and you cry out in pleasure and pain. jeno fucks you hard, his hands gripping your hips as he pounds into you relentlessly. you're whimpering and shaking, your cock pulsing in time with his thrusts.

"you're mine," jeno growls, his eyes locked onto yours. "you belong to me, and nobody else." you nod, unable to resist his possessiveness any longer. you're his, and you know it. from that point on, you're moving in with him, and you're never going to leave his side again.

jeno continues to pound into you relentlessly, his hips slamming against yours with a force that leaves you breathless. you wrap your legs around his waist, holding onto him for dear life as he takes you to new heights of pleasure.

"who do you belong to?" jeno growls, his grip on your hips tightening. "tell me, baby. tell me who owns this tight little hole."

"you do, daddy," you moan, feeling the heat building inside you. "i belong to you."

"that's it," jeno hisses, his pace quickening. "you're mine. my little slut. my dirty little secret."

you cry out as he hits that sweet spot deep inside you, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. jeno grunts, his own release imminent as he continues to thrust into you with abandon.

finally, he slams into you one last time, filling you up with his hot cum. you scream his name, your own orgasm washing over you in a wave of ecstasy.

jeno collapses on top of you, both of you panting and sweating from the intensity of your lovemaking. "that's right, baby," he whispers in your ear. "you're mine. and i'm never letting you go."

[rowan-mellark]

Everlark After series ✿ ִֶָ ꒰ .⚘.꒱ 🏹

18+ MDNI !!Unestablished relationship, trauma, nightmares

y’all I have no idea what I’m doing please leave suggestions/ criticism in comments

Pairing: Katniss Everdeen x Peeta Mellark

Word count: 635

Summary: Katniss and Peeta have been in District twelve for a few weeks now, they deliver food, have dinners, and overall just try and recover from the things they experienced in the arena. In this chapter Katniss has a nightmare

Authors note: This is my first fic, if anyone has criticism please leave a comment l need it. This fix is one of my first fics on here and I’m super duper excited (and a little nervous) to finally be able to post the first chapter ! I tried my best to get their personalities and habits on par with the movies and books but my English is sort of bad sometimes so please excuse me lol, this is also a shorter chapter cus idk if this will be viewed <3

chapter two <3

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District twelve is quiet, not the sort of soothing and calm quiet when I hunt. The sad, lonely quiet during a burial, during visiting hours in the hospital. It was quiet like the night Peeta was rescued from the training center. I think about that night often, in fact, recently the nightmares from the arena have been replaced by the memories of the interviews when I was in District Thirteen. His malnourished body, his shaky voice, and the impact of the blow when Peeta hit the floor that was inseparable from his howls of pain. The image of his blood splattering over the camera’s lenses and white tiled floor. They drew scream after scream out of him until he was half dead.

It takes me about two minutes to pry myself out of this dream. Usually, when I have dreams like this I count, I count to distract myself. When the nightmares happen they feel real, I can feel myself move, hear myself speak, they’re so lucid, but I can’t wake up. This time I do, I wake up screaming for Peeta. My eyes snap open and I thrash my arms around, trying to fight off the imaginary peacekeepers trying to take me away.

“Katniss!”

Peeta’s voice cuts through my screams, he reaches out to grip my shoulders.

“Katniss, you’re dreaming! It’s okay, you’re okay, I’m here!” He reassures me, holding me in place tightly. I look up at him feeling my body tremble in his arms uncontrollably, a wave of relief and helplessness washing over me.

My eyes focus on him in the darkness, taking in his disheveled appearance. His hair was messy, his eyes were half-lidded and tired, and he looked overall just exhausted. Tears begin to form in the corners of my eyes, I can feel my lip quivering. Peeta’s expression shifts from worry to panic as I start to cry.

“Hey.. hey no—it’s okay I’m here.” He whispered, pulling me gently against his chest while rubbing my back.

“I’m sorry I woke you” I mumble, trying to compose myself.

He shakes his head against my shoulder, putting his hand on the back of my neck.

“You would’ve done the same for me, I get it, don’t worry.”

There’s a short pause after he says that, and then he gently pulls away from me to look at my face. He reaches up and brushes a stray tear off the corner of my eye, giving me a sleepy smile.

“Wanna talk about it?”

I shake my head quickly, suddenly feeling exhausted but not wanting to sleep, he nods in understanding, laying back down on the pillow. He opens his arms invitingly to me wanting, but not forcing me to lay down with him. I lower myself onto his chest, letting all my weight rest on him. I hope he doesn’t mind.

Peeta wraps his arm protectively around me, running his hands gently through my hair. His fingers de-tangle the strands slowly as if they might rip at the slightest tug.

“Sleep, I’m here. I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I let out a long sigh, clutching the soft fabric of his shirt between my fingers as I contemplated whether to go to sleep or not. On the one hand, I have to hunt, and make deliveries and I don’t want to deprive him of sleep. On the other hand, the idea of having another nightmare makes my skin crawl. I lift my head to look at him, weighing the options before finally deciding.

“Fine, I will.” I reluctantly agree, laying my head back down.

He smiles and rests his chin on the top of my head tenderly, the rise and fall of his chest lulling me to sleep. It takes 15 minutes for me to fall back asleep, Peeta’s presence helping calm my anxiety slowly.

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— end of chapter 1

[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Chapter two

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst, Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, Unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking), You/Your & they/them pronouns used, Mammon & reader

Word count: 2,030

A/N: Hello again! Finally wrote chapter 2!~ I've had this sitting in my docs for ages i just couldn't bring myself to post it. I'm not confident in my writing but I'm getting there! I have an idea for chapter 3 but I don't know how long it will take me. I write all of my idea in one siting and painfully re-read it and edit to a point where i think its okay to post aha. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes & hits the first chapter got, it has been a big boost in my writing confidence. Thank you all!! Take care reader

Chapter 1 / Ao3 / Divider credits

“What the FUCK did you do Lucifer!” Mammon stopped the chase as soon as the shield went up. Spinning around and walking back into the foyer of the HOL. He slammed the door behind him before yelling again, so full of anger his wings twitched. “WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO?!”. Not taking into account how his own actions that day could have done the similar damage.

His anger only grew as the Avatar of Pride responded with the same tone. “SILENCE MAMMON.” Tears prick slowly in the prideful demon's eyes as he quickly makes his way back to his study. Ignoring the screams of his younger brother calling his name.

As he walked down the hallway, the smell of a meal not yet enjoyed slowly started up on him. For the first time since the fall, Lucifer, the Pride of Celestial Realm, became overwhelmed with an emotion he deemed pitiful.

Sadness…

At first his cries were silent. Only the sounds of his breaths hitching as tears welled up in his eyes escaped him. He walked into his study and slammed the door hard behind him. Causing the walls of the House to shake. Locking it swiftly after. Not just with the physical lock but with a spell that not even Lord Diavolo could break.

Mammon yelled after his brother. Demanding he get an answer for why their attendant had just stormed out in tears. He stomped his way up the stairs and made his way to Lucifer's study, ready to give him an earful till his lungs gave out. Mammon followed behind Lucifer as the door slammed followed by a bright light flashed, blinding him temporarily. A faint outline of gold began to surround the door. The surface of the door now shines and shifts like mica powder in oil. A loud, heavenly bell began to ring. The long, drawn out hum rang in Mammons ears.

Quickly screwing his eyes shut and spinning around, Mammon rubbed his eyes hard. Trying to recover from the flash-bang.

After regaining his vision Mammon covered his ears with the palm of his hands and made a run for Levi's room. Stealing a pair of the avatars human standard noise cancelling headphones. They barely cut through the yells of the spell, but stopped it enough where he could drown it out with some music.

Mammon then sat outside Lucifer's room, leaning back and hitting his against the wall softly. He let out an exhausted, angry tinted sigh. His red face slowly dissipates as he calms himself down. Then the waiting game began. He sat outside his older brother's study till the old man had calmed down enough to ask him what the hell happened.

Once the spell fell from Lucifer's lips, he cursed himself out and began to sob. Clasping his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to calm down and keep his composure. He rubbed his upper arm and shoulders in a self soothing way. Fighting back his emotions.

Surely the attendant didn't have that much control over him? Not even his brothers could make him cry. No matter how hard the bastards try. He was stronger than this…

Then why did it hurt so much? The panic in your eyes as you met his gaze in the foyer. The strain in your voice as you yelled the lie that no one cared about you. What did he do wrong that you doubted it… doubted him? Knowing you were being comforted by someone of the likes of Solomon because of his own choices didn’t help the stinging feeling in his chest.

He threw off his gloves and coat. Painfully making his way to his desk, his chest heaving, the smell of the food you made became overwhelming to his senses again.

He looked down at the meal you made.. The tray was decorated with a little note and stickers of the two of you. By looking at the drawings he realised you had made them yourself.. All to try and cheer him up.

You had cooked his favourite stew and poured a glass of demonus for.. both of you? The more he studied the platter you brought the more he realised how bad he fucked up. Two bowls, two wine glasses full of demonus (he can tell you poured it as the glasses were almost full like a champagne flute), two sets of cutlery… Even two tiny bowls of dark chocolate ice cream that were now slowly melting from the heat of the stews surrounding them.

One of the ice creams was absolutely covered in sprinkles. It was so painfully obvious it was your serving. Plain, boring, dark chocolate was his favourite flavour of ice cream at the moment. You didn’t seem to sing the same praises but always ate it anyways. Always trying to find a way to sweeten it up and make it more palatable for your taste buds…

You always ate it with him anyway… Even when your little experiments fell through and didn’t make it sweet enough for you. Lucifer always said that you were sweet enough for him which is why he ate the dark chocolate dessert.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the dishes any longer. Hanging his head in shame. He pushed the platter away from himself as he sat down. Just enough that he could rest his head on the table. Feeling his stomach start to churn and a lump form in his throat, he began to sob again quietly. Squeezing his hands together and pushing his nails into his skin, causing it to bruise. Trying to divert the aching pain of his heart.

Had he really been so caught up in his work he didn’t notice or care that you made dinner specifically for the both of you so he didn’t have to leave his office? Had he really not noticed the two bowls before opening his fucking mouth? Did he even look up?.. Did he really snap at you like that?..

His thoughts swallowed him whole.

He didn’t touch the food. He had lost his appetite long ago when he had returned to his study. Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to indulge in the meal you had meticulously prepared without you being here, enjoying it with him.

He did however help himself to the demonus. He drank the glass you had poured for him. Then your own glass. Then he opened a new bottle he had stashed away in his room. He poured multiple glasses, losing himself to the pain. He had gotten halfway through the bottle when his D.D.D pinged. He launched himself at his phone that laid screen down on the desk. Picking it up desperately and fumbling it in his hands. Desperately hoping it was you. Only to be disappointed when he realised it was Solomon.

The text read “They are at home and are staying with me tonight. They do not wish to talk to you at the moment and I trust that you can respect that boundary for now. I will ask them to make contact with you in the morning. Whether they do that or not is their choice.” His phone buzzed again. A follow up text coming soon after. “Goodnight Lucifer.” The words repeated and echoed in his mind till the screen went black. Reflecting the absolute mess Lucifer was back at him.

His teary eyes met his reflection. Quickly darting from place to place on his face. His cheeks were darker than the rest of his face. His hair was all out of place and disheveled. Eyelids already puffy and sore… He looked just as pathetic as he felt.

As he stared at his reflection his eyes began to lose focus and his heart became heavy. Were you scared of him? Did you not want to talk to him ever again? Had he fucked up so bad he had scared off the first person to show his ‘new self’ love?

He grabbed the neck of the half empty bottle of demonus and smashed it against his lips. The sudden feeling of cold glass on his lips made him jolt up slightly. Tipping his head back, he let the now lukewarm liquid rush down his throat. Chugging the rest of the bottle. Why was he drinking? This isn’t healthy. Surely he, the Avatar of pride, wasn't drinking his feelings away.

He wallowed in his own pity for a couple more hours. Each brother coming passed to ask him how to do something. To ask him if he's okay or to ask Mammon for his headphones back.

Beel brought up some leftovers for his brothers. He couldn't rest knowing his older brothers were in such a state. As he walked down the hall, Beel heard a loud snoring sound. His gaze met Mammon's sleeping body. He placed the plate down next to his older brother and snuck away quietly. The disgustingly loud ringing sound of the spell he cast on the door pushed them all away before they started to linger. Making sure no one could hear Lucifer's pathetic sobs of your name.

Lucifer placed his head on his desk once more with some force. Knowing he’s going to have to take the day off tomorrow.. Maybe even the next. Already feeling the headache roll in. How was he going to mend this mistake? He couldn’t just show up to Cocytus Hall and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it.. Feeling exhausted from hours of crying and drinking. His puffy eyes fluttered shut as he passed out at his desk.

As soon as he lost consciousness, the spell on the door fell. Mammon had managed to unpick the physical lock hours ago. Now sleeping lightly outside his brother's office with a plate of food, some water and the headphones still on.

When the half silent ringing in Mammon's ears stopped. He shot up, yawning and stumbling over the weird pile of things he had managed to accumulate while sleeping. Where did this food come from? That didn’t matter. It was time he got answers out of the eldest brother.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and looked to see where Lucifer was. His eyes darted around the room frantically. The faint snoring led his gaze to the large desk where the Avatar of Pride was hunched over, out like a light & snoring softly.

Mammon just shook his head and walked over to his sleeping brother. All his previous anger dissipated as he studied the absolute disarray Lucifer's desk was in.

Gently and subconsciously he began petting his brothers back softly with one hand as he messaged Beel with his other. Asking the strong Avatar to come help him move Lucifer to his bed. While waiting for Beel, Mammon tidied Lucifer's desk. Sorting his documents out and shaving Lucifer's to-do pile down as much as he could. Prepared to take what documents he could complete himself.

He wiped the demonus Lucifer had dribbled and spilled off the large wooden desk. Once Mammon had finished, almost comically, the Avatar of gluttony walked in as silently as he could into the room. Meeting Mammon’s gaze and nodding softly. Standing on the other side of Lucifer's exhausted body. Beel picked up his eldest brother with ease, placing him on his back like a back pack. They began to walk out. Mammon walked in front of Beel, holding onto the documents and throwing the paper towel away that he had used.

After about 10 minutes they had finally made it to Lucifer's bedroom. Placing him in his bed and tucking him in. Before leaving they gently put one of his records on and placed some water and a large bucket next to the head of the bed. Just in case Lucifer couldn’t make it elsewhere once he woke up.

They both left his room as quiet as possible.

They high fived the second the door to Lucifer's bedroom closed. After saying their goodnights and goodbyes they parted ways to go to their separate rooms.

Mammon made his way to his room and stayed up for the rest of the night, doing the rest of Lucifer's office work.

[walking-mf-dead]

I was on the brink of having a breakdown and needed to redirect my energy to something else so I went to my notes app and uh… yeah. A shitty little drabble. Enjoy ☺️ (May be cross-posted to Ao3!) ((also the format looks funky because I wrote this in my notes app and copy/pasted it onto here via phone))

Pairing: Daryl Dixon/Reader

Relationships: Rick Grimes/Reader (Adoptive Daughter), Negan Smith/Reader (Biological Daughter)

Warnings: The Walking Dead typical violence, thoughts of death/suicide, self-deprecation, Canon Divergence, Death/Murder

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A Warning

I can't hold on anymore.

It feels like the pit in my chest is getting deeper. The lump in my throat getting bigger, harder to swallow down and ignore.

My eyes burn with unshed tears and my clenched teeth hurt my jaw.

The palm of my hand is being indented with the ragged nails I had chewed and bitten off overtime with my anxiety taking over me.

Never did this thought of death feel so appealing until now. Not until we got to Alexandria and it all went to shit. I knew it was all too good to be true.

My knees are aching on this forest floor.

Negan starts his little song, his voice vibrating up my spine. Giving me goosebumps. Forcing bile into my mouth as his bat points directly at my head.

I follow the bat up to his eyes.

“Well darlin’! I didn’t expect to see you here.”

He kneels down and gently grabs my chin, forcing me to keep eye contact.

“I’m almost tempted to skip you darlin’. You can come home. Mm? Wanna come back home to Daddy?”

The venom on my tongue is searing, “Fuck you Negan.”

“That’s no way to talk to your father, kid.” His face steels has he stands up.

I smirk up to him, “Go on Daddy. Do it. Like you do to every one else. Swing.”

“Do NOT fucking do this. Do you really think I want to bash in my own kids head? Huh?” His eyes look wild, as though his psyche is breaking slightly. Only slightly.

“How about, we try this again, hmm gang?! Let’s try this again and if it lands on this lovely lady then so fucken be it!” He yells out to his loyal subjects who break out into cheering.

“Eeny… Meeny… Miny… Mo. Catch… a Tiger… By… His Toe. If… He Hollers… Let Him Go. My Mother… Told Me… To Pick… The Very… Best… One. And you… Are… It.” He drawls out once more but this time, this time it was with purpose. The bat swings by me and points to Abraham. No.

“Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boys other eye out and feed it to his father. And then we’ll start. You can breathe. You can blink. You can cry. Hell… You’re all gonna be doing that.”

CRACK!

The bat brutally hits into Abraham’s skull.

But he sits back up, his face mangled.

“Would you look at that! Takin’ it like a champ!”

WHACK!

Oh God.

Abraham’s blood is splattered on my face. I still. My body shaking and I lose focus on where I am and what’s happening.

Before I can clock it, I’m standing, barreling into Negan while Abraham’s dead body lays beside where I was. His head melding into the ground below.

I wail all of my force into punching my fathers face. He quickly overpowers me and throws me off. He stands up, grabbing Lucille from the ground and in pure rage he slams the bat into my abdominal area.

My scream echos into the surrounds and I feel my body and clothes tearing as the barbs pull back up on the bat.

My hands shake as I hold onto my stomach, looking up in pure fear at Negan. And he stares back, the same look of fear on his face.

“Baby, baby no. No no no. Fuck. FUCK.” He kneels down and pulls up my shirt despite my denial, and assess the wounds.

I look over to Daryl. His face is ghost white. “Daryl… Honey I love you.”

“Consider this a warning.” Negan announces, standing up.

“A big fucken warning. I’ll be around in 2 days to settle an arrangement. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Negan. Perfectly clear.” Rick strains out.

Negan gives me one last look before calling his men away to go back to The Sanctuary.

Rick and Daryl rush over to my side. Daryl brushing my hair from my face and giving me a solid kiss on my lips.

I look to Rick. “Will I be okay?” He nods. But I don’t know if I believe him. Not yet.

Rick, Carl and some others return to Alexandria to plan what’s happening with Negan while Daryl, Glenn, myself and Maggie head to Hilltop to use their medical services.

Daryl clutches onto me, hoping I make it through the next few days.

[alostlovergirl]

Pulling back: Part 2 to Come back to me

Summary:Tony plans to pull you back in the most disgusting way possible.

Warnings: Impreganation, abuse, mental abuse, PTSD attack, fear, gun mention, really dark themes.

- Note: this is what I meant when I said I had dark themes that I wanted to post. I hope you guys like this.

Nothing felt right anymore. When I woke up, there was a cold sensation in the room, nipping at my skin. It felt eerie and quiet. My apartment no longer felt like home. It felt like prison. I don’t know why. This home has been my comfort place for the last 2 years. The one only safe place in my screwed up world. But, now it felt like someone was watching me and why the hell is my window open.

I just noticed it. My window was open with a little black heart smeared on my wallpaper next to the open window, blowing in cool air. My eyebrows furrowed and I stood up, wobbling on my feet and feeling even colder now. I walk towards the window and immediately get blown in the face with the smell of motor oil and jet fumes. I slammed my window closed as my chest tightened. Was he here? He was here. He knows where I am. My legs gave out from under me as I kicked my feet, pushing myself across the wooden floor. Tears ran down my face and my chest heaved up and down, numbness taking over my body.

“He was here…” Suddenly, my trauma came back in full force. All the progress I made went down the drain as I felt his disgusting hands all over my body. I can hear my screams in the back of my mind, loud music playing, blurring all the sounds in my head. He used to use me during parties, knowing that no one could hear me. I hit the wall, crying and curling up into a ball, screaming to myself. I stomp on my floor, yelling and hitting myself in the face. I started to bang my head against the wall, trying to knock myself out, not wanting to relive this horrible abuse he put me through.

I just sit there in my room, reliving everything until I finally hit my head hard enough, knocking myself out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital with bandages all over my arms. I had scratched up my arms to a bloody mess and my head busted open. Ethan sat next to me, holding my hand. I could feel that he was trembling and that he was scared as hell. “Eth..?” I call out to him, moving my hand up to his face and caressing his face with my thumb. He looked up and lunged forward, hugging me close to his warm chest.

When we finally calmed down, he told me that I had a severe PTSD attack and busted my own head open. I have 14 stitches in the back of my head. I decided not to say anything about what happened, not wanting to worry him or make him think he has to come stay with me in order for me to be safe. I don’t think I can handle anyone in my house right, I just need my space.

I stayed in the hospital for a few days, dreading the day I had to go back to my apartment. I almost thought about telling Ethan, but I just held my tongue, keeping my back turned to him. I tried not to think about him. I know he was there. He was there. He was inside my apartment, inside my room. What am I going to do?

My home looked the exact same. All my little decorations I had laying around to make my apartment a home, but now it doesn’t feel like home anymore. He knows where I am now and I am not hidden from him anymore. I am sticking out like a sore thumb. He knew where I was... That's the thing that's freaking me out so much. He could take me right now if he wanted too.

I am tired of being under his control. I just wanna be able to protect myself from him and his power. I decide to buy a gun, not that it would do much if he had that suit with him. I wasn't telling Ethan because Tony was said so many times that he will kill him if he helped me get away from him. I rather die trying then have my best friend murdered by my abusive ex-husband. I spend the day pulling out my hair with stress and nervousness. I just sit by my bed, shaking. Eventually night hits and I try to stay awake, but for some reason I am struggling to stay awake. My eyes were falling heavy and my head becoming lightheaded. Maybe I will rest my eyes, but I end up falling asleep by my bed, holding my gun. I let my guard down completely, thinking that he won't come tonight.

Tony's POV

She looks so pretty. And vunerable, even with that gun in her hand. She looks adorable trying to protect herself from me. Did I really cause her to get a gun? Does she think that I am gonna kill her? No no.... I am just gonna draw her back to me.

Stepping out my suit and opening her closet. I toss an empty sleep medicine bottle away. I dumped a bunch of pills in all of her food. She could go without drinking but, eating is a no go. The one thing I know about her is that she doesn't goes a day without eating. So, it was an easy task. I dig into my pocket of my dress pants and pull out a dull needle.A needle full of my sperm.

A twisted smile on my face, I act out my sick plan to get my lover back. Undoing the knot on her pj pants and pulling them over her plush thighs, my dick jumps in my pants seeing her pretty pussy. God, I have missed fucking her to submission, but I can't allow myself to do that and ruin my plan. I push her thighs apart and pushes the dull needle in, gently. Slowly, I inject her. I only do this so she won't know that she is carrying and maybe it'll be too late when she figures out.

She will be drawn back into my life whether she wants to or not. That baby will make sure that she comes back to me.

[canonicallyobserving911]

Buddie: Season 7 Speculation - Multi-Chapter Fanfic

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

Hiatus Reading

Chapter 1 is already available on AO3 and Chapter 2 will be posted this weekend.

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“I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”

Chapter 1: 12K words Rated: Mature

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Summary: Months after Buck and Eddie were hit by the same lightning strike; they’re still struggling with the aftermath of it.  But before they make their love confessions, they’ll spend time getting to know themselves as individuals first. Eddie learns to enjoy the simple things in life as he participates in activities on his own and with new friends while Buck learns the rest of the 31-year-old deep dark family secret about his conception and birth. Their journey to forever is still a work in progress but once they finally admit they’re in love with each other, everything that follows their love confessions will be cataclysmic.

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Here are two snippets from chapter 2 and it’ll be posted this weekend.

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Buck

Kameron’s crying, Connor’s yelling and Buck’s looking at Dr. Fredricks still at a loss for words.

Once Buck’s finally able to mentally tune back into the conversation, Connor’s talking, actually he’s screaming at the top of his lungs.  His voice is tight and the longer he yells, the angrier he gets.

“I’m confused Dr. Fredricks because Buck told us he donated and his sperm should have been used to help us conceive…”

If Buck’s tongue would work, he’d verbally agree with Connor right now but his tongue feels like it’s being held down by a tongue depressor.  He distinctly remembers giving his donation so he’s not sure what happened.  Then memories of all the problems he had every time he went to the clinic to donate rush to the front of his mind like a tidal wave and even though he doesn’t want to believe a sperm clinic could mess things up this badly, he wonders if they mixed his sperm up with someone else’s.

He understands Connor’s frustrations but he’s choosing not to intervene yet because he doesn’t want to make things any worse than they already are and he wants to see what else Dr. Fredricks has to say.

Dr. Fredricks shakes his head to interrupt Connor.  “Listen... I think everyone needs to take a breath before I continue”.

Eddie

“Tia, I—I know you’ve been trying to help but I’m asking if you would please stop trying to set me up on dates.”

He pauses to see her reaction and he notices the stunned look on her face but to him she doesn’t look upset so he continues.

“After all the things I went through over the last five years, especially the last two, I need more time to work on myself. “

She nods and he continues.

He looks at her with pleading eyes.  “Two years ago, I was shot in the middle of the street by a sniper…”  He pauses and takes a minute to collect himself.

“Then I had panic attacks followed by a mental breakdown… and while some of that stuff was all related, there were other things I hadn’t dealt with yet.  It took me a long time to recover and with the help of my therapist along with all my family’s and friends’ love and support, I’m still healing.  You already know all of this but the thing you may not know is for the last year, I’ve been happy just getting to know me.  I’m learning how to move forward with my life.”

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[cryingisnecessaryfanfics]

Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 5

sorry it took almost nine months lol working on the next part rn.

TW: brief mentions of blood, vomit, and injuries.

double post today :D

Part 4

The faerie wakes up exhausted and confused. No longer are they sleeping on the cold hard roof but in a bed with warm blankets and a familiar body next to them. The faerie suddenly becomes aware of every tingling spot on their body, all points of connection, places where their skin meets the skin of another. They fight the urge to lean into this odd yet pleasant feeling, knowing on the other side of the bed was a very injured and grumpy Adeptus.

The memories return slowly, a blur of motion becoming clear in their mind. First, it's the fear that suddenly comes to mind, flashes of blood and black, vomit being swallowed down and working through the dizziness. It hits the faerie in a rush, a sudden nauseating feeling growing in their stomach at the memories. But more follow right behind them, a different sort of nausea, one that screams embarrassment and frustration. They recall the image of Xiao’s shirtless body and with the lack of adrenaline to mask the attraction a burning feeling creeps up their neck and spreads on their face. They knew Xiao was strikingly handsome beforehand, just looking at him from a distance could tell you that much. But now- now they had seen what is not usually shown, had seen his skin without censor, only marred by injuries that made the faerie's stomach stir.

They push the arousal out of their mind reminding themself yet again that Xiao was no more than a patient, just someone in need of healing. Another flash of memories plays out in the faerie's mind, snippets of awoken slumber, stirred by the karma surrounding them. The faerie remembers an argument in snapshots, broken lines of dialog blurred by exhaustion. Only one instance was clear, a scene burned so clearly in their mind it almost hurt to recall.

“You need to rest! No slipping by me while I’m sleeping!” The faerie's voice is uncharacteristically angry, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You have no respect for the Adepti.” Xiao’s words are cold and stubborn.

“I would disagree considering I’m trying to keep ‘the Adepti’ from killing himself!” The faerie has no filter having awoken from their sleep to the sound of a certain Adeptus limping onto the roof. “I did not work myself dry keeping you alive for you to fall off some roof because you’re too stubborn to lie down!”

“I wouldn't-“

“For archons sake Xiao! You better get back in that room or so help me I will get Rex Lapis himself to make you!” The faerie looks downright terrifying like this, their wings which usually rest in a downward-facing manner are now spread to their full height and Xiao has to strain his neck just to look up at them. The faerie’s natural instincts have taken over to appear more threatening though they are unaware of it, and Xiao is quite frankly too tired and weak to fight with them any longer. Not to mention the fact that the faerie is definitely crazy enough to hunt his master down and threaten him into making Xiao rest.

“Fine.” The Adeptus mumbles and the faerie shouts a cry of joy in response.

The two approach the spare room for the second time that night. Xiao sits on the uncovered bed stiffly and the faerie hums happily as they take a seat on the floor in front of the door.

“W-what are you doing?” The Adeptus can't help but ask.

“Making sure you can't leave.” The faerie replies with a smug smile. Xiao bites his lip as he debates asking the faerie to sit with him on the bed. He blames his temptation on his physical impairments and clears his throat awkwardly.

“It’s, uhm, less painful when you are close.” He mumbles and the faerie's eyes widen at the statement.

“Oh.” They shake their head as if to rid themself of embarrassment. “Right, I’ll sit on the bed with you then.”

The faerie remembers only awkward glances and movements after that. They realize they must have fallen asleep while sitting on the bed with Xiao and try to hide the groan they let out in embarrassment.

After the faerie is through having a mini breakdown over the fact that they are in a bed and touching Xiao, they slowly peak over to the side where he lays.

His eyes are open. Shit.

"Good morning, Xiao." The faerie says and their voice barely even shakes.

"Good morning." He responds, blank and unaffected.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Adepti have no need for sleep."

"Xiao." The faerie sighs, "Your whole Adepti speech is really getting old."

Xiao only frowns in response to that. The faerie and Adeptus share a moment of silence before Xiao suddenly clears his throat.

"How did you sleep?" He asks slowly as if he had never inquired about another person before.

"I slept well, thank you for asking." The faerie answers.

There is another awkward silence.

"I must be going now." Xiao stands abruptly and in an instant, he's vanished into a flurry of anemo particles.

The faerie just sighs again.

"Suppose I should've expected that." They say to themself.

On the roof of Wangshu Inn Xiao stood with his head in his hands. He had never felt so... good. Though it sounded odd to say, it was true. He was finally leaving behind centuries of pain and suffering. For the first time in so long, he finally felt something other than pain. That horrible feeling nested into his stomach was starting to lift. Instead of misery, instead of the heavy burden he was carrying, he felt something new. Something he couldn't quite name.

Something... good.

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[sharkpupsblog]

😈 Brand New Person ‼️ PART (1/6)

A Dark Riders and Dark Rider! Aideen! GN! Reader fanfic!

Hi!!! 😭😭😭 it’s been so long since I’ve been able to post a fic and my app is glitching so I’m posting this from the browser rn 💀 its so hard for me to post anything from the browser I hope my app gets fixed soon 😭 I edited the grammar by myself again so pls let me know how that went! English isn’t my first language so i’m trying to get better at grammar 😭💔 anyways this will have many silly parts.. how many? I think 3? I am going for 3! But if I go over it that’s totally cool bcs I love writing so silly!!! tysm @ barricade-moonriser for the request!!! :D so sorry it took so long 😭💔

Summary: after being left behind by your friends to die you make a big decision. Warnings: explosion, injuries caused by the explosion and talks of them.

Your ears ring and your body hurts as you try to get up. You slip, and fall onto your knees making the pain in your legs and body worse. You let out a quiet weak scream your throat hurts the pain doesn’t allow you to be loud. One leg hurts more than the other you’re sure its broken due to the horrible pain in it. You look around trying to call for someone, but your throat still doesn’t allow you to do more than whisper. You’re cold and scared and you can’t see anything because a bunch of smoke covers where you are. All of the smoke came from a small explosion of Drakonium. You were in the valley gathering it with your friends then the Dark Riders came wanting what you were gathering. Everything went downhill from there. All you could remember from before the explosion was Alex aiming for Jay, the attack missing said woman, and hitting a pile near you causing it to explode. Thankfully, your horse wasn’t with you they were with Lisa so only you got hurt… Your horse… You wondered if they were still around. You opened your mouth trying to call out for them, but you couldn’t manage more than a whisper. You tried again still failing to raise your voice. You needed your horse to be able get out of where you were. You were hurt and in the Valley of the Hidden Dinosaur. If you didn’t find a way out of the Valley soon you would most likely freeze to death, or be prey to any predators around. The thought of death scared you, so you called for your horse again. When you realized there was no point in calling out since your horse wouldn’t hear your weak whispered calls you burst into tears. You were scared, cold, and hurt so you cried not knowing what else to do. You hugged yourself trying to keep warm, and you thought about what to do. You sat on the ice shaking, and crying as you tried to come up with something. While you cried your ears were slowly recovering from the ringing, but you feared that it wouldn’t completely go away. The explosion must have really messed you up. You wiped your tears, but they kept on coming you were unable to calm yourself. As you tried to at least stop shivering you heard something hidden in the smoke. “Poor little Soul Rider” you heard a sad tone in the voice “left all alone in the cold.” You looked around trying to figure out where the voice was coming from your shaking getting worse as a stronger fear hit you. “I saw your friends leave you” the voice was getting closer “they didn’t even look back as they rode away leaving you behind to die” that couldn’t be true. There was no way your friends left you. Surely the voice had it all wrong your friends were coming back soon with help… right? “How long has it been?” The voice asked you, and you had no idea what it was talking about. “Since you woke up all alone out here in the cold?” You frowned knowing it had been a while… As much as you’d like to say they were… The truth was your friends weren’t coming back for you “they’re not coming back for you are they?” Did the person to whom the voice belonged to read your mind somehow? “They left you.” The voice went quiet, and for a few seconds you heard nothing… Then you heard hooves on ice, and you smiled widely as you saw your horse run out of the smoke. Your horse neighed carefully running to you and once they got near you they slid to a stop sliding right next to you. You let out a quiet raspy laugh as your horse stopped themselves from sliding, and they sniffed you messing with your hair. You stopped crying as you were comforted by your horse and the thought that you could now get out of the valley. You were so busy with your horse, and the hope of survival that you didn’t realize the source of the voice was behind you. “Are you hurt?”

You jumped as the voice spoke from behind you receiving a worser scare when you saw to whom the voice belonged to. Katja stood over you looking down at you she saw how scared you were, and she knew she needed to be careful. “Are you hurt?” She repeated to you watching as your expression went from scared to an attempt at looking like you were still strong and ready to fight her, but she knew that beneath your stupid attempt at being threatening you were scared and wounded. “You can stop pretending” her palm glowed blue as she gathered magic to heal you “I know how you truly feel and if I wanted to hurt you, I would have done so earlier.” Your horse neighed softly, and you were shocked losing your try at a threatening expression as they used their snout to push you near Katja. Why was your horse doing this? Had Katja brainwashed them or something? “I found your horse for you” Katja looked annoyed, and she took a pause before saying “You’re welcome by the way” in a slightly angry tone. She kneeled down in front of you trying to be at your level in an attempt to look less threatening. The woman knew it worked when you relaxed a bit, and you opened your mouth to speak “thank you” you rasped out to her earning a pleased hum from Katja. Why were you saying thank you to your enemy? What the hell was wrong with you? Maybe the cold and the explosion affected you more than you knew. You watched as Katja put the hand with magic in it near you. You scooted back a bit not knowing whether to allow her to work her magic or to use your other leg to kick her away. “I can heal you” she saw how badly your leg was hurt “I assure you I have no evil intention.” You looked back at your horse, and they neighed bobbing their head up and down as if they were saying ‘you can trust her.’ Katja watched your horse as you decided what to do. You decided to let her heal you. You were desperate to get out of the cold, and to stop the pain in your leg, so you asked Katja to please help you. The witch healed your leg, and once you were ready, she helped you stand up telling you that you were free to go, and that she really didn’t want anything from you, but to her surprise you stayed. You were grateful for what Katja did for you and your horse. She could have killed you, but she helped you, and after she told you how your friends left you out in the cold to die you were sure you didn’t want to go back to them. The witch had done more for you than your “friends” had, and you were extremely grateful. “You can come with me” Katja was moving onto the next part of the plan she didn’t do all this from the kindness of her heart. She was following a plan made by Jay to get you to join their side “you can join the Dark Riders” she knew who you were Sands had told everyone… They all knew Aideen walked Jorvik again. “We will care for you I’ll heal you everytime you get hurt I won’t leave you” she held a hand out. The hand was covered by her sleeve protecting you from frostbite. “What do you say? Will you join us?” You stood still for a second processing her offer, and after all she had done for you how could you refuse? You walked forward shaking her hand accepting the offer. You and your horse were now part of Garnok’s team. 

TY FOR READING !!! ❤️😭 ALSO POSTING AND EDITING ON THE BROWSER IS SO HARD . I NEED MY APP TO BE FIXED NOW BCS THERES NO WAY IM DOING THIS EACH TIME I POST SILLY FIC 😭😭😭😭

[beababoobies]

Why Won't You Talk to Me?

This has been cross-posted on A03! Feel free to check it out on there if you prefer the formatting.

Mari’s death scene from Basil’s point of view, in which Sunny, in his panicked and manic state, tries to talk to Mari, get her up.

She’s just - just asleep, right?

TRIGGER WARNINGS; Major Character Death, Slight Gore, Sunny trying to talk to Mari's corpse, Panic attacks & Mania.

Word Count: 1.3k, Angsty as hell.

“And - and I can’t fucking believe you would pull some shit like this, Sunny. You know how hard our friends worked to get you that fucking violin? Are you even-“

Mari slaps Sunnys face so he’s looking at her again. He’s crying and I can tell from all the way down here. I stare at the broken violin instead of everything that’s happening up the stairs to try and calm myself, but I can hear Mari slap him again. It hits hard and I can tell from the way Sunny whines softly. He isn’t crying verbally. There’s just tears streaming down his face, shining in the soft moonlight. Maybe I shouldn’t have come home after the park earlier than everyone else. Maybe I shouldn’t have let myself in like I always do.

“You are - you are beyond, beyond fucking selfish, Sunny. That will cost a fortune to replace, not - not to even fucking mention that our Recital is in exactly two fucking days. You haven’t practiced - why won’t you look at me? Please! I’m - I can’t, I’ve been practicing for months on this piece.”

She’s nearly pleading with him, but I look up to see that he’s looking down the stairs at the broken violin. I don’t think he can even see me in the shadows, lurking without a word. I can’t turn around and run, because they’ll hear the creaking of the old kitchen floorboards. I can’t stay still like this, because that’s - that’s weird, right? But god, I want to run, I want to scream. I’m frozen.

“Sunny I swear to god, if you don’t look at-“

And then it happens. She lets out a scream of horror as she tumbled down the stairs backwards, Sunny screams as he realizes what he just did. But he couldn’t have, because - it was dark. He didn’t realize how close the stairs were, and he didn’t - he didn’t mean to push her -

The tumbling stops and there’s a crunch when she lands on the already broken violin. She’s doesn’t scream. She doesn’t whine in pain, she doesn’t even move. I’m still frozen, and Sunny is looking down the stairs frozen in horror. Mari’s hair is covering her face and she looks like a martyr, nearly angelic bathed in a perfect pool of moonlight, her new white fall dress perfectly draped over her unmoving body.

There’s soft footsteps down the stairs, shaking and I can hear Sunny’s sweaty palms squeak against the wood railings, like he’s holding onto them for dear life, terrified to do to himself what he just did to his sister. He’s barely moving, foot down on one step, then the other on the same step. He’s not looking at Mari, either, he’s staring at the steps as if they were to fall right under him at any given second.

By the time he reached the ending, he falls to his knees next to Mari. It’s an unforgiving and unforgettable sight, both of their pitch black, pin straight hair over their faces, and you couldn’t tell what either of them were thinking. Or if one of them was even having thoughts anymore. I shiver slightly but I’m hidden by the darkness, watching Sunny drown in the suffocating lake of light.

He starts by shakily calling out to her. Gently putting his hand on her shoulder. No response. His voice gets more desperate, louder, and you can hear him start to tear up. His voice gets more clogged and he’s sniffling softly. There’s a moment where the tension in the air almost snaps. I can feel the chokehold that it has on me be gone in an instant and I nearly wheeze.

“Mari you’re too tired, right? Gotta get you to bed.”

Sunny says with a smile, a terrifying one, one of a predator after licking its jaws clean of its prey. Tears in his eyes have stopped. It’s terrifying, a terrifying state of denial that not even I have ever found myself in. Watching him softly sweep her hair out of her face, starting to drain of the colour, making her look uncanny, terrifyingly cold.

“Mari, you need to get up, I don’t know if I can carry you all by myself, big sister… I know you’re super sleepy.”

He says with a small laugh, like he was telling a joke, a whim, and I watch him softly shut her eyelids with his fingertips. She’s nearly ethereal, a pure being that can no longer do any wrong. Our dear friend Mari, who brings us picnics and sits by the blanket because of her bad knee. Our dear friend Mari, who must’ve tripped down the stairs with her new knee brace, clumsy old Mari. It’s too late for our dear friend Mari, may she rest in peace. I feel like I’m sitting in front of her gravestone.

“Mari, come on, wake up, Mari! Hero - hero is gonna be back soon, you know how you like to get all dressed up whenever he comes around…”

He paused, grabbing her limp hand and cradling it in between his warm ones. I can tell by the way he flinched when he grabbed it that it’s getting cold. Mari, her warm and warn down hands from playing the piano for hours a day, making her famous chocolate chip cookies, holding our hands and rubbing our backs to comfort us. Mari, her cold hands falling to the floor with a soft thud as Sunny lets it fall to the ground.

“And- and Aubrey. You know how you promised to dye your hair with her? And - and Japanese hair is so hard to dye, mom said so! so you - you should probably start bleaching it now, because, because it’s gonna take a while. You wanted blue, right? We can do blue. Me and Kel can go to Hobeez as soon as he gets back. Get their - get their panicked manic at home hair dye. Just for you.”

He says, and he says it in such a normal way I flinch. Because he’s talking to her like she’s about to nod and send him down to othermart with a shopping list and big smile. Mari, mari and her beautiful thick black hair. Her hair that she lets Aubrey braid, her hair that has held so many of my flower crowns, despite how the leaves can fall off and get tangled in her hair. Mari, who’s hair is nearly a blue in this light.

“Kel! Kel, speaking - speaking of Kel, you know, we got him this new video game for his birthday. His birthday, just the day after our recital. It’s going to be so great to see his reaction to it, right? Just, just his big goofy smile, and you - you and Hero can even run of while me and Aubrey and Basil watch him play it, yeah?”

He says with a soft breathy chuckle when he mentions Hero. He says it like he’s about to help her set up the dinner table so we can all have dinner together, like normal. Mari, Mari who reassures Kel when she sees how he feels at Hero’s golden child treatment. Mari, the only one who’s ever looked past Kels walls of happy-go-lucky kid to sit down with him and ask him about how he’s doing. Mari, who I'm not sure has the time to do that any more. Mari, who I don’t think has any time left.

“And after, after we do that, Basil can lend you his camera again! You know how you love stealing his camera to take those pretty pictures of us? Like the - the ones he takes when we’re not looking? You’ve taken so many good pictures of us when we’re not even looking.”

He swallows thickly when he mentions me. I can’t help it anymore, I fall to my knees and cover my mouth with my hands at the mention of my name. His gaze immediately shoots to me, like a deer in headlights. His eyes are darting around between me, Mari and the door. Mari, Mari who would immediately run to me and ask me what’s wrong. Mari, Mari who Sunny turns to with a grin.

“Basil! Mari - Mari is really tired, see? Can you help me, b-bring her to bed?”

[healingmoth]

Making a post to describe my meltdowns to my friends who aren't autistic:

It's like this buildup of all my emotions, every uncomfortable feeling throughout the days or weeks (depending on how long it's been since my last one) come out at once. I am reacting viscerally to having to mask my autistic symptoms or to be social. Any tiny mistake I made, any bad feelings I have about myself or others are suddenly all I can think about. My thoughts loop over and over, the same phrases echoed a million times clanging about in there. I get very black and white in my thinking as well, I cannot think in a nuanced or balanced way. If I am angry at myself or someone else I can only feel angry towards that person, I cannot feel positive emotion.

I am also reacting to how loud the world around me is, how my clothes feel against my skin, how bright the lights are, how cold or hot it is. Though I already experience the world without a filter (or with a very shitty filter at least) during a meltdown this is amplified. Electricity in the walls can sound loud as hell, I feel trapped in my own skin, any sensory input can be bad during a meltdown. I will often retreat to my room during a meltdown and turn off all lights and try to find a spot with the least input possible. I can feel every tiny thing, every small fiber of cloth against me, the temperature of the air etc. Sensory input during a meltdown is physically painful sometimes, my head will hurt if the lights are on/the shades aren't closed. If my clothes are uncomfortable they feel like they are chaffing against my skin, sometimes it feels like the fibers of cloth are stabbing me.

I shake, cry, rock, scream and hit myself to distract from all of that. The stimulation pulls my attention away from how horrific I feel momentarily, hitting myself or banging my head against a wall can be the only thing that distracts from all the sensory and emotional input I am experiencing. Often, the pain of self injury feels better than all the other input I'm getting.

[thatoneguy031]

[OOC: This is another long boi post. Let's do this, shall we?]

[After Cherry snagged Suicune from outside Opelucid, the pair had made their way back to the location of the party. As they walked (And flew) to the door of the bathroom, they heard a faint noise, but they could barely make out that it was... crying?

Cherry rushed to the door, and began violently shaking the knob, much to Suicune and several humans' chagrin. Even further distressing them, she used Dragon Rush to ram the door open after realizing that just opening it wouldn't work. When she saw who was there, both she and Suicune were stunned.

In the bathroom laid Guy, who was too shocked from Cherry's abrupt entrance to continue crying, at least for the time being. His costume was a wreck. While it wasn't torn, the wrinkles and folds now in the suit said that that wasn't from a lack of trying, and it appeared that Guy had thrown the mask into the bathtub as well.

Guy's fur was a much darker blue than it had been up to that point, and his Miltank-lick that was once Dewott colored was nearly pitch-black. While he had left his helm outside in some bushes, his seamitars and the midsection of his tail were also a dark-blue, with the former containing that same stripe as before.]

...

..."Full... Cowling?"

[Guy tried as hard as Arceus would allow him to fake a smile, but Cherry and Suicune weren't buying it.

Cherry grabbed Guy's hand, practically yanking him upright.]

TELL US.

!???

You know exactly what I'm talking about! Cooper told us everything!...

...What the FUCK, Guy!? Why didn't you tell us anything?!

[Guy was stunned. For the first time since they'd met, Cherry had actually used his real name. She was serious.]

...

If you really wanted to avoid this place, you could've just told me! I wouldn't have been upset!

As a matter of fact, you've never told us jack shit about ANYTHING. What is your problem-

I'M MY PROBLEM, OKAY?!

...

[Guy began screaming at both her and Suicune.]

My life has been a living HELL since I evolved! I was borderline paralyzed for nearly a month because I didn't know HOW to move as a Samurott, I run into YOU a while after that. And because I'm a stupid loser desperate for friends, I did EVERYTHING in my power to make sure you stayed at my side, just short of flat-out STALKING YOU! But because I wasn't upfront about it, you just disappear for basically half a year! After that, I met YOU, Mx. Suicune, but before that, I basically had a heart attack because I can't stand humans!

And why is that?

I can't remember! As far as I'm aware, I'm just a coward that can't stand being around people! Whatever the reason, I will bet my BOTTOM POKEDOLLAR that it's something as brain-dead, pants-on-head moronic as the rest of me!

And the one person I COULD go to regardless of how badly crap hit the fan, THEY died! YEARS AGO, and I'm STILL not over it! For the longest time, it was just me and Shayla, and after they got involved in their own BS, it was just me!

And I was so desperate to make friends, I forgot to keep up with my training! I'm damn-near USELESS on this mess of a team!

Admit it, you two HATE me! It's fine, I'm used to it. Just say it so we can get this over with!

[Cherry and Suicune remained speechless.]

Then the stupid, I don't even know what- Stupid 'aura' thing that's happening! Like I needed literally ANYTHING ELSE I needed to worry about!

Then I turned to a burden you LITERALLY had to carry on your backs for two days because I'm so freaking USELESS, I can't even stand on my own four clumsy feet without help!

THEN THIS ARC-FORBIDDEN PARTY HAPPENED.

Literally, day TWO, I have another heart attack-whatever, and I hide in here for nearly a full DAY, and force YOU dudes to look for me, instead of not being a damned coward and coming out myself, because I was scared of what you two were gonna say to me!

I AM SICK of being seen as a liability!...

...So I think it'd be be better for all of us... if you didn't see me at all.

[Guy's breathing became very shaky and winded, which slowly turned into sobbing, and he turned around so that he wasn't facing them anymore.]

Please... For your sake and mine... Just leave. Before I get someone hurt.

...

[Cherry reached for Guy's paw again, turning him around.]

Guy, you DUMBASS!

?

I would've NEVER ditched you, and I really enjoy being around you, I really do! Suicune can vouch for me, too! And himself!

[The Suicune nodded slowly.]

Again, just tell us next time if something's wrong, dude! You had us worried sick! You're not a burden, at least not as much as you're making yourself to out to be. Even if you WERE, it's worth it to stay with you.

As... problematic, as your situation has been, for everyone involved,

you're a really cool dude to be around!

[Guy remained quiet, unable to say anything that wouldn't sound like incoherent nonsense. But his face said it all; He was glad to have folks like her and Suicune to call friends.

After Cherry Suicune grabbed Guy's belongings, the three of them slowly made their way out of the bathroom...

...only for there to be a human in front of them, presumably a Trainer.]

[alaezasmystery235]

Hey ! So the reblog of your rant, and I painfully see my younger self in your post, so here I am.

TW : Mention of suicide (idea and attempt), physical threats, verbal abuse

I hope you're ok, or at least feeling better than you did in your post. I know I'm a anonymous voice on the internet, but I know what you've been through, you have no idea how much it resonate with me (the verbal abuse from a parent, and that feeling of infinite loneliness- I'm afraid a lot of us feel that way). So maybe I can offer you my wisdom, of how I didn't kill myself despite the many nights I wanted to do it.

I don't know about your situation (familial or financial). But know that your mother has absolutely NO RIGHT to talk to you like that. It doesn't matter whether she's your mom or not, NO ONE should talk like that to someone else EVER. Again, I don't know what your situation is (if you live with her, if you can financially support yourself etc...) but, if that kind of abuse is common no matter how hard you try to tell her to stop, and if you have the opportunity to do it, get the f*** away from her. Again, it doesn't matter if she's your mom or not. If she keeps bringing you down to the point you want to kill yourself, she's not a positive influence in your life, probably won't ever be, and you don't need her.

I know it's easier said than done, believe me. My dad's like that. (Sorry in advance of rambling) I was never enough (too fat, not good enough grades, not "feminine" enough,...). No matter how hard I tried to please him, it was NEVER good enough. What happened was, when I did good, he "dismiss" me, telling me I was doing that for myself, when I had a hard time (failing medecine, being too depressed and anxious about my future to do anything), he put me through hell (threatening me to beat me up, not taking my defense when my mom did hit me "I'll do to you worse than she did", telling me to cut my throat quickly so he "doesn't have to suffer".) Ok, that kind of shit. And at a point, I just had enough ( when he told me to kill myself because I ate some chocolate destined for his friends - no, not joking). I never cried as hard as I did that night. My whole body was shaking like crazy, as I kept thinking about what he told me, about the want of actually doing it because I've had enough of the pain. The worse part ? He didn't tell me that when he was screaming at me for eating those STUPID chocolates. He told me that while I was shaking and crying in bed, in a really soft voice. And that was it. That was when I realized that no matter how hard I tried to tell him his words hurt me deeply, he would never listen to me. And at that time, I was tired of doing nothing of my life, and of building myself up every week after his harsh words or passive aggressive comments (like the facts my friends, in college, were mocking me because I didn't succeed right away). So I decided to stop seeing him, plain and simple. I took advantage of the fact that my parents were divorcing and stop going to his place when it was his week. I told him that I was tired to be shout at every time I go there, so I wouldn't come. And I blocked him absolutely everywhere (phone, mails,...). And it was hard, I'm not gonna lie and tell you it isn't hard. He's an asshole, but he stays my father, and I was heartbroken to cut him off because he kept dragging me down. I dreamed of him a lot the first couple of months. After that, I alternated period where I felt like a badass, and period where I was asking myself if I've made the right choice. Luckily, I've written a list of every awful stuff he did or say to me when I was depressed. Every time I've doubted, I look at the list and reminded myself that I've made the right choice. And girl, I did. It was really the right choice. I improved so much when I stopped talking to him. It was hard, because for every new things I tried, I kept hearing his voice telling me I was messing up, I wasn't enough... Eventually, I learned to tell that voice to f*** o**. And I stopped looking at the list a couple of months ago. It took me three years to get rid of the guilt, when I realized that since I was gone, he was putting my younger siblings through the same shit. My younger sister even felt suicidal and did an attempt when she was fucking 12.

Conclusion : always choose yourself, and trust your gut. If you don't feel good in this situation, no matter what you tell yourself to convince yourself the situation is normal, then you need to get out. It's hard as f***, but it's doable. And you'll be alright at the end.

Thank you for reaching out to me . Somehow it felt a knowing sense that I'm not alone , who is / has facing this situations . Tbh when your own family members do shit like this , it hurts so so bad . But what happened you can't change it . So the only option is to move on and have hope that every thing will come good at the end. Thank you for sharing your story , it means a lot to me 🫂💖.

[donekindonut]

I figured it out

what it is I feel

I feel like I dont belong

I tried to go out again

I tried again

trying takes so much effort

I swear it does, it looks easy coming from me

but god I was shaking

nightmares of getting hit

waking up screaming

waking up to my nails pressed into my palms

looking over my shoulder

fear and hurt

I sort of worked through it

I made new friends

had a new job

was going to college

and like a black hole

I didn't know better at first

excitement and passion

I loved music

I loved dancing

I thought for once

maybe things are working out

head first into everything

nothing to hold me together

one after the other

I watched others like sheep

fall into silly shit

post on insta post on TikTok

take a flick of me

he does ketamine

he was addicted to klonopin at one point too

begging me to stay

saying things he promised to never do

dress up for me he'd say

the greatest performance and Id say just be straightforward

if you were like the rest of them say so

you dont need to convince me to make it hurt even more

make me feel like im home when in reality I have always been an outsider I have always been outside always been alone

always calling first always texting first

and god do I always feel alone

god do I always feel alone

push me to more self deprecation

push me to more self hatred with the shit you said you needed of me

how I was your family

I did so much

and maybe it ia karma maybe in some fucked up way im learning different things in different ways

but I genuinely just wanted a fucing break and live normally

I wanted to feel accepted

I wanted to talk endlessly

I wanted to be heard and seen

felt like a fucking movie that you'd say you'd watch but just read the descriptions and I never deserved that

I didn't need to take care of you I didn't need to do shit

I didn't have to break down my shell and be nice

you did that to have a weird control over me and pretend to be something you never were

and just like that you revert

shameless

and here we are again

why can't I just be

I feel like the time I moved back to nyc and how I walked around Central Park crying

leaving homelessness and suddenly back into the heart of it all

a family again

and how alone and broken I was

smiling faces

groups of people

life

when it felt like my own was stagnant how it just abruptly stopped

from the day I tried to take my own life

to today

and every other day on

I am always going to be

by myself

and I dont want to be

and I dont want to

and I dont want it

I just can't give anymore

I just cant keep trying

I hate how everything is a weird facade

and I wish I could be that way too

a mask a facade whatever the fuck

I am just an open fucking wound

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?

Sure :)

Sorry for not posting guys, long, sad day.

Billy could really get riled up over really stupid shit.

Today it was after a long day of him getting screamed at by his father so he kindly and patiently asked me to grab him a twelve pack before he came over to my house to unload for a bit. I know that his day has been stressful, that he's had a lot on his shoulders with his dad and the expectations, but there was still apart of me that knows that I don't deserve it when he takes it out on me.

I forgot the twelve pack, long story short.

I deserved the disappointment that he feels, he did ask me one simple request and it was literally one of three things on my list for the grocery store. But he was keen on not accepting my apology and continuing to grill me after I had fallen completely silent.

His breaths are ragged as he looks down at me, hands on his hips and my hands rest in my lap, my lips tugged down in a sad frown, upset at myself because, if I would've remembered, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

"I just don't understand how you forgot when I specifically asked you, specifically, for what I wanted." He huffs, jaw gritted and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, pulsing and pounding as my eyes flutter shut, tears escaping my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. "Are you fucking listening to me?" He claps his hands in front of my face, my whole body jumping away from his as I stare up at him, shocked at his attitude and behavior.

He scoffs, his eyes traveling down my expression and trembling frame, a sarcastic smile taking over his lips. He shakes his head, taking a step back from me with his hands up in surrender, anger still radiating from him nonetheless.

"You're crying? Why?" He asks, his voice a bit more calm than he was just moments ago, his hands clasped in front of him as he waits for me to reply, my chest heaving in anxious breaths as he laughs once more. "C'mon, yell or some shit-"

"Because it's a 12 pack Billy! You're yelling at me and telling me how much of a fuck up I am because you couldn't stop to get your own damn beer!" I cry, gasping as the air leaves my lungs, fingers gripping at my blankets in an attempt to ground myself as my head spins. "You're such a- fuck- goddamn asshole sometimes." I choke out, leaning over as I try to not hyperventilate, consumed by the twenty minutes of yelling and trying my best to keep calm.

Silence fills the room, both of us tense and tired as can be. Billy moves after a few moments, sitting down beside me on the bed as I cry quietly. I look to him with frantic eyes, my frown easing up a bit at the sight of his sorry smile, his fingers raking through his curls before reaching for his pack of cigs.

"I'm an asshole, yeah." He sighs, pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before writing it, his brows pulled together in quiet frustration. When his eyes look to me, they're sorry but also filled with an unusual amount of regret. "It's a twelve pack. Shouldn't have made a big deal." He curses under his breath before taking another hit of his drug, shaking his head in disappointment but for a completely different reason than ten minutes ago.

"You've gotta work on not making the bad things that happen to you my fault." I sniff, reaching up to wipe my eyes as he reaches over to take my hand in his, giving it a sorry squeeze. "Asshole, c'mere."

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[gaysimpsstuff]

Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations. 

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao. 

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

Ring

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

Beep

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms. 

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.���

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!” 

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you. 

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?” 

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?” 

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you? 

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you. 

But... it felt nice. 

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.” 

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down. 

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it 

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。 じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。 うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやる さようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。 事故だったのは分かってる 頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different! 

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed). 

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!