#sorry I'm obviously triggered and going

[qcoded]

I just rewatched sick & wired and holy SHIT I don't think there's a more insane example of Ray and Henry's dynamic being like. factually weird. because tell me WHY this man's first reaction upon Henry telling him he's too sick to go into work ( mind you he's been sick for MULTIPLE days ) is to throw something across the room, call henry a "rotten little mutt", and then install secret cameras in his house to spy on him 😭

I KNOW IT'S PLAYED FOR LAUGHS BECAUSE. it's Henry Danger. Like no shit it's insane but my jaw was genuinely DROPPED the whole episode .

TO TOP IT OFF, EVEN AFTER HENRY CONFRONTS HIM AND SAYS HE'S SICK, he proceeds to say ONCE AGAIN Henry is lying and that he'll just forgive him if he fesses up like. what. he doesn't even apologize after Henry vomited all over him (y'know. proving Ray wrong)

AGAIN. maybe I'm the weird one but the whole episode felt strange because it like. didn't feel that comedic? Like obviously it was but Ray's anger with the whole situation felt genuine to me and that gave it a certain tone of realism. Man, I don't remember Henry and Ray having this strange of a dynamic 😭

[chronurgy]

A video game update - I'm starting to close out the second act of pillars of eternity, though I need to finish up the first part of the white march dlc before I move on to act 3 proper. I love this game so much, I'm just having nonstop fun! Everyone sucks! Everyone has secrets! Everyone has doubts and suffers and is mcfucking going through it. I just finished Eder's personal quest, and fuuuck that hurt. It's so fucking sad and messy and unsatisfying in a way that feels so real. I'm so excited to get to everyone else's personal quests like I can't even explain it. It's just so compelling.

[wildflowercryptid]

something that's been weighing on my mind ever since learning about the situation with ezra / toonimal is seeing how these predators will take the active hostility that is frequently directed towards minors in online spaces to their advantage and use it to prey on vulnerable children. i think that we as adults in online fandom should probably come together and maybe rethink the language / manner we go about interacting with kids bc clearly the way things are rn is causing active harm.

like obviously, if you're an adult and aren't comfortable with minors interacting with you or your content, you should be allowed to set that boundary and should be vocal about it, ( especially if the content you create isn't safe for them to consume. ) but i don't think talking to them like they're a blight on all that is good and holy is the way to go about it. maybe just saying you're an 18 plus account will suffice, you don't have to tell them to fuck off.

[brightside-brigade]

So if I got diagnosed I could finally be a test subject again. That could be the closest to home I might ever get. I could get my own cell again. My own number. It could be okay. I want it back. I want the comfort of my number and the stability of a lab cell. The schedule. The quiet. It could be ok.

[sskk-manifesto]

♡

[anotherqueersnailowner]

I was just in the Trevor Projects fucking suicide lifeline queue for like 5 or 6 minutes yall if I hadn't already taken those pills and was like on the side of a building I'd be fucking dead

[asfdhgsdkjhgb]

guys i am going to have a breakdown why do i have to be so boring and lame :[ i fucking hate having a job and school and shit

[timkontheunsure]

Stolas' hints about the abuse

Stolas thinks Blitz's exes would actually try to kill him, when he was fine walking through them earlier. Maybe one or two would punch him.

But even Verosika, the most hurt of his exes, doesn't really want him dead. Unlike Stella does.

He talks about relationships being unfairly tethered. Thinking he'd trapped Blitz, like he was trapped to Stella.

Stolas flinches when screamed at.

That rough housing scares and triggers him. He is genuinely worried about M&M here.

And while he's not scared when Blitz tries it, it does still really does upset him.

That when he's depressed he blames himself; and his affair, for someone (Stella) trying to kill him.

Agreeing that maybe he doesn't deserve to live for leaving his wife. And trying to be happy with his boyfriend, and their children.

And Blitz does now know that Stolas' family is fine with killing him.

Blitz almost all has the puzzle pieces.

Edit: forgot this one that leads to a whole heap of them.

"I'm sorry nevermind. It's not a big deal.

I was just worried about you. You seemed very upset and you took off so fast.

But maybe I read too much into that that. I'm glad if that's not the case. I wasn't upset either.

I just wanted to make sure you weren't, and obviously you can handle any stupid joke a clown make.

Asmodeus can be very invasive in his humour. But I thought it was pretty funny myself. What he said about me at least. I enjoy being the subject of jest.

Maybe you can say mean things to me to me next time you come over".

Stolas tells Blitz to be mean and take the piss out of him, like Ozzie and Stella do. Just as long as he stays around.

And that he's used to being torn to pieces emotionally over things like how he loves his kid, or being gay.

Because it's always just a joke, and he's always the punchline.

That he's used to being physically grabbed and restrainted while these attacks happen.

And he's used to having things thrown at him and just having to take it, while he dislocates to get away in his mind at least.

Honestly if this leads to Blitz learning about Stella's sexual assault of Stolas; I don't know how easy it'd be too stop Blitz going on the war path.

[isetfiretomyself]

Soulmate AU Male Rich Yandere X G/N Reader

I forgot how much I LOVE Soulmate AUs. Like I love,love,love Soulmate AUs! And I feel like Rich/CEO Yanderes are a very popular so this is my interpretation! The ultimate fiction♡⁠(⁠˃͈⁠ ⁠દ⁠ ⁠˂͈⁠ ⁠༶⁠ ⁠) P.s I'm changing my layout from now on literally nobody cares but I wanted to mention it :-< - Jay

Trigger warnings! Controlling behaviour, Mentions of stalking, mentions of violence, Yandere behaviour, This is all fictional! I do not condone toxic behaviour irl!

💰 Rich Yandere who didn't grow up rich. He worked his business up from nothing and now he has everything he still feels alone.

💰 Rich Yandere who has to see your name on his ribcage everyday and grows to obsessed with it. Whilst being poor he always dreamed about meeting you. Now he's rich, he didn't do that by playing fair. He doesn't want you to see your soulmate like this.

💰 Obviously Rich Yandere looked into you. He became rich enough to have the best private investigator and not make a dent in his accounts.

💰 Rich Yandere who originally moved to a different country when he found out you guys were in the same one. He genuinely isn't trying to have a relationship THAT badly 😭

💰 Eventually it does sink in he's alone. Being so cold he lost anyone who genuinely cared for him , only leaving the money hungry to stay.

💰 Rich Yandere moved back to your country after a few years (yeah he's that stubborn) and tried to find you.

💰He met you working a minimum wage office job in marketing (The same company a certain PR manager is from). He wanted to act like a complete nobody but someone noticed him. Damn it he panicked. So he bought the business!

When you entered your office you noticed that something was off. You look around to see why everyone was whispering and talking in groups. "What's going on?" You ask a coworker. "Tobias -" you didn't hear the rest. You know that name, It's permanently on a wrist. You shake your head "I'm sorry,may you repeat the last part?" "I've bought over this company. I run a multimillion company and well might as well buy another to market it, right?"

💰 Rich Yandere was right behind you. You can feel his broad chest brush against your back. The rest of the office looks over at him ,he was almost looming over you.

💰 Rich Yandere smiled "Don't all look so worried, I'm got going to lay anyone off just yet!" He says whilst walking off. He's never been good at comforting people. "May we talk in private?" You look up at him. Once you two are in his office, you roll your sleeve up. "I want to resign, please!" You look away not wanting to make eye contact. "It's inappropriate if we're...y'know?" You're eyes were on the ground so you didn't see him step into your space and gently holds cups your face so you look at him. "Say it, say it and I'll let you quite." You. Were. Stunned. "Erm...say what sorry?" "Say we're soulmates, I want to hear it from you." "We're soulmates?"

💰Just like that Rich Yandere let go and started talking about different jobs he could transfer you to. Huh?

"Woah, woah, woah. Sorry? What do you mean?"

"I respect your professionalism but you can't just go jobless so I'll move you over to an ally's business and check up on how it's going every two weeks. Obviously one on one ,out of hours. Then it's just us."

I know this is an out of date meme but you are definitely like the shocked Pikachu right now.

💰Rich Yandere was originally content with the little meetings. By the time it had been a month he pushed the bar a little. Asking little personal questions here and there. He's not stupid, he knows he's attractive. He can see you get a little flustered.

One thing leads to enough and I want to say 4 months into being "friends" y'all definitely starting hooking up(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~

💰 Rich Yandere who couldn't help but ask.

"What do you like about me? Is it the money? The power? Or are you're just a fan of a pretty face"

"You cared."

💰Huh. Now it's Rich Yanderes turn to be confused. You explained that not many people would care about someone after they decided to quite and even if it's because they were soulmates it still meant something. And checking up on you or Being interested in your life and the little things just made you happy.

💰 Rich Yandere wasn't used to that. Now obviously y'all are soulmates but he STILL tried pushing you away a little before all of this. But after you being so genuine and not even one mention of his looks let alone his wealth. He was hooked.

💰 Rich Yandere started dating you. Pampering you, Driving you to work in his sports cars, Getting the best of the best of all your favourite foods.

💰 Rich Yandere who would get so moody when you didn't want to sleep over in his mansion. He even let you meet Biscuit! He's baby...well cat but he's definitely one of those pet owners.

💰Having such special treatment though doesn't make you popular at work. When you came to Rich Yandere upset about it he knew what he needed to do.

He got you that job. So he took it away just as quickly! Obviously you were upset but you'll understand!

💰 Rich Yandere managed to convinced you to move in full time! Might as well.

Now you didn't have a job he could show you off! Taking you to charity events and galas. He was living his best life but you were getting self conscious with all the publicity.

💰 Rich Yandere can handle that! He did research on how to be the best partner for life! (He thought boyfriend was too casual but you've refused to marry him yet)

What he wasn't ready for was a cruel comment from another rich nobody about your appearance.

💰Rich Yandere who hunted this guy down in about a day. He may make a public appearance but he's very careful about what he let's get out. Unlike this pitiful Geezer who bragged about his house in one interview!

You woke up to an empty bed.You look around the room. "Tobias?" You called out. You heard the front door open and you go follow the sound. Before you can even get out of bed Rich Yandere walks past and flops into bed with buster and bloody knuckles. "Where were you? What's happened to your hands?"

Rich Yandere just pulled you close to him. "Don't worry about it my love. I took care of everything."

[monotonykillsartist]

(Note this all before anyone outside of Fawcett knows who Billy batson is)

So Billy was in gotham for a simple mission, getting a magical herb that was local to Gotham. Obviously he had to come as Billy Batson and not as Captian Marvel cause he didn't want to get caught by batman. He was walking around a for a while before he spotted some of the herbs growing by an alleyway, with a grin he ran over. The sooner he got what he needed the sooner he could get out.

Unfortunately nothing in life could be that easy. In the middle of the alley there was a gun, with a grimce he picked it up. As he was contemplating how to properly throw away a gun, does it get recycled it's metal right? Or does it get thrown in the regular trash bin?

An ommunous cackling sound starts coming from the other side of the alley way and a shadow figure stands watching him. A trash can gets knocked over startling him and he accidentally pulls the trigger the figure drops, the laughter remains. Billy drops the gun and runs toward the figure with whispered profanity spilling from his mouth.

"I'm sorry, it was an accident" in rushes in a panic trying to stop the bleeding but the man dressed as a clown stops laughing and still a wide smile on his face.

"HELP!! SOMEBODY PLEsse" his voice wavers he's still putting pressure on the bullet wound. A thud drops down behind him. "It was an accident, I don't, I think" he sniffles "I killed him" he whispers out.

He turns and looks at who he persums is batman behind him and instead finds a man stock still with red metal helmet with glowing eyes. He shivers, red hood, he's not opposed to killing the bad guys like batman.

"I swear it was an accident I didn't- I wouldn't- ...I did it tho I killed him" Billy looked away from red hood and back at the man he killed, he was dressed as a clown gods was he going to a birthday party did he not only kills someone but also ruin another kids party. He is the worst.

"You-" a shaky voice starts hesitated for a second before continuing, "fuck you killed the Joker, that's-" he breaks off into a wet sounding laugh. Billy tenses shit did this guy know this clown was it for his kids birthday.

"It's fine kid your all good. I can take care of it from here. Don't play with guns, tho got it" Red hood says his voice sounding oddly warm.

\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\

(So I had a couple ideas for this same premise, Billy accidentally or sometimes "accidentally shooting and killing the Joker so here's another route this could have taken)

"HELP!! SOMEBODY PLEsse" his voice wavers he's still putting pressure on the bullet wound. A thud drops down behind him. "It was an accident, I don't, I think" he sniffles "I killed him" he whispers out.

"Fuuuuccccckkkk did that kid kill the joker!" A baffled voice asks. Billy turns to see two cops and picks his lips nervously.

"Hey kid common up back away from him, Jim watch the kids, could be a set up" Billy swallow and walks over to the cop who remained behind eyes trained on his partner one hand ready to radio for help the other hovering over his holster.

"Shit, well I'll be damned. The kid got a lucky shot." The cop who approached the body said with a grin after checking for a pulse. "Officer Jackson speaking, the jokers dead" he spoke into his radio.

"Are you sure?" A voice asked over the radio in disbelief "pretty sure, bullet through the heart would have died almost instantly no pulse kicked him even no response, sucker's dead as a door knob" the office replied relief and joy in his voice.

"Aye Jim take the kid out for dinner kid deserves it, wait yold on" officer Jackson says pulling out his wallet pulls out 4 20s and a couple tens. "Here kid take this, all ongot on me right now but I feel like I gotta give you something not enough but all I got on me"

\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\

(Or if it does end up going to court)

Billy on the stand: I did it I killed.

Lawyer: please don't listen to my client he is in shock he had a recent encounter with the Joker

Judge nodding along: strick that from the record and disregard that statement

Jury after seeing a grainy video of Billy shooting the joker: he is guilt free let the child go and he should be given a sum of money for the court wasting his time

**************

The watchtower

Captian marvel: hey bats I hope you had a good birthday

Batman grunt

Billy as Cap grins what do you get for a man who can have buy or do anything something he can't buy or do himself. Like kill his sons killer. Pss he's been in several wars and has a license to kill what one more body to the count. He does notice that batman looks alot less stress then he usually does. Best birthday present ever.

[lvnleah]

You do platonic fics too right??

I'm thinking R is Kyra's younger sister and has always been attached to her side, wanting to go everywhere she goes since she could walk and now Kyra obviously lives in London so the distance is hard for the both of them

Could write something about her handling the distance and missing the milestones in each other's lives until they finally get to reunite with R and their family surprising Kyra at a game (Normal or Champions League whichever you decide)

You pick whatever age you think is best. Child, teen, anything!

i changed this around a little! reader is autistic in this 🫶🏻

You’d always been Kyra’s shadow.

Even when you were tiny, you were always toddling after her with arms stretched out. You always admired Kyra and Kyra never pushed you away. 

Not once. 

Even when your other siblings or Kyra’s friends rolled their eyes or groaned when you tagged along, Kyra would always make sure you came with. “Come on, little shadow. Let’s go.” She always whispered. 

You followed her everywhere. Wherever Kyra was, you were never too far behind. You copied everything she did down to a t. Kyra never once complained, sure she moaned about it sometimes but she loved it really. 

When you got your Autism diagnosis at the age of ten, Kyra was the person who helped you figure it all out. She never once judged you for it. She helped you figure out your needs, your anxieties and everything from sensory issues to what triggered things the most. 

She was your safest place. She was your big sister, your hero, your person.

When she left to play for Hammarby IF, you were only fifteen. It was a lot to manage but you got through it. You coped with late night or early morning FaceTime calls and texts whenever you felt stressed, even if you didn’t get a reply till 2am. 

You were happy that Kyra was chasing her dreams but part of you hated your sister being away most of the time. 

So when the World Cup rolled around in the summer of 2023, you were more than excited. It meant that you got more time with Kyra and that summer you did. When she wasn’t training and had a day off, she spent it with you. She made special arrangements, like the sensory room, for the matches you wanted to be at. 

You loved having your Kyra at home. 

So when she left again, it hurt. More than usual.

Because this time, she’d stayed longer at home.

The World Cup summer was magic. You was older now. You were nineteen and not a clingy kid anymore, but she still let you braid her hair before matches and lay your head on her shoulder on the couch. 

You watched the world fall in love with her, but she was still just Ky to you. Your Kyra.

And then she was gone again.

This time to England. Arsenal. A dream for her, a gaping hole for you.

You tried to be happy. You were happy. Proud, so proud of what your sister was achieving. But you missed her. And the time difference made everything harder.

You couldn’t just call after a rough day. Couldn’t swing by her room. Couldn’t hear her laugh echoing down the hall or hear her shout for you to bring her tea or use you as a slave to get her something.

She missed your 20th birthday, too. She cried on the phone. So did you. It wasn’t her fault. She couldn’t get time in her schedule to fly over for a few days like she usually would. Her routine was stricter at Arsenal. 

You tried to pretend it didn’t bother you.

You told everyone it was fine. That she’d called. That she sent the gift. That it wasn’t a big deal.

But it was.

Kyra had never missed your birthday before.

Not once.

Not when she was playing in Melbourne. Not even in Sweden. She’d always made it home, even if it was just for 24 hours, even if she had to spend more time on a plane than she did at your party.

This time, it was different.

She sent you a necklace. A delicate little charm with your birthstone and a tiny silver heart. It came with a note that read:

“To my little shadow. Twenty suits you, you oldie. I’m sorry I can’t be there, I’ll make it up to you the second I can. I love you! - Ky x”

You wore it every day. Even when it clashed with your outfit or got tangled in your hoodie strings, you still wore it. 

But no amount of jewellery or video calls or voice notes could replace her being with you. Her laugh. Her way of knowing something was wrong before you even said a word.

It was just harder this time. Harder because she’d been home for so long. Harder because she’d made the effort to understand your world, not just live in it.

Kyra got you, she always did. 

When Arsenal finally announced their tour in Australia, you felt like you could breathe again.

You didn’t even try to act chill about it. You squealed. Full-body, hands-flapping, spinning-in-a-circle kind of squealing. 

“Thank god, now she’ll shut up about Kyra coming home.” Your little sister murmured. 

The match was in Sydney. A few hours’ drive, nothing your family hadn’t done a dozen times before. You packed your overnight bag a full week early and triple-checked it every day. Your spare headphones, your weighted hoodie, your fidget toys for support. And your necklace. Always your necklace.

The match day felt unreal. You wore her number on your back, surrounded by red and white. The stadium buzzed, and there was a lot of noise. It always was but you were prepared. Kyra had helped you write a match-day plan the week before, voice-noted every part of it so you could play it on loop.

Finally match day came. 

You were fine during the match but the second it ended, you felt yourself getting more and more overwhelmed. The fans, the shouting, everything was too much. You clutched your fidget toy tight in one hand and your phone in the other. Your eyes were locked on the pitch, scanning for her.

And then there she was.

Kyra spotted you immediately. She waved, then jogged toward the sideline, You stood frozen, shoulders tight, mouth slightly open but unable to move. You wanted to go to her. You needed to. 

Kyra reached the barrier, her face softening as soon as she saw you up close. She knew. Of course she knew.

You didn’t say anything, you couldn’t, but she didn’t need you to. She took one look at your stiff posture and wide eyes and called gently over the noise, “Hey, come here.”

You took one hesitant step forward, still mute. Then a security guard stepped between you.

“Sorry, can’t let anyone through here,” he said, holding out a hand across the small opening in the railing.

“She’s my sister,” Kyra said, voice calm but firm. “She’s autistic, I just need two minutes with her, please. Just two.”

“I understand, but we can’t allow fans over the barrier. Players are expected back in the tunnel.”

“I know,” Kyra said, and you saw the frustration build behind her eyes. “I’m not asking for a stadium tour. She’s struggling, she just needs. Can I bring her over to the side? Just here?”

“She needs to go through the main concourse like everyone else,” the guard said. “Sorry, it’s policy.”

You stood there frozen, blinking fast. Your hoodie suddenly felt too heavy. You didn’t like confrontation, and this felt too loud. Even without anyone yelling. You gripped the railing with white knuckles, focusing on the cool metal so you wouldn’t shut down completely.

“She’s not a fan, she’s my sister. And she’s not okay right now,” Kyra snapped.

“It’s just rules.”

That’s when you shrank back, eyes watering but still dry, your body locked in place. You didn’t cry, you couldn’t, but your lips parted like you wanted to say something and nothing came out.

Kyra saw it. Her whole body deflated in that way only you recognised, a switch from frustration to fierce protectiveness. 

“It’s okay,” she said. “You’re doing so good, shadow. Just breathe with me. One in, one out. I’m right here.”

You nodded, barely, but it was enough.

The steward looked uncomfortable now, finally realising something wasn’t right. “I—I can radio someone,” he mumbled, “but they don’t usually make exceptions.”

Kyra didn’t even look at him this time. She stayed focused on you. “You’re okay. Do you want to come around, or do you want me to stay right here?”

You tapped your fingers against your leg, trying to ground yourself enough to decide.

Then someone else came over. A woman in an official Arsenal jacket, a staff member, her expression soft as she leaned in to speak to the steward.

“She’s family,” the woman said, “Let her through. This isn’t a random request.”

The guard hesitated, then nodded.

The woman turned to you. “You okay if I walk you over? You don’t have to say anything, just nod.”

You nodded, small and shaky, and followed her, fingers brushing the necklace at your collarbone the whole way.

Kyra was waiting, arms open, and the second you reached her, she wrapped you in a hug that melted all the buzzing noise around you. The world shrank back down to something bearable.

You didn’t say anything, still couldn’t, but you didn’t have to. Kyra rubbed your back and whispered, “You did it. I’m so proud of you. I’ve missed you so much.”

You nodded again, buried in her shoulder, and felt the safest you had in months.

Kyra didn’t let go of your hand. Not even for a second. She guided you through the barrier with one arm protectively wrapped around your shoulder, keeping you tucked against her side. 

You clung to her shirt, fingers curled tight in the damp fabric near her waist. You were still shaking a little, the noise still ringing in your ears, but Kyra kept whispering to you.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay. We’re nearly out. Just a few more steps.”

Everything blurred after that. Faces, lights, voices. The concrete tunnel swallowed up the stadium noise, and your body started to come back online. Slowly. Piece by piece. You could feel your toes again. The necklace against your skin. Kyra’s thumb rubbing soft circles over your knuckles.

You didn’t let go of her hand.

Not even when she stopped just inside the tunnel, out of view from the crowd, and crouched in front of you to look up at your face.

“Hey,” she murmured, her voice soft and careful. “Are you still in it, or are you starting to come back?”

You blinked at her. Swallowed. Nodded just a little.

Kyra smiled. “Good. That was too much, huh?”

You nodded again, faster this time.

“I’m sorry,” she said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “They weren’t supposed to make a big deal. I made arrangements. I told them. But you did amazing. You didn’t run. You didn’t panic. You stayed with me, yeah?”

You did. You always did.

“I’m taking you to the changing rooms,” she said. “Just for a bit. Then we’ll go back to the hotel and meet mum, or wherever you want, okay?”

You didn’t answer. But you squeezed her hand, and that was enough.

Kyra stood and turned to walk again, guiding you gently deeper into the tunnel, past camera gear and team staff. Her grip never left yours.

“Steph’s in the changing room,” she added casually. “She’s been dying to meet you.”

You blinked. That name you recognised.

Steph. Her teammate. The one from Arsenal. The one that was always in the background for your FaceTime calls. You hesitated at the threshold of the players’ lounge

“Hey, pest! Is this your sister?” She asked, a kind smile on her face. 

Kyra nodded. “This is my shadow.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” she said warmly. “I’m Steph. Been hearing about you non-stop since I met your sister.”

You clung a little tighter to Kyra.

“She’s had a big day,” Kyra explained, giving Steph a glance. “The crowd, the stewards—”

“Say no more,” Steph said instantly. “Come sit with us, yeah? It’s quiet in here. You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to.”

Kyra guided you to the padded bench near the lockers and sat beside you, still keeping contact. Steph sat on the opposite side. 

“You’re alright, kiddo,” Steph said softly. “Tough day, huh? But you made it. You’re here. That’s massive!”

You didn’t talk, not yet. For the first time all day, your shoulders loosened.

You were safe.

You were with Kyra.

No one pushed you to talk. Steph just sat there, still in her boots and half her kit, making quiet conversation with Kyra like you weren’t expected to join but were welcome anytime. Kyra kept you anchored beside her, one arm draped around your back as you played with the fidget cube in your lap, the cool click-click of it grounding you bit by bit.

After a while, Kyra asked. “Wanna eat something? I know you didn’t really eat today.”

You shrugged.

“Not a trick question,” she said gently, brushing your hair back. “Just asking. We can go when you’re ready. Or we can stay here and eat something easy.”

Steph perked up. “They’ve still got the post-match food around, but it’s all protein pasta and weird green smoothies. Not really a comfort meal.”

“Don’t suppose they’ve got pizza?” Kyra asked, smirking.

Steph looked thoughtful, then pulled her phone from her pocket. “No, but I’ve got a delivery app and no shame. What’s your go-to? Margherita? Hawaiian? You can even commit crimes and put pineapple on it, no judgement here.”

You hesitated, glancing up. Kyra was watching you closely, silently encouraging you. You mumbled something. 

“What was that?” Steph gently asked. 

“…Hawaiian,” you said, just above a whisper.

“Excellent choice! I’ll chuck in garlic bread and wedges. Sound good?”

You nodded. Kyra gave you a gentle squeeze.

It arrived twenty minutes later, handed off to a staff member who brought it straight into the lounge. The smell hit you first. It was warm, cheesy, familiar. Comfort in a cardboard box.

Kyra got everything out while Steph opened a water bottle and nudged it toward you.

You reached for the slice Kyra handed you, hands a little steadier now. The first bite was the best. And somehow, sitting between Kyra and Steph, the world felt smaller, quieter, safer.

Steph took a bite of her own slice and groaned dramatically. “Okay, yeah, you’ve got great taste. You’re officially the best Cooney-Cross!”

Kyra snorted, pretending to be offended. “Excuse me? I’m the best!”

“Nah,” Steph said with a wink in your direction. “Your sibling outranks you now. That’s the rule.”

You didn’t mean to laugh. It just came out, small and sudden. But the second you did, both Kyra and Steph lit up like it was Christmas morning.

“There it is,” Steph grinned. “Knew we’d get a smile out of you.”

Kyra bumped her shoulder into yours gently. “Told you pizza solves everything.”

It didn’t, not really. It didn’t fix the loud or the scary or the ache in your chest from missing her. But it helped. Kyra’s arm around you. Steph’s easy warmth. The safe space they made just for you.

You weren’t at home. But maybe this could be one, too.

Just for tonight.

[walkingstackofbooks]

Just rewatched this scene again and actually it's terrifyingly easy?! I'm honestly not certain if Quark didn't accidentally trigger Julian here 😅

Like, he totally switches from confidently playing, to suddenly going still and quiet - the kind of body language that in other episodes (DBIP, Prodigal Daughter, even Inquisition) I would label as "sick with anxiety", if not "10 seconds away from a panic attack". And by the end of the game Julian is ridiculously out of it - that's not just "lack of focus", right?

The ease to which Quark emotionally manipulates Julian into losing his tongo game is insane 😂 like he's being so obvious about it too

[cloudyskydreams]

So who doesn't cry easily ends up crying. UT,UF,US ,HT

So this was actually requested by @ashswordsman859! My ask box ate the request whoops!

Sorry this took so freaking long my motivation comes and goes like the wind and I'm a simple kite with a hole in it trying to catch some air time. Underfell was my fav my write.

Anyways hope you guys enjoy!

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Undertale:

Sans: Shocked and worried. I mean he's so shocked he kind of forgets what to do for a second. When he snaps out of it he breaks the ice by telling a joke and if that doesn't help he simply pats your back and lets you cry it out. Staying by your side the whole time till you're alright enough to tell him what's wrong if you want to.

Papyrus: tears seen? mother hen mode activated. He's by your side rubbing your back and whispering soothing words. He'll stay by your side and wrap you in his big arms pulling you into his lap so you can cling to him as you cry it out. He's of course intrigued he's never seen you cry before so he questions you on what happened gently. It's up to you if you wanna tell him or not.

Underfell:

Red:Freezes and starts to sweat. Bbg what's wrong. He'll cuddle up close to you and start to purr like he used to when edge was a babybones and use the most gentlest voice he has. Watching you cry after never having seen it is like watching his brother breakdown for the first time again but he refuses to be as helpless this time. Trys his hardest to comfort you and absolutely figures out what caused it so he can either kick it's ass or be more cautious of certain stuff in the future.

Edge: He treats you how he treats his drunken crying brother at first, with hesitant it's alrights and you're okays. He knows you don't cry easily and he doesn't really know what to do in this situation at first. So he eventually just does what he wishes someone would do to him. He wraps you in his arms gently and rocks you back and forth whispering it's okay to cry and to let it all out that your safe. He'll be sure to find out what happened so he can ensure it doesn't happen again.

Underswap:

Stretch: Is a little awkward upon seeing you cry. He's good at reading people so he probably knew it was coming before it happened and he was prepping himself but couldn't enough in time. Speaks calmly and helps you to the couch as he rubs your back. He'll get a cup of water and golden flower tea going and bring it back to you. Comforts you to the best of his ability with jokes and soft words as he traces small pictures into your back. Makes sure your hydrated after crying then asks what's up so he can make sure a repeat doesn't happen.

Blue: Blue gets overwhelmed sometimes and crys he gets it. He's worried obviously and does the same as his brother in getting you water for after the crying. Holds your hand reassuringly as he sits next to you and softly speaks to you about random things trying to distract your mind. When you've calmed down he reassures you and then asks what happened. Doesn't baby you the rest of the day but sticks by your side a lot more and is way more cuddly.

Horrortale:

Axe:Internally freaking out. He's frozen for a few seconds before he picks you up and sets you on his lap wrapping you in his arms so your engulfed in him. It's like a sensory heaven and you have a safe place to cry it out and he rubs your back. He doesn't say anything even when your done crying he just sorta looks at you questioningly with his eyelights shrunken. Writes down what happened and what triggered it so he doesn't forget and is defined more cuddlier the rest of the day.

Willow: He freezes for just a moment before he quickly scoops you up in his arms and starts rocking you back in forth kind of like a parent would a crying baby. He speaks softly reassurances to you as you sob in his arms and once you've calmed down he'll set you down after squeezing you gently and ask if you want to talk about it. He's willing to help out if it's a problem and if it something he can't really help with he'll just reassure you on the subject the best he can.

[vigilante-3073]

Harm

Edward Cullen x Female Reader (Platonic)

Summary: Y/N has always had issues with physical contact and Edward never understood why until an accidental touch brings up unpleasant memories for her.

TW: Mentions of sexual assault, death and molestation, angst.

*Contains mature themes that could be triggering*

Y/N had always had an issue when it came to physical contact, she would shift away like any kind of unexpected touch made her squeamish. Edward had never questioned it, simply assuming that it had been a matter of personal preference. Physical contact had never been a big factor in their friendship and Edward found it easy to respect her boundaries.

Most people were willing to accept her dislike of physical touch, but there would always be people who didn't understand or respect her wishes.

They were walking down the hallway talking about their biology assignment when Emmett ran up behind Y/N and grabbed her waist. She let out a panicked scream as memories began to race through her mind. The memories were so powerful that Edward couldn't keep himself from hearing them.

"Here, munchkin, I got you a toy, but you can only have it if you promise not to tell anyone about our little game," The man said to a 5-year-old Y/N.

The sound of a belt buckle clinking and a sudden unyielding feeling of fear overcame everything.

"Such a good little girl," The man said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before leaving her bedroom.

The memories continued to fly by, each one more unpleasant than the last. It was years of torture, fear and abuse. Her emotions were overwhelming as the memories began to resurface, like a festering wound that never healed.

Emmett set her down on her feet and she immediately broke free of his hold, running down the hallway and into the girl's bathroom.

"The hell was that about?" Emmett asked.

Edward shook his head before quickly following after her. He pushed aside his discomfort and made his way into the women's restroom. Edward moved over to the stall where Y/N had fallen to her knees, coughing and retching as she threw up.

Edward held her hair back, providing silent comfort as she continued to get sick. The memories obviously weighed heavily enough on her to produce such a visceral response.

She finished getting sick before slowly shifting onto her butt, leaning back against the wall of the bathroom stall. Tears rolled down her cheeks as Edward reached past her and flushed the toilet. He stepped away and wet some paper towel for her before returning to her side.

He held out the paper towel to her and she took it silently, wiping her mouth. Edward watched her, listening to her erratic heartbeat as it began to return to normal.

"Who was it?" Edward asked, she gulped, "My uncle," Y/N admitted softly.

"How long?" Edward asked.

"Until I was twelve," She stated.

"Where is he now?" Edward questioned.

Y/N shrugged, "I don't know," She said, toying with the paper towel in her hands.

"Did you ever tell anyone?" Edward asked.

She shook her head, "No, I was-I was scared and I just- I felt like it was my fault," Y/N said shakily, more tears gathering in her eyes.

"You were a child," Edward said, kneeling down beside her.

Y/N scoffed, "I could have said something but I didn't... I thought that no one would believe me," Y/N said, wiping the tears from her cheeks.

"I'm sorry that you felt like you were alone in that, Y/N. No one should have to go through that," Edward said.

Touch had become an evil thing for her. That man, that family member, had taken her choice away and robbed her of her innocence. Y/N was just a child when he took advantage of her and it went on for years before she was able to escape him.

Y/N was abused and manipulated into thinking that no one would believe her. She endured years of pain and lived in a state of constant fear of this man who was supposed to be someone she could rely on.

He was family.

...

Edward took some time away from school after that day. He told Y/N that he was going to see his cousins, but he wasn't going to Alaska. Edward went to Y/N's hometown and found her uncle stumbling drunkenly out of a bar.

The stench of alcohol permeated the man's entire being as he staggered over to his truck. He fumbled for his keys in his pocket, dropping them down onto the pavement with a mumbled curse. The man bent down to pick them up and Edward had appeared in front of him when he straightened up.

"The hell do you want, kid?" The man asked.

"I'm a friend of Y/N's," Edward said.

"Oh, wow, I haven't seen her in years," The man chuckled.

"You mean that you haven't assaulted her in years?" Edward questioned, eerily calm.

The man scoffed, "Now, I don't know what she told you-," He started.

Edward didn't allow him to finish, grabbing onto his throat and slamming him back against the side of his vehicle. The metal caved in from the force, knocking the wind out of the man.

"I know all about what you did to her and you deserve to endure a lifetime of suffering for it," Edward growled, leaning closer to him and tightening his hold around the man's neck.

He sputtered, hands shoving desperately at Edward's chest to try and push him away.

Edward felt like an avenging angel in this moment, choking the life out of such a vile man. It brought him comfort to know that he would be removing a very evil person from the world.

Edward leaned in and bit into the side of the man's neck, shredding the arteries and spilling his blood in the parking lot brutally.

He pulled away, watching the life drain from the man's face, "You will never hurt her or anyone else ever again," Edward said before letting him go.

He watched the man's body slide down to the ground, gasping and gurgling on his own blood as he died. This man was a predator and he finally knew what it felt like to become the prey.

...

Edward returned to Forks a day later with red eyes, Carlisle knew what he had left to accomplish and chose not to acknowledge it. Even Carlisle had to allow him leniency in this case, violence was never the answer until it was the only answer available.

That man was sick and he deserved to suffer for what he had done to such a kind person, a child nonetheless. He could not be saved or changed and the world would be a better place without him in it.

Edward never told Y/N about what he had done that day, but he would never forget the day her mother had told her the news. They thought it was an animal attack, her mother called it 'gruesome' and 'awful.' She had said that the animal responsible hadn't been located, but assured Y/N that they were searching for it.

Edward watched the look of recognition cross Y/N's face before her glossy eyes slowly came to focus on him. She hung up the phone, dropping it down on her bed.

"What happened?" Edward asked.

"My uncle is dead... They said it was an animal attack," Y/N said.

"Seems to be happening a lot lately," Edward stated.

Y/N stepped over to him, sliding her arms around him and pressing herself against his chest. Edward slowly wrapped his arms around her, holding her gently.

"Thank you," She mumbled, a few warm tears soaking into his shirt.

"You're welcome," Edward said.

She let out a soft breath before her body began to shake with sobs. Y/N cried until she had nothing left in her, standing silently with her head on his chest and her arms wrapped tightly around him.

His shirt had been saturated with her tears and he could feel her beginning to shiver from the ice cold temperature of his body. Edward wanted to get her a blanket or a warm cup of tea, but he knew that she needed this. She needed to hold onto him and feel safe.

Edward had protected her more than anyone else had and Y/N finally allowed herself to enjoy the touch of another person. Y/N would never have to live in fear of that man again and maybe she would eventually be able to tell her family about what he did to her. And if she didn't, her secret would rot in the ground with her abuser.

[wynn-43]

lee minho ~ so tight i'd bruise you

lee minho x gn! reader song: Wild Blue Yonder wc: 4.6k (sorry) warnings: very suggestive at one point (highlighted by °˖✧✿✧˖°), numerous sex jokes (like so many), non-idol AU, they're so in love, strangers to lovers, swearing, reader gets miagranes, mentions of not great friends, they get engaged, scary films, this is so cheesy and silly a/n: red hair lino... the things i'd do for you... anyways! next installment of my The Amazing Devil series!

31st of May, 2019

The lights were so bright, each vibrant flash of RBG dizzying you further. Your head hurt, the pain throbbing in beat with the obnoxiously loud music. You tried to find an exit, some way out of this swirling mass of people, who were sticking together with sweat and spilt drinks.

You stumble around, eyes unfocused as you somehow spot the red-brick of the wall behind the bar. You make your way towards it, narrowly avoiding multiple drunk girls running towards the bathrooms.

You manage to find a seat at the bar, leaning your elbows against the bartop and closing your eyes, trying to block out the light.

“You okay?” You vaguely hear a voice quietly ask.

You blink your eyes open and once your eyes adjust, you’re met with the face of a beautiful man. His dark cherry hair complimented his glowing skin and his deep brown eyes were cat-like– sharp, slightly slanted and full of curiosity. A slight smirk rested on his rosy lips and despite his confident aura, you could see a soft pink blush dusting his neck and ears as you stared at him.

“Hello?” He asked, starling you out of your staring.

“Uh yeah.” You're interrupted by a jolt of pain in your head. “No. No I am not.” You squeeze your eyes shut.

“Oh” He says, obviously surprised by your honesty. “Do you need to go outside?”

“Mhm.” You hum, eyes still squeezed shut.

“Do you need help?” He asks, an odd softness in his voice for someone he just met.

“Uh yes please.” You said, opening your eyes again, wincing at the sudden light change.

“Okay, I will be right there, one second.” He says before rushing off.

All of a sudden he’s at your side, gently taking your elbow and guiding you towards an exit.

The rush of cold air combined with the quieting of the music and the absence of obscenely loud music immediately make you feel better- with the pain quieting down to a gentle thrum every so often.

“So are you okay? You looked really pale back there.” The boy softly asked, eyes focused on you with a mix of concern and inquisitiveness.

“Uh yeah. Migraine. Sorry. Thank you for helping, you can uh, go back if you need.” You fumble, looking to the ground to avoid his beautiful face.

“I took five so it’s all good. Plus, my boss would kill me if anything happened to a customer.” He laughs nervously. “But seriously, are you sure you’re okay?”

You shuffle, barely looking up to meet his gaze before averting your eyes again. “Uh yeah. I think so. It’s my fault, any sort of loud and flashy parties always trigger my migraines.”

“And yet your friends threw you one anyway…” He says???

“Yeah. Uh- wait, how did you know that?” You ask, making eye contact, ignoring the butterflies in your stomach.

He chuckles, “It’s a small bar, there’s only so many birthdays happening at once.”

“Oh” You laugh.” “Yeah, that makes sense.”

You, you told me I was younger (without you, I'm stronger, I'm no longer) That I was filled with wonder How wrong you were For you, I would have gone so much blonder (my lungs were pulled asunder by)

“Happy 25th Birthday by the way. You’re lucky you're still young and filled with wonder.” He says casually, leaning against the wall.

You laugh. “There’s no way you’re that much older than me.”

“Come on, you’re, what, 30? 35?” you tease, laughing at his look of mock offense.

“I’ll have you know I am 27!” he said indignantly.

“HAH! You’re less than a year older than me! Going on about how and filled with wonder, how wrong you were!” You dramatically taunt, making him laugh.

“Fine, fine you got me there.” Glancing down at his watch, his eyes widened.

“Shoot I have to go back.” he says, pushing himself off the wall. “How are you getting home?” he asks.

“Oh, I was just going to walk,” you pause, noticing his astonished look.

“Absolutely not.” He checks his watch again. “I’m off in 15 minutes. Can you wait that long? Then I’ll drive you home.” You once again notice his neck and ears growing pink, brighter this time.

You smirk, “Oh you wanna take me home?” You tease, mentally noticing how his neck and ears turn a vibrant red.

“I-” he stutters. “I just want you to get home safe or whatever.”

“Well, I appreciate it Mr. Wait what’s your name? You ask.

He smiles, “Minho.”

“Well, thank you Mr. Minho, that would be very much appreciated.” You try to hide your growing smile.

“Okay great, you wait here, I’ll see you in 15.” He says as the door swings open, the sudden assault of flashing lights and loud music makes you flinch as the pain spikes up again.

You press yourself against the wall, gasping for air as it feels like your lungs are being pulled apart. After the door closes, you take a few steadying breaths as the pain subsides. You relish in the feeling of the cold night-air enveloping your skin, the pain dissipating with each gentle breeze.

By the time Minho comes back out the pain is virtually gone, replaced with a slight buzz from the cider you’d drank earlier that evening.

“Thanks for waiting.” Minho smiles upon noticing you standing there, almost as if he was surprised you actually waited.

“Why are you thanking me, you're the one driving me home.” You laugh.

He laughs as he leads you towards his car. You gingerly sit in the passenger seat, trying to be cautious with how nice of a car it was.

“So what’s the address?” he asks as he rests his hand on the back of your seat, looking back to make his way out of the parking space.

You feel your throat dry as butterflies swarm in your stomach and you manage to stutter out your address. Whilst your eyes are fixated on your hands resting in your lap, you’re sure that you can see him smirking in the corner of your eye.

“What’s your name by the way? You never told me.” He inquires after putting your address into the car's GPS.

After you introduce yourself the two of you fall into quiet small talk before he arrives out the front of your small apartment.

“Is this it?” He asks, parking once you nod.

“Thank you so much for driving me here.” You say, before the two of you fall into an awkward silence.

“Uh, do you want to come in?” You ask, blushing furiously once you realise what you said.

If it wasn’t for the dark, you would’ve seen him blush furiously, but despite his flusteredness, he remains calm, smirking. “Sure.”

Seen that wild blue yonder and said, "Let's end this, too" So one last time, love, come and rip my clothes off Grip the bathroom rug my skin's grown so soft (Get a grip, we're grown-ups)

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Next thing you know, you’re pressed against the interior of your front door, his mouth hot and urgent against yours. As his lips trail down your neck, you grab at the blue leather jacket on his shoulders, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor.

“Just so you know” you gasp as he kisses at your neck “I never do this.”

“Same” he murmurs, momentarily pulling back to breathe.

“No like never” You resist a whine as he pulls back.

“You’re a virgin?” he asks, eyes wide with surprise.

“Oh my god, no!” you exclaim, cheeks burning. “I just mean, I’ve never had a hookup before. I’m not… I just haven’t.”

“Oh,” he smirks, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Then I’m honored to be your first.” He leans in, reclaiming your lips with a smile.

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1st of June, 2019

The next morning you wake up early, shocked at how well you slept. Still groggy, you move to get up, before noticing the weight of an arm draped over you and your memories from last night come flooding back.

You stand up, gently removing Minho’s arm and moving a pillow under it, careful not to wake him. You tiptoe towards the bathroom, quickly getting into the shower, sighing as the hot water hits your skin.

The shower was the one place you felt you could relax and unwind- you always used it as a way to collect your thoughts, the gentle rhythm of the water providing a backing music for your racing thoughts.

You step out of the shower, drying yourself off and reveling in the softness of your skin. You decide to make breakfast, assuming pancakes are a good bet, even if you knew absolutely nothing about the man now laying in your bed.

You’re standing there humming to yourself as you flip the final pancake, mentally preparing yourself for going to wake up and confront the man when you turn, suddenly finding yourself looking at said man.

His hair was fluffy and slightly messy from sleep and the neck of his shirt was sliding down on one side exposing his shoulder. He looked confused and you noticed the pile of his belongings in his hands.

“Oh! Good morning, I was just about to wake you.” You place the pancake down before looking back at him, his expression confused. “Are you leaving already? I thought you might want pancakes.” You try to remain casual with your words.

“I assumed you’d want me gone. I mean I wake up and you’re not there…” Minho trails off, laughing. “But pancakes sound lovely, thank you!”

“Oh no I was just hungry,” you laugh along, trying to relieve some of the awkward tensions between you two. “And I always wake up early,” you add.

“How’d you know I like pancakes?” He enquires some time later, that curious glint returning to his eyes.

“Oh, I just figured it was a safe bet.” You giggle.

“So.” Minho starts, making your heart rate spike with anxiety. “We should probably talk about, uh, this.” He gestures between the two of you.

“Oh right. Yeah, uh, sorry.” You stumble over your words, unsure as to where this was going.

“No! No, don’t apologise.” He says, squeezing your knee under the table. “I just uh- wanted to make things clear y’know.” You nod slowly.

“Um, I don’t, y’know, usually do hookups. But there’s something about you.” You look up, noticing the flush of red on his neck and ears.

“I don’t know. I just feel…” he pauses, making eye contact with you, “drawn to you.”

You feel your face heating up and you clear your throat, “Yeah, no me too.” You swallow hard.

“Like, I know we just met, but, there's something about you…” You look back into his eyes, blushing furiously at the soft look in them.

He laughs at your fluster, “I’m glad it’s not just me!”

There’s a pause for a minute or so.

“So, uh, what now?” You ask, still unsure.

“Well um, are you busy today?” Minho asks, that sly smirk back on his lips.

Let's wander 'til the fuckers demand an encore Flirting (wasn't flirting) at the back of a bookshop Come and rip off my socks like you're blasting the locks off of a bank vault (halt) This time we're done for

The two of you end up spending the day together. You walk around your local shops, grabbing a coffee together and talking about yourselves.

You find out he works as a bartender at night so that he can teach dance and volunteer at the local cat shelter during the day. He has three cats that live with his parents, but he visits them weekly and he really enjoys cooking.

In turn, you tell him about your life, what you do for work and how you ended up here. You tell him about your interests, about your friends and you find out you have a shared love for camping and reading.

The two of you visit a bookshop, one of the cute ones with a coffee shop attached. The two of you walk along the rows and rows of books, pointing out the ones you’ve read and the ones you want to.

You notice him giggling as he holds a book. “What are you doing?” You ask suspiciously as you approach him.

His giggles intensify as he tries to talk. “Ar-are you Brenna Yovanoff? Because I want to get rid of The Space Between Us.” He holds out the book in his hands, showing you a copy of The Space Between, laughing even harder at your dumbfounded expression.

“What- What the fuck” you stumble out, at a loss for words, your reaction making him double over in laughter which then led to you follow him.

You look up, immediately noticing the perfect book in front of you.

You pick it up, careful to hide the title and poke him.

“Hey, hey Minho. Are you The Giver?” You ask, flipping the book around. “Because you sure were last night…” He erupts into another fit of laughter, but you definitely notice a red tinge to his neck and ears.

“Excuse me.” A shop worker came up to the two of you. “Could you please keep it down?” She quietly asked.

“Yes. Sorry miss.” You apologise, quickly putting the books back and elbowing the still-laughing Minho before ushering him out of the shop.

“Okay that one was really good.” Minho says once the two of you have calmed down outside.

“Thank you, thank you. I know. Comedic genius right here.” You fake bow before looking into his eyes, blushing at the fondness in them.

“What are you doing tonight?” He suddenly asks.

“Um,” you pause to think, “nothing I think.”

“Do you want to get dinner together?” Minho asks, the soft pink returning to his ears as he averts his eyes from your gaze. “We could get takeout or I can cook for you?”

“I would love that.” You smile, gasping as you get an idea. “On one condition.”

Let's hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be wolves

“I really did not think that your ‘one condition’ would be a pillow fort.” Minho chuckles to you from his place at the stove.

“Well.” You start, pausing to run and grab more pillows. “My original idea was a movie but,” you again pause to move a chair over to create a wall. “I know you only like scary movies, and the only way I would watch a scary movie.” You pause as you struggle to pin the sheets up. “Is in a pillow fort.” You turn to the man, smiling at your successful pillow adventure.

However, you didn’t expect to find the man right in behind you, once you turned he immediately cupped your face, his hold so gentle as if he was holding the world in his hands, before kissing you softly and with so much tenderness.

After he pulled back you were almost dizzy, grabbing onto his arms to stop yourself from falling, making him smirk.

“What was that for?” You ask, confused.

“You were just really cute.” He mumbles. “So, dinner?” He pulls away, that signature smirk on his lips.

So hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you too Every stone you threw I stood on to better see the view

23rd of November, 2024

“What did we even watch anyways?” you ask, tilting your head to look up at him, your cheek pressed against the rise and fall of his chest.

“Uhh…” He paused, his fingers pausing in your hair. “Oh! The Conjuring.”

You shiver, your body stiffening at the memory “God I forgot about that one.” You shuffle so that you’re laying on top of him now. “That one was terrifying.”

Minho laughed at the look of horror in your eyes, his hand resting gently on the side of your face. “It wasn’t that bad…” His teasing words are counteracted by his soft stroking of your cheek.

“Yes, yes it was.” You glare at him, resting your chin on his chest. “It was worth it though.”

Minho smirked teasingly, “Oh? And why was it worth it?”

You smiled, “Because it let me get closer to you.” You poke his chest.

He laughs before going back to staring at you in his typical cat-like way.

I've got something in my eye (I surrender what was) Don't you ever wonder what could have been? All those wonders sit in wait for us, we tried Try, please, try for me

“I love you so much.” He says, catching you off guard with the soft look in his eyes.

“I love you too baby.” You reach up to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“So.” You press a soft kiss to his cheek.

“So,” you repeat, planting another on his forehead.

“So.” Your lips brush his other cheek.

“So.” This time, you kiss the tip of his nose, your tone turning lighter, teasing.

“Sooo,” you draw out, pressing a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Much.” Finally, you capture his lips in a gentle kiss, lingering just long enough to feel the warmth of his smile against yours.

Upon leaning back you’re shocked to find tears in his eyes.

“Are you okay, love?” You ask, concerned.

He quickly dries his eyes, “Yes, just uh, got something in my eye.”

“Liar.” You say lightheartedly, making him chuckle. “What’s wrong?”

“I just love you so much. I’m gonna marry you one day.” Minho murmurs before kissing you, with much more intensity this time.

You pull back, “I can’t wait.” You say before leaning back in.

Come rest for the winter, wear my jumper all night long Those songs we sung, those words we flung For fear of sound All those books that we both drowned And the candle we lit Well, we'll use it to burn this whole place to the ground I'm lost, I'm found in you

The next few weeks are a blur and the two of you spend many nights curled up together, wearing each other's jumpers and reading books together.

One night, you walk into the living room where your boyfriend was setting up for your shared reading session.

“You’re wearing my hoodie!” Minho exclaims, pointing at you as he drops a pillow.

“Yeah! Well you’re wearing mine!” You laugh.

“Only because I couldn’t find mine!” He walks up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Because you stole it.” He smirked teasingly.

“Oh hush.” You mutter, your hands rested upon his chest. “You love it.”

“I do.” He says before kissing you with a heartstopping intensity. “I really do.”

“Hey” Minho asks later, as you two are curled up reading your books. “Are you Gandalf? Because I’d blindly follow you to Mordor.”

You crack up, “Oh that was horrible!”

“Hey!” He exclaims. “I tried my best! I’d like to see you do better.”

You turn to him, suddenly serious. “I have waited my whole life for this.” He looks shocked and wary at your sudden seriousness.

“Are you Mount Doom? Because you’re hot and I’d walk across Mordor just to give you a ring.” Minho looks stunned.

“Okay that actually wasn’t b-” You cut him off.

“I’m not done.” You give him a mischievous smirk.

“Are you tall and blonde, with pointy ears?” You ask, barely holding back your laughter. “Because after I’m done with you, you’re gonna feel Legolas.” Your composure almost breaks as he giggles.

Minho's eyes light up, “Wait! I’ve got one.” He pauses to compose himself. “Was that a Middle-Earthquake? Or did you just rock my world…”

You press a hand over your mouth, trying not to laugh.

“Are you the Silmarillion? Because you’re long, hard, and impossible to read.” He says, and it takes every cell in your body not to laugh.

“Are you an orc? Because my Sting lights up whenever you’re around.” The two of you pause for a moment before you burst into hysterical laughter.

“Okay” He manages to get out between laughing fits. “That one wins.”

Hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Can't you hear that scratching? Hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you too

1st of June, 2019

“AH!” You shriek, shocking the poor man next to you. “Something touched my foot.” You say, freezing in fear.

“Yeah my foot, dumbass.” Minho laughed at your embarrassed expression.

You pressed your face into a pillow, exasperated at your own dumbassery.

“If you’re that scared we can stop.” Minho offered, his voice soft.

You look up. “No. No. I’m fine. Just.” You paused. “Just hold me?”

You giggle internally at the soft pink blush that decorates his neck and ears.

“I- yeah. Of course.” He mumbles and the two of you shuffle around to a more comfortable cuddling position.

Later on, when you jump and bury your face in his chest in fear, he won’t tell you about how tightly you squeeze him, how his muscles ache under the pressure.

Even when he wakes up the next morning and sees the soft purple bruise painting his arm, he doesn’t regret it. Because holding you like this was worth every second.

Every brick you hurled I'll use to build this world This world, this world, this world Let's hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be all our demons, darling

14th of December, 2024

“What are we watching this time?” You ask, curling up in Minho’s arms within your makeshift pillow fort- something that had become a weekly tradition.

“I was thinking of The Conjuring.” He teases, laughing as you smack his arm.

“Absolutely not.” You pout.

“Hmm. Fine. How about…” he hums, “Smile.”

You turn to glare at him, huffing. “Never. In a million years. Ever.”

“Okay, okay.” He laughs, “How about you go get snacks and I’ll choose something less scary.”

You look at him suspiciously, “You promise it won’t be scary?”

“I promise.” He says, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before ushering you out of the pillow fort.

A few minutes later you re-enter the pillow fort, shooting your boyfriend a cautious glance as you walk in on your knees.

“So, what’d you choose?” You ask, gently placing the snacks down.

“I was thinking we would watch The Proposal.” Minho says, a mischievous smirk on his face.

You turn your head towards him suddenly in surprise. “What? Why? You hate rom-coms.”

Minho giggles, “Because…” he manages to shuffle so that he’s on one knee in front of you, reaching to grab something from his back pocket.

“No fucking way.” You murmur, tears springing to your eyes as he laughs.

He pulls out a black box, the velvet glinting in the dim light as he opens it to reveal an intricate gold ring. It has two golden lines that gracefully twirl around the exterior before stopping at symmetrical filigree swirls. These filigree swirls surround the centre of the ring, which showcases a deep purple gem, surrounded by 4 dark-blue gems, which combined with the swirling filigree are placed to make it look like a 4 four-pointed star.

“Oh baby… It’s beautiful.” You say, trying your hardest to not let your tears slip out.

“My love. The light of my life. I love you so, so much. You are my world. You saved me, when I felt that I was lost and I feel like I’m found in you. You make me laugh, you’re so funny and you’re so extremely kind and loving, even when we fight. You’re so thoughtful, and always know just what to do to help. You are perfect in every way and there is no one else I’d ever even think of wanting to spend my life with.” He paused to blink the tears out of his eyes as you tried to stop the tears rolling down your face. “I love you more than life itself, without you I am nothing more than all my demons. Will you do the honour of marrying me?” He smiles at you gently as a tear rolls down his face.

“Yes. Yes! Yes. Absolutely yes.” You exclaim, pressing soft kisses on his lips that are now wet with both of your tears. He wraps his arms around your waist, careful with the ring and brings you close to him, kissing you with such dizzying intensity that it makes your heart shatter and the piece itself back together.

“I love you.” You pause, pressing another kiss to his lips as you hold his face in your hands. “So much.” You press a dozen more kisses to his lips before you finally break apart for long enough for him to place the ring on your finger.

“It’s so pretty…” You sniffle. “Thank you jagiya.” He smiles, before kissing you again.

“I love you, nae sarang.” He presses a soft kiss to your forehead as he holds you close.

Hold me, lover, like you used to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you

Later, the two of you are cuddled up in your pillow fort, peacefully basking in each other's love, warmth and comfort. He laid behind you, chin resting on your shoulder with his arms and legs wrapped around you, gently running his fingers over the ring now adoring your enclosed hands.

“Sometimes, I just get the overwhelming urge to squish you. You’re just so cute.” You murmur to him, leaning back so you can see his face.

His eyes widen as he sees your hand slowly inching towards his face. “What are you doing…?”

“Nothing…” You say, mesmerized by his cuteness, gently reaching out and squeezing his cheeks together.

“What the fuck?” He asked, so genuinely confused.

“Cutie.” You whisper before remembering the ring on your finger and giggling. “My cutie.”

So hide under the covers We don't know what's out there Could be ghosts or monsters or a robot-vampire, I don't know Hold me, lover, like you sued to So tight I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you I'd bruise you, I'd bruise you

1 week later

The two of you are at Minho’s parents house for Christmas. Despite this change in routine you still manage to create a pillow fort on the floor of his childhood room, the two of you watching another scary movie on his laptop.

You notice a strange rustling from just outside the fort.

“What the fuck was that?” You whisper, terrified as you turn towards Minho.

“It’s definitely the cat.” He says.

“Or ghosts. Or monsters.” You whisper back, terrified.

“Or a robot vampire?” He teases, his eyebrow raising in his signature way as you slap his arm.

Suddenly a grey striped paw reaches into your pillow fort.

“Dori!” You exclaim, beckoning the soft grey cat over.

“Told you so.” He mutters, leaning his head on your shoulder.

Dori promptly struts into the pillow fort, quickly laying down in your lap in a purring, fluffy pile.

“She likes you.” Minho smiles, and if it was any brighter in your little stow-away, you’d notice him looking at you as though you created the stars themselves and hung them for his cats to play with. He looks at you with so much genuine love and admiration that if you had seen it, you would’ve melted into a pile alongside Dori.

Rather than try and express this love to you with words, Minho simply wraps his arms around you, careful to not disturb Dori, and pulls you close to him. He hopes to someday get close enough to you that you can feel his adoration seep from his body to yours.

Until then, he’ll settle for holding you tight—so tight that you worry there will be soft purple bruises on your skin by morning. But you don’t mind, because little does he know, you feel his love every time he touches you.

This is a work of fiction, based entirely on my personal perception of him, and does not reflect his actual character or actions.

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I'm sorry but can you shed some visibility on this (if you are comfortable) it seems the situation is worse than we thought. She posts so much I would have never seen this had I still been following her. You can ignore if you want

Here's the link for everyone

Thank you for sharing anon, I don't keep tabs on people I no longer have business with, so I wouldn't have known myself. This is referring to the anti-queer yandere writer I posted about recently.

I also want to make a quick disclaimer that I'm not bashing anyone for writing taboo topics. Fiction is fiction and one should not censor ideas regardless of their stance. It would be quite hypocritical of me to weep over some matters while me and my mutuals write yandere/dark content to begin with. So, just to clarify, I am not the trope police.

I think the problem lies within the wording again, which is even more peculiar as it's coming from a person who's extremely eloquent and chooses their sentences carefully. It's one thing to say you want to write without worrying about censorship; many authors here express the same disappointment.

On the other hand, stating that you've been longing for and holding back from writing about

Concentration camps

Genocide

Antisemitism

Racism

White Supremacy

KKK

Paedophilia ("No boundaries—children, infants, innocence—nothing is sacred in fiction")

Fatphobia and body-shaming

Conversion therapy

is honestly wild and sounds to me like a cry for attention from an individual having a breakdown. Copy-pasting a list of trigger warnings with flashing headlines of "it's going down guys, the shackles are coming off", as if hate crimes are some sort of evening entertainment is disturbing. It's giving middle schooler who discovered 4Chan and is coming up with ways to offend people and sound "unhinged".

Interestingly, nothing from the list contains triggers that she would find offensive, such as religious blasphemies or anything to do with Christianity. The classic case of 'no boundaries count except for mine, of course'. :)

Serious question, though, are we sure this is an actual adult and not some elaborate joke crafted by an edgy kid after catholic school hours? The whole post is written in such an obviously cringe way that I personally cannot take it seriously.