#then after more of a fetal DONT touch me after

[just-a-tiny-goldfish]

I Wanna know how y’all’s sidesteps sleep— please with a cherry on top 🍨🍒

[the-monkeies-girl]

*crying into my crunchwrap supreme* dont look AT ME imagine the ape men feeling their baby move for the first time im not OKAY

Caesar is admiring the growing bump you have on display, your body propped up against the side of the rounded nest. You're using an animal pelt as a make-shift pillow against your shoulders for comfort as the Ape King raises his hand and lightly places it on the underside of your tummy, caressing it almost completely with one hand. Letting out a small sigh, you peep over at him with one eye open before closing it again, teetering on the brink of sleep yourself as the fire is crackling a happily dying tune in front of the two of you.

This was becoming a popular pastime for the two of you in the later evenings when you were tangled in the nest together and you were refusing to sleep. Caesar… Remarked in silence often of how incredible it was that your body was able to withstand the growing nature of a child. Not just any… He felt the hackles on his shoulders rise with abundant pride. His. Yours. Together.

"That feels good..." Your voice is nothing more than a soft whisper echoing into the quiet air to praise the way that the Ape was caressing your stretching skin so delicately, only stopping here and there to trace discernable figures against you and causing a tickling vibration which earned him a cute and softened smile of adoration. "Hm." Caesar mutters deeply inside of his chest, continuing his movement as rubs upwards, his calloused fingers against your smooth skin feeling too good to describe for either of you. Right to the top of your bump, brushing his knuckles right at the underside of your breasts in the meantime while Caesar ate up the giggle it got him without hesitation. Breathing in slowly, you feel sleep coming right around the corner, your head lulling to the side. You’d need to readjust for the rest of the night, you knew that but a quick doze off didn't sound too bad after what you and Caesar just wrapped up a few minutes ago---

You're jolting awake. Faster than you can comprehend and nearly bump your forehead onto Caesar's feeling the fluttering against the harder skin of your mate. "D---... did you feel that?!" Caesar is silent in front of you, green eyes locked on where he was making contact on your stomach before his large palm rubbed once more to garner both of you a soft tugging at your skin in the direction of the heated touch. "Child...?" "They just moved!"

You can see the cogs turning in Caesar's head as he processes what he is feeling and what he heard you say. "Baby----"

"They're moving!" You can't contain your excitement, sleep far off in the distance now as you rest your hand on top of your mates and whisper softly to the Ape, "Strong... You can definitely tell it's yours." You tease and Caesar's lips fall into a flat line as if to say 'I sure hope it is' as you bless him with a cheeky grin. "I... Think they like the way you're holding them." Caesar drew a deep and tentative breath in and rubbed the top of your belly once more to garner another small shuffle from the baby as you were tickled by the thickets of fur around his wrist. Finally--- Caesar cracked the smallest of smiles and chuffed out of his nostrils from minor exhilaration, heart beating quickly in his chest. Female Apes carried too small for fetal movements to be felt so aggressively. This was so... New to him as he continues to rub, going downwards to the side and marveling in a small spoken moment of introspection dueling with a compliment.

"Amazing..."

Genuinely, you were unsure of how your feet were moving so quickly. It seemed each step that you were taking was catapulting you just a bit faster, your hand resting on the top of your protruding stomach as your gaze was set scanning the Village for the Master of the Birds himself. It felt like haze, your gawk starting at the Eagle Enclosure itself and unable to detect any movement in the high nest there before you scooted towards the meadow adjacent. Nope, not there. 

You hoped--- Biting your bottom lip, you began moving towards Dar who was taking care of the Young Chimps as usual, her blue shawl something familiar for you to gravitate towards. You hoped that Noa had not taken the afternoon off to go fishing with Anaya and Soona - Something you weren’t fond of doing yourself as the Summer Heat was smoldering as it was and adding the delicate fact that you were pregnant? You’d rather lounge under a tree and take a spotty nap. And that’s where you had been- Against a tree, dozing in and out of consciousness as the leaves rustled their shapes against the parts of your body that were bare when you felt a small fluttering in your stomach. Unsure, you sat up and waited for it to pass but it happened again and led you to this moment. Searching for your Mate for him to experience what you had before the growing baby in your stomach decided to relax for the rest of the evening.

“Dar,” Smiling graciously at the older Female, she greeted you with a brisked smile of her own, casing your forearm and drifting you inwards to press your foreheads together which you accepted gratefully, “Have you seen No---...” Freezing, you felt a chuckle of delight cater towards the back of your throat, “The baby---... Is--- Moving! I want him to---” Your Mother-In-Law chortled a small laugh as she nodded, cupping the bottom of your rounded bump and felt the movement for herself, “Strong, like Noa. He… Should be here… Soon. Went with Anaya and Soona---” You groaned under your breath and nodded in understanding, “I don’t know how much longer they’re going to keep moving.” You joked and pressed your forehead once more to Dar’s as a departure, “If you see him, let him know I’m looking for him.” And with that, you were off once more, your bare feet feeling good against the ground below as you trudged into the tall grass of the meadow. “Noa!” Sighing in relief upon seeing the three familiar bodies of the Sunset Trio, your Mate was quickly at your side having used all four of his appendages to move, tossing his fishing gear at Anaya who fumbled it as Soona laughed. “Something… is wrong?” There was evident worry in his voice at your presence and the stance of which you were standing. 

Shaking your head, your face broke out into a smile and you were fast to grasp at his right hand and placed it gently against the top rounding of your bump. “Do not understa---” They moved as if on command, drifting upwards towards the casing that Noa’s hot and calloused hand gave against the fabric of your stretched t-shirt. “Did you feel that?”

Noa narrowed his lush green eyes down where he was making contact and felt it once more, this time a bit more aggressively before hooting outwardly towards Soona and Anaya. They came to his side, excited by the desperation of Noa’s call in the first place. “They are… Moving!”Soona gasped and looked towards you, “Moving?”

Nodding happily, you could not tear your eyes off of Noa as he rubbed softly, bunching the fabric of your shirt a bit but the exposure was not a problem. Even when Anaya and Soona reached forward, arguing amongst themselves as to who wanted to feel it first after Noa. Smiling at him, you watched with gratefulness as he ignored the two other Apes and leaned inwards to kiss your forehead with his own. The action told you everything you needed to know. The love and adoration swirled wildly.

You desperately hated when Blue Eyes was gone for so long. But you understood why and never sought to complain about it, spending your days with Lake instead to keep you company when he was torn into the politics that Caesar had established and needed to scout out a new promised land for the Colony itself. It had been days, you thought to yourself with a dreary sigh, giving your friend a small smile of appreciation as Lake had offered you to take a seat and work on some twine rather than moving around with the Young, on your feet. You had no idea when Blue Eyes and Rocket were meant to return, there surely was no way to know when the mission was to find a new promised land where the Apes could live free.

 Where… You… Could live free, you thought, lightly placing your hand on the top of your growing baby bump. How hesitant he had been to leave in the first place, your eyes watery as you felt his forehead cased against yours as you encouraged him that it would be alright - that you and the baby would be alright the few days that he was expected to be gone. Caesar even ensured with the help of Cornelia that you would be cared and looked after but that didn't help watching the Ape Prince leave--- Commotion pulled your train of thought away and you didn't finish it to completion as you looked towards Lake who hooted in your direction. ‘They are back!’ She signed for you in silence, favoring that language rather than speaking. Feeling your heart flutter in your chest, you grinned happily and accepted the help from her as she was quick to assist you rising from your spot. Not needed, but Lake was considerate of your busting mid section and what it meant to the Colony as the whole.

First Hybrid, first child for their Prince. They were going to be revered regardless of their lineage on the Mother’s side. ‘Go, go. I will… dismiss the children.’ She urged you forward, your feet careful against the slick rock as you smiled a soft ‘thank you’.

There was more movement than you anticipated, your eyes trying to scan the rock inlay of where the Colony resided for the time being. Almost two years, if you recalled correctly, holding your hand out to steady yourself as you walked down the sloped ground. It felt like you were going to fly off the handle having caught eyes with Cornelia who signed delicately towards her Son at your arrival, making frantic eye contact with the only set of irises that were different than any other. Ones that you fell in love with, breathless at the confident gait he used coming towards you.

‘Good trip?’ You signed with a small chuckle as Blue Eyes raised his hand and cupped the back of your head. No need for small talk, he told you and brought your forehead towards his own and out of reflex, your eyelids fluttered shut and you let his harder brow ridge line against yours. 

“You… Have… gotten bigger.” Blue Eyes was rare to use his speaking voice though in the time that you two had known each other, his stride with phrases had gotten much better and cohesive. Before you, there really was no need for vocals but the Chimp knew you liked it as he dropped the large hand from your head, still catering against your forehead and placed it against the side of your stretching tummy. 

“Not that much bigger,” You giggled softly, enjoying the sensation of his breath against your face that was hard and longed, needing to consume as much of you as possible as Blue Eyes began tendering his calloused fingers along the side of your bump. “It was only… a few days…” 

“Too long.” He uttered, pulling away to let his gaze fall onto the contact he had on your body. Hopefully more soon, Blue Eyes thought to himself and trailed his expanded hand against the front, gliding across your belly button and stopping at the slightest motion of movement which… Was not the sensation that he got when you chuckled upon him tickling you. This was… different… Subtle… ‘They… are moving?’ His signing was frantic as you grinned widely, nodding your head in confirmation as your Mate traced right around your belly button and garnered himself a small shift.

‘Started a day ago.’

‘Never leaving you again,’ Blue Eyes was adamant in his choice of words as he felt the fluttering once more, this time a bit more aggressively as he pressed his palm inwards a bit. It appeared the baby was not a fan, or maybe they were as they were now kicking in a pattern against Blue Eyes’s heady touch. ‘Never want to miss… another moment… like this.’

Koba could tell from the rising and subsequent fall of your shoulder that you were asleep. As if your ajar mouth drooling slightly,  face pressing against the arm that you had tucked under it wasn’t enough of an indication as you were laying on your side and the Bonobo was able to get a pretty good view of your expression. He wasn’t the biggest fan of letting you sleep in his nest…--- Well, Koba narrowed his good eye on you and felt a huff leave his broad chest as he tied a spearhead to a shaft of wood. No, there was no argument. Despite your… fragile human condition that he ultimately put you in out of desire, this was still his nest and you laying naked in it was not going to change. It was not yours despite your resting body, despite the trailing of your own animal pelts that you brought from your own hut. This was still his, Koba’s. Snarling softly, he tightened the spearhead aggressively and enjoyed the sensation of the twine digging into his calloused fingers before it clattered against the ground. 

Hunching down onto all fours, he drifted with ease across the room in contemplation. He could wake you up and tell you to leave, wouldn’t be the first time. It was the preference really, Koba was not keen on sharing it with you. The way that you breathed was enough to drive him to a sense of innate craze, not to mention the tag-along you now had… Koba stared at your face for a few seconds, the trail of drool you had against your cheek was pooling and it was amusing bait to use in an argument. Koba locked that away, dragging with disgust the way that your shoulders were bare. You weren’t even able to get the animal hide around you to keep you warm before you fell asleep, you reckless Human. With a snort towards you, Koba climbed his way into the nest. Not carefully enough, you stirred awake and groaned.

“Leave” He uttered at you and flickered his eyes to your bustling stomach that was exposed to the air. “Not allowed to sleep… In Koba’s nest… Make it smell like… Human.” The tone was snarling around the edges but deeper in if you were in a more lucid state you’d hear the antagonistic tear of endearment.

Koba snorted again, this time more aggressively near your face as you chose to rest your head back down and grumble something that was discernible. You were fast back asleep, Koba letting you drift away in front of him as he grunted and lifted the animal pelts that were resting by your feet upwards to capsize against your naked form. Koba despised it. The dips and curves of your bare flesh. What was the point of having no fur? Absolutely stupid, he thinks, lingering the pelt upwards enough so the Ape was able to see your stomach for a few seconds longer. Absolutely… Stupid… For letting Koba do that to you, the stretching of your stomach is apparent even in the dim flickering light that he kept his fire at when residing inside of the nest. Never too bright, Koba did not like the strain it caused his one good eye. 

You had let him do that and you let him continue, Koba had no idea why when he held such disdain towards your pure human form. The way your hair fell, the way your lips pursed in your sleep, the smell that wafted off of you even though it was clearly mixed with his own… “Human.” He tapped your shoulder with his free hand which you waved away. “Need to leave now!”

“Let me sleep, fucking Bonobo. You did this to me.” You were half asleep, placing a hand on your growing stomach and lightly traced the smoothed skin as if to tease the fact that Koba was always going to have a tie to you no matter how much he tried to deny it. “The… They’re sleeping too…” “Impossible for you to know!” “They move.”

Koba got quiet and drew the blanket back downwards instead of draping it against you as he thought of kindness and argued against it. “What… do you mean?” “They move.” “They do not.” “Show Koba.” “I’m trying to sleep.” “Show.”

Growling in a way that sounded innately Ape, you were propping yourself up onto your side and grasped at his hand in your half-asleep state and placed it ardently to the side of your bump. “Shut up and feel.” 

There was sleep drawing in your words as Koba fought against your hand, refusing the contact for he was not the one to initiate it until his palm flattened against your smoothed skin. Koba snarled at you, looking at the contact he had that was not thrusted with passion. It was… Gentle… The way that your fingers cascaded against his own and kept them placed. 

“Do not feel---”

Koba’s statement ended abruptly at the tug he felt against his otherwise toughened hand. No immediate reaction was given as you rested your head back down and let him trail along freely. If Koba chose, he could tear away from it now but… He did not.  Stagnantly, Koba allowed his hand to expand against your stomach so he was able to cradle it with all of his fingers. There it was again, Koba's gaze slightly more ample but not noticeable to you as you had your eyes shut for the semblance of the vulnerable moments. Koba shifted ever so slightly, tugging his feet inwards as the Bonobo yearned for a bit more. Would... Would pressing harder get him more? Koba considered it but your voice tore through the air instead.

“Do you feel that?”

“No.” He was quick to respond and snapped his hand back, squeezing the fingers shut into a fist as Koba felt the uncomfortable pull in his chest as his heart had quickened for no good reason, “You… Sleep here tonight but no other night, stupid… Human!”

[djs-den]

i’ve been wanting more canine posts lately and someone once told me “if something doesn’t exist yet, create it” so heres my 10 tips on how to feel more doggy like

hold things with your mouth - make sure the thing your holding is clean ofc. i always hold my phone in my mouth when my hands are full but i occasionally hold clothes and light bags. makes me feel like a good boy fetching my stuff

eat treats! - im a domestic dog so treats to me look more like biscuits and crackers but jerky is also a great option. i like to make my own and shape it like little bones. if anyone wants some easy recipes just ask. i like to reward myself after doing a task by eating a cookie

wiggle wiggle - i dont have a tail so i like to wiggle when im happy. it doesnt look too strange to strangers and gives me species euphoria. i like to wag my foot when i sit down and shake side to side when im standing.

wear affirming clothes - im not just talking about collars and tails. anything that makes you feel more like yourself. i have this brown fleece hoodie in the colour of my fur and wear a bandanna around my neck like a collar. anything that makes you feel happy

make sounds - i like to make a little ʷᵒᵒᶠ under my breath like a sigh. some people find vocalisations weird so i like to blend it in a way it sounds natural like whining a bit when im feeling sad or bored or bark my words out by saying it loud and quick like HEY!!

walk near nature - i live in a city dense area where theres not alot of (safe) parks nearby. so i always hang around near trees and grass to feel more connected with nature. if you can go to a park or forest then thats amazing. taking time to admire nature feels good

act playful - this is more for puppies or domestic dogs. i like to walk around my friends when we talk and move around. i cant exactly play-bow in the middle of a busy sidewalk so i usually lean on a surface or wiggle around.

ask for affection - im lucky to be surrounded by people who like to show their affection. either by verbal praise or physical touch like hugs. if you dont have access to acts like this then ask (if its safe). sometimes i just ask my parents for a hug or show something im proud of. you can also write down some affirmations on a note and remind yourself that you are perfect the way you are ◡̈

sleep dog-like - most ppl cant roll themselves into a ball but you can definitely hug a pillow. i like to sleep in a fetal position and with my back to the headboard but thats cuz im smaller than my bed. just be careful and make sure your in a comfortable position and not straining. making your bed nest like also fun.

eat out of bowls - sounds like a silly thing to say but i always feel puppy like when i eat from a bowl and not a plate. small things to make you feel more in tune with your true self

[asmrbrainrot]

The Gator Boys & The Moon Witch Ch4~

Slivers of the misty moonlight slipped in through the cabin window, scattering glowing fractals of light across the kitchen. Tonight had been…wild, to say the least. It was touch and go for awhile, but Timmy did surprisingly well under the pressure, and the two even managed to get Bodie (The man’s name, as she had figured out) back to his own bed where he was now sound asleep.

The younger gator on the other hand, did no such thing. Since Bodie had been stable, Timothy busied himself with any task he could find, no matter how trivial. Only now, had he found himself with literally nothing more to do than sit and wait. Esther placed her broom basket, (containing one sleeping Bella) in the corner of the room, glancing over at Timmy. The boy sat on a worn down old sofa, dark bags circling his sleep deprived eyes. The boy looked… well just terrible to be quite honest. But aside from the physical exhaustion it seemed that being left alone with nothing but his thoughts was eating at him.

Esther took the liberty of sitting down next to the fatigued youngster. “You were really brave, y'know.” She commented, “even if your plan wasn’t exactly-” she trailed off as stifled hiccups escaped the young man. He had been bottling up for what felt like forever, and now he had nothing to distract him. He drew his hands up to his face in a vain attempt to dam the river of emotion. A gentle touch guided them away. Timothy gazed up at the woman, watery, amber pools of remorse met deep, mahogany eyes. “Is my- is he?” He faltered, “is he gonna be okay?” The woman paused, studying the boy’s downcast expression. “He ain’t out of the woods yet, but the worst has passed.” She reassured, “We caught it in the nick of time too.” The halfblood seemed to calm somewhat at the women’s words. “He’s lucky to have you ya’know.” She commented, giving the boy a nudge with her shoulder. Despite her efforts this only seemed to worsen Timmy’s mood. His leathery tale wrapped around his legs, (which where now in the fetal position.) “No, um he-he’s really not.” He hiccuped, finally succumbing to the flood of emotion that he had been holding back for some time now.

Quiet, shivering sobs escaped the halfblood, as he cupped his face, ashamed. Esther placed a gentle hand on the boy’s shoulder as he wept. Careful not to overwhelm him, she let the gator cry it out. Cry away all that poison that had been hurting him, all the guilt weighing him down. After what felt like hours Timothy was finally able to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry sweet pea,” she cooed, “I can only imagine you’ve got about a dozen bees in your bonnet right now…but you’ve got to understand this isn’t your fault-” “But it is!” The boy shot back, swatting the woman’s hand away, “He’s got shot because of me! Because I was being stupid! If I had just been more careful then maybe…” Timothy withdrew a little, Bodie would have tanned his hyde for snapping so rudely at anyone, let alone someone who had been so kind. “I-I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to- you've been so kind! And I just…” he faltered, observing Esther’s expression, “You didn’t deserve that, I’m sorry.”

The woman watched Timmy’s expression fall once more. “I was out fishin on the far side a’the swamp… didn’t tell Bodie where I was going, an when he came lookin for me, we were ambushed…'' he explained tearfully. Esther listened, she understood the feeling. “Exactly, ambushed.” She reaffirmed, “Listen we’re both plum wore out. Why don’t you get some sleep and we can sort this out in the morning?” “But what about-” “Dont worry I’ll watch over him.” Esther interjected. The boy nodded, still unconvinced but to tired to protest. Curling up on the couch the young man quickly nodded off. Esther withdrew a soft cotton blanket from her bag, placing it over the sleeping halfblood. “One more thing…” she mumbled. Squatting down to the broom basket, the witch gingerly scooped up the sleeping Bella, before placing her at Timmy’s side. The sleepy pup looked up at her mom, glassy black eyes protesting the move. “I’m sorry baby.” She whispered, “but he needs you right now.” The little fluff ball gave a begrudging huff before settling down at the boys side. Although neither Esther nor Timmy took notice of it, a small smile crossed the boy's face as he snuggled just a bit closer to Bella.

[marcusoseman99]

Songs of the isle pt 34

Apollo: Keep moving..... stop being a bitch Reegan and you need this work.

*Apollo stops walking and falls to his knees with his forehead to the ground*

Apollo: I could just take the hand out from Hermes- dont think like that fuck.

*Apollo punches himself in the stomach then starts to stand but falls to the ground*

Voices: Pffft great acting get up- NOW

Apollo: *Whispering* Shut up.

Voices: Come on you look fine just get up...... Gods ae you even trying

Apollo: *screaming* SHUT UP

*Apollo forces himself up barley standing him throws his claws around hoping that somehow, he hits one of the voices till he stops his gaze going blank*

Apollo: i just need sleep just for a bit i-i am so.....tired.

*Apollo goes into the fetal position and with the voices getting louder but Apollo doesn’t move not looking at anything other than the ground.

Hel watches Apollo out of sight smiling at him the smile however slowly changes to pure curiosity and surprise as the ground around Apollo starts to produce the same black substance as the wailing beast *

Voices: That’s right get out of their way you just make things difficult.

*The more the voices speak the more Apollo is getting covered in the inky substance*

Hel: Well this is certainly interesting maybe I could get something more substantially out of this moral mutt.

*Hel starts to walk away, and she does the voices fade away the black substance dissipates as it does Apollo stands up*

Hel is waiting outside of the forest with her shit eating grin while Apollo starts to walk pass her Apollo walks toward the Horse that is now right inf front of him*

Apollo: Are you going to let me go or am I dead.

Hel: You are free to go.

Apollo: What’s the catch?

Hel: I have learned everything there is to know about you and you are a deeply flawed man but I’d prefer to see you suffer further in the mortal realm.

Apollo: That’s it?

Hel: Well one condition you let me touch your forehead.

*Apollo and Hel made eye contact *

Apollo: This feels like it’s going in a weird direction and you are a bit to old even for me.

Hel: I would never let any pitiful imp like you near me in such a manner.

Apollo: Glad we are on the same page then.

Hel: Now..... do you agree?

Apollo: I don’t have a choice, do I?

Hel: No its more of a courtesy.

Apollo: Fuck it then.

*They both walk toward one another then Hel places her icy fingers on Apollos face with her thumbs resting on his forehead*

Apollo: Weirdly soothing i mean she has cold ass hands and tight grip but after today like this I’ll take it.  

*The scene cuts to Vick running through the woods till he is on the outskirts of the clearing*

Vick: *heavy breathing* I…need…to…stop Vaping.

*As Vick Is about to enter the clearing but stops*

Vick: Is it so bad if they get caught they did murder someone and save my life a couple of times.... fuck.

*Vick starts to pace around between the clearing and the woods*

Vick: AHHHH, this is impossible.

*Vick starts to grab at his head and continues to pace around before coming to a complete stop*

Vick: That’s it I am just getting intel yknow to make sure that they aren’t dangerous cuz I can always tell Leander if I am unsure.

Vick: YEEEAH

*Vick walks up to where invisible field starts*

Vick: Hey Reegan....... are you home?

*The field falls, and Reegan is waiting at the very edge of the field smiling Vick smiles back*

Reegan: Hey how is everything?

Vick: Not bad also we need to get rid of the body.

Reegan: Hmm straight to the point we can just wait for Apollo to get back and I’ll make him do it.

Vick: NO we need to do it now like right now.

Reegan: Ok why?

Vick: Well….

Vick: OK I can’t tell him about Leander he might trust me but Apollo will kill me.

Vick: I just want *sigh* I know he was fucked up but I doesn’t sit right with me that he isn’t buried yknow.

Vick: I wanted to lie but that’s the truth even if I don’t want Leander to know..... having Stefans body like that isn’t right and I want to help him even if I couldn’t help while he was alive.

Reegan: Fair enough that’s noble to be honest

Vick: Yeah well can you given me a hand with his *gulp* body.

*Reegan looks at Vick Blanky*

[muichiroslover]

hey! if it's not too much trouble, could you maybe write a part two to the meliodas fic where he kept touching up on elizabeth? i honestly just want that i dont care the plot or what not haha. if not that maybe the ban one? your first one btw so yeah. only if it's not too much trouble!

alright alright you guys keep asking for pt 2 for this story and I was contemplating but I decided to follow all your wishes and do it 😭

Thank you for sending in an ask, hope you enjoy it’s not a problem! (●’◡’●)ﾉ♥︎

(Not proof read!!)

Pt 1 here !

Pairings: Meliodas x fem!reader

Genre: Angst to fluff

Warnings: none

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Meliodas sighs as he sits down at one of the tables, he put his face in his hands and let out a long groan

The door swung open and he looked up in hope but was let down when it was Ban who stumbled in still drunk

Meliodas watched as his Best friend approached him and then sat in front of him

He burped and pointed a dramatic finger at Meliodas

“You knoww Captain youuuu are an idiot!” He says loudly almost falling off his chair and Meliodas raises a brow at him

“You let Y/nnn goooo and for what??” He asks as his head falls sideways and he falls asleep for a split second before waking up with a jolt

“Youuuu better apologizeee to her before she really *burps* leaves you for good” Ban says and with that his head fell to the table and he knocked out

Meliodas sighs, Ban was right, in the sudden rush and adrenaline of the moment where you both were yelling he said he wanted to break up and immediately regretted it, he was just mad

He rubbed his forehead

But he had no reason to be mad, he was the one acting bad towards you, not the other way around

“Stupid, stupid” he whispers as he hits his forehead with his hand, how was he supposed to fix this

He looked over at the door and saw your shoes and sighed

“Stupid Y/n...why would you run out without any shoes..” he says as he picks them up and opens the door

You had only realized the pain of the pebbles under your feet to late, the damage had been done and your pride was the only thing you had left so you definitely weren’t going back

You sigh as you rub your arms as another gust of wind hits you

You felt like crying but also you regretted adding that last part last time a little, maybe you went a little too far with that comment..?

You shook your head

‘No Meliodas was the one who started all of this, just find somewhere to sleep tonight’ you think, well until you tripped over a rock

You groan as you grab your feet, it hurt a lot more since you didn’t have any shoes on

You pull your legs up into fetal position as you started sniffling, you didn’t wanna cry right now but the mix of alcohol and the bad night that only seems to get worse crying seemed like the only relief you could get at the moment

“I figured you’d need these” a voice says

You look up as your glossy eyes meet with apologetic green ones, hands holding your shoes

You furrow your eyebrows and look the other way as you continue to cry, Meliodas’ face shifted in sadness when seeing you turn away from him

He slowly approached you and placed your shoes down and crouched a little ways in front of you, you looked over and grabbed your shoes before turning away again

Meliodas sighed as you began putting them on

He plopped onto the ground and sighed again as you side eyed him, trying to figure out what his plot was this time

“What do you want Meliodas?” You say lowly and he looks at you with a sad expression, but you weren’t gonna fall for it you kept your expression hard and cold as you looked at him

“Y/n I don’t want to break up..I’m sorry I said that at the spur of the moment and the second I said it I regretted it..I’m really really sorry” he finishes and you scoff

“You can apologize for that but you can’t apologize for everything else” you say coldly and he nods

“You’re right, but please Y/n” he begins and your eyes widen as he bows his head onto the hard path of dirt and pebbles

“Please give me another chance” he finishes and you sigh

“Get up Meliodas” you say but he doesn’t move a muscle, he stays fully bowed

You crossed your arms and squinted your eyes

‘Yeah right, he’ll give up after a few minutes’ you think

You were wrong, you sat there for at least an hour and he was still bowed over in front of you, no words said

“Meliodas hurry and get up your gonna hurt your head” you say trying to pull him up but he wouldn’t move an inch

You let out a huge sigh as you sit in front of him

“I apologize for saying that last part about your dad too...” you look to the side and sigh then look back at Meliodas

“Fine I guess I’ll give you another chance..but don’t expect me to forgive you so easily..” you say and his head flies up as he grins

“Really?!” He says happily and you sigh as you move closer and flick a rock away from his forehead

“Really..” you say and sigh as you get up and start walking back in the direction of the boars hat

From that day on Meliodas started trying extra hard to make you forgive him, and never once has he touch Elizabeth since that night

“Hey Y/n I made breakfast! Let’s eat together” he says happily as you walk from your room tiredly from just waking up

“No way, that’s asking for death” you say and he laughs as he just starts following you everywhere

You were in the bathroom brushing your teeth and you slowly looked to the side to see a fluff of blonde just smiling at you as you brush your teeth

You finish and go to fix your hair and see from the mirror him watching you

You go to your room to change out of your sleeping clothes and turn as you shut the door in Meliodas’ face who almost followed you in

You sighed but a smile slowly slid onto your face as you got ready in your room in a good mood

[lolita-lollipop]

What would happen if one day yandere kirishima (platonic) snaps like the reader is screaming how much they hate him and he breaks maybe he just starts yelling and screaming and after would punish the reader you don’t have to but if ya can love ya work bai

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(Scenario)

YANDERE PLATONIC KIRISHIMA X READER

“DONT TOUCH ME! GET BACK YOU PSYCHO! I . DONT. WANT. TO. BE. HERE, I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU” you screamed at him, you were over it completely today, first he had shoved you in this uncomfortable dress that you’ve been tugging at all day, than he had tried to give you a purée as your lunch, fucking puréed carrots and pineapple. You screamed and cried until he litterally force fed you the gross stuff. Later in the day, you were looking out the window at the pretty orange and purple sunset, he had closed the blinds and told you that the outside wasn’t a place you should be thinking about, that set you off, wa sit so bad to be staring at a bunch of clouds?

Kirishima was at the end of his line, all day you’d been fussy with him, all months ctailly, talking about how much you wanted to just abandon him. He was so over it, not you, just this new attitude, the screaming, the constant crying, he felt like he was scolding you more of the time then he was smiling at you, and you never showed him that pretty little smile of yours anymore. He was just over it. And so he snapped.

“YOU REALLY THINK YOU COULD LASTA. DAY OUT THERE LITTLE GIRL?! THEY WOULD TEAR YOU APART! YOU DONT BELONG OUT THERE, YOU HEAR ME? YOU. DONT. BELONG. IM JUST TRYING TO PROTECT YOU, JUST ACCEPT IT!” He yelled back, grabbing hold of your hand, you continued screaming and dragging your feet against the plush carpet as he dragged you off down the different hallways. Screaming at him to “let you go”, pure panic coursed through your veins as he pulled open a door, revealing a pitch black room, no light seeped in there from the hallway, he didn’t speak anymore to you, just shoving you in there and turning on the lights, locking the door from the outside so you couldn’t just open it anytime.

“GET ME OUT OF HERE, YOU CANT DO THIS TO ME, DONT LEAVE ME IN HERE, YOU CANT JUST- oh, oh my god” you muttered in bewilderment and fear, you thought he was just gonna leave you in the dark, but this- oh this is much worse. You almost vomited just seeing it. Along the wall, were dead bodies, not jsut any dead bodies, but ones of your friends, or your old teachers, or just people you knew in the past. All long dead, hanging from white ropes attached to the ceiling. You stared at them, backing up to the door as far as you could… you knew these people, they were dead, he killed them, because of you… oh my god you killed them.

You screamed a blood curdling scream, trying your hardest to get the door open, kicking, punching, screaming for him to come get you, but nothing worked: you could feel their cold, dead eyes on you as you screamed and squirmed. You knew he wouldn’t physically hurt you; he’d said so himself, but this- oh this, you would rather be beaten than hevaveto sit there and stare at them. And so, you curled up on the door, whimpers leaving your lips, you covered your eyes, and sat there, for a long, long time.

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When kirishima opened the door to find you passed out in a puddle if your own vomit, curled in a fetal position at the center of the room, he was worried. He had left you in here for the rest of the night, against his better judgment, he was just so pissed, and be room that out in you, oh you poor little thing. Maybe it was too much, maybe he should’ve just put you to bed, maybe you were gonna hate him even more.

Did he go too far this time?

“Baby? Are you okay? I’m gonna pick you up now, is that alright?@ he cooed, picking you up off the floor, noticing the scratch marks at your wrists and neck, you must of down that to yourself while panicking. I’ve been scared you too much this time, he stared down at the marks, and your rear stricken face in pure worry, uou looked so… dead, like all the life had been sucked out or you.

“Hey, hey honey, can you wake up for me? I need to give you a little bath and then we can go back to sleep in the warm, comfy bed” he spoke gently, shaking your shoulders we’ve so slightly, and with a small gasp, your eyes popped open. Revealing the bloodshot eyes of a little girl who got no sleep at all, and spent the whole night sobbing. Immediately after you woke up, you started whimpering, small sobs released form your throat, and you were clutching at his shirt.

“I- I was so scared, you left me in there with them and I didn’t know why to do, and I thought you were gonna turn me into one of them and- and I couldn’t sleep, y-you promised you W-wouldnt hurt me daddy? Right? You promised?” You questioned through your sobs, the tears soaked his shirt, he didn’t care though, immediately softening his gaze at the name you’d called him, and the evident fear in your voice.

“Yeah I did baby, I’m so sorry I left you I there for so long, daddy was just really mad and he let it get the better of himself, I’m so sorry baby, daddies so sorry. We can go outside as much as you want now, I’m just so, so sorry.” His voice wavered as he spoke. He’s enveloped you in a warm hug, stuffing your face into the crook of his own neck, you screamed and cried, clutching his shirt close to you.

“Please don’t make me go back there…” you sniffled out into his neck, hugging him even tighter. The shirt covered in your own throw up was discarded off your body, and he was kicking open the door to the large bathroom he usually bathed you in. You were just crying, while he was judging you, rubbing your back all the way and trying to get you to slow down, you’re going to get sick again if you keep this up, he doesn’t want that.

“Shhh, honey you aren’t going back in there. Ever. I need you to calm down okay? Deep breaths, just take some deep breaths for me.” He cooed, brushing the hair out of your face, and pulling the rest of your clothing off of your body, it wasn’t long before he had you seated in the warm water, bubbles going up to the top of your chest , your sobs had transcended into whimpers, and you put up no struggle when he started to clean the yuckyness from your skin.

The two of you remained pretty much silent, except for a few cooes from him, and some small sniffles from you, the water was warm and comforting, enough to make you feel safer, you… you were just scared and didn’t know what to do at all, you just wanted to hold onto one of your fluffy little cats and fall asleep, that’s all, you just want to sleep it off. He scrubbed your hair, working out any of the knots that had accumulated over the night.

“I’m so sorry baby, Cmon, let’s get you nice and dry.” He spoke after finishing, pulling you out of the, now lukewarm, water, and immediately wrapping a fluffy towel over your nude body. You noticed how particularly gentle he was being towards you today, high contrast to the previous actions carried out earlier in the week. After a little while, you had been throughly dried off, and dressed in yet another pink, fluffy, pajama set. This time little socks that had small pink bows in them adorned your feet. Usually he would let you dress yourself, he would watch or course, but you were allowed to do it by yourself. He did not give you that courtesy this time, telling you that “he would do it for you” even after your protests sounded.

This continued for the rest of the day, things that you were able to do because he said he “trusts that you’re big enough to do them”, you could no longer do. Not taht you had the inability to do them, just that he wouldnt let you. Like walking, anywhere, or going to sleep by yourself, he put your bed next to his, and he rocks you to sleep on the rocking chair, or coloring, or playing with the cats, or… anything, everything you do is accompanied by him, and he makes them “easier” for you by assisting. It was just… annoying.

But of course, you never said anything, you did not want to get punished again.

You thought it was bad before, you wished you never even lashed out at him, because then you’d still have all of your freedom, or at least what you had before . Of course, you can’t change much of anything, you hate to say it but you actually rely on him at this point. You’re helpless without him, and even if he hurts you

You need him

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Thank you for requesting! Please tell me if I need to change anything!

Have a great day anon! Goodbye!

[uncloseted]

there's a part of me that still thinksa bortion is murder. i act like i support it to fit in but deep down i dont. please just listen. i think forcing someone to go through a pregnagncy they don't want is inhuman but it also feels inhuman to kill a baby and i dont like thsi idea that if youre 4 weeks pregnant and you want it its a baby but if youre 4 week pregnant and dont want it then its just a clump of cells thats just not how scence works. so theres this woman who was forced to get an .

Anonymous asked:

abortion and she was 6 months pregnant and apparently th baby waws born alive but it died shortly after from ashpyxia and i just dont know what to think. i know forcing smeone to get an abortion is just as bad as forcing them to give birth and that theres no such thing as a six month abortion and at least wher e i live abortions are only available until week 14 but like wwhat if someone is 15 or 16 weeks or 7 months, do they not have a choice anymore? please dont think im a bigot im not im so

Anonymous asked:

sorry i just dont want to be brainwashed by ANYONE, pro life or pro choice and im just so easily influenceable i just want to support whats right you know

No worries at all! I don't think you're a bigot and I'm glad that you want to engage with this issue critically. I'm happy to give you the facts as they stand and offer you my perspective on the issue. Apologies in advance that this is a bit long, but please try to stick with me until the end! All of this is important in understanding the different sides of this discussion.

There are a few main categories I want to talk about in this answer: legal, science, politics, and culture. For now, I'm going to avoid delving into any religious or metaphysical questions about what is and isn't considered "a person", since while those conversations are interesting, I don't think they're particularly useful in the context of discussions about abortion. As Harry Blackmun wrote in the court opinion for Roe v. Wade, "we need not resolve the difficult question of when life begins. When those trained in the respective disciplines of medicine, philosophy, and theology are unable to arrive at any consensus, the judiciary, at this point in the development of man's knowledge, is not in a position to speculate."

Legality

Starting with legal issues, there are a few points I think it's important to make in order to get a sense of how we relate to abortion. Abortions are legal in 98% of countries. 34% of countries, including the US, Canada, Australia, New Zealand most European countries, and China, allow abortions on the basis of a the pregnant person's request, without needing to prove that there is risk to life, risk to health, risk to the fetus, economic or social reasons that abortion is a necessity, or extenuating circumstances (such as the pregnancy being a product of rape or incest). The vast majority (93%) of countries with highly restrictive abortion laws, such as outlawing abortion except in cases where the pregnant person is endangered, are in developing regions. There are five countries that completely outlaw abortion. These are: Dominican Republic, El Salvador, Malta, Nicaragua, and the Vatican City, all countries where the Catholic church has significant influence.

Of the countries that do allow abortion, there is always a limit on how far into a pregnancy a person can be when they choose to terminate. Beyond that limit, the person doesn't have a choice anymore, and must carry the pregnancy to term (except in extenuating circumstances). The most common limit is 12 weeks (3 months), although some countries allow abortion up to the point of "viability", where the fetus can live outside the mother's womb with artificial aid. Typically, the point of viability is around 24 weeks (6 months). In the US, 87% of abortions are performed before 12 weeks, and 92.2% were performed at 13 weeks or fewer. For reference, pregnancies are typically around 40 weeks long.

Forced abortion is illegal in almost every country, including the US and the UK, and it is considered an act of violence against women. It is just as bad as forcing someone to give birth, which is why all countries do their best to prevent it from happening. While forced abortions can and do happen, particularly to victims of sex trafficking, I think the solution to this issue is to put policies into place that protect vulnerable women, instead of trying to ban abortion entirely.

Science

So, most countries allow abortions up to 12 weeks. What does that actually look like in terms of the fetus? Here's a timeline of fetal stages of growth:

Weeks 1-4: at this stage, the "baby" is actually an embryo. It starts out as just a fertilized egg. The amniotic sac forms around it, and the placenta develops. The eyes, mouth, lower jaw, and throat are in very early development. Blood cells are taking shape. By the end of week 4, the embryo is smaller than a grain of rice. It is very literally "just a clump of cells" at this point.

Weeks 5-9: the "baby" is still an embryo. Its facial features begin to develop, folds of skin that will eventually become ears grow, tiny buds that will eventually grow into arms and legs form, the neural tube, digestive tract, and sensory organs all begin to develop. Bone starts to replace cartilage. At about 6 weeks, a heart beat can be detected. After week 8, the baby is considered a fetus instead of an embryo, at which point the fetus is about one inch long.

Weeks 9-12: the fetus' arms, hands, fingers, feet, and toes are fully formed. It may be able to open and close its fists and mouth. Ears are formed, and its reproductive organs begin to develop. By the end of week 12, the fetus has all of their organs and limbs, and their circulatory and urinary systems are working, but everything needs to continue to develop in order to become functional. At the end of week 12, the fetus is about 4 inches long.

It is important to know that the miscarriage rate is highest in the first trimester (before week 12). Among women who know they're pregnant (typically further along than 6 or 7 weeks), 10-20% will miscarry. 30%-50% of all fertilized eggs miscarry.

Other important developmental markers include:

During month 4 (weeks 16-20), you can see the sex of the fetus.

During month 5 (weeks 20-24), the fetus starts moving around.

Between week 22 and week 24, brain waves appear in the cerebral cortex.

At week 24, the fetus may be able to survive if it is born prematurely, provided it has intensive care.

Somewhere between week 26 and week 30, the fetus may be able to feel pain, although we don't know that for sure.

A fetus is not capable of thinking, communicating, reasoning, self-motivation, feeling emotions, or consciousness. They don't have a concept of the self, and they don't know that they exist. They are essentially sedated for the entirety of the pregnancy. Since we use "brain death" as the primary criteria for death, it makes sense to me that we might consider "brain life" (the point where a fetus exhibits brain activity) as the point at which a fetus becomes a person.

While some people will refer to an embryo as a "baby" from the time they discover they're pregnant, scientifically, it is a clump of cells, whether that clump is allowed to continue to grow or not. It's not something we would recognize as a baby, or be able to interact with as if it were a baby. An embryo is a precursor to a baby, kind of like how a seed is a precursor to a plant.

Some other arguments

I want to quickly touch on some other arguments for abortion rights that people make. I'm not going to delve deeply into them, but it didn't feel right to leave them out entirely. These are arguments that don't depend on whether or not a fetus can be considered a person.

Bodily Rights

There are many situations in which we prioritize individual bodily rights over the right of someone else to live. For example, we don't force people to donate organs to people who are dying, even though a donated organ would save their life. Advocates for abortion rights argue that those same bodily rights should be extended to a pregnant person.

Deprivation

This argument usually looks something like, "but what if that fetus was going to cure cancer when it grew up!" Basically, it's saying that abortion is morally wrong because it deprives the fetus (and the world) of a valuable future. To me, this completely ignores the deprivation that already exists by forcing a person to carry and birth a baby they don't want, and potentially the deprivation that comes with raising that child. People who make this argument never seem to ask, "what if the pregnant person was going to cure cancer?"

Slippery Slope

Some people argue that normalizing and legalizing abortion may lead to people also accepting euthanasia. I am unconvinced by this for two reasons. 1. Slippery slope is a logical fallacy and 2. I absolutely do think we should legalize euthanasia for certain situations.

Religion

I don't want to dig too far into this one, but what I will say is that the US is a country that (at least nominally) has a separation of church and state, and the religious beliefs that other people hold should not infringe on a person's rights to make choices about their own life.

History and Politics

The practice of abortion itself is incredibly old. The Sanskrit epic Ramayana, which dates to the 7th century BCE, describes abortion being practiced by surgeons and barbers. In the Assyrian Code of Assura, circa 1075 BCE, a woman is allowed to procure an abortion except when it's against her husband's wishes. The first recorded evidence of induced abortion is from the Egyptian Ebers Papyrus in 1550 BCE. Japanese documents show records of induced abortion from as early as the 12th century, and it became more prevalent during the Edo period. It is considered to be unlikely that abortion was punished in Ancient Greece or ancient Rome. All major Jewish religious movements allow abortion in order to save the life or health of a pregnant woman, and often support abortion for other reasons as well. Christianity has a more complicated relationship to abortion, for reasons that I'll go into in a bit, but for now let's just note that there very much were ancient Christians who believed abortion was morally permissible at least some of the time. Before the 19th century CE, first-trimester abortion was widely practiced and was legal under common law throughout the English speaking world, including the US and UK.

The reason I bring all of this up is because the political debate over abortion isn't really that old, and the debate tends not to actually be about the morality of abortion as an act so much as it is a proxy for other issues. The first backlash against abortion in the English Speaking world was in the 19th century, and was a direct reaction to the women's rights movement, which was starting during that time. In the US, anti-abortion laws began to appear as early as the 1820s, but picked up in earnest by the late 1860s. These laws were introduced for many reasons, including the fact that abortions were being provided by untrained people who were not members of medical societies and concerns about the safety of abortifacients. By 1900, abortion was a felony in every US state, but they continued to become increasingly available. By the 1930s, licensed physicians performed an estimated 800,000 abortions a year.

Jumping forward a little bit, let's talk about the history of abortion in the US just before Roe v. Wade. It's estimated that in the 50s and 60s, between 200,000 to 1.2 million abortions were being performed per year, even though they were illegal. Throughout that same time, the second wave feminist movement was growing, and was increasingly advocating for birth control and liberalized abortion laws. As a reaction to second wave feminism, a number of anti-abortion organizations, primarily led by Catholic institutions, cropped up to mobilize against the legalization of abortion. It should be noted that, at the time, abortion was not an issue for evangelical Christian groups. In the 1960s, 17 states legalized abortion for a variety of different circumstances. Then in 1973, Roe v. Wade happens, ruling that a pregnant woman has the right to choose to have an abortion without excessive government restriction. The ruling was 7-2 in favor of legalizing abortion. Even after Roe v. Wade, Christian Evangelicals were neutral to positive on the ruling. It's only after 1980 that Evangelical Christians started to organize around abortion as a political issue and joined the Catholics to form what we now think of as the Christian Right. There's a lot to say about that and why that switch happened, but for the sake of brevity, just know that the evangelical backlash against legalized abortion in the US started not as a moral crusade, but as a way of convincing people to vote for Ronald Regan instead of Jimmy Carter (who wanted to de-segregate schools). No political debate happens in a vacuum, and it's important to understand what other factors might have been at play when looking at where these debates come from and how the sides formed.

Culture

Lastly, let's talk a little bit about the cultural impacts of banning or legalizing abortion. The right to have or not have a child is necessary in order for women to achieve equality with men. Countries with high gender equality, such as Iceland, Finland, Norway, New Zealand, and Sweden, also have easily accessible abortion options. Criminalization of abortion disproportionately impacts poor women and women of color, and does nothing to address the systemic issues that may cause them to require abortions in the first place.

Researchers from the WHO and University of Massachusetts found that banning abortion is an inefficient way to reduce abortion rates; in countries where abortions were restricted, the number of unintended pregnancies actually increased, and the proportion of unintended pregnancies ending in abortion also increased. When abortion is banned, women aren't not having abortions; they're having illegal abortions that are done unsafely.

There is also some evidence to suggest that legalized abortion actually decreases crime rates. 20 years after the legalization of abortion in the US, there was an unprecedented nationwide decline of the crime rate (including murders, incidentally). The drop in crime is thought by some to be a result of the fact that individuals who had a higher statistical probability of committing crimes (people who grew up as unwanted children in poverty) were not being born.

Which brings me to my next point- the majority of people who are "pro-life" (at least in the US) aren't really pro-life. They're pro-birth. If they were truly pro-life, they would be interested in making sure that all of those babies had their needs met after they're born. They would be interested in making sure those babies can lead long, healthy, safe, and productive lives. They would be for universal healthcare, expanded social safety nets, parental leave from jobs, universal basic income, raising the minimum wage, mandated vacation time, increasing funding for public schools, decriminalizing drugs, abolishing prisons or at least reforming the police. They would be against the death penalty (ironically, some of them are actually for the death penalty for women who have had abortions), and for increased access to birth control, comprehensive sex-ed in schools, increased gun legislation, against war and nuclear weapons, for enforced mask wearing to prevent people from needlessly dying from a global pandemic... but those issues don't factor into their "pro-life" stance. They're for "the baby gets born and then has to pull itself up by its bootstraps like the rest of us."

Closing Thoughts

Look. I'm not super jazzed about abortions. I understand how they can feel like an ethical issue. I think we should do what we can to reduce the number of abortions that are performed- teaching comprehensive sex-ed in schools, making birth control and emergency contraceptive options widely accessible, letting men know that reversible vasectomies are an option. I think we should make abortion easier to access, so those who do need it can make the decision early in the pregnancy. But I also think that it's a very personal decision, one that's irreversibly life altering, and the person who's going to experience the life altering event should be the one who decides what happens. 65 year old conservative, Christian white men who will never be pregnant (and frequently don't really know how the female body works) shouldn't get to make that decision for them. As someone for whom pregnancy would be life threatening, I want to know that I have options should that situation present itself someday.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Ok ok I’ve had this thought for a while now, how about this. When Touya was a lil baby man his “dad” introduced him to his fellow pro hero’s daughter. Maybe the hero is a high ranking pro of another country. They hit it off and become friends. But his “dad’s” shit is too much and she notices his change and asks him and he maybe takes his anger out on her. But she just calmly takes it all, smiling and says after his rant, that he isn’t alone and tells him that her father is the same and that since her quirk (Emma Frost’s powers maybe) is powerful she’s doing the same to her. Then their friendship grows and later somethings happen Touya can’t take his BS so leaves without a trace. Years later she’s a pro hero ranking in top 5 in her country. They meet through pure coincidence. And he sees that she has an engagement ring on, and he’s like wtf and she just gives him a heartbreaking smile and says that maybe if he stayed it could have been him who gave that to her 🥺 you can go on from there Sorry it’s so long😥

I’m not going to force you to write it, just trying to give you ideas to inspire your writing. please don’t think that I’m forcing this on you 🙏🙏🙏 if you want to then ONLY should you write it okay 🥺😭

Can we just take a moment to look at him😭💔❤

Ps: sorry about the quirk part ;-; only after I saw it was a specific one

"UGH!" The once red haired kid hissed in pain as his body double over... sometimes he wished he could just had gained the blessing of not only rememberinh his mother, but inhering her quirk as well... his blue flames accordinh to his father cartied more potential than his... that he was almost perfect...

Yet he wasn't. His body couldn't handle the heat... as well as his mind couldn't tolerate more of the mental and physical abuse Endeavour put him, his siblings and mother too...

His forehead was against the ground as hs gritted his teeth the best he could to not pet out one miserable yey possibly inhuman shout... both of pain and anger.

Although he flinched back up when he fept a touch near his hot shoulder... thinking that was possibly his baby brother Natsuo worried abiyt him once again.

But it wasn't the white haired kid... it was you... standing in front of him with a worried face wjile holding a bucket of possible icy water and some towels.

"What?" He scoffs, doing his best to stand up without trembling.

(L/n) (Y/n) was the daughter of a famous pro hero from America... Her father being a close friend of Endeavour, somehow, introduced his daughter to the old man... the girl was a compassionate soul with a telepathic diamond kinda like quirk. Both of you grew closer as time went by... yet, he couldn't sadly hide it the pain he felt as his father slowly grew to be a abuser...

He couldn't just tell you about it. For what? Ruin the pertect Todoroki family sterotype and for yoi just to rub into his face about your perfect little lovingly family?

He would rather not.. bit todaay he was just fuming. Angry at his father, angry at his quirk... angry at himself

"You're burning up Touya-kun..." you whispered while kneeling down next to his fetal position form "Rough training..?" You whispered softly whiel clenching the towel before slowly rubbing the visible parts of his skin...

He remained silent, a frow present on his features as he clenched his legs closer to his torso.

"... Touya-kun?"he grunted at your call amd tried not to wince at the cold wet towel on his cheek "Is not only training right?"

"Took you long enough smartpants..." he chuckled darkly, brushing you off and putting his legs on a crossstype sitting.

".. wanna talk about it? It usually he-"

"Oh, like talking will just stop my stupid father to beat my mother and treat me and my siblings like shit.." he gritted his teeth at the memory and for spilling out what he didn't wanted to.

He saw how your eyes widened from the corner of his turquoise ones... scoffing at your reaction.

"Touya-kun I.. I know what is-"

"Oh dont come with the "i know how you feel" talk." He growled, glaring at you in anger "The spoiled princess have everything to goods and food in your home. A dad that just doesn't smiles as often as All Might, a mother that always remain by your side no matter what and you come with that bullshit?!" He widened his eyes at the curse he let out and how he shouted at you... a billions of regrets already forming inside his head until he saw a bit of tears on your eyes yet a kind and painfull smile on your lips.

"You think is like that?" You almost sobbed the words until you pulled your sleeves up to show him marks of cigaretes, cuts and purples dots adoring your skin as his eyes widened in horror...

"W..what?" He almost whispered as he grab your arm to inspectes closer.

"The comet hero, example of a father... does this to me every single day he comes back from a fight that didn't ended well or when I mess up with something on my training... while my mom is always drinking and watchs from a safe distance to not be hurr as well..."

Horror was present on his face as anger slowed build inside of him... so this was what heroes do to their children?! Him and you had been suffering in the hands of the most powerful and respected heroes out there...

If he had control over his power he swore he would chase your father down for everything he done to you.

"So yeah... I know how you must feel... Touya. You're not alone..." your arms slipped from his grasp only for you to fill the empty of his hands with yours, interviewing your fingers with his.

He couldn't even answer as he pulled you gently to hug as he craddled your head between his neck and hand, carresing your back with his free one.

If only he could be a little more strong... only to protect you and himself...

Yet that didn't stopped him to vow to himself to get some revenge on both of you.

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.

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Finally he was meeting wuth his baby brother Shouto. And now he was ready to burn all of the heroes and students present there just to prove his point that none of them were worth of even living.

Yes he was crazy, a sociopath that killed more than one hundred people. But whose fault was that again? Oh right! Endeavour... Todoroki Enji. His father that could dance with his son on the deepest parts of hell.

Just when he was about to send a attach towards Shoto the chaos around him was mute for a short few seconds.

'You would really hurt your younger brother like that..? Touya?'

"What the fuck..?" He muttered before receiving a kick on his hut wnough for him to gag on his own blood.

Quickly recovering he sended another attack only to see a woman made of diamond standing next to him, panting as her grip on the blades remained.

"Touya..." you blinked and a soon more human like appearance got back as the woman stared at him with horror "What happened to you?"

"Do I even know you sweetcheeks?" He asked nonchamtly before sending another wave of flames towards your direction only for your arm to get back on a diamond like shape as you blocked the attack.

"Seriously?!" You gasped while holding your blades.

He was about to attack before a flash of memories of his childhood appeared as he groaned at the pain it actually felt, but still reamained stood until his eyes widened at a image of his long lost childhood friend...

When his vision got back he stared at you... recogjizing finally after so many years.

"So you devided to become one of those fake heroes too (Y/n)..?" He snarled, forearm in front of him as he lit it into flames, hiding the actual hurt he felt.

"Our parents may have acted this way, but that doesn't mean all heroes belong to a world full of lies!"

"Bullshit." He attacked once again as you dodged, coming closer to him as he groaned and managed to lock you in the ground... seing a golden ring on your left hand as you tried to controp your breathing at seing his hand on your throat.

"What the fuck...?" That was a weeding ring... a fucking weeding ring. The woman that was supposw to be his was married to someone else...

You realized his grip lessen up a bit only because of the sign of the ring on your finger... realization come into your senses as you felt tears start to form in yout eyes as you manage to smile a bit... unknown to Dabi that you were contacting your side kick and husband to come for your rescue.

"... you know..." you brushed your fingers on his scarred face much like you did years ago, making him freeze qith turquoise eyes wide open "... it could have been you.. but.. you .. I thought you were.."

"Dead..?" He mumbled, still on top of you as his eyes narrowed at the golden ring ".. I wish.."

[queenxxxsupreme]

Hi i dont know if you take request but i would love to ask for a gerald x s/o that can turn into a big dragon. He didn't knew that and on a hunt that goes horribly wrong readers transformes and saves him and he is just in awe. Thank you

A/N: Babe I am so SO sorry this has taken forever to get around to!! I know this has been in my box for a good six months or so and I apologize for that. 

That being said.... I think I want to do more dragon!reader x Geralt fics :)

***

“Get down!” Geralt shouted, drawing his sword.

Jaskier was quick to grab your arm and tug you towards the treeline, but you refused to move, staying right where you were as you watched Geralt fend off the two wyverns.

“Y/N!” Jaskier called your name, giving you another tug but again you didn’t move. It was like he hadn't even tried to move you. 

His words fell on deaf ears as he began to practically beg you to move with him to the safety of the trees. 

Your heart raced in your chest, your pulse thumping loudly in your ears. You watched one of the wyverns swoop down and attempt to grab Geralt with its talons. 

The witcher fell to the ground on his back, narrowly escaping the razor sharp talons of the wyvern. Geralt signed aard at the one flying just above him, sending the beast spiralling to the ground behind him.

“Y/N, we need to go!” Jaskier gave your arm one last pull with all the strength he could muster. 

You turned your head to him. Fear was prominent in your eyes. 

“We don’t need to distract him.” Jaskier’s voice softened. 

You nodded and followed him into the edge of the woods. 

“Is-Is it always like this?” You choked out, watching helplessly as the lone witcher fought off the draconids. Your fingers tightened around Jaskier’s, nearly breaking them. 

“He’ll be okay- Ow! Ow! You’re holding me a little too tight love!” He winced.

You apologized and let him go, settling with holding your hands together at your stomach. 

Geralt managed to seriously injure one of the beasts, slicing its wing, but this only pissed the wyvern’s mate off. 

The wyvern spat venom at Geralt. The witcher signed quen just in time, creating a golden protective shield around himself. The wyvern flapped its wings and took flight, roaring in anger and fury. 

The White Wolf got to his feet, moving to finish off the wounded wyvern. He plunged his sword into its chest and twisted, effectively ending its suffering. 

Your stomach began to churn, fingers tingling as you watched Geralt turn just in time to swing his sword at the second wyvern, blocking its talons from grabbing him. A pressure on your chest formed, one you hadn’t felt in a long time, but you knew what it meant nonetheless. 

“He’s going to die.” You whispered.

“What? No, no, no, no.” Jaskier shook his head, nervously laughing. 

“Yes, he is! I can sense it!”

Without another word to the bard, you took off across the field. Jaskier called your name, chasing after you and cursing when you were too fast. 

The remaining wyvern had managed to disarm Geralt. He was bloodied and cut up pretty badly on his arms and there was a nasty gash on his left temple. 

As you approached the witcher and the beast, the wyvern looked up at you. Immediately, it stepped back, placing itself in front of its deceased mate as if to protect it from you. It hissed at you, flaring its wings out to make itself appear bigger. 

Before Geralt had a chance to call out your name, you stepped in front of him. He was on the ground, having just been thrown back by the wyvern. 

A deep, animalistic growl seemed to come from somewhere within you, resonating throughout the field.You trembled, glaring sharply at the wyvern, daring it to finish its attack on the witcher behind you. 

Your shoulders were squared and your head fell back as an earth shattering scream came from your lips. Something inside of you began to snap and your limbs twisted unnaturally. The snapping noise was gut-wrenching, and a noise Geralt knew all too well. It was the sound of bones breaking. 

You collapsed forward on to your knees, catching your upper body with your hands, nails digging into the muddy ground. Your clothes began to rip, shredding like parchment in the rain. 

Geralt watched helplessly as you cried out in pain, your humanlike screams mixing with something deeper, something more monstrous. He wanted to help you, to make sure you were okay, but he wasn’t even sure what the hell was happening to you. 

Slowly, your form was replaced with a black dragon. The monster lifted its head and spread its wings out, casting a dark shadow over the field and the two men standing behind it. 

The wyvern lunged at the dragon, even though the latter was three times bigger than it. The dragon easily caught the wyvern by the neck and bit down, instantly killing the smaller draconid. 

The dragon released the wyvern, letting its lifeless body fall to the ground. 

Geralt slowly stood to his feet, his sword in hand as he watched the black dragon. He wasn’t even twenty feet away from the massive creature. With one quick move, one of its wings could easily knock into him and send him flying across the field. 

The dragon turned to face Geralt, every movement it made caused the earth to tremble. Its eyes focused on the witcher, storm cloud gray irises with black slits. Its frame was slim but muscles rippled with every movement. Sharp black claws protruded from four massive feet. Two wings rested on its shoulders, spreading out on either side and still blocking out the sun. Two horns rested on its head, twisting as they pointed backwards. 

“Y/N.” Geralt whispered your name, his grip on the sword loosening. 

The dragon shuddered and just as quick as it appeared, it was gone. 

The sun returned, blinding the witcher for a few moments. When he regained his sight, he saw you laying on your side in a mud puddle. Behind you were the two wyvern corpses, which now looked monstrously huge compared to you. 

Geralt moved to your side quickly, sheathing his sword on his back. 

You were without clothes, curled up tightly in a fetal position. Your eyes were closed, brows drawn together with a pained expression. 

“Here.” Jaskier handed Geralt your cloak. “What…. Geralt, what the fuck just happened?”

“I don’t know.” The witcher admitted, putting the cloak over your body and then carefully scooping you up into his arms. You winced and whimpered, lips parting as a pained moan left your lips. 

***

Hours had passed and still, you were asleep. Jaskier had traveled to the next town over to get a room at an inn before Geralt followed with you in tow. It was difficult getting you up to the room. The innkeep was insistent that the local authority be called to come check on you. The innkeep feared the witcher was up to no good. But a simple cast of axii had the innkeep changing his mind.

Geralt sat by the bed you were on, head hung and elbows resting on his knees. Jaskier was sitting on the chest at the foot of your bed, softly strumming his lute as he tried to make sense of what had happened earlier in the day. 

“Geralt?”

“Hm?”

“How…. How long has Y/N been a, uh, a dragon?”

“I’m assuming all her life.” Geralt sat back, his hands resting on his thighs. “She never told me about it.”

“And you could never sense it?”

“I…. knew she had a magic aura, but she always said it was just for herbalism.” The witcher shook his head. 

Jaskier fell silent for a few moments before he stopped strumming his lute and looked at you. 

“Why wouldn’t she tell us, Geralt?” He asked quietly, brows drawing together. “We’ve known her for years.”

“Dragons are extremely rare as it is. She could have been fearful of what would happen if she let anyone know.”

“But we would never hurt her.” The bard wore a frown on his lips.

Geralt said nothing.

His mind kept replaying the transformation, the echoing crack of breaking bones tormented him. 

He shook his head, rubbing his eyes as if to make the thoughts go away. 

Then he tried to think about any signs he could’ve missed, how perhaps he should’ve known that you weren’t human. 

Your aura, for one, was powerful. He had no reason to think that you were lying when you told him your magic was used for herbalism and healing. He’d seen you work with injured people before. Hell, you patched him up on numerous occasions. You were gifted. 

You always seemed warmer than normal humans were. Your touch was sometimes too hot for the witcher to be comfortable. During the blistering summer heat, he’d find it difficult to sleep alongside you. But during the winter, he appreciated having his own personal heat source. 

Now that he thought about it, nearly every time that you three had to camp out in the woods, the creatures that inhabited the forest were silent. They could sense a predator nearby. They could sense you. 

Geralt let out a soft sigh, his eyes finding you. 

***

A little while later, you were stirring in your sleep, moaning in pain. 

“Y/N?” Jaskier, eager to make sure you were okay, stood up from the chest and went to your bedside. He placed the back of his hand on your forehead. “She’s burning up.”

“Geralt.” You murmured his name.

“Right here, dove.” Geralt moved to your side of the bed. 

Your eyes opened, unable to focus for a few moments. But then you saw him moving out of the corner of your eye, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. You turned your head to look at him, a soft smile crossing your features. 

He was safe.

“Hello, dove.” He smiled down at you, reaching down to brush some of your hair back out of your eyes. “How are you feeling?”

You thought about the answer for a few moments. Your entire body ached and your lungs burned. The familiar sting of smoke made your nose itch. 

The smile fell from your lips and you turned your head away from him, fearful that he’d be angry with you.

Geralt looked up to Jaskier and nodded towards the door. The bard silently nodded and left. Now wasn’t the time for you two to have an audience. You’d talk to him when you were ready, but first you had to talk to the witcher. 

“Y/N.” Geralt sat down on the edge of the bed. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, biting your bottom lip harshly.

“Dove, please look at me.”

When you didn’t react to him, he placed his hand on the back of yours. 

“I love you, Y/N, and nothing could change that.”

You took your time, remembering to breathe correctly. You sat up, wincing at your aching bones, and leaned against the pillows. Your eyes focused on your hands, on the scar that traveled along your forearm up to your bicep. It was just one of the many scars you’d received from a past lover who attacked you when you told them of your true nature. 

“The last man I was with…. I told him what I was.” You whispered. “And he tried to butcher me. He wanted to get me into my dragon form to slaughter me and sell different parts to whoever would take them for the highest price.”

“Y/N, you know I would never do that to you.” Geralt’s brows furrowed together, somewhat hurt from the very thought of you being fearful of him. 

“I thought the same with him.” Your eyes flickered up to meet his. “And I-I didn’t want to make that mistake again. Especially not with a witcher.”

“If you were afraid that I may hurt you when I found out, then why stay for so long?”

“Because I…. I’ve heard of you and I’ve seen how kind you are, Geralt. I never intended to fall in love with you. I just…. It happened so suddenly and I was afraid to tell you what I was.”

Geralt couldn’t help but feel hurt that you were afraid to tell him. Had he ever given you a reason to be scared of him? 

He looked down at where his hand rested on yours. His thumb brushed across your warm skin.

“I’m sorry, Geralt.” You murmured. He softly shook his head. 

“It’s okay, dove. I understand. I just…. I never want you to think that you can’t trust me.” He brought your hand up to his lips to kiss your knuckles. 

You offered him a little smile. You wanted to hug him but it hurt to move. 

Geralt noticed your discomfort and looked down at your ribs, which you cradled with one arm. 

“You’re hurt?”

“No, no. It’s just because I haven’t…. I haven’t shifted in a long time.” You shook your head. “My bones and joints…. They just hurt because they haven’t done that in such a long time.”

“It looked painful whenever you shifted.”

“It is.” You confirmed with a little nod of your head. “Bones have to break and joints pop out of place. Then they have to grow to take on the form of a dragon rather than this human one.”

Geralt hummed softly, taking in what you were saying. He’d always been fascinated with dragons, but due to them being so rare, his knowledge on them was limited. 

“I think I should sleep a little more.” You yawned, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth. “Would you lay with me, Geralt?”

He smiled just a little, nodding his head. He waited for you to get comfortable on the bed before he climbed on to it. He settled behind you, scooting as close as possible so he could hold you. He buried his nose in your hair, inhaling your scent. 

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[k1ng-for-a-day]

Can you do fluff and nsfw headcanons the nurse x survivor s/o?i think sally deserves love.. thank you!

Good morning my beautiful demons. The king has finally arrived, and I like to say I’m VERY SORRY for the inactivity. Due to schooling, my motivation to create posts is AWFUL. So please stay patient! If I haven’t gone to your requests, then again I’m sorry.

(And also yes Sally needs more attention 🥺🥺)

(And sorry for this being so short. Again I’m having a huge lack of motivation. Either way thank you very much 💞💞)

The Nurse has arrived...

💊💉 Upon arrival to the realm, you made a quick realization that you were at the Crotus Penn Asylum. This was the worst place that you were put in due to the cathedral like building in front of you. Maybe it was due to the eerie feeling, but something or someone triggered terrible thoughts to your head. Syringes: These tiny little things made you feel nauseous every time it like you. Additionally it made you feel terrified each time one appeared near you. Hell, even when it’s on your hand you start to shriek! These small needles just made you curl up in fetal position, and weep on the floor. It was technically a phobia since it was that bad.

💊💉 Nevertheless you knew you what you had to do. Get generators done, attempt to hide, and escape without blood on your hands. That was all.

💊💉 When you finally reached your first generator, you quietly crouched down and walked towards it, attempting not to alert anyone. Once you reached it you decided to work on the wire portion of the machine since it was an immense hassle. You never enjoyed working these little strings of torment since they would always function improperly, or they would be inadequate. Additionally you despised the fact that it could possibly blow a fuse if you made the wrong plug in, use the incorrect wires, or simply have the incorrect tools for it. (However this only applied with the toolbox). Nevertheless your ambition got the better of you, and you persisted. You wanted to get this terrible gut feeling out of you, so you needed to complete this efficiently.

💊💉 Though you could feel the taste of an exit door holding you graciously, you accidentally put the incorrect wires together. As you stared for an hour or two, you shook your head in disbelief. Shit! They’re going to kill me! You thought for a brief moment, and you quickly went in hiding. You crouched down to a corner, and held onto your knees hoping the killer would just pass by you. The fear of something poking you at any instant grew immensely, and that uneasy gut feeling made you tremble weakly. Your fragile body being slashed at and picked up, your whole entire plan being frabricated in seconds; everything was seemingly ruined. But why did you have this hopeless feeling? There wasn’t anyone near you since there was no terror radius. Then again it could be Ghostface... You thought for a bit, but proceeded back to your Gen. and surprisingly it wasn’t kicked! You completed the generator in no time, and went running to the next one.

💊💉 The next generator you approached was with someone you knew, but never interacted too much with outside the trials. It was Meg: the athletic workaholic. She always loved to loop killers around, and annoy them somewhat. She’s always a bundle of joy during these types of circumstances, and tries to comfort other people. She’s also immensely competitive, yet plays fair. You always strived to be like her, but with her dedication and hard work it’s nearly impossible to make headway like she does. Nevertheless you crouched down next to her, and worked on a different portion of the Gen. This particular portion was the power supply. All you had to do was make sure the energy levels were all evenly dispersed, and if they weren’t you had to remove a piece and plug it in a different section. This was much more difficult to fail since it didn’t require experience with wires and such. It was just a simple “where does it go?” Type of deal. Unfortunately, Meg accidentally blew a fuse do to her sudden excitement. And even worse; you heard a terror radius. You didn’t know who it was in particular, but you were terrified needless to say. You quickly hid in a locker since it was the closest thing near you, even though you knew they would search it. You held onto your mouth, trying not to make a sound, and closed your eyes. You imagined that you were dancing in the middle of your room with your favorite song. The anxious feeling in your stomach was dissolving, but you still heard the terror radius coming closer, closer, and even closer... you started to cry softly, trying not to alert them, but it was too late.

💊💉 When you saw the killer, your eyes shot wide and tears ran down your cheeks. It was the nurse: the most terrifying killer you’ve ever met. You always heard rumors about the syringe she carries, and how aggressive she can be to other survivors. She’s so quick to her feet that she could easily pull you to the ground. It made you tremble immensely to the point you started to cry even more. You never really looked at her hand since you were afraid to encounter the weapon she would carry, but oddly enough she didn’t even take you. She just stared at you blankly, or you assumed she did, and simply patted your head. She realized how scared you were since you were either new to the place, or you had some sort of phobia. In attempt to make you feel a bit more happy, she picked up a flower that she found on the ground, and handed it to you. She then left you in your little closet, hoping that you would come out and feel much more stronger. And surprisingly you were more collected with yourself. You slowly went out of your locker, and walked back to your generator. It was kicked, but not insanely a lot. Just enough to motivate you to continue.

💊💉 And just like that you were finally finished! Now all you had to do was move on to the next generator. And you were done. And fortunately enough your team only needed one more Gen... Coincidentally it was near you, so course you ran towards it.

💊💉 While the nurse was distracted by the other survivors, slashing them one by one, you quickly worked on the wires, slowly placing them in the correct order. You were becoming use to the way everything was, I mean you were slightly new to the world of the entity.

💊💉 For a while you forgot how you ended up here, but that nurse you met reminded you of certain aspects: syringes, people with blurred faces, and a commotion in the halls. That was all you could gather from that meeting. It gave you a chill down your spine, even though now was not the time. You needed to concentrate on your goal, which was to finish the generator and leave. Luckily someone approached you with a soft smile, and that person was Adam. He seemed very nice and philosophical. He would always talk on and on about what he believed, what books he read, and his advice towards you. Sometimes it got to the point you would zone out and forget what you asked him. You could tell he was very intelligent, but his mouth was what led him to victory. Nevertheless you continued on your Gen until you heard a familiar noise... it was the nurse! She was coming straight towards Adam with her hatch saw!

💊💉 Weirdly enough you kept hearing people talk about her holding a syringe instead of a saw. Maybe it was to torment you since you were alarmed easily. But currently it made absolutely no sense why people would confuse such a dangerous object to something more painful like a saw. You shook your head in disbelief, and was about to finish the Gen, however you accidentally blew another fuse! Quickly and quiet you looked behind you, and crouched down near a corner. She was coming quickly and saw you right then and there. She simply stared at you again, and reached her hand out.

💊💉 “Dont be afraid dear child,” she spoke to you, “I won’t hurt you as long as you don’t hurt me.” Her voice seemed to be genuine, semi intangible, and monotone. You took a good look at her before reaching out your hand: she seemingly had a bag on her head for some odd reason. Additionally she had blood all over her white unform. Her blood was possibly due to the other victims she has come acrossed and attacked, but then again it could possibly from her past. You didn’t want to ask since you were terrified. Additionally she seemed very hesitant to actually take you with her. She wasn’t really to sure if she should’ve even picked you to take care of in the current situation. Either way she just hoped you got her message clear. She didn’t want to actually hurt you, she wanted to take you out alive. In response, you reached your hand out and touched her’s. It felt immensely cold, like an ice cube or even a glacier. She then pulled you up from your position, and led you back to your generator. She stood beside you, and let you work on the machine, hoping you would finish it soon enough. She then left you to complete it, and chased down other survivors as well.

💊💉 Once you finished your Gen, you ran to the exit and pulled the gate open as quickly as possible. Someone was near you as well, and that person was Zarina. She waited patiently for the door to open, and asked you a couple questions about your arrival. These questions being “how are you doing so far? Are you alright?” And other similar ones to make sure you were alright. She didn’t want you to be scared, but wanted you to relax for right now. She seemed nice to you, but you weren’t very sure of it. Again, you were still new to this realm, so you didn’t want to mess around too much. As the exit gate opens, you heard that same noise, and suddenly the nurse appeared again! She stood in front of you, holding her saw, ready to strike! But she didn’t... she just stood in front of you... “Be careful dear... others will be harsh...” she told you, somewhat unintangible. You nodded and was about to leave, but you turned back. “Thank you... very much..” you told her and left. For some odd reason you felt saddened for leaving her. It was strange..

💊💉 After you left, you remembered how you came here, but you could barely vision it. A hospital, an exit, patients galore. It all came back to you within seconds it seemed. Again you weren’t really sure of it too much. Nevertheless you wanted to see the nurse again, and talk to her. Even though it may seem difficult, she probably would actually talk to you but not so much. She barely has a tangible voice in general, so she probably would barely talk since it may hurt her.

💊💉 One day, you saw her again, and you tried to go up to her. However, unlike last time, she was much more harsher towards you. Instead of approaching you kindly, she chased you around, striking you or attempting to. This behavior made you immensely scared to the point you trembled to the ground. Then it hit you. Your memories, fears, and visions of that night... that one night that landed you here...

💊💉 From what you remember vaguely, there was a hospital you use to work at with many clients. Those patients were very needy, and forced you to do things for them. Those tasks were to give them more medicine every hour, everyday until they snap. This place felt like a living hell for you, especially since you had no idea why they wanted to be injected. It got to the point they labeled you as “Dr. Injector” in order to tease you. One day you stopped giving them their precious medicine, and explained to them that they were running out of samples. However, they believed that you were lying considering the fact that this was the most rich hospital in your state. They went after you, chasing you down the halls, ripping at your clothes, until suddenly you flew through the exit! Unfortunately it wasn’t what you had intended it to be. It was a void like substance, staring back at you with those saddened, terrified eyes. You then arrived at a new location, brimmed with fear.

💊💉 From that moment you started to cry, desperately trying to get up from where you were. Unfortunately she picked you up before you could escape, however she didn’t hook you. Instead she took you to a certain location and put you down. She patted your head gently, trying to reassure you. The other members of your team were completing generators, and here you were right next to the killer. She then began to speak, “I’m sorry... I had too...” she seemingly whispered, “the entity... was after me...”

💊💉 What basically happened was that the killers criticized her when she would spare new survivors, and try to act friendly. Once this rumor spread around, the entity started to get fed up with her bullshit, and forced her to kill ever single survivor. If she was unable to do so, he would take something precious from her, and burn it in a fire. He would then use her as a puppet or decoration for a new killed. You satred at her in disbelief, and hugged her gently. This was terrible: having to be forced into killing others just because of your friendly nature? It was unimaginable. She stared at you, with what you can assume a melancholy glint, and hit you softly. You instantly fell on the ground, and were hooked. You closed your eyes and let the entity sacrifice you...

💊💉 Once you were back at the lobby, you cried silently away from everyone. You really wanted to see her again, but it would be immensely difficult. Luckily the match was finally over, and all the killers might’ve been talking with each other. You slowly went over to the killer area, sneaking past several security type things, and entered the area. You slowly tried to find the nurse, but you were met with other killers instead. The first one you recognized was Ghostface, but he was talking with someone that you saw as well. Another survivor here? Is this normal..? Next you saw Michael talking with another killer, and then you saw her. The nurse all by herself, sighing in relief. You quickly ran up to her, trying not to get caught, and wanted to jump out to hug her. However, someone already caught you...

💊💉 The entity caught you in the act, and tried to drag you away from her! You tried to remove yourself from him, but it was no use! You kept being pulled back into your lobby, and you were immensely weakened! You could barely even stand!

💊💉 Once you realized your circumstance, you held onto your knees and started to cry. You knew it was no use in seeing her. It was unfortunate how you could never seen her again. Maybe not even in another match..

💊💉 The next day you heard someone or something enter the lobby. They were immensely quiet, but you recongnized the noise. It was her.. next to you... alone...

💊💉 “Hello my dear...” she whispered, “I’m sorry for not coming towards you...” she apologized, and you hugged her in response. You wanted to make sure she felt okay, comfortable, and happy. You told her about a vision you had the other day, and she sighed. It was similar to her story as well.

💊💉 Basically she moved into a small town with her husband, smiling hand in hand. However he unfortunately died, and she was alone. With no other way to sustain herself, she had to work at the Crotus Penn Asylum, which was filled with patients that verbally, physically, and even mentally abused her. One day she just snapped and killed them all. Their blood was all over the walls, the beds, and simply everywhere you looked. She went insane.

💊💉 You held her hand gently and tried to reassure her. You told her that Andrew’s death wasn’t her fault, and that she would be alright. You both ended up cuddling against each other until the next day. You were finally happy, and had someone with you to keep you comfortable. To keep you as safe as possible.

[justsomemorewritersonthisapp]

Rantaro, Shuichi and Kokichi with a s/o that claims to be an edgelord and not scared of any thing yet they’re

Flipping scared of monsters, can’t watch horror movies without getting scared and screaming- also if there was a spider they’d cry and cling onto them XD

When I tell you this kinda sounds like me- I've never been able to watch a horror movie straightforward. If I "watch" a horror movie, it's because I'm watching it some other way like a reaction or a kill count. And I hate spiders. They're beneficial, yeah, but there is no reason for anything to have that many legs and that many eyes.. Anyways, Rantaro's lingers a little longer than the other two and the whole edgy thing probably isn't too well implemented, but I hope that's ok. Thanks for requesting anon! Stay safe, kith 💕

~Mod Tenko~

Rantaro, Shuichi, and Kokichi with an "edgelord" s/o

Rantaro Amami

You always claimed that you were this massive edgelord, that your heart was cold and dead

Well except for your boyfriend Rantaro

Rantaro usually goes along with your edginess and just let's you do your thing

You always bragged about how emotionless you were

But if Rantaro's with you when you say that, he'll kiss you on the forehead or your cheek just to watch your face flare up

You're like a tsundere, but you have edgy reasons for denying affection

When you two do dates you tend to stay inside because you say you prefer it

Rantaro's fine with it, but he does at least suggest a walk in the local park every now and then

One night he suggests a horror movie since Halloween was approaching

He can visibly see your expression change

You quickly go back to normal though and agree, but not without a waver in your voice

"Y-yeah, I suppose. This crap won't even phase me."

You two get situated on the couch with plenty of blankets and snacks and Rantaro puts on a sub-par scary movie after taking note of your expression

As soon as the movie starts building up suspense for a jump scare, you begin slightly trembling and clinging onto your avocado boyfriend

He just holds you and waits to see what happens, although hes fully prepared to shut the movie off if you say it's too much for you

Suddenly a monster pops up and,

"AHHHH!!"

Your scream was so genuine that it scared him and he paused the movie

"Babe, you alright? Didn't expect to ever hear you scream like that.."

You're trembling with fear and trying to play it off

He turns the movie off and turns a romcom on, embracing you in his arms as he comforts you

After that you two never watched horror movies again

But Rantaro still learned that you weren't as edgy as you claimed

Though he obviously already knew that

One day you two are coming home from a movie

Yknow, classic date

Well you come home to a small spider on your front door

Not only are you arachnophobic, you almost touched said doorknob spider

You

Freak

You're screaming and crying and cling to your boyfriend who is too stunned to do anything for a second

"S/o, it's a tiny spider, calm down."

Your response is more screaming and crying

You literally start hiccupping and doing those little wavered breath things

You're having a whole meltdown

Rantaro has to pick you up and take you inside after carefully removing the doorknob spider

Your 'edgy makeup' is destroyed and you're still crying and mumbling about the doorknob spider, trailing off sometimes to talk about how much you hate spiders in general

You're sitting on the couch going through the five stages of grief as Rantaro covers you in blankets and orders Taco Bell

He comforts you and you two watch Up and eat Taco Bell for the night, falling asleep on the couch

Shuichi Saihara

Shuichi never really said much about your edgeiness since he acknowledges he's like a toned down egdelord

But he definitely realized you weren't that much of an edge lord either

You and Shuichi like to shuffle up your movies and choose one

One day you pick out a popular horror movie

You freeze at the sight but manage to slowly play the movie

Shuichi is very attentive and noticed you were uncomfortable ever since you pulled the movie

He's already seen the movie with Rantaro and Kokichi, so he knows a jump scare is coming up

And he can feel you trembling from the build-up

He pauses it right before the jump scare and you let out a shakey breath

Still attempting to be edgy, you turn to him and let out a large sigh

"Why'd you turn it off? It was just getting to a great death!"

Shuichi looks at you and silently applauds you for still managing to keep the act up

Although he can still tell you're glad

He makes a mental note of your fear and pulls all the horror movies from your little movie raffle

And even though you're pretty good at keeping up your resolve, he's beginning to not take you as seriously

Shuichi's watching a documentary on a certain spider that could possibly be related to a case he's looking into

You walk in looking for a snack

Unfortunately your eyes focus on the TV screen

Shrieking

Shuichi was honestly half asleep, but now he's fully awake

Shuichi rushes up to you- now on the floor- in a panic

"WEH- S/O ARE YOU OK, WHAT HAPPENED?!"

You just sit there in the fetal position and mumble about your fear of spiders

Shuichi's confused at first but he sits down next to you and just runs his hand along your back and gives you words of encouragement like

Dont worry it's only on a screen, It can't hurt you, etc.

He makes sure to keep those fears away from you as much as he possibly can

Kokichi Oma

Kokichi finds your edginess hilarious

He actively makes light fun of you for it

Although if he actually hurts you he'll stop and be upset with himself

Kokichi isn't that big a fan of horror movies either, but he's good at hiding his emotions so he'll watch them with people

But he doesn't know that you're easily spooked

And he wants to know

For.. future reference

Pranks

He plans a surprise date with you and

Surprise!

Horror movie

You stiffen up at the sight, but quickly scoff at the choice and sit down with your little gremlin boyfriend

You hear him giggle to himself as the movie starts

You figure that he's already got you figured out, but you're stubborn so you still act all tough and emo

"Kichi this movie isn't even scaRY-"

As you claim your fearlessness, a jump scare pops up and you scream,

Very loud

So loud that even Kokichi gets startled

He pauses the movie and starts cackling

He's literally turning red

You have to make sure he's breathing a few times

He will never forget this and find this information very intriguing

After the event that you now call 'The Horror Movie Incident', Kokichi wonders if you have anymore common fears

He thinks up some common fears and wonders about spiders

Because spiders are fun to work with

So he gets a pretty big spider and runs up to you while you're working at your desk to show you

"Look s/o! Look, look! Isn't it cool?!"

"What is it Ki-"

Another very large scream

You fall out of your chair and just lay there and cry while telling him to get it away

Kokichi freaks out and puts the spider on your desk while he checks on you

"S/o, are you okay? Crap I'm sorry I-"

He's genuinely upset with himself and he helps you up

He makes sure to keep you from looking at your desk

He takes you to your room and sits you on the bed and apologizes to you

You take a second to catch your breath and wipe your tears

You pout and express that you're upset, but you can't stay too mad at your little gremlin

Although Kokichi is still very upset with himself, he accepts the offer you give for cuddles since it's rare cause you're usually 'too edgy for cuddles'

Yeah right

[feeling-uncomfy]

Eyyy finally I got it finished! Happy fic number 1! I'll have the other ready as soon as I can, and it probably won't be as long but I do hope you enjoy it anyways!

This one is soft because the boys need a break—

There is an eating disorder and minor self harm is mentioned, so be warned! Other than that it's all fluff!

Aziawa woke to the sounds of Iida and Bakugo yelling. Guess breakfast was being made. Aziawa rolled over and was met face-to-face with a ball of white. Aziawa huffed and pushed Koda's bunny off his bed and it scampered off, no doubt running for Mina or Ochako.

Aziawa stood and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked down at his phone. "Saturday, huh? Finally." Aziawa was sure the students shared the sentiment. He walked out, putting on a shirt and getting into the elevator. The voices grew louder as the door opened.

"Bakugo that's not how you cook that! You're supposed to—" Iida yelled, and was cut off by a pastry getting flung into his face. "Shut the fuck up! They're better than whatever you made, so sit down glasses!" Bakugo shoved Iida onto a stool and started cooking.

Aziawa said nothing and checked the time. "It's half five in the morning." He informed the students. The pair jumped and looked over at their teacher. "Do I even want to know what you're both doing up?" He asked. Iida stood straight and bowed slightly at the hip. "Apologises for waking you, sir!"

Bakugo scoffed. "We only did it 'cause birdie's gonna be gone for the day." Aziawa blinked. "Tokoyami?" Bakugo nodded. "He said Hawks wanted to do some extra training so he's leaving for the day." Aziawa's eye twitched. "That would be the third Saturday this month he's missed."

Bakugo nodded. "Also, he's been tired as fuck. I don't like it." He grumbled, putting pancakes onto a plate. Iida nodded. "Its true that we've been a lot more busy lately, but I've hardly seen Tokoyami the past few weeks outside of class." He said, looking at the plate as it was slowly filled.

Aziawa rubbed his eyes again. "What makes things worse is that, according to Hawks it's not the training that's doing this." Aziawa mumbled. Iida looked up, his worry evident. Bakugo scoffed. "Then what the fuck is his problem?" Aziawa shrugged. Iida opened his mouth to speak, but the elevator opening stopped him.

Tokoyami walked out— well, more like dragged himself out, yawning. He looked wrecked, and Aziawa could tell there were heavy bags under his students eyes. Tokoyami didnt even realise they were there until he quite literally walked into the back of Aziawa. His head snapped up, and he froze.

"Oh, um..." Tokoyami looked at the trio. "Apologises sir." He mumbled, walking around him. Tokoyami was sure no one would be awake. No one was ever awake this early in the morning. Tokoyami assured himself that it was fine, he'd just grab his water and go—

"Birdie, where're you going?" Bakugo snapped. Tokoyami looked up, confused. "I told you, Hawks wants to get extra training in–" Bakugo cut him off. "Yeah and the earliest train to Kushu leaves in three hours." Tokoyami looked at the counter, avoiding everyone's eyes.

Aziawa sighed. "At least eat something before you go." Tokoyami shook his head. If he ate anything he'd be sick. "I ate a little while ago." A lie. "I'll eat once I arrive in Kushu." Another lie. Tokoyami moved past them and walked towards the door quickly. "Where are you going?" Bakugo asked again. Tokoyami didnt answer.

"Tokoyami–" Aziawa called, but he was gone. Bakugo scoffed again and turned away. Iida blinked. Tokoyami left in a hurry, practically bolting around the back of the building. "Alright..." Tokoyami called Dark Shadow to his side.

"Fumi, I dont know about this..." Dark Shadow said this everytime they did this. Tokoyami never listened. "Dark Shadow, I have to do this." The quirk shook its head. "But you know that the school has a training regime for this! You don't have to get me to do this every morning." Tokoyami didnt look convinced.

"Dark Shadow, just do it." And thus, for the next two hours, Dark Shadow sent Tokoyami flying into the walls, trees, and anything solid. "Fumi, this isn't how you build endurance, this is just hurting yourself!" Dark Shadow called after half an hour.

Tokoyami lay on the ground, panting and in pain. "Again." He said through gritted teeth. Dark Shadow sighed, and Tokoyami ran towards him. Growing in size, Dark Shadow swung and Tokoyami gasped, getting hit in the chest. He smacked into a tree and flopped uselessly onto the ground. He panted, knowing he's going to be black and blue later on.

It was worth it. He couldn't afford to fall behind simply because he was weak.

"Let's go. Hawks will be expecting us soon." Tokoyami begrudgingly stopped the self-tourture and made his way to Kushu. His leg was in agony, and he walked towards the agency with a slight limp. As expected, Hawks greeted him with a warm grin.

"Tsukuyomi! How's my favourite intern?" Hawks exclaimed, wings stretching out. Tokoyami sighed. "Sir, I'm your only intern." Hawks laughed and clamped a hand onto Tokoyami's shoulder. "You got me there!" Tokoyami could only focus on the pain the touch brought, and hissed in pain, drawing back.

Hawks's demeanour changed. "What's wrong? You hurt?" Hawks checked him over. Tokoyami shook his head. "No, I'm quite healthy." He lied, trying to avoid eye contact subtlety. Hawks saw straight through the lie. "You sure? It's okay if you wanna skip out today—"

Tokoyami interrupted quickly. "No, sir! I'll be fine, you dont have to do anything like that." Hawks didnt like or understand why his intern was being so adamant about training lately, but he didnt comment on it any further. "Let's go then. We've got a patrol and then we can spend an hour training." Hawks said, leading his intern inside.

Tokoyami was ready, and the pair left. Dark Shadow seemed restless, and was actively searching for something that wasnt there. Hawks spotted a robbery, and the pair flew down. The criminals panicked and a fight broke out. Hawks could immediately tell that Tokoyami had gotten slower, his reactions were delayed and his movements sluggish. His intern was tired.

Hawks easily blocked a blow as one of the criminals got in close. Hawks was shoved aside, and Tokoyami was hit full force with a bright green powder. "Tsukuyomi!" Hawks called, restraining the criminal quickly. Tokoyami was bent over, scrubbing his eyes. "Kid, you okay?" Hawks asked softly. Tokoyami shook his head, then nodded.

He stood. "I'm fine, just a little–" Tokoyami cut himself off with a yawn. Hawks looked at the criminals. "What was that?" He demanded. The criminal in question shook with laughter. The other answered for her. "Its just a chemical our boss's been working on. None of your business, obviously." Hawks sighed, getting irritated.

"What the fuck was it?!" The criminals winced. "It was just a... I dont know, a thing! It'll wear off. Hopefully." Hawks ran a hand through his hair. "I asked what it was, not whether it would wear off or not." He said. The first criminal spoke again. "It's none of you business." He repeated, angry now.

Hawks was angry too. "Tell me what it was!" He spat, just as the police showed up. Hawks left unwillingly. Tokoyami swayed on his feet, feeling unsteady and hungry. He was fine two minutes ago, he couldn't understand what was—

"Tsukuyomi! Careful!" Hawks grabbed his arm and Tokoyami almost fell over. "M'sorry." He mumbled. God, his head was pounding. Hawks looked at him, concerned. "You wanna go back to the agency?" Hawks asked softly. Tokoyami blinked, and his eyes didn't open back up for a moment.

"Please." Hawks nodded and steered them in the direction of home. Once they got there, Tokoyami was practically asleep on Hawks. "Come on bud, nearly there." Tokoyami was sat on the couch. He immediately slumped forward onto Hawks's shoulder. Getting worried, Hawks tapped his interns beak. "Kiddo, you okay?"

Tokoyami had passed out on him.

Hawks sighed, and moved him so he was lying on the couch. Tokoyami looked peaceful for the first time all month. Hawks turned and went to grab a pillow and blanket. Hawks found himself yawning as he walked back. Tokoyami had moved, curled up in a fetal position taking up as little room as he could.

Hawks smiled and picked him up gently, wrapping the blanket around him. Tokoyami shivered slightly at the change, but fell quiet again. Hawks sat next to him and watched him for a little while, content. Even though it was a drug caused this, Hawks was happy that his intern was finally getting som rest.

His phone buzzed. Ahh, Endeavor found out. Hawks told him what was happening, and about Tokoyami getting a face full of green shit. "He should be fine. The criminals seem..." Endeavor trailed off, searching for the right words.

"They're dumb." Hawks laughed at Endeavors blunt words. "Yes, laugh while you can. They claimed these were going to be mass produced once their leader escaped custody." Hawks blinked. "What? We already caught their boss? Nice." Endeavor sighed. "Hawks, be serious here."

"Yeah, yeah. Listen, this looks like a job for number one. And as number two, I'm not doing shit." Hawks grinned as Endeavor snapped at him. "Gotta go!" Hawks pressed the hang up button.

"Hawks—"

Endeavor scowled at his phone as Hawks pocketed his. Hawks turned towards the kitchen when—

Tokoyami walked past him. He looked absolutely dead. He coughed as he reached for a tissue. Hawks sighed. "What am I gonna do with you? Come on, baby bird. Back on the couch." Tokoyami looked at Hawks, eyes unfocused. When he didnt respond, Hawks got slightly worried. "Kid?"

Tokoyami walked past him again, towards the gym. Hawks followed, curious. Tokoyami let the blanket wrapped around him fall and walked towards the weights. Hawks stared in partial amazement and concern as Tokoyami started exercising.

"Kid? Hey, wait a second—" Hawks had to quickly catch his intern, who could barely hold the weights up. "Kid, I'm all for training hard to be a hero, but this is..." Tokoyami didnt stop, pushing himself even though all he felt was pain. "This is excessive. You need to stop." Hawks used a few feathers to lift the weight and held the kids upper arm.

As soon as it was gone, Tokoyami fell forward. He was tired and sore, but that wasnt an excuse. But he didnt think he could move anymore even of he tried. Hawks knew that, too, and picked him up. "Jesus kid, have you gotten lighter?"

Hawks felt like Aziawa. He felt like a father, and he hated it. He just wanted his kid to take care of himself, for god's sake, was that so hard? Hawks sighed when Tokoyami tried to stand up again, but stopped when he saw him reaching for the blanket he'd abandoned on the floor.

Hawks picked it up and wrapped it around Tokoyami, who instantly curled into it without complaint. Hawks left him on the couch, and went to the kitchen. Could he call Aziawa? Nah, he'd yell at Hawks. Endeavor? Shitty parent, plus he was angry. That left....

"This should be fun, huh, baby bird?" Hawks said softly, hanging up the phone and settling next to Tokoyami again. Tokoyami sniffed. "I'm fine, really." His voice had become scratchy, and it sounded like it hurt to say. Tokoyami swallowed, and it felt like he was eating gravel.

Hawks nodded, not buying a word of it. "Sure. And Aziawa isnt tired right now." He probably was, anyways. "Why're you pushing yourself so much, anyway? It's not like you to be this self-destructive." Tokoyami's head snapped up, and he winced. "I'm not being self—" He dissolved into a coughing fit before he could choke the words out.

Hawks patted his kids back. "Hey, hey, baby bird, relax, breathe for me." He spoke softly, and the coughing stopped after a minute. Tokoyami took in a large breath, and Hawks was worried he'd choke again. When he didnt, Tokoyami tried again. "I'm not being self-destructive." Hawks nodded again. "Uh-huh." He said sarcastically. "Then what do you call training until you cant stand straight?"

Tokoyami paused, not being able to think of an answer. "That's what I thought." Hawks leaned back. "I'm not mad." Hawks lied, reassuring Tokoyami slightly. "I'm just worried. As your mentor and as your older bird bro. This isnt healthy." Tokoyami nodded numbly. He knew it wasnt, but that couldn't stop him.

Hawks was angry, not necessarily because his intern was training so hard, it was the fact that he seemed to be neglecting other aspects as well. According to Aziawa, Tokoyami had been doing better in classes, which would be good. If Tokoyami had been taking care of himself as well. Not once had Aziawa seen the kid eat or drink much in the past three weeks.

It seemed he had stopped sleeping, too. One of the other kids came to Aziawa about it, Hawks couldn't remember who, but they had seen Tokoyami outside at the crack of dawn almost every day before class. Hawks couldn't understand why Tokoyami hadn't stuck with the training regime he had laid out for him.

Tokoyami looked at him. He mumbled something. "Hmm? What was that?" Hawks leans forward. Tokoyami jumped slightly. He was silent for a minute. "You are mad. You're making that face again." Hawks stopped. "What face?!" Tokoyami glanced over at him.

"You always do this thing when your angry, it's hard to miss." Tokoyami explained. "You bite your tongue inbetween your front teeth and one eyebrow goes higher than the other." Tokoyami pointed at his face, though he couldn't show him. Hawks was amazed. He forgot he did that.

"Huh. How perceptive." Hawks laughed slightly. Tokoyami didnt answer. "Yeah, I'm a little angry." Hawks admitted. When he saw Tokoyami's face fall out of the corner of his eye, he was quick to explain. "I'm not angry at you, its just that— well, a friend is supposed to be here right now, and—" Hawks was cut off.

"So I'm taking up your time? Forgive me, I didnt mean to—" Tokoyami stood up shakily. Now both birds were talking over each other, mixing up everything. Hawks was louder, and his voice rang clear. "No! No, your not taking up anytime, sit down!" He gently pushed Tokoyami back onto the couch.

There was the sound of the door banging open, and Hawks sighed in relief. Help was here. "Sorry it took so long. Traffic was absolutely shit. Got some medicine though." Miruko came in, sitting on the coffee table. "Jesus, you dont look so good chick, what's up?" Her voice became soft. Tokoyami shrugged as Miruko ran a hand over his feathers.

Hawks relaxed. "That's why I called you. To help." Miruko nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Hey chicken, let's ditch the hawk and go get some food." She stood up and Tokoyami looked uncertainly over at Hawks. "Miruko, no. I dont think thats a good idea." Hawks said, glancing at the shopping bags. Miruko rolled her eyes and scooped Tokoyami up easily.

She seems to understand then. She blinked down at the kid, and then at Hawks. "Birdie, hate to be a helicopter parent here, but..." She sat down, Tokoyami still in her arm. Hawks tuned them out, and took out a thermometer. He looked up, and Miruko was poking Tokoyami's beak. "You gotta take care of yourself, or you'll fall apart, got it?"

Tokoyami nodded. He felt like he was being babied. He hated it. Yeah, sure, he hadn't eaten a lot, or slept, but he was fine. He didnt need Miruko to look at him like he was made of glass, or Hawks to worry over him like he was helpless. He wasnt helpless.

Tokoyami moved away. Miruko held an arm out, and Hawks tried to get him to sit back down. "I'm fine." Tokoyami walked away. Hawks stared after him. Tokoyami walked down the hallway before turning a corner and breaking into a run. This was a mistake. He was going to get sick. Where was the bathroom? It was all blurring together.

He got to a door and walked in. Thank god he chose the right door. Doubling over, he emptied his guts into the toilet. "This is so unfair..." He groaned, before ducking his head into the basin again. His stomach was empty, what was he puking?! The lights were so bright, they hurt his eyes.

He slumped uselessly against the rim, feeling drained. From what? Puking? He really was weak. His eyes slipped shut, and Tokoyami felt sleep tug in the back of his mind. He shook himself and tried to get up. The world span and Tokoyami fell, smaking onto the tile harshly. There was a loud bang, which he hoped wasnt something important. His eyes fell closed again, and the world faded out.

Hawks and Miruko were talking. "I don't like it. You sure this was intentional?" Hawks nodded. "There's no way he accidentally forget to feed himself." Miruko let down a forced laugh, and nodded. "Speaking of, where is he? It's been a few minutes—" There was a crash from down the hall. Hawks stood up quickly and took off, Miruko was right behind him. "Oh shit..." Miruko saw Tokoyami passed out on the floor.

Hawks knelt beside him. "Baby bird? You okay?" Tokoyami let out a puff of air, but didnt react. Hawks sighed. "Fucking hell, kid..." Hawks picked him up. Miruko led them back to the main office. Hawks went for the elevator. "Grab the bags." Miruko nodded, and in no time they were up on the top floor.

Hawks put Tokoyami into his room, knowing the couch wasnt as comfortable. Miruko checked his temperature. "That's a high number Hawks, I'm really starting to hate this." Hawks nodded along. "He should learn a lesson from this, but I'll beat self-care into him if I have too." Miruko cracked a laugh at that.

They ended up ordering food, making sure to order extra for Tokoyami. Hawks went in every once in a while to make sure nothing bad had happened. Other than a small fever dream, Tokoyami slept peacefully. Miruko and Hawks settled, when Aziawa called.

"Care to tell me why my student hasn't returned yet? Can't he go one day without you doing something stupid?" Aziawa snapped over the line. Hawks explained what happened over the day. "I honestly cannot say I'm surprised." Aziawa sighed. "Though I will have to scold him about poor health management." Miruko joined in, swallowing her food. "No need, we already beat him up."

Aziawa rolled his eyes over the line. "Whatever. I'm his teacher, I should have been able to prevent this." Hawks nodded along, his feathers sensing movement. "You keep Eraserhead busy." Hawks whispered, and disappeared down the hall. Hawks's bedroom door was open, and Tokoyami had rolled over, staring at the ceiling.

He looked like shit. "Hey baby bird, you doing okay?" Hawks approached carefully. Tokoyami looked over at him and sat up. He looked ready to cry. Hawks sat on the bed, wings splayed around them both, shielding them. "What's up?" Hawks asked quietly.

Tokoyami shook his head, and tears gathered in the corner of his eyes. He felt tired and sick, and suddenly the tears wouldn't stop. Panicking, Hawks threw his arms around his kid, embracing him tightly. Tokoyami gripped Hawks's jacket, burying his face into Hawks shoulder. His entire frame shook and he tried not to make any noise.

Hawks rubbed his back softly. "Its okay, you're okay. I'm here." Hawks wasnt sure what caused this, but he was concerned to say the least. Tokoyami hiccuped and studdered out apologises. "Why are you sorry? You didnt do anything wrong, baby bird." Tokoyami shook his head. "M'didn't mean t'make you worry, just wante' t'be better..." Hawks looked down at his kid. "Oh, kiddo..." It made sense now. It still made his blood boil, but it made sense.

"Baby bird, this isnt how you get stronger, okay? This is how you hurt yourself." Hawks said gently, and Tokoyami nodded, apologising again. Hawks hushed him. Tokoyami stilled after a while, breathing returning to normal. "You feeling better?" Tokoyami shrugged. Hawks laughed softly.

"You wanna try eating?" Tokoyami looked up. No, he didnt. But it would be rude to deny something offered to him. Tokoyami nodded, and Hawks brought him in. Miruko gave them a knowing grin and turned back to the phone. "He's here, Eraser! You can beat him up now."

Tokoyami froze. "Mr. Aziawa...?" The phone was passed to him. "Tokoyami." Aziawa began. "You should already be aware of this, but—"

The phone was snatched out of Aziawa's hands. "Fucking bird! I'll kill you!" Bakugo was running as he yelled. "We heard what happened from Earphones, and when you get back, I'm gonna fucking—"

Iida came into view. "Bakugo, behave yourself!" Tokoyami sighed. "Thank you Iida-" Iida glared at the phone. "Tokoyami, as class president, I'll have to scold you too." Tokoyami let his head fall back as Iida started yelling. Hawks snickered and Miruko laughed loudly.

"Iida, Bakugo! Get back here— Yayorozu I've already told you, you and Shouji cant leave! No, I dont wanna hear it— Bakugo Kasuki!" Aziawa was screaming over the line.

Hawks covered Tokoyami's ears as Aziawa let out a spew of curse words. Miruko laughed again, and added her hands. Aziawa came into view again and stared at the three. He shook his head. "Tokoyami lives with Bakugo. He's heard much worse, I assure you."

Hawks gasped dramatically. "My intern? My Fumikage listening to curse words? Never!" Tokoyami couldn't help the laugh that escaped him, and his shoulders shook. Hawks gasped again, but it was genuine. "Did I just get my dark and edgy intern to laugh?" Hawks looked up at Miruko, amazed. Miruko grinned wide.

Tokoyami laughed louder at the sight of Hawks's face. Miruko joined in, and Aziawa decided fuck it, and let them laugh. He could give out shit later. The laughter didnt die down until Tokoyami started coughing his lungs up. Hawks steadied him while Aziawa spoke.

"It seems you're already aware of the absolute hell that awaits you when you get back." Tokoyami winced and nodded. Aziawa continued. "However, I will be asking you to start taking care of yourself. I know how this sounds, but you shouldn't prioritize an 'A' over your health. Yes, you should try do well, but I'm not asking for you to ignore your needs to do that."

Aziawa sighed. "I apologise if we made you think that your grades were more important." At this, Tokoyami's head snapped up. "Sir, you didnt make me— this isn't your fault!" Tokoyami couldn't grasp the concept. Nothing about this was Mr. Aziawa's doing. Aziawa raised a brow, but didnt comment. "Now, as punishment for refusing to preform self-care, you wont be participating in training next week." Tokoyami nodded.

"Instead," Aziawa explained. "You and a few others I have caught will be resting in the dorms during this time. I expect you to catch up on all the sleep you missed, and you're to eat regularly." Tokoyami nodded, confused. "As in if you dont eat, it'll be shoved down your throat." Tokoyami gulped and his grip on his shirt tightened. He didnt enjoy the image of having food shoved down his throat.

"We'll make sure he does! And we'll get the others that havent been taking care of themselves too!" Mina yelled from offscreen. Hawks snorted and Aziawa sighed. "Well, that's all from me. Get some sleep, you can come back tomorrow." Tokoyami nodded. "Thank you, sir." Aziawa looked at him.

"Anytime, problem-child." Aziawa hung up. Hawks leaned back. "Well, that went okay." He commented. Miruko shrugged, and Tokoyami fell back against the couch. Miruko took some chicken out of the takeout bag and presented it to Tokoyami. "Eat up, chick. This'll help make the pain go away." It wouldn't, they all knew. But it was a start.

Tokoyami chewed slowly, almost afraid to swallow. He didnt want to puke again. Hawks encouraged him, and Tokoyami swallowed. Immediately, he doubled over, having something in his system for the first time all month was a lot more painful than he thought it would be. Hawks patted his back as he heaved.

"Easy, easy, baby bird. You can do it. Try again for me, okay?" Tokoyami shook his head. Miruko bent low. "Come on chick, you can do it." Tokoyami took it slow, and ate some more. He didnt keep it all down, but eventually something stayed in his stomach. Hawks wrapped an arm around him. The three ended up watching a movie together.

Around halfway through, Miruko brought out ice-cream, and Tokoyami found that to be a lot easier to eat, as it was kind of melted. Tokoyami managed to keep it down, and he conked out at the most important scene of the movie. Hawks was disgusted, but Miruko slapped him before he could wake Tokoyami up.

Hawks used his feathers to clean up, and he and Miruko fell asleep on the couch two hours later, Tokoyami wedged in the middle. Endeavor stopped by, and saw them sleeping peacefully. He scoffed at first, but decided against waking them up. He left the paperwork and disappeared.

The next morning, Hawks woke up to Tokoyami's spot abandoned. "Baby bird? Where'd you go?" Hawks stood up, Miruko shifted, but didnt wake. Hawks heard something from the bathroom. Hawks walked in to find Tokoyami, puking up last nights meal.

"Baby bird? Why didnt you wake me up?" Hawks sat next to him and rubbed his back. Tokoyami finished, and fell slack against Hawks. "Didn't wanna..." Tokoyami sighed, eyes closing. "How much did you sleep?" Tokoyami didnt answer. "Fumika— oh." Hawks stared down at the sleeping teen. So he hadn't slept much, then. Hawks sat there for a moment, before moving and picking Tokoyami up.

He left Tokoyami in his room, and Tokoyami grabbed his sleeve. Hawks sat down again, and Tokoyami drifted off. Hawks scrolled through his phone, when Aziawa called again. "What's up?" Hawks asked, holding the phone to his ear. "I said bring him back tomorrow, does that mean nothing to you?!" Hawks blinked.

"What?" Aziawa sighed, angry. "Hawks it's almost three o'clock in the afternoon. I called you at ten last night." Hawks suddenly laughed. "Sorry, kids still sleeping. I'll bring him over in a while." Aziawa huffed, but hung up. Hawk sighed and dropped the phone as Tokoyami shifted against him.

Hawks ran a hand through his kids feathers. "You are gonna be the death of me, baby bird." Tokoyami didnt respond. Hawks looked at the ceiling, smiling.

Hawks couldn't bring himself to care.

Hawks sent Tokoyami on his way, and he got yelled at. A lot. Also he was fed, which was good. He, Midoryia and Shinsou ended up not going to training the next week, dedicating the week to 'self-care'. None of them really wanted to, but it was this or have Iida, Bakugo and the rest of 1A on their asses, so they went with self-care.

Tokoyami drifted off to sleep, a fresh cup of tea drank and his lunch eaten. He gave Dark Shadow skriches, and the shadow purred happily and curled up. Tokoyami looked up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, content and healthy.

These kids need to take care of themselves or I will—

Also I lied this was kinda sad, sorry—

Hope you enjoyed! The next one will be out ass soon as I can get it out, sorry for any delay!

[companionjones]

Four Years

Requested by: Anon

Request: ~if u dont take requests like this plz ignore this~ So the reader is like 19 and has a history with drugs and was mixed in with a real bad crowd as a teen. Now shes the twelth doctors companion and is trying to get sober (he didnt know she was using) and shes going through bad withdrawal. (Sweating, migraines, bad fatigue, throwing up, fever, shaking, shivering.)

Pairing: Platonic!Twelfth Doctor x Reader

Fandoms: Doctor Who, New Who

Warnings: Talk of drug use, throwing up, other withdraw symptoms

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    Sitting on the floor of your bathroom on the TARDIS, you were in the middle of a break between puking spells. You were shaking and your head was pounding so much that you were barely aware of the world around you. You didn’t even notice the Doctor had entered the room until you flinched away from his arm on your shoulder. You knew he was speaking to you, but you didn’t have the energy to pay attention.

    Next thing you knew, the Doctor was helping you to your feet. You didn’t want to get up, didn’t want to move, but you were too weak to fight him. You threw up in the hallway before you got to your destination.

    The Doctor helped to lay you down on a table in the medbay. You shut your eyes to shield them from the florescent-like lights, and you pulled your legs into the fetal position in a vain hope to make your stomach feel better.

    “Drink this,” were the first words out of the Doctor’s mouth that you could actually make out. He was offering you a paper cup filled halfway with a blue liquid.

    Just seeing the drink made your stomach churn, and smelling it made you gag. You tried to turn away.

    The Doctor gently touched your shoulder. “No. Come on, you can’t do that now. Come on, drink up.” He pulled your mouth open as tenderly as he could (you didn’t fight him that much because you knew that he was trying to help). He poured the liquid down your throat.

    It burned, and you grabbed his arm to ground yourself and keep from throwing up the elixir.

    He put his other hand on your cheek and stroked it to comfort you. “Deep breaths. Deeeeeeep breaths.”

    After a minute, you felt better, but you still knew you wouldn’t be out of the woods for a while. Your head still felt groggy, and your stomach still felt a little weak.

    The Doctor explained, “It’s going to lessen your symptoms for a while...enough time for you to get some sleep...I don’t know exactly how long, though. That depends on how long you’ve been using.”

    “Using...?”

    “Yes, using,” he repeated with a knowing look in his eye.

    You swallowed, “I...don’t know what you’re talking about--”

    “Don’t be stupid!” The Doctor momentarily lost his comforting composure. He quickly regained it. The Doctor sight, “Just...let me help you, alright?”

    Out of shame, you shut your eyes.

    He noticed your discomfort, and tried to lighten the mood. He pulled up a chair and smirked, “They call me the Doctor, remember?”

    Your lips twitched up as well.

    The Doctor asked again, softer that time, “How long have you been using?”

    “...Three years, I think?” you replied after a moment. “No...Jeez, by now, I think it’s been four.”

    The Doctor bowed and shook his head. “Y/n...”

    “I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you. I know,” you apologized. “But you were promising so much. I thought I would start over. Start another life.”

    He sighed, “You’re not the only one who’s made mistakes, Y/n. I’ve made plenty of my own...You can never erase your past...But you can always make better choices. You can learn from your past mistakes, and make better decisions. If you’ll let me, I can help you.”

    Taking a deep breath, you started to nod.

    He smiled, “Good...I’ll be right by your side, Y/n. I promise.”

    “Thank you so much, Doctor.”

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[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Nightmare

Warnings- Non Con situation, involved around Y/N dealing with aftermath of Survival. Sensitive subject. Personally I just felt like Y/N trauma needed to be told. 

Im hesitant to add tags, but I will, can choose to read or not. 

Word Count- 2413

Would it ever end?

You laid there limp as the beast of a man rutted into you, his breath hot and sour washing over your face and you could imagine it tangling in your hair, never to escape the feel of it huffing from him. His hands pawing at you, rough bruising grasps and sharp stings to constantly bring you back to attention on him, not even giving you the freedom to loose yourself in your mind. “Your such a good fuck” He grunted out, the face looming above you greedily taking it all in. Dirty, you felt ruined at this point and no longer tried to fight it. Oh you did at first, but there sheer size and overall health made them stronger, and knowing that they had nothing to fear, there viciousness in what they could do was unbound. In hours they broke you all over, you knew your nose and possibly cheek bone was busted, marks covering your body, and mentally, well that shattered last. After they told you how Curtis was basically alone and they been toying with him.

"You really think hes coming back Doll, dontcha?" He leaned in close to your face, trying to catch your lips as you turn your head away.

"Awww Sid, this little cunt here dont know no better. We be keeping tabs on you tail enders. Easy to pay for information back here." Your gut sank, cause people were desperate enough, it would be easy.

"He ain't getting there darling." His fingers grabbed your chin to make you look at him, drive his point home. "He will be dragged back here and bullet between his eyes. Way it always been. Now, you gonna be my sweet lil hunny, or we gotta keep breaking you in?"

Someone end it please.

Finally he got off you, his hand planting against your chest to leverage, his weight made all the air rush out and make you gasp "awww I knew you liked that baby by all those little noises" he laughed and twisted your hip enough to spank your ass "best youve ever had, I can tell." Tucking himself away, he left you alone and for a moment your just quiet, but the shock wears off and a sob breaks, making you roll to your side and pull up your legs, your body racked with pain. Fuck you needed it to end.

Laying in the middle of the aisle, you prayed one of the survivors of the most recent massacre got the children away, they unfortunately had to witness the execution style killings, you didnt want this atop of it. Moments later you felt a pair of hands grasp your coat and you flinch.

"Y/N, ssh its just Sara." The woman crooned and you tipped your head to look at her.

"Hide, get out of sight or else... " it was a dangerous time to be a survivor.

"I will, I cant leave you here for when they come back, your bunk isn't far. Out of sight, out of mind right?" She pushed on you to get you to move, and unsteadily you pull yourself up. It wasnt that far. And if this was gonna be it, you might as well be where you were happiest. Together you shuffled down the aisle. Looking up, the climb seemed so much longer then usual and Sara glanced up to what you were looking at. "What about Edgars bunk?"

"No, I can make it.... I want to be home." Your voice had a hint of a plea, and she nodded.

"Okay, brace your foot there and I will help push you up."

After a few moments, you rolled into yours, and hearing someone clamping up the aisle, Sara disappeared from sight. Please keep going, please keep going.... You got lucky, they didn't stop.

Laying in the bunk, you roll to your back to look up, it was familiar. You could feel yourself slightly loosening, letting the pain creep in slowly. First it was the physical, your fingers lightly probing your face and wincing at even the slightest touch. Your fingers came back sticky, blood. You thought it had dried but the cut must have reopened.

Touches flowed down your body and you sobbed, trying to muffle with your sleeve over your face. What were you going to do? You didnt want to tell Curtis. Fuck, Curtis, was he even still alive? If he wasn't, it would end you. Your brother was taken, your parents executed... Curtis was whom you had left.

In this moment you couldnt help but be mad he wasn't here, scared that he might not come back, and shock settling in due to the past 6 hours? 12 hours? You had no idea how long its been anymore.You lost track when they lined up the car with the people to be executed, one by one they crumbled. You had seen it before once, but all that followed. Tears started blurring your vision and you twisted to your side, tucking your legs in against your stomach, small, fetal, can you disappear if you try hard enough?

Lifting your gaze, one of Curtis coats was nearby and you reached to grasp it. Dragging it over yourself, you tuck yourself tighter, able to hide yourself under it entirely.

It was familiar, the scent enclosed you, the slight scratchy wool rough against your cheek, you didn't care about the pain. Rubbing your face in it, feeling it dry your tears. The weight of it, almost like Curtis was right there.

Hand splaying against your stomach "I got you baby, it was just a nightmare." Warmth against your back and the feeling of his beard scratching lightly against your neck, whispering to you. "Can you tell me Babygirl?"

The silence stretched out the seconds. You wanted to, but your words were lost. He didnt push yet, kissing your shoulder. His fingers sought out your skin underneath, rubbing gently along your hip, then along your ribs. It was gentle and calming, you finally loosened enough to speak.

"Same as always, going through the cars to find Matt. But can never find him. I cant ever find him." Twisting to face him, he tugs you in against him, hiding your face against his chest, his arms tightened instinctively around you. "The worst is I just don't know. If hes dead, then hes gone." Your voice cracks, guilt seeping in your tone, muffled in his shirt. "But what if Matt's alive Curtis? And he is waiting for me. All this time waiting..." Drifting off, he leans back slightly and looks down at you, right now you look so small in his arms.

"Y/N, babygirl you did all you could that day. Wilford plays god for now and takes what he wants. But it won't always be that way. Matt won't hold it against you that your trapped here"

Silent you listen and nod against his chest, he turned and laid on his back, letting you get comfortable again, you knew he was right. There really wasnt anything more to be done that day.

You smiled slightly at the memory, albiet sad it still was one you fell back on. It blossomed an ache of familiarity in your chest, always taking care of someone he was.

You were currently trying to wash dirty rags for the sick bay your parents managed, a few bunks set aside for when people shouldnt be in the general population. Wringing the rags out, you couldnt help but hear a little girl somewhere in the shadows sniffling. Before you could go find her to see if she was okay, Curtis had heard her as well. You simply watched, this was the first time you have seen him interact with the children since what had happened in the beginning, normally he tried to avoid them, as well as there parents urging there children to stay away from well everyone. 

“Hey, why you crying?” He moved to slide down onto the floor, sitting next to the little girl, holding something in her lap.

“My dolly broke, and I cant fix her.” She held up a barbie doll that had seen better days. Its hair was matted, scuffed and the normal tan looking doll was almost black. She was a well loved toy though, so few and far between, it was probably one of the few still existing on the last car. Curtis reached for the doll and the arm that had popped off. 

“Well now lets see what we can do.” He studied it a moment, his brows coming together in concentration, and the little girl shuffled in closer, watching his hands work on the arm just as closely as he was, her tears catching just enough light to sparkle as the remainder got caught in her lashes, all but forgotten now. Suddenly there was a triumphant grin, and a squeal of happiness from the girl as she sprang up, holding out her hands to retrieve her doll joyfully. 

“You did it! You fixed her!” She lunged to hug him and ran off, calling a name you didnt catch. Curtis just watched her dissapear. You step out from where you had been watching, hands to hips, grinning.

“Well arnt you a hero.” 

Catching him by surprise, a bit of pink rising to his face and he pushed up off the floor, scowling a bit. “It was nothing” 

“Uh huh, tell that to her.”

He gave a shrug and tried to change the subject. You let him, but you certainly werent going to forget it. 

Sighing to yourself, you stretch your legs out a bit, wincing at the stiffness and aches settling in your thighs. It had grown quiet in the car, sometimes a broken sob broke from somewhere, and you covered your ears for now to block it out. 

It was one of those rare times they held a meeting outside of Gilliams section, McGregor laying out his idea of getting out of the last car. You were hiding in one of the bunks, just watching the men and women hash out there ideas, your father planning on going to help with the wounded along the way “We will bring up the back, my wife and I so just leave them there. We can have survivors patched up and brought back.” 

“We will set you up a team for that, now we need people who can follow me in the charge, just know...” The man looked around the group. “This will be the worst casualties. They out weapon us on every level. All we have is surprise.” 

There were mummers of concerns and volunteers, and much to your worry and not so much surprise, you heard Curtis voice ring out. “Let me in the front, Im one of the strongest you got” 

Leave it to him to be ready to sacrifice himself. 

Later you caught up with him, tugging on his coat. “Curtis, you dont have to do that, go with McGregor. You can help us with the injured.” Maybe your fear was making you ask the impossible, cause his glance at you told you what you already knew. There was no way he would be staying behind. 

“I have to Y/N, theres already not many who can and if we have a shot at getting out of this car, we have to take it. Regardless of the casualties.” He simply stated. His next words still hurt thinking about them. “Besides, I have alot to make up for, this is the least I can do.” 

And there it was, that guilt he carried with him. It ate at all the good he ever did, and not even if you screamed it at him, would he ever forgive himself. Youve caught him, when he didnt think anyone was paying him any mind look at any of you like he didnt deserve you all, You, Tonya, Edgar, Gilliam.... That he was a man who it would all be taken away at any moment, cause of his past. “Curtis it was so long ago, no one blames you for it, hell we all would be guilty.” 

“It wasnt that long ago Y/N” And that was it, he was done talking. 

Dropping your hands from your hands, you listen and there it is, thump thump thump, echoing footsteps seeking the bunks. It would only be a matter of time before they came to yours. You scootch over by the wall, keeping the jacket over yourself and fisting it in your hands, unwilling to loosen your grip on it. 

It was so dark, you couldnt see him over you, but you could feel him. Every brush of his hand gentle as they brought you back down, his lips covering your neck with a groan before he sank over you, smothering you for the moment, and made you feel protected, safe, cherished. You loved the feeling of his weight pinning you in place, and if he wanted to stay like that, You would have happily done so. But all to soon he shifted to the side, not wanting to hurt you being pinned underneath and you roll in against him, not wanting to loose that contact. 

When you moved back against him, his hand moved into your hair, tangling his fingers in the strands, he always loved the softness, the feeling of it. Claimed it was the softest thing he had felt in years and would run his fingers through it till long after youve fallen asleep. 

“I love you Y/N” 

“I love you to Curtis” Kissing his neck as you press in close and a smile is pressed to his jawline, you two had just started really saying it and it still gave you the flutters hearing it. 

The footsteps stop and you can hear your curtain being ripped from where it was hanging. Seconds, it was all you had left before Curtis coat was ripped off from your shaking body, no matter how tight your grip was. “Ahhh, there you are! was wondering where you done crawled off to.” There was no where else to go, and a hand twisted in your hair, dragging you to fall out of your bunk, landing on your back with a wink knocking thump, leaving you gasping to try and breath again. No! your mind screams, but again your left without a way to escape. 

All you can do is fall back into your memories as much as possible. 

@jtargaryen18​ @curtisbbq​

@what-is-your-plan-today​

[lost-little-fawn]

i wish i connected with people better. sometimes people talk and my brain

just glosses over the words and sometimes i tell people i love them

when i hate them and sometimes i dont understand how what i say 

makes people feel and sometimes i feel like ive been trying to 

disconnect myself from reality for so long that im swinging in 

the rafters of my own head only seconds from blacking out. 

i am becoming a museum of the relics inside of me: the memories 

that choke me, the voices that choke me, im addicted to the feeling

of nostalgia, the sour, the painful, the reminiscing. if i was a museum: 

on display would be the vestiges of the parts of me im missing

i would wander the room and touch the glass displays, stare

with longing at innocence, virginity, trust, at the brain matter and 

the blood and the skin scraped from under their nails, at the scabs

picked with tweezers from my body 6 years ago. 

im addicted to glossing over. to pretend im listening and later admit

“i couldn’t, i was hurting” to the feeling of knowing im not there. it 

makes me feel valid to have the periods where theres no thoughts 

in my empty head, to only respond to my name, to be a simultaneous

third and second conversation partner in every conversation i have. 

to the disconnect, the feeling of missing everything, to not even trying. 

if im empty inside how can my head fill with words? and sometimes i 

just get distracted but if i get distracted that means im thinking too much

and my head is spinning and i cant process and the cogs are clogged: 

theres a tornado in my head and it never touches down. when i lie down 

for bed those thoughts make guest appearances and play with me:

and i let them. i absolve. if they’re attacking me, if it hurts me, how 

can it be my fault for letting them? for allowing the destruction?

every minute of every day my thoughts are so fast and angry

nothing can silence them and when i listen i cant do anything else. 

anything that makes me feel alive is enough: seeing a face or touching a 

scar or throwing things or crying but crying just makes me feel dead inside. 

there’s a sort of alive in love but it feels like failure because what if 

i never love enough and secretly, love is a kind of emptiness 

to love is to give and the more you give the less you have. 

sometimes i want to be swallowed whole by the feelings i feel and

just sit there, for hours, dissolving. there are so many holes

inside of me that i just cannot patch them. i cannot try, i will not.

 night is a kind of secret sometimes. black and dark to whisper to: 

i had glow in the dark stars as a child and looked up at them as he hurt me

i cannot stand them now. i cannot stand the stars now, i cannot stand

existing in a galaxy where things like that happen and nobody cares. 

sometimes i close my eyes and imagine that nyx comes down

on paper wings and wraps soft sky around me and i tell her everything

i will never tell anyone, even the people i tell things ill never tell anyone. 

i scoop out my entrails and fling them into her sky where they string out

constellations. i curl into a ball on the face of the moon and lay my head

against her rock and crater and my tears soak into the grit and 

maybe someday ill be something. maybe someday ill feel something

maybe someday the performative kindness i do for others will

actually make me a good person: something remembers me that 

isnt the people i hurt. i want to leave something with the people i try with,

but i know it feels fake and waxy: there is always a layer of saran wrap

when i reach out to touch people. i cannot handle connecting like that. 

i will break it two. i will hurt and hurt until im dead/ i will fall from heaven.

 the pain inside me isnt something comprehensible or healable: 

it flickers like a fire the embers of which will never go out. 

i will still be 30 40 50 60 70 80 laying fetal thinking of his touch. 

i will still lash out when threatened. i will still b a cup half empty, i will

never fill, no matter which qualities i take from others and use to cover the 

parts of me that i dont like like paper mache: like an undoing. i steal

the qualities and then pretend they were always mine, like they were

hiding in the back of my closet and one day i just decided to wear 

them again after seeing them lying there for years. 

my memories are made to be devoured in bite size pieces 

and yet i am feasting/ i am gorging/ i am full and i am purging: 

the hurt flows out of me like a fountain and i dont stop, dont know how to stop. 

i hold people hostage with the hurt inside of me as the loaded gun. 

i stroke my cats head softly like a promise when he wheezes and coughs

i cry over knowing hes suffering and might die and nobody will do anything

about it: im a ghost. i have no presence. no weight, no value. 

i could take my suffering and make it spiritual: i could assign a god 

and a punishment: but im already punished enough. i will never be free.