#so i just didnt tell him when i was sick or injured or when i needed something cause he would get mad at ME like . hello

[sw33t-oubliette]

love (hate) when im Thinking about my childhhod and im like "yeah it was pretty normal and good ithink" and then i fuckingg Rember

[ghostieyanyan]

Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

~

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

~

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

~

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

[writing-like-a-whore]

“everything about you is so beautiful.”

gojo saturo x gn!reader

(tw: body dysmorphia)

gojo had been so good to you. it was the season between fall and winter, and for first time in years, you got sick. “satoru, im fine. you don’t need to go to the market.” he waves his hand, “hot ramen is a necessity to get better. sleep, i’ll be back in 10.” he rushed away as you sighed.

you woke up an hour later. “morning,” gojo said w a smile. “morning. sorry about your ramen, it must be cold now.” he checked your temperature as he said, “dont be silly, i’ll heat it up,” he was now concentrating on the thermometer. “hmm, its not getting any better, better call shoko.” you shook your head, “dont call shoko for such an absurd thing, theres people seriously injured, toru.” he looked at you, “you’re important too. i’ll ask her to stop on her way back.” he got up to heat the ramen before you could say anything.

usually when you were sick, the feelings of depression, homesickness and body dysmorphia plagued you. this time was no different either. with every passing second you could feel your mental health deteriorating. “hey honey, ramen’s here,” gojo interrupted your thoughts. you tried to give him a smile and maybe you did because he smiled back “i’ll be right back.” you nodded. as your gaze goes to the ramen, you stare at it. you know you should eat it but maybe its better to starve, you liked how it felt anyway. you never wouldve realised how long you’d been staring until gojo put a hand on your shoulder. “youve been staring for a while now. everything ok?” you sigh as you say, “i wish it were gojo. i just- i don’t think i should eat.”

“why not?” you cleared your throat, “the answer is a bit silly. never mind that.” he looked at you, “am i serious anytime?” you laugh at that, “rarely,” he smiles seeing you laugh, “so tell me.” you hesitate, “i just have some body issues. serious ones. being sick strips away my appetite. not that it matters, i like the feeling of being starved.”

you’re nervous as silence follows your words. you regret saying anything at all so you try to just wave your hand to pretend its nothing, “im sorry.” gojo begins, “i just find it hard to being that you’d hate yourself. you’re everything to me.” oh. you didnt know what to say, which he somehow sensed. “you mean everything to me,” he repeated, “and i need you here w me. so please eat and get better.” he had a hint of seriousness, something truly unlike him. you nodded your head and he gave you the sweetest smile, one that made you realise he’s everything to you.

^^

[melodyatlas]

vampire dicktim!! bc apparently im watching the vampire diaries now and its Not what i expected lmao. i was originally thinking dark!dick who starts off just kind of playing with his food before he gets attached and ends up turning tim, and maybe thats still how its gonna go but i have like,, ,, au details now

they also spiraled out of control so theyre under a read more lmao

alfred is the one who already a vampire at the start, he turns bruce when bruce is in his late 20s/early 30s (at some point in the early 1900s) cause he got some sort of sickness and was going to die and alfred wasnt gonna have that after martha and thomas had already died.

bruce spends the first year or two almost starving himself cause he doesnt want to kill anyone and doesnt trust himself to drink from a person and not stop before they die, alfred ends up forcing him to drink from peoplem with bruce's condition that alfred be there to step in if bruce starts to take too much. they go on like this until bruce trusts himself and does the whole "drink, compel them to forget, release" but he's still not super happy with drinking from people

bruces moves a lot, but every so many years he goes back to gotham until it becomes necessary to move away again to keep his secret, and in the 1940s hes left gotham again and stumbles across halys circus when dick is orphaned, and ofc he takes dick, but this is less "legal ward" and more "kidnapping that goes unsolved" - not that dick sees it that way, hes kind of obsessed with the fact that bruce is a vampire, actually, and he keeps badgering him to turn him, but bruce refuses while he's still a kid

they get into a big fight still when dick is 18 bc bruce still refuses to turn him, so dick runs off, assumes bruce could/would come find him if he /really/ wanted to, but he doesnt.

not until he finds out that dick has been seeing known vampire hunter slade wilson (also we're gonna say hes immortal for handwavey reasons, i want him to be able to pop back up later lmao). bruce gets in the middle of it, tells dick that slade was only into him to get to bruce, and causes another huge fight. when slade ends up actually saving bruce from something else during all this bc he knows that despite everything bruce does mean something to dick, it ends in a tentative, temporary truce (and a break up) but in all the mess, dick was grievously injured and bruce finally turns him

they end up moving back to gotham in the 1980s and enter jason. jason differs from dick in a lot of ways, but most especially in the fact that he does not want to be turned like dick did, he only entertains the idea because he feels like he /needs/ to be a vampire to be bruce's son. so jason is conflicted, but he knows bruce wouldnt even consider turning him until he's older anyway so he has some time to figure it out. but when he's 17 and his birthday is looming closer and closer, he starts to worry more about it.

he finds out about his birth mother then and seeks her out in another attempt at family bc of his conflicting feelings about bruce and vampirism in general. it ends similarly to canon, except like with dick, bruce ends up turning jason to save him. it causes more issues between them, jason mad he didnt get a choice in the matter and bruce unwilling to budge from the choice of making sure jason didnt die

jason and bruce have a blow out about this and jason threatens to just run away, something about how dick managed just fine at his age and bruce let him. bruce counters that dick wasnt a vampire at the time, let alone a freshly turned one. he ends up sending jason to stay with talia- just for a few years, so jason isnt totally on his own and bruce doesnt have to worry so much, but jason will still get his space

enter tim. who realized the wayne's secret at a young age and kept quiet about it because they clearly werent killing anyone- and actually, when other vampires did kill in gotham, the waynes seemed to be the ones to quickly take care of the problem. so yeah, tims not scared of them, and he keeps their secret. it doesnt hurt that he's always had a big crush on dick too.

and dick can tell that tim has a crush, they both in the high society circle so its not like theyre strangers. he doesnt know tim /knows/ at first, he just starts flirting to pass the time. things have been boring recently.

bruce adopted an animal diet several years before taking in jason, and tried to get dick to do the same but he refused. the immortality wasnt the only reason he wanted to be a vampire in the first place, after all.

so with jason gone and bruce walking the line of "the friendliest vampire to exist" dick was getting a little stir crazy. he was even in an off period with the on-again-off-again slade situationship. thats why he starts to play with tim, thinks he'll flirt and fluster the kid until he gets old enough to play with in other ways

its not long before he realizes tim knows. and that intrigues him to no end- because how does he know? when did he find out? why hasnt he told anyone?

its not much longer after that that tim freely offers his blood to dick. a cute little "i want to know what it feels like" when dick asks why, and how is he supposed to say no to that?

[pocketsizedq]

Becareful Mamas

requested: could you do something about a pregnant reader going to jamie’s games, and maybe he is like super protective or something over reader cause she’s like 7 or 8 months and he just loves to fuss over her being i’m comfortable and everything?

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Typically, Jamie was a calm and easy going guy when it comes to you coming to his games as he knew you were a strong independent woman who could take care of herself, but now that you were pregnant it made him worry about you scared something bad would happened at the game while hes on the ice.

You also being nearly eight months pregnant made him anxious when you told him you would be coming to his last game before playoffs as you didnt want to put that stress on him.

"Jamie you can't hold me hostage at home I'm pregnant not a sick victorian child." you spoke looking at the canadian standing in the doorway as you got dressed.

"Princess" He looks down at your very pregnant figure. "you know i want you to be there. it's just not safe for you honey."

Jamie and you have been together since he first got drafted to the ducks so you were able to get to know his teammates while he did and had seen nearly all of his home games.

You still went to support them even when Jamie got injured as they were like family to you too. The organization and fans knew you and respected you as they knew you weren't some chick just with him to get with trevor.

"Im safe there just as much as i am at home" you say looking at him who has moved to sit on the bed as you put on one of the duck crewnecks that jamie had with plain pair of leggings as none of your jeans fit.

"I just don't want her or you getting hurt while i'm there" Jamie said knowing that he will be the one to take you there so you would have to sit through the warms ups and everything.

~~~

You stayed as lowkey as possible so you wouldn't bring attention to yourself. Jamie had made sure you were comfortable as He had made you sit near where the players stayed so he could keep a close eye on you.

As He help you go down the bleachers stairs before he had to go on the ice to make sure you didn’t fall he spoke softly saying a “be careful mamas.” Before planting a kiss on your head going to where he was suppose to be.

Every moment He wasn't on the ice He was making sure you were comfortable and being very protective if someone got to close to you or said something that he didn't like.

~~~~

Jamie removes his helmet when he steps down from the funnel all sweaty ready to get home and see you to make sure everything is alright going into the locker room to start untying his skates.

He saw you standing near the locker room so he knew you were alright as he started to remove the rest of the gear off of his sweaty body.

Jamie knew the smell of odor cause you to get sick so he makes sure to shower and put on a pair of clothes he brought with him.

Since He never had to do media or anything like that. He gave trevor a hug before saying bye to the rest before making his way out to you.

You were leaned up against the wall looking at your phone holding your back as it started to hurt.

Jamie made his way over to you wrapping his arms around you to which you put your phone in your pocket turning in his arms giving him a big kiss.

"ready to go home jam?" you said looking up at him you could tell by his eyes that he was tired you gently moved your hand up and down his back.

Jamie nods moving his arms from around you taking your hand into his larger one pulling his keys out of his pocket right after doing so he picks you up bridal style knowing your feet is probably swollen before you could protest he said.

"no matter how tired i am you and our little girl will always come first" Jamie spoke in a calm voice which made your heart melt and you kissed his cheek.

[minimujina]

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇʟᴘ

scara drabble turned emotional, not clickbait🔥had to put a readmore cause it got long, i didnt fkn plan this

thinking violently about taking care of scara’s wounds even though he’s not human and they’re literally going to fix themselves (let’s just. go with that. since idk how his body actually works LMFAOO). and he doesn’t even have the heart to tell you the first time you see him lightly injured—he tries to, really, but he can hardly get a word in with how firmly you insist on patching him up. he can’t find it in himself to interject with the real reason he’d be fine without your help, because good god you’re just so stubborn—and normally he wouldn’t give a lick about something as trivial as the feelings of a sentimental human, but there’s a part of him that finds it.. sweet, the way you care so much. even though it’s actually for no reason. even though this “purpose” you’ve found—following him around to take care of him when he gets hurt—is actually pointless in a way. even though he could spare both you and him extra work by telling you.

he just cant find it in himself to be the one to deflate you. he could deflate anyone, anyone at all—but not you. never you. somehow, you’re special. there is something about you that makes insults catch in his throat and ugly comments die before they even become a wisp of a thought.

your earnest gaze as you rush for him when his porcelain skin has been blemished—that, in particular, feels strangely familiar to him, but he does not know why. and your unabashed naivety irks him in a way, but it’s also one of the sole reasons he could not possibly ruin the moments between you two where you are touching him so gently and so lovingly, the only sounds being being the rustling of bandages and the chirping of insects, his leg bouncing violently and stomach playing jumprope at the feeling of your soft fingers ghosting over his artificial skin and his artificial wounds. your palms are sweaty as you work and your breathing is a bit loud, but he could not possibly care about anything less. things that would piss him off if done by anyone else—existing, for example, or any of the former mentioned “imperfections”—could pass very easily if the person was you.

and then there’s the selfish part of him, the part that can’t tell you because he would then be forced to forfeit those special moments of intimacy he had not experienced the likes of since his first breath of life. he wants you so selfishly; he sees no reason to squish your good, false faith while losing you in the process. that’s just a lose-lose scenario. what would he gain in return—a real relationship? pah. with relationships come suffering, and the fact that it is all entirely out of his control makes his empty chest convulse a bit.

he figured it’s alright to live a little white, harmless lie. it meant he could be close to you, it meant he could keep you around without being blatantly obvious about his affection (read: he could beat around the bush for as long as possible). he could avoid his feelings while still reaping the benefit of your presence.

but oh, trust me, it will certainly bite him in the ass eventually. he can’t run forever. you’ll get tired; you’ll think he’s sick of you. that he hates you. that he doesn’t want you around—he doesn’t need you.

and it’s true, actually, that he doesn’t need you.

however, there is a point to be made about relationships out of need versus relationships out of choice.

wouldn’t it be such a beautiful thing for him to finally stop pretending he only has you around because of necessity? if he makes it known that no, this is a choice that i am making—i am choosing to love you—his chest will be left wide open in all its empty glory, where there is no heart, but instead a vulnerable child. he’d be left with nothing but the hope that you will respond with grace, and that terrifies him.

and no, he is certainly not sick of you, nor does he hate you. he wants nothing more than you, than your presence. he wants everything to do with you. he wants you more than anything he’s ever wanted in his miserable, pathetic life, if it could even be called a life.

but does he need you? no.

and you know what’s so fascinating? he has not needed you all this time, and yet he’s kept you around. isn’t that interesting?

he chose you from the beginning with the guise of necessity. he pretended that it was because he needed it, needed you, needed your help—because somehow the idea that it was a choice made entirely of his own volition, for literally no reason other than he liked you, is absolutely mortifying. the last time he made such a choice, it destroyed him.

how is he supposed to justify keeping you around if he doesn’t even have a reason for it other than the butterflies in his artificial stomach? how can he justify it with his mere feelings?

his feelings make him weak. his feelings are the reason he was cast away in the first place.

it’s so much easier to pretend he’s detached. but detachment means he will only ever feel your artificial touch on his artificial skin, and nothing more. your well-intentioned hands on his fake skin, on his fake wounds. the porcelain cracks are spreading quickly, and he will do nothing about it.

the saddest part about all of it is the fact that he thinks he has to justify his feelings to anyone at all. he does not know what it means to do anything without immediately thinking about how to explain it should someone question him.

what he needs is not you. what he needs is to stop treating you like you’re a ghost from his past who will echo the aches and pains of all the people who hurt him. he can choose you in his mind, but if he holds you at an arm’s distance and does nothing about that choice, it will then mean nothing.

what he needs is to stop wishing he could have you without exposing himself in the process.

if he is to have you, he will be vulnerable with you. there is no choice in that matter. but what he does not understand is that such vulnerability is not dangerous if it’s you he’s with.

so that’s the one thing that you can do to help him—you must not only tell him, but show him, that you are not going to leave him at the drop of a hat if he is anything more than apathetic. that’s it. your only job will be to show him you are safe. that’s all you can do.

and then you must wait for him to believe you.

it’s not your job to fix him. and he can’t sit around and wait for someone to be his savior, the yin to his yang, the angel who will purify his sin. you cannot be any of that. nobody can.

but what you can be is his safe place, his heart, his joy, his lover. you can be—you are—the only one who is able to receive his angst and transform it into understanding. you can choose to love him, not because you need him, but because you want him, amidst all of his angst and suffering.

so that’s his job—realizing it’s possible that you could ever choose him, not of need, but of want, despite everything about him that is less than desirable. despite how difficult it will be. he already knows he’s chosen you, that’s not the hard part—he doesn’t have difficulty believing the lovability of others. the hard part is believing the lovability of himself.

and even when he finally accepts that you want him, even after he tells you the reason he does not need you to fix his injuries, you are still there to lovingly wrap a cloth around his fake, weeping skin.

he does not need you, and yet you remain, because you’ve made your choice—it doesn’t matter whether he needs you or not. he will have you because you chose to give yourself to him.

you will take care of his body not because you need to, but because you want to. you will love him simply because you can.

it’ll take him some time to understand that, but he’ll get there, i promise. please do be patient.

[mylifestiles]

I think what I hate most about the Teen Wolf movie is that there were at least three instances where Scoot was parenting Eli and basically stealing formative moments from Derek in an attempt to endear the audience to an Eli and Scoot relationship and prime us to accept Scoot adopting Eli….

Crime #1: growling in Eli’s face to get him to transform??? What dude? How does that even work when Eli faints at the sight of a transformation? And if it’s that easy then Eli should have transformed anytime Derek flashed his eyes. It’s so messed up because Derek would have LOVED to be there for his first transformation, even just partial, but it was ripped from him bc Scoot wanted to be Mr. Alpha badass.

And no, I don’t think Derek guiding Eli through his first beta shift makes it better because Derek should have had the opportunity to guide him from his very first shift and help him maintain that shift so he could do it at will.

And don’t try to tell me it was necessary because super strong and fast alpha wolves should be able to carry fifteen year old scrawny boys.

And super strong and fast alpha werewolves should be able to outrun their half dead ex girlfriend without breaking a sweat.

And don’t get me started on Derek being injured. Actually I will get started!

when you consider Derek was originally hurt bc Scoot didn’t just go after Allison with his fast werewolf speed or sniff her out with his super werewolf nose tells you all you need to know about Scoot and his connection to his werewolf. he won’t be a great wolf teacher BECAUSE HE DOESNT KNOW SHIT. And I am blaming him (for the reasons above) for Derek being injured in the first place, so Scott set the whole stealing Eli’s first transformation from Derek thing into motion.

Crime #2: Derek is basically begging Eli to practice with him, but Scoot is the one who gets to play with Eli?? No way. That’s stupid. I reject it

Crime #3: DEREK DIDNT GET TO WATCH ELI PLAY OR MAKE THE WINNING SHOT??? After he convinced coach to give him some time on the field?? Blasphemous.

ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING he was only prevented from doing so bc of some stupid shit that didn’t even really involve him?? Like none of that shit was his business???

It’s like Jeff is trying to make Derek seem like a bad parent who doesn’t know how to help his own son and Scoot is a natural born parenting genius. He posits all these moments of good parenting but gifts them to Scoot instead of Derek. Derek is trying and trying and instead of having even one scene where Derek and Eli aren’t being standoffish and frustrated, Jeffery attempts to give us some easy as pie, natural, buddy-buddy relationship with Scoot and Eli.

we were given crumbs for Derek and Eli’s relationship and it’s sick, really.

And I will never forgive Scoot for being tongue deep with Allison THE MOMENT Derek is BURNED TO DEATH (a crime punishable by life in prison)and RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIS GRIEVING SON (have some class! You’re thirty or whatever!)

There are so many more crimes in this movie but I’m trying not to remember the movie at all, so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[sunblchdfly]

Zoinks Jenna!!!!!!! I hope ya'll are ok and that the injury wasn't too serious. I did the same thing with a potato peeler once if it makes you feel any better and thankfully it wasn't bad enough to be an emergency, still hurt like hell though.

I feel kinda bad cuz I was picturing Rhett kind of going white in the face the first time you do it. He's gotta steady himself on the counter for a second because seeing that much is totally unexpected but thankfully that man's got some major first aid training under his belt. He's wrapping your wound in a hot washcloth, applying the antiseptic and wrapping it in the bandages so that it's neither too tight nor too loose and he even kisses it better (lol).

Now when him and Royal and the rest of the male relatives get into a six pack on Thanksgiving morning while they're trying to cook dinner? That's a different story. It's then that ya'll quickly realize that kitchen utensils are definitely his own worst enemy. You, Cecelia and the other girls of the house are at the store trying to get last minute supplies when Rhett texts you a pic of his finger with a message that reads "IT'S ALIIIIIIIVE!!!" in big giant caps, you almost scream.

Cecelia's texting both him and Royal, swearing up and down that they're two halves of a whole idiot.

Joy's praying she won't have to surgically reattach a body part when you guys get home.

And all three of you immediately head for the liquor section because you know there isn't enough wine to get you guys through the rest of the day unscathed (lol).

But when you get home you gladly return the favor for Rhett, bandaging his finger and kissing it better, but you warn him outright that there will be absolutely no more beer when he's trying to make apple cider cake next year. As for his Franken-finger? It lives to fight another day and does surprisingly well during your bedroom shenanigans the next day (lol).

im ok!! its so weird because yes, i didnt have to end up going to the ER, it’s still took an insane amount of energy out of me. mentally and physically. i don’t know what I would’ve done without my dad patching me up because it was ROUGH…i was crying/throwing up/about to pass out. blood was everywhere and i was FREAKING out because i am such a sissy when it come to the sight of my own blood. I would’ve had to get stitches, but there’s nothing to…stitch. yeah. it’s gross. and you wanna know the worst part? i was making apple cake, and i didn’t even get any because I don’t have any eggs! it was a bad night 😭 ANYWAY—

i feel like this is something rhett would 100% do. when it comes to himself, he takes nothing seriously 😭 or I feel like straight up he would just not tell you until you come home and see his finger wrapped. he’s so used to being injured that he just genuinely forgets to tell you. he’s always so attentive to you though, especially when you hurt yourself/are sick. he would definitely be very calm about it even though he definitely felt sick at the sight of your hand when your first cut it. he lets you bury your head in his shoulder when you have to run it under water. after you’re all cleaned up and less distraught, he’s 100% taking you to bed and making sure you drink/eat a little to get your blood sugar back to normal after losing blood/being stressed. he’ll clean any clothes that got blood on them, and turn on your guys’ favorite show to fall asleep to.

my dear, this is exactly what I needed <3 thank you for this lil thought

[ohgodimafraud]

hot//wings - got to begin again

Hawks is “pretty sick” and injured and his ex-bf Touya is the only one who checks up on him.

crossposted here for tags!

i stole the title from b1lly j03l and stole the characters from u know who bc he didnt make them kiss and make up.

au - civilian!touya x hawks but theyre already broken up

The ghost of Touya’s warmth lingers in Keigo’s mind but can’t leave the confines of his memory to give reprieve from the cold and dull pain in his extremities. He shivers. The cool pack on his forehead brings some relief to his forehead but also some of its own unique forms of discomfort. Everything aches, and not just the broken ankle that he’s forced to elevate. He’s supposed to be Wing Hero Hawks, Japan’s Number Two Hero, and here he is lying around with only a few baby feathers left.

He coughs painfully, directing the barrage into his fist. Not like anyone’s coming by anyway. It’s probably for the best. Touya would be pissed at him for letting it get this far. He’d tell him he told him so and scold him for going to work with a fever for not just one, but two days, and then he would— 

Keigo’s eyes prick with the threat of tears and he snaps out of his thoughts and gets a hold of himself. He exhales slowly through cracked lips and doesn’t blink until his eyes dry. Nothing is made to last, and his own fault for getting attached in the first place. There are no constants that can keep up with his high speeds and that’s proven time and time again. The news continues buzzing in the background and he waits for a story to air about the area he was supposed to still be patrolling.

The glare his handler had given him as the Commission doctor ordered him to be on bedrest continues to replay in his mind. He’s supposed to be better than this. Stronger than this. More capable of taking decent care of himself than this.

Though it’s been a month since they’ve broken up, Touya’s contact is the third most recent text chain. It’s pathetic. He clicks the chain and stares at the contact photo. It’d most recently been changed to a picture Fuyumi had taken of Touya and him while they were apple picking. A sharp pain stabs at his chest and before he can stop himself, he’s crying. It’s so beyond pathetic. Tears spill down Keigo’s cheeks and roll down to his neck; within minutes his collar is soaked and he’s choking on sobs that make his insides more sore than the cumulation of all of the coughing he’s done. He pulls the filthy fleece of his hero costume up to his cheek to attempt to clean up some of his face. It stings.

Keigo:

>>ll be over in 5 to trade stuff

Touya:

<<K

Keigo:

>>just got back

>>have a good night

Touya liked your message.

Touya has stopped sharing location.

Would he even answer if he was so desperate as to call him given the way they’d left things? Even calling just to hear his voicemail crosses his mind, but he just as quickly dismisses it. Maybe he’s blocked now. It’s better if he doesn’t know: logically, he knows this, but he can’t help but linger on the thought. He should delete that picture. He should delete a lot of their pictures, and yet, he hasn’t had the heart to even change his phone screen. The TV is hurting his head and it’s hard to concentrate on it, and yet this train of thought is hurting his head too and it’s all he can concentrate on right now. He squeezes his eyes shut, sighing as another tear makes its way down his cheek and into the crevices of his neck.

It’s not even three in the afternoon when he falls asleep thinking about giving Touya a call.

A loud ding rouses Keigo from his feverish sleep. The glare from his phone stings and makes his head hurt, and for a moment he’s worried there’s an emergency.

Touya 

<<saw the news

It dings again. Keigo squints at his phone. 

Touya 

<<ru ok?

How long had he slept? Thirty minutes and yet his mouth feels like sand. He coughs and sniffles, wincing from the efforts. He unlocks it to see Touya’s messages in their entirety. The news? Fuck, what did he miss? He moves too abruptly and his ankle smarts leaving him hissing in pain. The TV blurs and he closes his eyes and leans back into the pillow to stop the dizzy feeling from progressing.

He’s focusing on the wrong thing. Touya texted him. Touya texted him. Touya texted him. Touya texted— oh fuck, Hawks’ head hurts. The congestion seems to have gotten even worse overnight and he can’t even breathe from his nose now. A sharp attempt at a sniffle makes his nose burn with a dull itch.

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya is typing…

Keigo’s heart rate spikes and he tries to think of a response. He’d been a fucking moron and left read receipts on. It’d never been an issue because he generally replies fast, and he’d waited too long from hissing in pain. Now they’re typing together. 

Touya:

<<looked like a bad fall.

Keigo:

>>im okay thanks 🥲

Keigo swallows hard and sniffles as the tears fall again. He’s an idiot. Touya isn’t the type to reach out just to be polite. He’d been genuinely asking, and is probably the only one who’s ever actually asked Keigo such a question, nevermind care to hear the answer. 

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya is typing…

Nothing.

Touya liked your message.

Keigo sneezes three times, and the last of the trio sets off a cough that threatens to tear his chest apart. He glances at Touya’s name and the picture he still hasn’t removed and feels a new level of pain in his chest. He’s pushed Touya away again, and he fucking knows it. What does he have to lose? Definitely not his dignity, he thinks, looking down at his tattered costume, the used tissue mountain range all over the floor accompanied by the cold dish towel head cuddled with that’d fallen next to the cool pack at some point. 

Keigo:

>>jk im p sick

>>my ankles broken

I miss you, he doesn’t say. Please come over, he doesn’t add. He silences his phone and stares at the news. There he is. How many times had his failure to do a decent job been played on national television? He grabs a tissue from the box, fingers dipping much deeper into the box than they had this morning before they find a tissue.

“h’kSXChh’yuh!” He manages to get the tissue up belatedly to wipe and blow his nose. The tissue chafes against the raw skin of his nostrils. He’s pretty sure these are lotion infused, too. Oh, no, they’re not. Touya usually bought those. He must’ve run out at some point. The leaking tears turn into a flood as he wishes he could smell the the tissues, as if it were just another one of Touya’s scents, another one of the ghosts he’d left behind when they’d died here in his room, the door slamming shut, the tissues he’d left behind, being used just ten minutes after he’d left. 

Damn fever. 

His cool pack is on the floor, but he’s sure it can’t be much below room temperature at this point, so it’s not worth picking up. He shuts his eyes and lets the fever bring him to slide back and forth across the spectrum of awake and asleep. 

***

If Keigo of all people says he’s pretty sick, then he's at least very sick. Touya frowns at the last messages from him. This is the same man who came home with broken ribs and got confused when Touya didn’t want to fuck him stupid. Or stupider, really. 

It’s not like it’s his problem. They’ve been done for at least a month now. Not that he’s counting. 

“Stupid fucking bird,” Touya curses him half-heartedly under his breath as he puts various soup cans into the basket to join the other supplies he’d accumulated. He’s appointment-free for the night, but even if he weren’t, he doesn’t think he’d be able to keep them; getting a tattoo or piercing from someone while they’re this agitated is ill-advised. 

It’s foolish, creepy, and a major faux pas to drop by without explicit permission—at an ex’s place no less—but Touya’s reputation precedes him anyway and Keigo is not answering his messages anymore. Keigo had once canceled on a date saying he’d been “a little roughed up,” and he’d found out the next day the man had been hospitalized with injuries that led to an infection, so sue him for overreacting. 

He’d given up the spare key (threw it back at Keigo’s face as he left) so he has to ring the bell. He’s expecting a feather to answer the door, but instead he’s left staring through the wrong end of the peephole. He rings it again. There’s a distinct sinking feeling in his stomach. Keigo never takes this long to answer the door. Maybe he’s not even home. No, he’d checked his location beforehand. He has to be here. 

Touya startles at the sudden click from the other side of the door. When the door opens, Touya’s grip on the bag slackens and he nearly drops as he instinctively grabs the man in front of him to steady him as he wobbles with only one crutch as support. It’s all a blur as he wraps an arm over Keigo’s noticeably bare back. Bare and hot with fever. 

“Touya?” he croaks, voice cracking on the final syllable, and Touya’s heart reacting in kind. 

“Shit,” Touya swears under his breath, bracing Keigo against him. He shifts to better support his ankle and sets the bag down. He can get that later. The crutch slips out of Keigo’s grip and clatters to the ground and he falls into Touya.  “Hey, hey. Let’s get you to bed.”

“Whadt—” Thankfully, Keigo breaks into a coughing fit, sparing them both from an embarrassing interview neither of them want to have.

“You’re sick.”

“‘Mb sorry.” Keigo’s breathing sounds labored and wheezy, like even standing with Touya supporting the bulk of his weight is sapping him of energy. “If you were here for combpa’ddy, uh…I don’t…”

Touya feels a familiar nauseating pit growing in his stomach. He’s so pale. “I gotcha, Kei.” The name slips out before he can think better of it, but it’s too late to take it back. Keigo shakes against him with a silent sob and Touya carefully scoops him into his arms, heart aching with each movement; he’s only seen Keigo cry one other time, and it’d been during a night terror that left his face blotchy with red. They fall into the familiar position and the nostalgia is so sweet it makes his throat burn. There are more pressing matters than the inner turmoil so unexpectedly coming to a head. “You’re burning up, baby bird.” He’s supposed to be the one who gets terrible fevers. He’s supposed to be the one with a weak constitution, and yet, somehow The Number Two Hero of Japan has regularly been worse off than him. 

Keigo nods. He’s gone silent just like he had when Touya left. They’d fight from time to time, usually verbally sparring until things would get so heated they’d blow off steam by fucking; this last time, though, Keigo had let him leave. This time, Keigo had been honest with him. He’d finally trusted Touya enough to confide in him, and of course it’d come after they’d broken up. 

The man is still in his hero costume. His jacket is filthy  from the fight earlier and has a few tears in the sleeve. He’d probably be nursing more wounds were it not for the thickness of the material. Bed first, maybe bath next. 

“What the fuck were you doing out there like this?” he murmurs, though his tone is soft and sad rather than accusatory. God he wants to yell at him, finally spit out all of the angry conversations he’s rehearsed in his head and in front of the mirror, scold him for putting himself in this situation, rant about the hero system, but what he needs is to hold him close. If Keigo dies, how will he tell him how angry he is, how will he tell him how carefully and carelessly he lives in all the wrong ways, how will he tell him how thinking of him is more fatiguing than burning himself out? And most of all, how will he tell him he loves him anyway? 

“Mby job.”

Touya.  tightens his grip. “I was worried about you.”

“Sorry.”

Touya only releases his grip when it’s to help Keigo sit on his bed. “Don’t be, dumbass. Not unless you’re gonna do something about it.”

“You…cambe over.”

“I did.”

“You’re gonnda get sick, y’kndow.” Keigo suddenly looks far too small for his costume between the lack of wings and the oversized bed built to accommodate them. He’s still shaking, though it’s more subtle now. His eyes are red rimmed and puffy, and his whole face is a splotchy mess of pallor and various shades of pink.  He wonders how long Keigo’s been sick, how long he’s been crying. 

“I’m not worried about that right now. C’mon, how about a bird bath, huh?”

The bird jab earns a slight glare from Keigo. “Asshole.” 

“Mm, I think you’re too feverish for that,” Touya says, making a show of feeling his forehead. This he can work with, the steady back and forth verbal sparring is comfortable and safe. He smirks when his hand is swatted away, though the amusement is tainted with concern from just how hot to the touch he is. 

“Nice.”

“You think?”

Keigo gives a half hearted laugh, notably muted from congestion.

Touya hums in agreement and fights the urge to cringe as Keigo starts coughing. It sounds painful, like his lungs are banging around in his ribcage. “Let’s take your temperature,” he suggests, gently placing a hand on his shoulder before rising from the bed. He’s sure Keigo hasn’t done that yet, and he mentally confirms it for himself when he finds the thermometer in the bathroom cabinet. The complicated feelings of being back in this apartment will have to wait until after Keigo is feeling better. 

Keigo is quiet and compliant—a terrifying combination for him, really—as they listen to the thermometer beep. He’d since wiped his tears and stopped crying, but the sad gleam in his eyes remains.  

“Just over 39º,” Touya murmurs, stopping himself from running a hand through Keigo’s hair. He’s not sure that’d be welcome. Keigo shrugs. 

“Seriously though. How ‘bout a bath? You’ll feel better after.”

Keigo stares into space for a moment and then nods. Touya helps his jacket off and tries to ignore the guilt at the way he immediately shivers. “Wait…I gotta um,” Hawks says, holding up his hand. His eyes squint and he twists into the crook of his arm to cover his mouth and nose. “ih’hgksh-! KhhxXt! Hhh…ugh, shidt.”

“Bless.”

Keigo squints and scrunches up his nose again and the chapped pink nostrils and philtrum give away how sensitive it’s gotten over the course of however many days he’s been sick. Touya feels a flush of his own creeping up to his cheeks, and decides that for both of their sakes, focusing on the pattern on Keigo’s comforter is the best bet.

“Hehh-!” Keigo sniffles hard, eyes watering. “God, this is- hh…h-hehH…!”

It’d be weird for Touya to say nothing. “Stuck?”

Keigo nods, shooting him an apologetic look through the haze of teetering on the brink of no return. Touya still can’t look directly at him without becoming very aware of his dick, but hearing the way Keigo’s breaths snag as his inhales become more vocal is enough to have the same effect.

“Do you…need help?” he asks after a few stressful minutes of listening to the uneven cadence of his breathing. And he means actual  minutes. He was in fact counting all one-hundred-and-twenty-two seconds of this agony. 

The flush across Keigo’s cheeks seems to darken. “I, uh…” he sniffles, mouth hanging open. “Sure.”

This might’ve been a mistake. Touya nods, hesitating for only a moment before tracing a few quick lines down the bridge of Keigo’s nose with a finger, willing himself not to be self-indulgent as he does so. By the time he gets to the tip of his nose, it’s scrunching and his nostrils are flaring. He prods at the sides of his nose down to the rims of his nostrils, only pausing when he hears Keigo take a desperate and shaky breath in, only to hold it and sigh.  

“Yeah, that’s guh-gonnahh…”

Touya is sure his face is as red as Keigo’s quivering nostrils as he teases the outer rims with his fingernail. 

“HhDSCHHh’hiew!”

Keigo crumples into his hastily cupped hands, only barely catching Touya’s hand with a light mist of spray. 

“Ihhkkshhu! Hksshhhh! hih’KXSHH’ihyuhh!”

“Bless you,” Touya mumbles. 

“Thangks.” Keigo sniffles thickly and winces before giving a sad smile. “You’re really cute.” He nuzzles his cheek against Touya’s shoulder. “Missed you.”

Touya rubs his hand against the fabric of his pants and wills himself to not have a heart attack. Or to have one. He swallows the dry lump in his throat, unable to return the sentiments in the way he knows Keigo wants. He rises and pats Keigo’s shoulder. “Your fever’s really bad, little bird. How about that bath now?”  

Keigo nods, and with his consent, Touya lifts him again. Moving is good. Keeps him busy. 

“KnxSHhh!” Keigo sneezes again, angling away from Touya’s face. “Sorry,” he says before he even takes in a breath, punctuating the apology with a pathetic sniffle and cough, “Beend like this all day, n’dot tryi’gg to mess with you.” 

Touya nearly drops him. The fact that he’s being genuine is what keeps him holding Keigo close as he walks into the bathroom. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about it. That’s not why I’m here.” 

“To get mbe naked?”

Touya glares at him. “I will drop you.”

***

It’s awkward having one foot out of the water. Touya calls him a flamingo and Keigo flicks water at his face. It wasn’t a ploy to see him naked. It wasn’t a ploy to watch him sneeze helplessly. And yet both of these things are happening right in front of him. 

“hehh’kSHCch’iu!” 

“Bless.”

“IHSHHh’yue! Guhh…Th-Thangk you. ‘Scuse mbe.” Keigo pinches his nose and runs his hand in the water, and Touya counts the tiles on the wall. 

“I’ll be outside. Just yell when you’re done.” 

Keigo nods. They part ways and Touya scrolls through his phone outside the door that can’t quite muffle the sounds of desperate sneezes that ricochet through the bathroom every few minutes. 

It’s too intimate. He’d known it would be, but no amount of preparation would’ve been enough. Maybe he should’ve had Fuyumi check on him instead. Touya continues this train of thought as he helps Keigo back to his bed, into fresh clothes. He pretends to not notice the crumpled up sweatshirt the hero was supposed to return. It’s not like he wore it anyway. He makes him soup and Keigo eats it in bed at the slowest speed he’s ever seen and only eats half of it. 

“Thangk you.”

“Here, let’s get your ankle up.” Touya props the pillow under his injury and cleans up. He leaves the crutches at the side of the bed along with tissues and the cold medicine he’d brought over. He hides the other kinds that were not used. 

“Touya…are you gonnda…”

“Hm?”

“Stay?”

Touya steels himself. “That’s not a good idea.”

“Guess not.”

“Well. Feel better. Don’t go dying now, Hawks.”

Keigo pulls the blanket to his cheek. 

“Fuyumi was worried about you.” Touya stops at the door. He’s supposed to be on the other side of it by now, but he’s opened his mouth. “We might be over but…you don’t have to stop talking to her. And Natsuo.”

“Why did you combe here?” Keigo asks, voice thin. “To be sweet a’dd just leave mbe againd?”

Touya whirls around, the effect lessened by the smooth way his socks move on the wooden floor. “I came because I’m stupid enough to love you.”

“Great, you always—“

“And because you’re shit at taking care of yourself.” He taps his foot, trying to stomp out the rising anger. More evenly he “Hawks. I’m not gonna stay with someone who thinks being the Commission of Public Coverups’ fuckin pet is some kind of altruism and poorly hides his obvious death wish. I’m not gonna stay by your side as you waste away.”

“I didn’t have a choi—“

“But you do! But you did!” Touya hisses, voice low and dangerous. “I—ugh.” He groans. What a fucking waste. It’s not worth it. I’m not fighting with you when you’re like this. Take your damn medicine and go to sleep. I’m not your mom.” 

Touya cringes as Keigo’s face immediately darkens. “Kei—”

“Yeah, I kndow, you’re more like your old mban.”

His hand grips his thigh as he tries not to punch a wall. “Goodbye, Hawks.” And when he says “take care of yourself,” it’s bitter on his tongue. 

The trees are almost bare as he walks home, the red and gold and brown crunching under his boots. He can’t help but think of how small the trees look now and how small Keigo had looked. They’d looked up at the stars one night in weather like this and talked about how small they were comparatively and the wishes they’d made. He thinks about Keigo telling him he wishes heroes had more time on their hands. He thinks about the way he’d dodge so many personal questions after Touya would pour his heart out. He thinks about the fact that Keigo had cried when he’d seen him and about the hoodie tucked away. He’d always say that was the most comfortable one, even though it was fairly ratty from being overworn.

Touya returns, hoping that Keigo hadn’t gotten up to lock the door—he didn't— and storms inside and hears him sobbing into the lotion tissues he'd bought before he opens the door.

“Keigo.” He opens the bedroom door, shoes still on. “I love you. You care too much about everything and everyone, and if you can’t fucking care about yourself, then I will until you learn.” 

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for getting my ex-boss/crush kidnapped?

I actually feel awful about this so i need a reality check. My[22 m] boss [28 m] recently quit his job, and everyone thought he died. But i did see him recently on an unrelated worktrip.

Now i know that the CEO of the place i work at is really mad about him leaving, and is actually looking for him. I didnt tell anyone i saw him, and even faked being sick to get out of that worktrip early.

But it turns out my ex-boss is terminally ill, and it's just really unfair. He's an amazing guy, incredibly smart, very handsome – he does a lot of sports as well.

Now here's where i think i messed up – i stole something from the CEO that might be able to treat my ex-boss, but i got injured when i tried to deliver it personally. It's pretty clear i was followed, and i know i shouldve paid more attention.

Anyways, i dont remember any specifics after arriving at his place, i was pretty out of it at that point, but i do know the guy who replaced my boss mustve followed me and just kidnapped him.

Before he went missing, my boss and his new boyfriend told me it's not my fault, but im not so sure. So, AITA?

Edit: since some people asked, it doesnt matter what i stole, it turns out that was a fake anyways. So basically i endangered everyone for no reason

Edit2: people were still confused, yes there was a little kid there as well who saw it all happen, but i think he's fine. His family apparently died not that long ago and my boss adopted him, so i think he's used to bad stuff happening. But i think he doesn't really like me due to some other reasons.

[girlhorse]

in college when i had my first major ocd breakdown and had to go on meds i thought i had really bad GAD lol. that was my only diagnosis. but um i now recognize that it was absolutely full blown ocd lol

tw below for some OCD stuff i feel like sharing for some reason. may delete later bc i am going to get very ~vulnerable~

i was really scared to explain my thoughts to anyone bc 1) i knew logically they were bizarre and that embarrassed me and 2) i was scared talking about my intrusive thoughts would make them come true

basically i was obsessed with thoughts that my now ex was going to be in harms way or die, especially when it had been like. idk. more than 20 minutes from texting me

my intrusive thoughts were so strange..i would come up with really whacky ways that they could be fatally injured. like slipping in the shower or choking to death.

I knew these were unreasonable and weird and I did my absolute best to not pester my ex or make it weird. I didnt want to pressure her to do anything because of my out of control anxiety but it was getting super out of hand

I was getting so sick that I was having panic attacks if i hadnt heard from them in a couple hours, i threw up a few meals because of it

eventually i just stopped sleeping. Every time I started to fall asleep, my body jolted me awake. I had very little appetite and was holding back gags while eating.

The things I didn't really consider to be compulsions are pretty obvious to me now. on top of like intense magical thinking (believing my unusual thoughts were either going to cause something bad or that I had some sort of clairvoyance) i had begun publicly checking my pulse any time i was anxious. I thought i was being discreet but honestly my friends noticed it and asked me wtf i was doing ☠️ i was putting my two fingers on my jugular vein to see if i was panicking or anxious.

i also had a problem with compulsively reading the news in their area if i thought they had been hurt. in the attempt to get ahead of it. I was checking traffic data and friends blogs. It was honest to God a bit stalkerish and i knew that but i was terrified

I did tell them about it eventually and they were very gracious about it.

but this went on for a long time, probably months. Somehow i still coped with college classes and didn't fail anything but i was in a pass/fail school so no pressure to do substantially well

eventually i finally got my as to the doctor bc the therapy i was doing did Not work (it ws self guided CBT. I do not think the campus therapsit was equipped to handle the Brains issue i had)

i got put on a low dose of prozac, but when that didnt work (literally threw up a pill due to anxiety lmao) my doc increased the dose significantly and that helped quite a bit.

Anyway i stopped having so bad of OCD that i couldnt function, but of course i still have my moments

it took me like a couple weeks to figure out my fear was largely surrounding uncertainty and the inability to control things.

i think to be honest it is still present. and it seems to be triggered by major life events. Enzo is my new Subject but I'm better able to cope. It was hard when he was little leaving home, i was always scared I'd come back to a d*** puppy bc of something I did wrong. But! hes fine, we're fine. Him getting sick has been hard to deal with Because of this but im dealing. Im doing my best to just accept my obsrssions instead of fighting them or letting them spiral out of control

IDK what the point od this post is i just feel like i have to get it off my chest and i dont have a therapy appointment this week ❤️❤️❤️ my public tumblr is my diary:)

[analoceits]

ok i was going to put this in the tags but i WOULD have reached the tag limit so. under the cut

anyway. SCREAMS. duckie i FUCKING LOVE THIS THIS IS SO REAL. i have so many thoughts about this. FUCK.

virgil who predicted himself leaving the darkside and tried so damn hard to avoid it. he was the first to relent in arguments he would always find the middle ground. he was good. he stopped snapping. no matter how hard it was he did it. because the idea of leaving his family was terrifying enough.

being the bigger person builds resentment. and the other dark sides didnt even know, he didnt dare tell them. all of them had abandonment issues. he knew how that would go. but virgil was so tired. and one day, tired and bitter, janus slips something about how miserable it would be to live with him forever. remus agrees.

and virgil snaps. he doesnt even explain what he saw he just screams at them and packs his bags and crumbles in to the light side living room. they dont even ask why. virgil realizes what that was then: a self-fulfilling prophecy.

also the HORROR potential of the visions themself. does virgil only see them, or does he experience them? he doesnt know they arent real in the moment. hes bleeding out or falling or cradling a body covered in blood. it all feels so real. it hurts real, at least. how long do they last? maybe whenever he wants it to end its hours. and whenever he needs to find out more its seconds. no rhyme or reason.

imagine the paranoia from that. is he actually awake, or is this a Vision? did that really happen or was that a vision? maybe theres a time limit. so when something goes terribly, awfully wrong virgil counts down the seconds until he should wake up. and if he does its relief and terror all at once. and if doesnt he starts sobbing.

the other sides slowly convincing themselves that virgils visions are mostly fake. because the things rarely happen. and no matter how much virgil explains thats because he stops them, they still dont get it.

until one day, virgil tells someone to not do something. maybe he tells patton to sleep in the living room tonight. or he tells roman to stop writing something. or logan to stop researching something. and they dont listen. its not worth it, they think, it wont happen.

and it does happen, or at least gets close. and they are horribly injured or sick or at least traumatized. and virgil fixes it. like always. but now whenever they tell him hes being absurd or they go to ignore him, they glance at the blood stains on the carpet or the scars across their friends back and remember. then they listen.

(and also: on a much more light hearted note, virgil getting annoyed with the others for things they do in visions. and them trying to argue "i didnt even do it! what!!" and hes just like glaring at them "but you WOULD. and you COULD.")

SANDERS SIDES FANS HEAR ME OUT!!

Future seer virgil 💥BOOM YOUR MIND HAS JUST BEEN BLOWN!

Just imagine, a Virgil who has so much anxiety about the future and the visions he gets. He stresses about all the possible timelines and what terrible things could happen. He urges the others to not to do certain actions because theres a timeline where that leads to everybody dying, but it has like a 0.0002% chance of actually happening. The visions can be so scary and vivid and they haunt him, he can barely sleep at night when his dreams show him horrible prophecies. The visions give him terrible headaches and the others help him afterwards.

DO YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND MY VISION!! Also itd be so fun to give him a third eye

[perfectwastelandparadise]

I never feel like I'm enough. I have a lot of undiagnosed physical limitations. I work with them the best i can daily. Some days are better than others. My partner has a lot of disabilities and some physical limitations and so we usually work together pretty well. Well today i had started organizing some totes. Mind you I'm houseless currently so its not a lot. Two totes, four crates and four buckets plus our bedding and kitchen stuff since i have a butane stove (life saver). I chose to focus more on the crates since we had things really mixed up. I got everything organized from those four crates to three and they are categorized just to make it a little easier. It took about two hours since i kept getting distracted. Heres where the problem lies: i didnt have the energy to stack them. I cleaned a spot for them, did all the organizing, made dinner, and had everything set up. When i asked for help (which i very rarely do because of some trauma shit) my partner bitched and complained because he is hurting. There is very rarely a day where he doesn't hurt so i do 95% of everything daily. He rants when he cleans and it was all about him trying to figure out why i start projects and dont finish them, how he has to clean up after me, how he has to do shit even when he doesn't feel like it. Ive been sick for the last five days! My shoulder is numb on my dominant side, my neck is numb and tingling, my hand that i injured yesterday is swollen and my back is locked and if i asked for a small massage he works on my back for five minutes and then complains about being in pain. I know its petty but ive started withholding massages since i dont get them and i have to be the one to constantly do shit. He sits on his ass 95% of the time smoking weed and/or driving when we have gas to move our van. I smoke weed too but that's so i have the ability to get things cleaned. Tonight he said "i have given up on cleaning because its just going to get dirty again" no shit we live in it. We are having health issues because i deep cleaned it a week ago and he hasnt helped maintain any of it. We have flies, mold and who knows what else because I can't be the one to clean daily. Ive started neglecting my own health because he wont help. Idon't know what else to do. Its a damned if you do and damned if you dont situation and with winter approaching I don't want to break things off and be on the streets in the snow. He never gets what he does wrong, his apologies are empty. Ive talked to him multiple times about what my issues are and he says "ill work on it" but he snips at me over every little thing good or bad. He doesnt understand that by doing that he kicks in my depression and makes me feel like giving up. All he asks at the end of the day is "are we okay?" "What can i do to fix things?" Even if i told him he wouldn't do anything actively to fix it. Im so tired of empty apologies. I tell him "actions speak louder than words" yet nothing changes. I feel like im going insane. I cant keep doing this. My mind keeps circling the drain but i cant let other people win. But fuck...

[shiftingparadise]

HI LOVE ok this might be a long detailed request so im sry i thought of this while trying to go to sleep to dream good😭🙏 OK jujutsu staff geto (kinda like nanami but as hes not a teacher like gojo) & sorcerer gn!reader. reader's curse technique is emotion/memory manipulation, geto & reader mutually have unspoken love/adoration for e.o but are aware of it. setting: somber night at the academy & reader sitting on the steps contemplating life & inevitable dying. geto finds them outside & joins to keep company making some small talk & they asks him why hes always so nice to them & then he starts actually starts listing qualities he likes abt reader. reader then asks geto if they can kiss him🫣 ofc he says yes & this is when reader uses their cursed technique on him & wipes out his emotions & memories attached to reader cuz the next day reader goes on a dangerous mission that can ultimately take their life & theyre also rly tired of fighting, also the reason y/n wipes his memories is cuz theyre aware of his feelings but want him to move on w/o grieving their loss. OK SAD ENDING: geto attends the funeral w/ no emotion he just thinks y/n was as acquaintance so it looked as if he just casually went to pay condolences & everyone was like ??? what happened yall were so close & he denies that cuz he doesnt rmbr until sm1 tells him reader mightve used their technique on him to avoid him from not being able to move on & he later regains his memory of them. HAPPY ENDING: reader is just heavily injured & while geto visits the infirmary to see shoko he sees y/n & their technique wheres off & he rmbrs reader using their technique on him & kinda gets upset but ends happy cuz he didnt lose them. RLY SRY IF THIS WAS A LONG REQUEST i was ranting to my friend abt it when i woke up & decided u'd be perfect to ask to write😭🫶

I LOVE LONG REQUESTS, I REALLY DO, SO THANK YOU 🤍 I chpse the happy ending, i don't know why, I felt like Geto deserved this :') anyway, I hope you like it 🥺🤍

Hope everyone's doing fine, enjoy reading!🤍✨

Word count: 2061

‘You’re not coming?’, Gojo fake-pouted as he stopped in front of you, preventing you from entering your room, ‘Are you sick? Lovesick maybe?’. 

‘Get out of my way, Satoru’, you tried pushing him to the side, but he didn’t move a single muscle. ‘Geto isn’t coming, that’s why you’re not going, right?’. 

God, you wanted to punch that smirk right off his face. 

‘I’m not going because I’m tired’. ‘Tired? You always come to karaoke night’. ‘Just get out of my way, Satoru. Please, I can’t take this today’. ‘Huh?’, he bowed down so his nose brushed against yours, his thumb pressed against his bottom lip, ‘What’s wrong? Normally, you would’ve slapped me by now’. 

Ah, personal space. A term Gojo Satoru never heard of. 

‘Get out of my face’, you softly smacked his cheek while pushing him away, ‘I’m fine. I just need some rest’. ‘Hey, if it’s about Geto-‘. 

You swiftly grabbed his hand while channeling your cursed energy to your fingertips. 

‘Nope, not this time’, he quickly pulled away, ‘You tried that trick on me one too many times. I’m not interested in flashing memories of all the embarrassing moments in my life, so I’ll just leave you’. 

‘Idiot’, you watched as he walked away, his hands neatly tucked inside his pockets. ‘If you weren’t such an annoying brat, I wouldn’t have to use my cursed technique on you’. 

--- 

‘Can’t sleep’, you sighed as you pressed the palms of your hands to your tired eyes. A useless effort to rub the burning sensation away. 

You were tired, exhausted even. Your head was a mess. Over the past few weeks, you’d started to fall for Geto. There was something inside you that clicked when you got to know him. His smile, the way he always made sure you were doing okay, that you were safe… Did you love him? Were you even allowed to love him? As a sorcerer, your life was probably going to be short. ‘If I’m going to die, I don’t want to have any regrets’, you sat up straight, legs swinging over the edge of your bed, ‘I can’t fall in love. I won’t die a peaceful death if I have the feeling I’m leaving someone behind…’. 

--- 

‘Peaceful’, you closed your eyes as you felt the night's cold air. ‘And beautiful’, a sad smile on your face as you watched the moon. 

It was brighter than usual, with a more yellow tone in it as well. A perfect setting to drown in your thoughts.

 ‘Will I miss this? The moon? The smell of a summer night?’, a sad feeling rushed over you. ‘I’m going to die, right? The old man’s sending me on this mission to die’. 

‘There’s my monkey’, a soft voice came from behind you. ‘Hm’, you sighed as you pressed your legs closer to your chest. ‘Why are you sitting on these stairs?’, Geto sat down beside you, a smile on his face. ‘Can’t sleep’, you turned your face away from him. He couldn’t see you like this, not now. ‘Here’, a kind touch on your shoulder as he held out the hot beverage for you to take.

‘W-what’s this?’.

‘Tea. Chamomile to be exact. I read somewhere that it’s good for when you can’t sleep’. 

‘You knew I was sitting here?’. ‘Of course’, he smiled at the sky, ‘I heard you pacing around in your room, so I wanted to bring it to you there… but when I noticed you weren’t, I knew you’d be sitting here’. 

Of course, he knew you were sitting here.  Geto knows you like the back of his hand.

‘Why are you always so nice to me?’, you carefully grabbed the cup with both of your hands. ‘Why?’, still a smile on his face as he studied your face. 

You looked beautiful to him. You always did, but this was one of the few times you let your guard down, and the vulnerable look in your eyes suited you. 

‘Well’, he continued when he noticed you weren’t going to answer, ‘I like the way you care about people, even when they hurt you. I like the way you press your lips together when you’re thinking about improving your cursed technique. I like the way you know how I feel without me saying it, I like the way you care for me even when I’m being an asshole… Or the way you can get under Satoru’s skin’. 

He chuckled before continuing, his eyes now shifting to your hands that were neatly wrapped around the cup. 

‘But most of all, I like the way you look at me. As if I’m a pleasant person to be around’. 

‘Do you like me?’, you clenched your jaw. Somehow, the cold breeze blew every grain of hesitation out of your mind. 

You slowly looked at the man who was sitting next to you. Smiling? Why was he smiling? 

‘You know how I feel about you. I’m sure your cursed technique –‘, ‘You know I don’t use it for stuff like that’. 

But it was tempting though. If you wanted, you could decipher every feeling a person had ever felt for you. Hate, disgust, happiness, anger, love, … 

‘Here’, he held out his hand, his eyes focused on yours, ‘Just once wouldn’t hurt’. ‘N-no’, you turned your head to the side, ‘I won’t use it like that’. 

‘Hm?’, you widened your eyes as you could feel his hand gently holding yours. ‘I can't tell you how I feel about you, it feels like there aren’t any words to describe it’.

You frowned at his gesture, but if he told you he didn’t mind… Maybe just this one time… 

‘Are you sure?’. ‘Positive’, a swift pat on your hand. ‘Fine’, you could feel your cheeks redden at his touch, ‘Sit still’. 

It took a moment for you to break through his energy, for him to allow yours to dance with his. Because that’s what it was. A dance. Sometimes you stepped on a toe, opening up memories people didn’t want you to see, but this wasn’t anything like this. This was a symphony. You could see the sun rise in the morning, its warm light shining on beautiful, white flowers. You could hear the calm sound of a small river from behind you, the sweet scent of a warm apple pie… Was this what he felt for you? Were you his safe heaven? His peace? 

‘Wh-why are you crying?’, his eyes widened, his thumb quickly wiping the tears from under your eyes. 

‘C-can I kiss you?’, you avoided looking into his eyes. 

This was going to hurt, but you had to do this. What if you died? It would break his heart, it would be the end of the Geto everyone knew. He would never feel happiness again. The sun would turn into the moon, the green and colorful flowers would be dead and dry… The river would be dried up… He would never feel anything like this again. But if you did this, if you just managed to go through with this… Someone else will become his peace, someone who’ll stay. 

He didn’t respond, but the way his hand cupped your cheek while his forehead rested against yours gave you the approval you needed.

It was a delicate and painful kiss. For a moment, just the tiniest second, you doubted about whether you were going to go through with it. Because you felt the same. He was your ocean. So calm and serene. 

‘I love you’, a soft whisper before you embedded his thoughts with your cursed energy. Every memory, every look, every smile… Gone. He’d remember your name and that you were a sorcerer, but that’s it. 

---

‘What?’, Geto sighed while he opened his door, only to see his friend out of breath. ‘I-it’s Y/N, t-they’re in the infirmary’. ‘Okay?’, Geto frowned, ‘What’s it to me?’. ‘Huh?’, Gojo tilted his head, ‘Y/N… They’re heavily inju-‘. ‘So? Didn’t know them’. ‘B-but you always-‘. ‘Satoru’, Geto annoyedly rolled his eyes, ‘How many times should I tell you, I barely knew them?’. ‘B-but-‘, ‘I’m not coming to the infirmary with you’. ‘But you two were always together?’. ‘You’re crazy’, Geto sighed as he closed his door, leaving Gojo behind with a confused expression.

---

‘Go see them’, Gojo leaned next to the vending machines. 

‘No’. 

‘You cared for them’. 

‘I don’t know them, Satoru’. 

‘So you’re telling me- ’. 

‘Shut up Satoru’, Geto smirked, ‘You’re annoying me’. ‘Fine’, Gojo raised both of his hands in the air, ‘Anyway… Shoko wants to see you’. 

Geto watched as his friend walked away, two hands in his pockets. 

‘Tch, if this is a trick, I’ll kill you’. ‘Yeah yeah, we both know I’m stronger’’, Gojo smirked as he looked over his shoulder. 

--- 

‘Shoko?’, Geto lazily opened the door, his eyes gliding over the room, ‘That white-haired idiot told me-‘. 

What’s that sound? Birds? A river? 

‘Geto?’, Shoko frowned as she waved in front of his face, ‘Helloooo’. ‘O-oh’, Geto forced himself to look away from you. ‘Where were you? Why didn’t you come sooner?’. ‘S-sooner?’, his eyes unwillingly glided back towards your body. ‘Weren’t you two a thing?’. ‘A thing?’.

Why? Why does everyone think that he cared about you when he never even talked to you? 

‘It’s fine, everyone knew. They’re sleeping so try to stay quiet’, she sighed while scribbling something on a piece of paper, ‘Anyway, I’ll be going. Gojo called and said he was feeling sick. That idiot probably ate too much mochi again’. 

‘Or he wanted to make sure I had some time alone with them’, Geto stared at the ceiling. 

One step at a time, Geto slowly moved closer to you. For some reason, his heart started beating faster, images of beautiful scenery flashing before his eyes. 

‘S-shoko?’, you tiredly, opened one eye when you heard someone. 

‘W-what?’, Geto tried to keep his balance when he heard your raspy voice. The symphony in his head amplified while the scenery slowly was replaced by memories. Memories of you smiling, softly holding his hand, holding him at times when felt nothing else but despair. He didn’t just know you, he loved you, and you loved him too.

‘How could you? How could you do this to me?’. 

His voice sounded fragile, hurt even. 

You pressed your lips together, slowly turning your head away from him. You weren’t going to deal with this. 

‘I trusted you. I let you inside my head to see what I feel for you, and you-‘. 

Tears? Was he seriously crying? 

‘Why? Why did you do it? Don’t you feel the same?’. 

I do. 

‘Tired’, your eyes were fixated on the wall next to you, ‘Want to sleep’. 

‘Tch’, Geto clenched his jaw at your cold behavior, ‘What if you died? You would’ve just buried all our memories with you’. 

‘I would’ve died peacefully, and you would’ve moved on with your life-‘. ‘My life?’, he interrupted you, ‘You’re right, my life. You don’t get to decide what I remember and what I don’t’. 

It was almost suffocating, the tension in the room. 

‘I just wanted you to be happy’, a lump in your throat. 

He couldn’t be happy, not without you. Ever since you erased his memories, he felt empty. 

‘How could I be happy without my little monkey?’, a warm whisper as he carefully laid down next to you. 

He didn’t care that the bed was too small. He didn’t need much room anyway. 

‘You’re my happiness, you know that because you saw, right? You saw what you are to me’. 

He carefully pulled your broken body closer to his, ignoring your sweet whimpering sounds. 

‘You’re my peace’, he nestles his head in the space between your shoulder and neck, ‘My little monkey’. 

‘I-I’m sorry, I just didn’t want you to be sad if I died’, you whimpered as you wiped the tears from your cheeks. 

‘I’m just happy you’re alive-‘ 

‘See?’, Satoru’s voice rang through the room, ‘Told you they used their cursed technique, now hand it over’. ‘Fine’, Shoko responded while you heard her grabbing some money. 

‘If you don’t leave now, then you’re the next person to lay in this bed-‘, ‘Don’t worry’, he interrupted your threat, I'll leave you lovebirds alone’. 

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

So, now I am making more Zoldyck propaganda on my own now.

So, first of all; I have already linked this post. But I want to talk more specifically about this post, and I want to basically just post what/some of what was said in this post in order to talk about it. Or in case people just don't want to click on the link, lol.

So, here is that post:

And this is what is said in that post:

once when killua was about 5 or 6, and not immune to poison yet, he was with milluki in the woods and he got stung by a poisonous lizard and ended up paralyzed and convulsing on the ground. milluki saw, but he was too lazy to carry killua home, so he just left him there and killua had to crawl back to the mansion on his hands and knees.

So once again Killua was literally poisoned his whole life to grow tolerate to it to the point we see in the show. But this is something he had to build up to gain that immunity to poison. There were times he could still be affected when he was still building up that immunity and/or not immune yet. Imagine having to deal with the pain of building an immunity to poison. Imagine having to worry about the stuff u are eating being poisoned. Imagine that pain and fear. Also; imagine ur brother, before u were immune to poison seeing u get by a poisonous lizard, and just leaving u there, because he was too lazy to carry a very young Killua back home. So Killua literally had to crawl back home, like Killua did.

when killua was REALLY little he once rescued an injured puppy by the side of the road that had been abandoned by its mother. silva encouraged him to raise it as a pet. killua named the dog “wolf” and this dog was his pet for like a year. he was really really really happy with this dog. one day wolf goes missing and killuas looking everywhere for him. silva has him, and he tells killua that wolf has rabies and needs to be put down [it’s heavily implied that he’s lying and killua doesnt know any better because he’s a small child]. killua starts crying but silva keeps telling him that its what he has to do or wolf will keep suffering and die in pain. eventually killua kills the dog and silva congratulates him on being so brave and strong

it’s also stated that the above story is part of the reason why killua believes that he’ll eventually ruin any good thing that happens to him

So yeah; this whole thing is just fucked up and sad and awful. Fuck Silva, manipulative, awful POS (I still love his character though). Also, this story being a reason/one of the reasons why Killua thinks he will ruin any good thing that happens to him is just so sad. Also, even if the dog was actually sick, Silva forcing Killua to kill his own dog is messed up. Though, it is even more messed up that it is implied that the dog wasn't sick at all, and Silva was lying to get Killua to kill a dog he loved, so the dog didn't have to "suffer" anymore. Because some of Killua's family just LOVE to take advantage of Killua's kindness and/or kind nature.

killua used to call kikyo “mama” until one day she tortured canary with electric whips for “being negligent about killua” and killua grabbed onto the whips to try and get her to stop and didnt let go until “…blood was leaking from his ears… his hands were smoking”

So yeah, this further shows how suffocating and overbearing Kikyo was to Killua. Also, Killua cared about Canary (and had wanted to be friends with her, but wasn't allowed to), and his mother still did this to Canary, and then hurt him severely too while he tried to get Kikyo to stop. Which she didn't really. Because Killua literally was basically forced to let go when "“…blood was leaking from his ears… his hands were smoking”", not because Kikyo actually stopped (not she should been doing what she was doing in the first place).

Also this horrible stuff happen to Killua when he was young. By people he should have been able to trust. I.e.; one of his older brothers and his parents, but obviously, he couldn't and/or shouldn't.

(Still love all the Zoldycks as characters though. They are also just; so awful though).

Okay; I am done (for now, maybe) talking about that post that talks even more about Killua's awful childhood.

Will probably do more propaganda later. But for now; have this.

Please vote for the Zoldycks! They really deserve this. If the Zoldycks deserve to win anything; it is being an awful, dysfunctional family!

FINAL FIGHT

The Asanos (Assassination Classroom) VS the Zoldycks (Hunter X Hunter)

The Asanos

Members: Gakuhou Asano (father) and Gakushuu Asano (son)

Propaganda:

CW: physical abuse

"Crazy dad whose misguided goal is just to make his son strong (but whose definition of real strength leaves much to be desired), and son who does see the error in his dad's ways but is brainwashed enough to imagine that his "filial duty" under the circumstances is to "take control". No one knows for sure if a mom exists, but she clearly doesn't want to have much to do with these lunatics." "The dad doesn't even consider his son family, just a "student" as he is a principal. Utterly unhumane conditions is where he trains his son in. And worst of all, they compete on who will control the other, leash included. The first time the son even considers calling him father is when he literally abuses him physically."

The Zoldycks

Members: Zeno, Silva, Kikyo, Illumi, Milluki, Killua, Alluka, Kalluto

Propaganda:

CW: murder, torture, isolation

"What ISN'T dysfunctional about them? A family of assassins, they train all their children to be killers, including with literal torture. Killua is the one of the family who's a main character, the heir of the family, and he eventually runs away due to the dysfunctionality. All the kids are isolated, told they don't deserve friendship, and they all have different opinions on family matters but it affects them all! Illumi wants to control Killua to as extreme a degree as he possibly can, and even though Silva lets Killua leave, he fully expects him to return home and join the family business again, and both him and Zeno knew about Illumi's extreme methods of control." Note: edited for length, full submission here

[zeroistyping]

emotional manipulation pt. 2 - sapnap x fem!reader

word count: 2.2k

cw: angst, cheating, mention of bruises, toxic relationships, sap being sweet and possessive, oral sex (receiving), slow and passionate, squirting

masterlist | part 1

nsfw under the cut! mdni pls.

i need feedback pls.. 🤸🏻‍♀️

It was one of those days again. You cleaned up after a fight with Punz, which ended the same way as always. Sucking him off, telling him how much you love him, getting no or a half assed response and cleaning up. Doesn't matter if something broke during your fight or if it's just cleaning after him.

But something on this day was different. While you and your boyfriend were fighting, Sapnap sat in Punz's office and waited for his friend to come back. But he didn't, because he left the house in anger at you. Your face was full of tears, your eyes puffy and your lips still salty from cum when you heard the sound of a door getting opened.

Hoping it was Punz, you turned around. You were happy that he returned this soon even though you know, you would get in trouble for not being ready with cleaning the, once again, shattered glass and water off of the floor. But instead, you saw that the front door was still closed.

You heard footsteps and a terrified feeling made itself present in yourself.

"Y/n..? Where's Punz?"

You had to admit, you forgot about the brunet still being in your house, but it made you calm down just the slightest bit.

"He went out, don't know when he's coming back.."

Sapnap finally arrived in the kitchen and saw the mess around you, the cuts in both your hands and knees from the glass and the mess that was your face, making him stop in his tracks. "Do you have a first aid kit..?"

You did not respond but just pointed at a door (which appeared to be the bathroom) before going back to cleaning, frightened by the thought of Punz coming back and yelling at you.

You knew that this was not what a relationship was meant to be but you loved him regardless, with your whole entire soul and body. And if it meant that you suffer every now and then, it was worth it.

Something was pulling on your wrist and you turned around, seeing your guest with the first aid kit in his hand, pulling you towards a chair. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean it up after, but first I have to do something about those cuts, alright? They look rather deep and I have to make sure there's no glass splinters in there. If it hurts just.. pitch my shoulder, are you okay with that?"

Overwhelmed by someone caring about you, you nodded, not knowing what to say.

While he fixed up the wounds, you started to think about your relationship with Punz. He loved you, right? He never actively physically hurt you or anything. Of course he said some mean words now and then but it was nothing serious. It was just to spice up things between you, right?

But when was the last time he told you he loves you? When was the last time he took you out on a date or ate dinner with you together instead of hiding away in his room?

When was the last time, he didnt fuck you but made love with you?

A sob escaped your throat at the realization and you closed your eyes. How did it become this? You loved each other so dearly once. The relationship was sweet. He stopped his streams early to give you attention, took you on dates at least once a month, made you dinner, took care of you when you were sick or injured.

You remembered when you moved in together. You were on your period, already packed up all your stuff when he arranged a wellness day for you and your best friend just so he can (with help of the brunette who's currently taking care of you) move all your belongings into the new house. When he picked you up and drove to the new house you cried, happy and overwhelmed with thankfulness.

But now it's nothing like that anymore.

"Do you.. want to talk about it..?", Sapnap awkwardly asked after you both went back into the kitchen. He gently forced you to sit down while he cleaned up.

You expected to stay quiet but something inside of you screamed at you to talk. So you did. You let out everything. Every single thought, doubt and fear just spilled out, only for him and yourself to hear. Sobs, quiet and almost not noticeable, left your mouth every now and then but you tried to keep it down.

Sapnap was silent and listened to every word you said while being absolutely stunned by everything his best friend put you through. He noticed before that your relationship isn't the best and healthiest, but he didn't know it was that far gone.

Instead of saying something, he pulled you into a hug. He radiated such warmth and it made you feel happy even in a situation like this.

"I'm sorry, you don't deserve this.. are you planning on breaking up or..?"

"What? No! I could never break up with him.. i love him.", you sighed as you looked away sadly.

"But he doesn't love you." Sapnap answered harshly. And even though it hurt, you knew it was the truth. Which made it even more painful for you. You knew you had to accept that Punz stopped loving you a long time ago, but you didn't want to. You want to continue lying to yourself.

"I just want.. to be loved Sap.. thats all I've ever wanted."

"Then let me love you."

The brunet looked at you, nothing but seriousness in his eyes.

Your brain was rattling. What did he mean by that? Sapnap seemed to sense your confusion and decided to just show you what he meant by kissing you. That kiss held as much passion as your first ever kiss with Punz and it made you feel loved.

Not once in the past few months have you felt this feeling. Fireworks exploding inside of you as your lips moved passionately against each other's.

It didn't take long for you both to end up in your bedroom. On top of the sheets only Punz sleeps underneath, since your new sleeping place was the couch.

Your top was left somewhere in the hallway and your skirt messily thrown next to the door.

"Tell me when you want me to stop, okay?"

Bruises littered all over your neck, hickeys and love bites adoring the soft, sensitive skin. He didn't hold back, fulfilling his promise of loving you unconditionally. Cherishing your body, stroking each and every bruise that he didn't cause with the slightest bit of anger in his eyes. Anger towards your joke of a boyfriend.

"Yes, yes I will tell you. But continue please."

His head was situated between your legs, hands holding your thighs apart. Sapnap was slightly worried that his beard would hurt you in the slightest but you couldn't care less.

Satisfaction rushed through you when he finally pulled down your panties to immediately dive into your dripping cunt. Carefully devouring your sweet juices. The brunets tongue laid flat against your pulsating clit as your thighs shut close around his head.

"Fuck, you taste amazing.. such a pretty pussy with such an incredible taste.. don't wanna taste anything else anymore."

You threw your head back as you felt his hot breath against you. He started sucking on the sensitive bud, enjoying the way you squirmed and tugged on his brown hair.

Sparks flew through your entire body, fireworks exploded in your stomach. Sapnaps tongue was still devouring you while two of his fingers prodded on your entrance. The tight hole gapped around him, opening up sweetly just for him.

He sighed against you, enjoying the heat he was feeling against him. Slowly pushing his fingers into your gushing hole, he looked up at you. He almost let out a moan as he saw your expression. Eyes closed, eyebrows knitted and mouth wide opened.

To Sapnap you were basically a goddess. Even before he saw you in this state, you were an angel in his eyes. He started liking you even before you got to know Punz. Hell, he was the one who introduced the both of you to each other, thinking it'd be a good thing if two of his best friends would get along well before he made a move. But it turned out different and he supported you on every decision. If he knew how it turned out, he would have never introduced you.

"Sap! Sap 'm so close! Don't stop baby, don't stop please."

Moaning against the hot flesh of your pussy, he answered lowly, "would never think about stopping now princess. Gonna make a mess on my face? Come on, make a mess on my face."

His voice sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to shake and close your legs once again around his face, squeezing the brunet's face while he continued to leap up everything you were willing to give him. Two fingers thrusted into your hot core and you pressed his face more into your cunt, where you needed him the most.

What you both didn't notice in the heat of the moment, was Punz standing in the door, watching the both of you. And in all honesty? He wasn't mad. He knew how he treated you and that you deserve better. If sapnap is the one to give you what you deserve then so be it. As long as you stay with him.

"Gonna cum.. please, baby!" You screamed out as you reached that high. Something inside of you snapped as the pleasure was released. The first orgasm in a while and your body decided to squirt on your friend's face.

Sap rutted his hips against the mattress, slurping up everything he could get while being careful not to choke on the amount of juices squirting out of you. It was hot, no question. Your fast breathes mixed with moans and whines mixed with the sound of slurping was ecstatic.

The Texas boy was out of it, not stopping until he was close, his dick pulsating in his own pants. Meanwhile, the ongoing pleasure was getting too much for you. Overwhelmed with everything, you begged him to stop. But both of you knew you didn't want to stop. There was still at least one orgasm he could pull out of you and Sapnap wanted it all.

But after all he looked up for a second, contemplating if you really did want him to stop. And while doing so he spotted the blond haired male, your excuse of a boyfriend, standing in the doorframe with his hand in his own pants and sweat forming on his forehead. He silently pleaded for the brunet to keep quiet about his present.

"Princess, I'm gonna make you mine alright? Gonna treat you better than he could ever do. That pathetic coward. You wanna be mine?"

His face now hovered over yours after finally deciding that his lips abused your drenched pussy long enough. Taking a glance at him you noticed how his lips and chin were coated in his juices but you couldn't care less. It was hot.

"Yes. Gonna be all yours Sap. All yours baby."

"Say it louder. Let everyone know."

Did he want to provoke the other male or just wanted you to be his, but your answers made him all hot and blushy.

"Yours! All yours!" You basically yelled while longing for a kiss. You tried to lean upwards to steal one but he held you down carefully with one hand while his other fumbled with his pants, desperate to pull them down. Leaking pre-cum making him feel slight discomfort in his tight underwear.

It took a while but he got rid of it after a while. "Fuck, i dont have a condom.."

"Don't worry, birth control. Wanna feel all of you."

He moaned out an incoherent response before he slowly pushed into you. He was careful with everything he did but inside he wanted to explode. The hot sensation of your walls around him causing him to whine as his length twitched inside of you. You knew he was close, and you were as well. Even though you both just started getting to the actual act of intercourse, you were lost.

Lost in desperation, satisfaction and pleasure. His thrusts were slow and loving but still destroyed your insides. He was average both in length and girth but when was the last time you actually had a dick inside of you?

You moaned in sync, whining and whispering small sweet nothings every now and then until his hands snaked down your body, resting on your clit he found suspiciously easy. His thumb pressed down on it lightly, circling it until you started to spasm under him.

This time you didn't even announce your orgasm, you just let it go. You felt ripped apart in the best way possible, carried on a cloud while being fucked out of your mind.

Sapnap felt your walls squeezing him and he couldn't hold it back anymore. He let out a pornographic moan as he came, painting your insides with his sticky, milky seeds before he kissed you with passion.

After you both pulled away from that kiss, breaths still heavy, he whispered quietly, "fuck.."

The next time the brunet looked into the direction of the door, Punz was gone. He was happy when he pulled you close against him, pleased with the heat your body radiated and the now slowed down breaths that signalized your sleep. "One day, you'll actually be mine, princess."