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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Can I request a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about the reader using avada kedavra on Solomon instead of Sebastian to protect Sebastian but the reader is in disbelief that she killed him so the reader runs off snd Sebastian just shocked so he follows the reader and after they are out of the ruins Sebastian comforts the reader by hugging her and comforting her and showering her with kisses to calm her down that she needed to use the spell to protect both of them.

Gotta protect the bf even if it ruins your mental stability am I right?

For Us (S.S)

I didn't sleep the whole night and when I went downstairs to greet my parents, who had just woken up, my dad asked me what I was doing up so early and my mom just looked at me and went "You haven't even gone to bed yet, have you?" And I was just walking around the kitchen at 6am drinking mountain dew and playing with the cats. It's my favourite activity. Also, ik my writing is kind of weird bc i use colour and favourite but not realise instead of realize but it's ok, I promise. Anyway, heavy spoilers for Sebastian's quest obviously, also a lot of angst, a man is dead, your honour. Trauma, am I right? Enjoy <3

You stood next to Sebastian as he shouted at his uncle, wands pointed at each other. You could hardly keep up with what they said as you felt your heart pound in your chest, unsure what would happen next as you looked at Sebastian. His eyes were glazed over as he continued to shout, you were sure there were tears threatening to spill. Solomon glared at the two of you, his jaw tight as he shouted his piece, wand pointed at Sebastian; ready to use at any second. Sebastian kept you close as Solomon began to yell more, keeping you slightly behind him just in case.

“I will not stand for this, Sebastian! What you are doing is wrong, I have to turn you and your friend in!” Solomon shouted; his face held no remorse as he threatened you, no tears of regret or a sad glance sent over to you, just pure anger. Sebastian pushed you behind him as he shouted back. “I won’t have that! What we are doing is right, you won’t stand in our way!” You watched with wide eyes as they began throwing spells at each other, unable to move in fear of being hit. Sebastian kept himself in front of you to protect you; he didn’t want you to be part of the fight since it was a family matter, and if anything happened, he didn’t want you to be blamed. You were stuck, watching as red and blue and green shot back and forth, your head spinning as you watched Sebastian barely cast Protego in time as a red light whizzed toward him.

Once again you found yourself stuck in a stand-still, both men breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breath. “I won’t let you turn us in, I just won’t.” Sebastian breathed; wand still raised. Solomon shook his head, eyes burning with what you could only describe as rage. “Then stop this madness! You can’t run around with the Dark Arts! Just come with me, I’ll help you.” You inched closer to Sebastian, hand in your pocket as your fingers grasped your wand. Sebastian shook, his own eyes switching from sadness and betrayal to anger, his knuckles turning white as his grip on his wand grew tighter. “Do you really think I’d fall for that?” He spat, his gaze darkening. “You won’t let us walk out of here. You’ll turn us in no matter what! You’d rather see my humanity stripped away in a cell than help me save Anne; just like you always wanted!” Solomon shook his head as he sighed, glancing at you. “Do you really think she wants to be part of this?” He gestured to you, earning a glare from you. Sebastian scoffed, “Why would you care? She’s been with me every step of the way!”

Solomon looked at you as you continued to glare at him. “You don’t have to do this, y/n.” You frowned as you watched him fake a concerned look, pulling your wand out. “You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I chose this path with Sebastian to help his sister, something you couldn’t do.” You said, feeling your words drip with malice; Solomon giving you a final frown before reverting to his previous look, staring you down. “What you have chosen is darkness, I hope you know. There is no helping Anne, you have to know that.” He said, gesturing around him. “What you are doing here is futile! It’s pointless! You will be stopped.” Sebastian shook his head, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace as he felt his blood boil. “You know nothing! Nothing will stop us from finishing what we’ve already started!” Solomon sighed one last time, straightening his posture as he stared at Sebastian, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Then I’ll have to deal with you myself, once and for all.”

Your eyes widened as time seemed to slow; Solomon readying his wand as he began to shout. You gripped your wand as you felt yourself run forward, pushing Sebastian back as you pointed your wand at Solomon, eyes glazed as you shouted your own spell. “Avada Kedavra!” Solomon’s eyes widened as he watched you cast first, only able a split second to realize what you had done. You stared, anger replacing the shocked glaze in your eyes as the green light flew into his chest, a flash of regret filling his face as he dropped to the ground. You felt time speed up once again as you stood there, shaking as you released the breath you had been holding. You felt your eye twitch as you quickly tried to fill your lungs with air again, your brain catching up to where you now stood. Sebastian stood behind you, eyes wide as the shock hit him, unable to move as he tried to process everything.

You shrieked as you looked at Solomon, unmoving as his glazed eyes looked over to you, your hands shaking as you dropped your wand. You looked at your hands in horror, the invisible blood that no doubt stained your shaking palms letting you know what you had done. You had killed someone, even if you feared he would have killed you and Sebastian, you still killed him. Your legs felt weak as you grew cold, dropping to the ground as tears slid down your cheeks, your whole body shaking. You glanced back at Solomon, growing colder as his dead eyes stared into your own, his lifeless body limp against the hard ground. You tried to breathe as you grabbed for your wand, muttering incoherently to yourself as you tried to rationalize what you had done. Sebastian’s ears rang as he felt himself return to the present, slowly looking around before his eyes landed on his uncle. He furrowed his brows, almost in confusion, as he looked between you and Solomon, his hands shaking for reasons he was unable to understand.

You gasped for air as your chest tightened, desperately trying to stand as more tears ran down your face. You held your wand to your chest as you watched Sebastian, who could only look at you, watching as you backed away from Solomon, shuddering as you looked between them. Sebastian took a step toward you, his gaze softening as his brain registered your frightened face, causing you to back away from him as well, eyes wide like a doe caught by a predator. You continued to back away, looking around you for the exit; quickly turning to it and sprinting out. Sebastian watched you go, confused, as he slowly turned back to Solomon.

Sebastian stood over him, his mind still processing what he was seeing. He remembered the conversation, if it was even that, between him and his uncle, but the rest of it was hazy. Everything had transpired in under a minute, leaving much for Sebastian to catch up on. He knelt and checked for Solomon’s pulse, eyes widening when he felt none. Hands shaking, he looked around, eyes somehow finding Solomon’s. “You…tried to kill me?” He whispered, recalling how Solomon had begun to shout; he could have sworn he heard the beginnings of the killing curse before you shouted it yourself. Tears pricked at his eyes as the realization hit him in full force, quickly crawling away from Solomon’s body as the breath was stolen from his chest. You had killed Solomon, before he could kill the two of you. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up, looking around frantically for where you might have run off to.

“Y/n!” Sebastian shouted as he ran out of the ruins, looking around. He found you farther away, your sobs leading him to you. You had fallen to your knees again, wand tossed away where you couldn’t reach it. Sebastian ran to you, dropping down to take a look at your face. You gripped the clothes at your chest, eyes wide as you struggled to breathe, muttering to yourself once again. “Y/n.” He said softy, his gaze softening as he watched as tears stained your cheeks and soaked your shirt. Slowly, he moved closer, shakily wrapping his arms around you as he brought your face into his chest, rubbing your back as you sobbed harder. He held you tighter as he softly rocked with you, feeling his own tears fall from his eyes. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I promise.” He said softly; unsure if he was trying to reassure you or himself that everything was fine, He wasn’t the one that cast the spell, but the guilt of the matter squeezed his heart as you shuddered, slightly whining as you tried to talk.

“I…Killed him.” You muttered between sobs; your whole body shook as you continued to fill your lungs with air. Sebastian hushed you, running a hand through your hair as he peppered small kisses to the top of your head. “Don’t think about that, just focus. You’ll faint if you don’t fix your breathing.” He said quietly, feeling you nod softly into his chest as. He tried to guide you into a normal breathing pattern, taking deep breaths and slowly exhaling as you followed suit. “I heard him. He was going to kill you.” You gasped, feeling your heart speed up again as you thought back to what had happened. Sebastian shook his head as he held on to you, nuzzling into your hair as he tried to distract you, focusing on your breathing once again. “You had to, it’s okay. I promise, you’re okay.” The two of you sat there for a few moments, Sebastian continuing to guide you out of your panicked state.

You sniffled as you pulled your face away from Sebastian, eyes red as you looked up at his face. Sebastian felt his heart break as he took in your teary face, slowly bringing his still shaking hands up to your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “You’re okay. We’re okay. You did what you had to do.” He whispered, feeling you nod slightly as you shook. “I still can’t believe it…It shouldn’t have happened this way.” You breathed; your voice still shaky as you tried to dry your tears. Sebastian took your hands in his own as he placed a kiss to your forehead. He helped you dry your tears as you sniffled once again. “You did what you had to. You did it for us, you had to.” He said softly, kissing your hands. You began to breathe normally again, closing your eyes as you repeated his words in your head. Sebastian placed a soft kiss to your lips, resting his head against yours once again, whispering. “I’m here with you. You have me by your side. I won’t let anything like this happen again.”

#sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow angst #hurt/comfort #character death #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #hl #hogwarts legacy angst #harry potter imagine #sebastian sallow fluff

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journey-to-the-attic · 7 months

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most of my exposure to om is via jtta because i am very slow at playing both the base game and nightbringer, but with the whole "Sin Stuff" for lack of a better word, how would ik deal with the other brothers besides mammon and asmo (considering you've already done them) (i swear i tried to type a question mark here but my computer hates me and won't let me so just imagine i did)

ok so!! i am now caught up past satan's portion of the Sin Stuff, and i know that beel comes next, but i don't actually know how his conflict gets resolved - i actually really liked the way they did satan, but i can always do a bit more riffing off of that; as for the beel, i'll just be making stuff up!

i've just done those two since they're the ones that have canon material to work off, to keep more to the 'my take on nightbringer' theme rather than just Making Stuff Up

that being said - if you don't mind me just pulling thoughts out of a hat, do ask about the remaining three!

satan:

okay i already said this but i really do like the direction they took his version of the Sin Stuff in - after resolving the feeling that he doesn't belong with his brothers, it's a natural next step for satan to be conflicted about being able to stay - about keeping up and standing with them an equal ground

so, similarly to how to goes in canon, i think satan would need all his brothers there to pull him out

with the main difference being: it's not a situation where lucifer specifically acts as the final catalyst (again), but rather one where each of the brothers equally gives him reason to come back

i do think it's true that he thinks he just needs to surpass lucifer, but it's also incredibly important that his brothers are there too, so i think it's a bit of a mistake to focus purely on his relationship with lucifer

while yes, lucifer specifically is an intrinsic part of how satan starts out defining himself, and yes, satan himself remains convinced they are inextricably linked in this way - part of satan's nightbringer arc is him coming into his own, separating himself from the circumstances of his creation, and just living

he walks with his family, but he carves his own path forwards, just as the others do for themselves

anyway character studying aside (talked about that for longer than i meant to whoops):

i think ik's role in all this would be to remind satan that he stands on his own terms and abilities, rather than continue to force himself to link it all back to lucifer

in fact it's probably important that someone outside of the brotherly hierarchy puts in their own two pennies, and ik is the outside opinion satan values most anyway

so the stuff in satan's inner world mostly goes the same in the beginning - it's like a weird d&d situation, the brothers find gifts that they've given to satan around the world, and then finally they get to the centre and to satan himself

i might be remembering incorrectly, but lucifer doesn't have a gift within the plane, because he snaps satan out of it by giving him the gift at the end (the key to the forbidden books in the library)

now here's where the changes start: in our version, satan already HAS the key - but it's been 'forgotten' in his inner world, because satan, in his sense of inferiority, is pushing out the fact that lucifer has ALREADY demonstrated that he trusts in his abilities; lucifer only reminds him of this

now are you ready for something Super sappy?

satan's kept a gift from each of his brothers that is important to him. however, there is nothing from ik.

satan has remained trapped in his mind because he feels 'incomplete' - weak, powerless, inferior, unable to keep up

now this changes when the group confronts him. because ik IS the last gift

(i told you it was gonna be sappy)

here's the thing: each of the other brothers' gifts appearing in satan's inner world is both representative of their own care for satan as well as the value he places in their opinions of him - (lucifer's in particular also represents the respect he holds for the demon he's become)

it's about, like.. directions. satan's brothers take care of him because he is new and young, and they are watching him discover who he is; ultimately, the way they perceive him has been very dynamic, even if his place in the family has always been cemented. satan takes care of ik, who's always just seen him as... him. and loves him for it anyway.

so, rather than lucifer making a big speech and saving the day -all six of the other brothers would appeal to him together. who cares if you're still learning? who cares if you're not the best immediately? you're still pretty damn incredible!

i think ik would forgo the words entirely and just run to him as soon as they get to him - she'd be able to entirely bypass the dice system satan's inner world uses, because as a 'gift' rather than a 'player' like the other brothers, she doesn't follow the same rules

which is how satan himself makes that realisation, after the others bring up the fact that all their other gifts are here

beel:

right so i'm not properly caught up with beel's arc, so all i know is that one day, his sin sort of deactivates, and that barbatos's hypothesis is that his angelic tendencies are masking it

now i'm pretty sure this is just a theory, even within the story itself, but even so: i think that's BULLSHIT

beel is just an inherently kind being. assigning these traits to angelhood, giving some outside heavenly influence the credit, is quite frankly an insult to a good character that is CONSTANTLY getting sidelined in terms of the development he deserves

that being said i think it makes sense that barbatos would come to that conclusion. i just don't think he's right

personally, i'd put this down not to angelhood counteracting his demonhood, but to beel rejecting himself

(idk where beel's little d would fit into this but i guess he'd just reject that too)

beel definitely has trouble parsing his own feelings, and even more trouble verbalising them - and, because he's such a simple-hearted demon, his brothers tend to forget that he could need more than just comfort

it's similar to how belphie being babied probably contributed to how badly he coped with losing lilith in the original timeline: beel is similarly coddled, and once again it's Bad for him

we tend to forget that beel was a warrior in the celestial realm, and in the war in particular, he probably killed more than any of them - but his brothers never acknowledge this because... that's their baby brother

but beel himself can't forget that - but he never gets to talk about it because his brothers just don't understand how he feels about it

(this actually relates to the reason beel forgets in jtta - he remembers how he'd killed out of grief during the war, both for his brothers' pain and his sister's death, and he's terrified he could lose control and turn against belphie if he remembers the grief of ik's death)

beel's rampage in nb s1 would contribute to his own shame in regards to this - and he never gets closure on it, because in that time, the other brothers are all focused on assuring him that lilith's death isn't his fault on his hands, and don't think at all about all the blood that he very definitely does have on his hands

so, beel's Sin Thing is that he just shuts it down. no more avatar of gluttony.

it's a weird dichotomy between his gentle personality and that warrior's bloodlust, and he refuses to let the latter take over, so he tries to shut down all idea of 'evil' entirely

thus beel's solution would involve teaching him that 1. his gluttony is not is bloodlust, 2. he is not permanently stained because of what he's done, and 3. that his family will always trust him to protect them (and will protect him) regardless

(thus i think beel would need all the brothers there too)

i guess beel's inner world could be like... a food warehouse? but one where it's all dark and everything is locked up, you can't get to any of the food (i.e. you can't get to his gluttony)

oh! here's a good symbolic little thing: the other brothers' initial solution is just "oh, we need to get these things open and make beel some of his favourite food! remind him that he loves eating!"

which misses the point entirely, just as they have (unintentionally) done constantly before this

here's we get a bit dark: when they do break open the boxes and stuff, it's just filled with things like bloodstained weapons, broken armour, etc.

and it'd be at this point that they FINALLY realise what's actually wrong

i think ik would've had a suspicion about it before now, but this would confirm it

ok now this is kind of a corny solution but i think what would happen next could involve like... washing the blood from all those artifacts in the warehouse, generally cleaning up the place

the objects are all still there. those things still happened. but it isn't down to beel to repent for them forever - he has to move on

in this case it does make sense for lucifer and/or belphie in particular to be the ones who make the Grand Gesture that snaps him out of it

as for ik's specific role...

after they've cleaned, the warehouse would start getting lighter again - less cold and dark and sinister and all that

and ik finds some crates with actual good ingredients and such in them

and she would make beel a nice bowl of soup

the message being "i can't erase what you've done before, but you don't deserve to have all that cluttering up your mind forever. so i'm going to help you dust everything off and stow it away, and then i'm going take care of you because you DESERVE it."

#answering asks #anon asks #ik gets nightbrought #satan generally gets handled decently in canon (though never with quite the nuance i feel he deserves)#beel on the other hand is ALWAYS getting the short end of the stick #it was better in nb s1 than it has been since om s1 but even then it felt like he lacked a proper turning point #this is way more than i wrote for mammon or asmo whoops

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anachronistic-falsehood · 5 months

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AO3 WRAPPED NUMBER 29 but i want u to give me ur top 3. or top 5 if u have a lot

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

MAC MY FRIEND MAC GHOSTIEZONE!!! my top fav passages i've written this year.... this is gonna take a while to answer i have so so many to choose from omg.... i'm gonna put this under a cut bc it is going 2 be Long (also i am going 2 tag u because idk if u have seen it yet and i v much want u to see the dstuck passage i'm posting it's got wilbur in it :3 @stuck-in-the-ghost-zone )

3: this one is from my ctubbo oneshot titled Harlequin that i wrote on impulse in early september. mac idk if u have read it but u should i think u would like it :3 the style of it is v experimental in a lot of places but i had SOOOOO MUCH FUN writing it and it's kinda angsty but the ending is sweet and i reread it and was like ;-; this fic was very much me projecting onto ctubbo OK HERE'S A QUICK PASSAGE :3

Tommy is your brother, you think, but not in the way he and Wilbur are brothers. They’re brothers in general, two different souls who experienced such different walks of life and stick together regardless, who follow each other to the ends of the earth no matter how wrong or bad one of them thinks the other is.

You and Tommy are more like... kindred spirits. Brothers in war, allies in politics, victims of abuse who pull each other up by your boot straps and lean on each other so you can keep going side by side.

It’s never just Tommy, or just Tubbo. It’s always Tommy and Tubbo.

Like one name.

TommyandTubbo. TubboandTommy. T+T.

Brothers in experience. Partners in life. Two sides of the same coin. Inseparable.

But that’s just the thing, isn’t it? You’re part of the same coin, but people look at you and see two heads, one on each side, no tails. Nothing at all to differentiate the two.

You could draw horns on one side and a white streak on the other, but at the end of the day they always see two copies.

When people run into you, they ask “Where’s Tommy?” “Do you know where Tommy’s been lately?” “What’s Tommy up to?”

You can’t always answer that.

For as much as you’re inseparable, sometimes you’re both alone for a bit. You always come back around like two magnets drawn to each other until something or someone yank you apart again.

You don’t like being a copy.

You don’t even know if Tommy realizes that’s what you are.

Tommy and Tubbo.

The main character and his sidekick.

He called you the main character once, during the Disc Confrontation, and himself the sidekick, and hearing that

actually made you

relieved.

Even if everyone else sees you as a second quieter Tommy, he doesn’t.

That counts for something.

2: MY VASHWOOD FIC Just As Beautiful As The Day I Lost You MY BELOVED <3 ughhhh writing this was so sad i genuinely cried doing it. the moment wolfwood remembers vash is what gets me. ik you've read it already but here's that one little passage here for u just for funzies <3 NOW CRY!!!!!!

The video stops.

Vash snaps his gaze to Rosewood. He’s trembling like a wet cat, hand poised over the spacebar. His breath hitches once, twice. He turns to Vash, slowly, just as tears begin to spill down his cheeks.

“What the hell, Needle Noggin,” he whispers. “What the fuck are you doing to me?”

Uncertainty is the only thing Vash can respond with. He steps closer, hand hovering over Rosewood’s shoulder. “I... don’t...”

Rosewood pushes the chair back, wooden legs scraping across the floor, doubles over, and buries his face in his hands. Vash takes that as a signal to do something, so he rests his hand on Rosewood’s back. After the comfort Rosewood gave him last night, it’s the least he can do, really.

Rosewood chokes back a sob. “I shouldn’t know these people,” he says, voice thick with tears. “How... do I know them? How do I know you?”

Vash’s heart leaps into his throat. He kneels in front of the chair so he’s level with Rosewood. “Do... Do you...”

Rosewood looks up, an angry furrow in his brow, even he wipes tears from his eyes. The expression is so incredibly Wolfwood that Vash doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

“This past week has been fucking torture, Spikey. You—I saw you leave church last Sunday, and I didn’t even see any of this,” he gestures to Vash in general, the spikey hair, the glasses, the scars, “but you just—you stuck in my head and I couldn’t explain why. I... I still can’t.” He gives a wet laugh. “Humanoid Typhoon my ass. You’re more like a parasite.”

A lump forms in Vash’s throat, alongside something so bright and hopeful he feels dizzy with it. Hands shaking, unsteady like they’ve never been before, he reaches out, fingers brushing over Rosewood’s jaw. He wipes away a stray tear, stubble sharp beneath his thumb.

Rosewood sniffles, shakes his head. “Don’t look at me like that, Needle Noggin. I can’t take it when you smile like that.”

Vash swallows. As quiet as can be, barely any breath behind his voice, he says

“Wolfwood?”

A sob rips itself from the throat of the man in front of him. Vash catches him as he lunges from his chair and into Vash’s arms, heaving cries pressed into his shirt. Vash holds him tight, hands clenched in his jacket. The black poncho remains on Vash’s lap, pressed between them. A stray tear soaks into the fabric. It takes Vash a moment to realize it fell from his own face.

He's never been so uncertain in his life.

But whatever this is, whatever he’s awakened in the priest in his arms, whether it’s real or a delusion, he wants to keep it.

He tucks his face into the crook between a neck and a shoulder, and he cries.

1: i think my fav thing i've written this year would be the tntduo chapter of dstuck that i sent you a while ago BUT since u have already read that and it's wayyyy too long to put in one post i am going to choose a different dstuck thing. most of the passages i wanna put here would involve MAJOR SPOILERS but i have one chatlog between wilbur and one of the cherubs i'm putting in there to kind of sort of replace cdream (i don't like ccdrm but his character is Important so i basically split him in two as a cherub and changed his name). honestly it was kind of a hard decision to change his name bc he's such an iconic villain but i think i did ok with still capturing his Evilness and his shitty asshole vibes ANYWAY this is one of my fav parts of this chapter i love writing chatlogs <3 tw for ummm some brief suicidal ideation bc it's cwilbur that's how it goes

hi wilbur! IO: Ah fuck, what do you want? can’t i just say hi and see how you’re doing? IO: I mean, I can’t stop you, I guess. you’re getting closer and closer to entering this game. isn’t that exciting? IO: Sure. you don’t sound excited. :( IO: What do you mean? This is the picture of excitement. IO: Look at me, I’m jumping up and down with joy at the prospect. liar. IO: Fuck you. hey, now don’t be rude! we’re friends, aren’t we wilbur? IO: We were, yeah. IO: When I was like, twelve. IO: But you started bad mouthing my bro and the rebellion and being all shitty and manipulative, and I literally tried to kms whben I was fourteen because of the shit you’ve said so like IO: No I wouldn’t say we;re friends. but we’re past that! i’ve changed, wilbur. IO: Yeah yeah so you keep fucking saying. if we’re not friends, why do you keep responding? IO: Because you’ll keep fucking bothering me until I do it's just because i want to talk to you. is that really so wrong? IO: Yeah IO: I know the shit that you did to my bro and I don’t fucking much appreciate it that was ages ago! come on, wilbur. you’ll get me out of here, won’t you? IO: If I could kill you I would. man, tough crowd. i think you’ll come around eventually. and even when i do get out of here without your help, your bro is the first one i’ll go for. i’m sure you know this, because it happened in your past. and then i’ll go for the little one. your pen pal. :) he is your bro, after all, and yeah, maybe the older one will slip through my fingers, but your pen pal? he's still young. your bro will get away from me when we’re both older, but your pen pal won’t defeat me while he’s just a kid, and i’m a GOD. :)

The chatlog closes on its own.

He used to be nice, but you think it’s just because he wanted to be your friend. Or, at least, pretend to be your friend. He filled you in on a lot of information about your future and the game, about your upcoming journey as a Bard of Heart, how destructive the class is, how you’re fated to destroy everything you’ve ever held dear and harm the people you love, the nuances of your aspect, the role you’re meant to play in this game.

He called you a supernova in the making, a nuclear bomb waiting to go off, a personified Chernobyl in your own right. It sounded kind of cool at the time, but it placed this heavy weight on your shoulders, this expectation for destruction.

You’re pretty sure he lied about most of the stuff he’s told you, but you can never be sure. You’re set on relying on Phil’s foresight to tell you your role now, although he doesn’t have all the answers. Still, it’s better than running in blind with your only guidance being the ravings of a madman from the distant future. He used to be so kind, it was hard not to believe him.

He wasn’t so kind when you had a sword at your own chest.

#whiskey yelling into the void #friend tag :3 #HEHEHE I LOVE SHARING MY WRITING <3 #i hope u like the dstuck passage i am having soooo much fun writing wilbur in dstuck :3 #he's my fav little guy

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chaotic-simp707 · 2 years

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Eyyyy im backkk! Sorry for the late shitpost, My schoolworks keeping me busy :'). I wrote this while suffering in online class so if theres been any mystakes i apologize 😭🥲

Just The Two Of Us (Fluff) [Mysta Rias X Reader]

Summary: Mysta can't sleep, so you take him outside and danced together with the rain

"ngghhh..." You mumbled as you slowly started getting your counsciousness back... You blinked your eyes few times and then process everything around you, now fully awake.

It was dark, but the radiant moon is helping you see. You turned to your left and see mysta with his brown-greyish soft hair with the moon's light while looking at the window. Ah... It was raining heavily

"...Mysta?..." You whispered under your breath, calling out for your lover's name

"Huh- Oh... Y/N sorry, Did i wake you up?..." Mysta asked with a soft and careful voice

"Nah, You didnt.." You blinked while rubbing your eyes gently

"...Cant sleep?" You asked, Remembering that mysta usually gets nightmares and have trouble sleeping. Seeing mysta's eye, it looks like he woke up earlier and cant go back to sleep.

"Yeah...." Mysta answered with a low voice

"..." The silence was comfortable, the two of you sat on the bed, watching the heavy rain outside the window and listening to the rain sounds

"ah!" You thought of something after a while

"Hm?" Mysta hummed, Curiously

"I have an idea... Wanna try it?" You stated, Mysta looked at you suspiciously

"..You and your ideas are not trustable-" Mysta got interuppted by you grabbing his hands

"C'mon!" You chuckled and then grabbed him outside the house, Without umbrella or anything to cover yourself from the rain

"W-why are we outside?-" Mysta questioned, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Hehe, Let's go!" You responded happily. Grabbing his arms and then getting on the spot where theres no roof to cover you up

After stepping out, You and mysta both got wet because of the heavy rain

"...now we are both wet" Mysta looked at you wondering what are you thinking (Ok but the sentence are kinda sussy-)

"Mysta... My dear boyfriend... Wanna dance?" You smirked, looking at him

"Y/N... Alright" Mysta sighed, smiling back at you

You grabbed his hands, While he grabbed your waist. The two of you danced with the rain, Syncing the steps, smiling to each other like crazy in love.

The rain poured heavily, But that didnt stopped you both from dancing. The moon and stars seems to be brighter than before, As if watching the two of you dance in the rain.

"I love you... Today, Tomorrow, the day after... And Forever..." Mysta said, Meaning every words. For you, That is very special. Mysta is never the type to be so affectionate and say these kind of words... But you know he'll say it only for you...

"I love you more.." You responded, smiling like crazy the whole time.

The two of you spended the night dancing together, Free from all the troubles in life.

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Next Morning

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"Haha" You giggles as ike stared at both mysta and you.

"*Sigh* what happened again? Why are the both of you sick?" Ike asked with a voice that is quite worried.

"We just spend the night together, Nothing more" Mysta reassured. Looking at you while smiling warmly

You smiled softly back at him. Ike looked at the both of you and sighed, Letting you both have your time together.

'These two are both crazy in love. Well, Love is really troublesome' Ike thought

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OK BUT DAMNNNN, I HAVE NEVER WROTE ANYTHING ROMANTIC LIKE THISSSSS AHHHHH THIS IS SO CHEESY IM CRINGING WHILE WRITING THIS 😭😭😭.

Inspiration: The damn rain in here. Thanks for giving me ideas and motivation to write this shit. I am definitely not gonna do this again 🗿

#mysta rias #mysta rias x reader #luxiem mysta #luxiem #x reader #rainyweather #rain fic #fluff #brainrot #nijisanji en #nijien #fypfypfypfypfypfypdypfypfypfypfypfypfyfpfyfpfyp #ike eveland #luxiem ike #dancing in the rain #sickness #nijisanji #shitpost #im dead

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itoshi-s · 1 year

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✧.* this blog posts mainly nsfw and dark content. this includes: incest/stepcest, yandere, cnc/dubcon, coercion, misuse of power, etc. if you’re uncomfortable with any of these, i try to include every possible trigger into the cw so that u know which post to ignore! if you have anything against this kind of content - just block n scroll !

✧.* therefore, DO NOT INTERACT WITH OR FOLLOW THIS BLOG if you’re under the age of 18 !!! previously i did allow 17 year olds to follow/interact so if you joined me out here back then - it’s fine ! but if you’re a new potential follower, please respect this boundary and dni <3

✧.* the same applies to ageless or blank blogs (blank=no header, pfp, or any posts whatsoever). if you’re not comfortable putting your age out here — i get it, but that doesn’t make me any less uncomfortable to have u follow me. if you’re a blank blog, you are also getting blocked — simply because i cant tell whether you’re a bot or not.

✧.* please don’t spam like - there is a difference between liking up to several posts while reading thru all of my works,, but it is clear when u bookmark without even fully reading the posts :( it might get me shadowbanned and u best believe if it happens, u will not see me on this blog again lol

✧.* don’t direct message me unless we’re mutuals - i’m up to talk with all of u guys but i’d rather do it thru asks than in the dms ! if we’re moots - feel free to hit me up!! beware tho bc i will keep sending u all of ur favs lol

✧.* i don’t take requests as of now, BUT i am always v happy to receive random thoughts/ideas/thirsts !!!

✧.* don’t send overly detailed thirsts for characters not mentioned in this post ! i usually like to add a few of my own thoughts to your asks and expand on them,, but it is extra challenging with charas that i am not that interested in - and i don’t ever want to give u an half assed reply! the list is updated frequently and reblogged with each change, so be on the look out ! („• ᴗ •„)

✧.* i am very guilty of ask hoarding !!! if your ask/thirst hasn’t been answered yet, there’s a 90% chance i am keeping it in my drafts to elaborate on later :,) it does take me a bit of time though bc i need to get into the right vibe sometimes - but fret not i am not ignoring u ! be on the look out <3

✧.* don’t send me asks/thirsts that you’ve been sending to different content creators as well !! ik sometimes the urge to read something gets unbearable lol but it does make me fairly uncomfy ! ofc it’s ok if it’s a general idea - but sending a v detailed ask word for word to various users will most probably end up w ur ask being deleted on my behalf :( chances are if the other user is a mutual of mine/i follow them and i like the idea,, i will end up reblogging it and expanding it a lil in the tags anyway !

ꜰᴀᴠ ᴋɪɴᴋ ʟɪꜱᴛ / ʜᴀʀᴅ ɴᴏ'ꜱ - a short list of my fav kinks to write and that u will most likely be seeing in loads of my works, and then again, a list of some that i will never get around doing </3

favs; choking/asphyxia/breathplay, incest/stepcest (step siblings mostly but step daddy’s fine as well), cnc/dubcon, spitplay, cumplay !

hard no’s; scat/vomit, gore/hardcore body horror, vore, mommy kink, hardcore ddlg/age regression/abdl !

#✧.* rules #like if u read n to get a big smooch

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that-fandom-writer · 1 year

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Reasons I like Nyla more than Talia

Ok so its not that I HATE Talia I just really ike Nyla better

ok so i know that Talia had a history with Tim and Angela, and sure i would have liked to see more of that, like even in season one we saw into how close Angela and Tim are but it was more so in season 2 and beyond, and had Talia stayed then they would have also possibly had more to go as well. That being said, I am happy that Talia is gone and that we have Nyla. Talia was super selfish and the worst of the original TOs in my opinion. (obviously the worst was the racist sexist pos who almost got Jackson killed)

anyway Tim and Angela were both TOs to help, to give back. Talia was a TO because it was a stepping stone to detective, I mean im not gonna say she did nothing for Nolan, she did help him a little bit here and there and she did give him the one piece of encouraging advice being “your age is a strength not a weakness and you need to start using it as such”

yes when Nyla first got there she had a bit of a chip on her shoulder and she didn’t care too much about being a TO to Nolan, that being said over the course of their time together she changed, in the best ways, she let him help her with Lyla, she helped him with Armstrong. I do not believe that Talia would have been as helpful nor would she have sacrificed the way Nyla did to help Nolan in the Armstrong case.

When they were getting Lucy, Tim felt like it was his fault, Angela helped him through that, Nyla tried to keep them all encouraged, she said “I may not have known Lucy as long as the rst of you but one thing I do know about her is that she is a fighter” Hell Nyla was the one who made Jackson and John talk to Grey about Lucy being gone. For all of them (except maybe Armstong) finding Lucy was personal, I don’t think Talia would have let it be personal the way everyone else did

Now again im not saying Talia was the absolute worse person in the world lol like I give her kudos for the time she called a personal on the radio and took Lucy to the hospital to see her dad

#talia bishop #the rookie #angela lopez #tim bradford #lucy chen #jackson west #nyla harper #john nolan

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saddarkentruths · 4 months

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I haven't talked to my friend about it yet, but I did put her on "archive" on messenger which basically means u can't see her, but nothing is deleted. And she's on mute, so she can write to me, but it won't pop up on my inbox.

However, if I write to her, she will come back into inbox, but remind muted.

This is something I've done to people when I feel it's too much to see them or the temptation to talk to them, when I have to hold back and not say something in anger or frustration, just out of sight out of mind.

I saw she had sent a message saying she'll press on her bf for when he would meet me, I replied with 👍 then archived her again.

After a while I took a pic of the tea she gave me and told her it was good, then archived again.

She hardly talks to me to begin with, so it's nothing new.

Not much on insta, snap or messenger.

So maybe

Maybe I wouldn't notice her gone?

Would she, or does she think about what will happen if I'm gone?

Maybe her bf is enough..

But if I do meet him I have to stay on track.

Don't show any upset, use the usual silly personality I got going (which is me but I'll obviously be calm when I'm upset), smile and befriend him, maybe?

That will help

I don't think it will

I've already seen the two roads this will go.

It all depends how I will act when I meet him, and then all on his take of me.

If he doesn't like me? Don't want to meet me again?

That's it.

Ultimatum taken.

I'll quickly and quietly be less and less for her, she deserves someone good.

I'm petty, I wouldnt leave her, not for the world. I'm selfish and I know it.

But after all the shit she's been through, despite all, if I have to go for her to be happy?

Then I'll go.

It will hurt, it does hurt, so fucking much.

But at least I'll know I'm not the one who gave the ultimatum

Or am I?

I don't think lying down when realising how much she cares about him goes under this, but maybe I just don't understand it.

Yes I could try and stand up and explain exactly what I see is gonna happen, that ik what's gonna happen, and she knows it does cuz I see it.

And that sounds so stupid now that I'm reading it back.

There's two roads, you're in the middle, do and say this, here's two more roads, and this keeps going until you either realise you went the wrong way or all worked out.

And I already know her, and her emotions, how she's gonna react, and from what I've heard of him, I can see where he's gonna come in, be possessive and steer her away, even tho she says it's fine or he got nothing on her, but it's gonna work, and I see it.

If they do break up and she comes back to me, she can't know I'm cheering inside, but I'll then know its gonna happen again, that maybe I also have to step back and realise we weren't as meant to be as we said.

She's gonna go looking for that "high" again, and maybe that's the time I'll lose her.

I couldn't compete with this, she needs romantic stuff, intimacy and I can't give her any of it.

I just thought she were the same as me when it came to this, but clearly she didn't even know herself

Unless it's all been a lie

Maybe she didn't even know.

What I do know is that if I speak about this, what I feel, I've taken the wrong path, that path doesn't have many other crossroads, and it's not a game u can reload.

So I'll take the quiet road, I'll try to befriend him, it won't work, I already know.

But maybe, I hope, there's still a small chance it will be OK...

Doubt it tho.

#numb #sad post #unsure #all that's left is crying✨#ok but im like crying omg #friendship #sadness #abandoned

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smireyac · 5 months

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hey hey hey it's that time of year again 🎇

oh look an emoji in the title... nature is healing

so it's 9:30... 2023's been... alright, ig? like it feels like things are finally getting back to "normal", whatever that looks like right now... i stopped wearing a mask this year, long after most people ik already did (though considering SOMEONE in this house has covid right now, maybe it's time to buy more kn95s...) and i didn't feel debilitating anxiety being in a crowded indoor space so that means something, right?

once again, these last couple months haven't been so great, personally or globally, and with 2024 being an election year, the state of things feels... uncertain to say the least...

but we're here to look back, not forward (not yet anyway)! SO according to my goal list last year, did i accomplish much?

read 12 books? ✅ i read 20 actually! and not one of them was a graphic novel! ok i lied, ONE of them was a graphic novel but the rest were novel-novels! sure most of them were romance novels but that doesn't take away from the fact that i surpassed my initial goal so!! hooray 4 me 😁

write more? ✅ well, not more than last year but i think keeping up with writing anything still counts !! and i published another fic so!! hooray 4 me 😁

apply to transfer to university? ✅ hell yeah i did !!! and because I'm poor i got 4 free apps to UC and CSU schools!! i applied to UCSD, UCI, UCLA, UCSB, SDSU, CSUSM, and CSULB! i'll get responses back in mid-march/april... i don't wanna get my hopes up for anything... but i am excited to go to actual university, even if it won't be like my peers/the movies... yk bc im a transfer and i'll be 26 by the time i'm actually attending classes instead of a bright-eyed 18 year old, ready to take on the world... we'll see... i'll make this my extremely goofy movie moment if i have to lmao so!! hooray 4 me 😁

do stuff with friends? ✅ while i didn't do all the things i mentioned, most significant things i did this year were with friends!! i went to NYC with remi, and went back to little tokyo with annie and gnat so!! hooray 4 me 😁

make new friends? ✅ i did!! make at least one new friend 😊😊😊 and im very glad for it so!! hooray 4 me 😁

all major goals accomplished!!! ✅✅✅✅✅

hooray 4 me!!! 😁😁😁😁

also of the movies i mentioned that i was excited for, the only one i still haven't seen is the transformers movie lmao 😆 i will eventually

speaking of movies,,, i want to be more into movies this year 🤔 like i watched a number of awards season contenders this year and i kinda wanna be able to make my own oscar predictions this year? I'm also toying with the idea of defending my "movies of all time" list on letterboxd 🤔 (i say toying bc i literally just came up with the idea yesterday lmao) im putting this in writing bc if i don't then it makes it easier for me to not follow through on them, yk? also i have no idea what that "secret writing project" i talked about last time even was lmao

this is all related to my latest existential crisis re: what i wanna do with my life lmaoooo (when aren't i tho frfr) like going to university is the next big step in my life right? and when i tell people that i'm getting an English degree (tho i should rlly start saying literature now) the first thing they all ask is "oh do you want to be a teacher?" which is a HUGE pet peeve of mine because no!! i don't wanna be a teacher!!! that's not the only reason someone would get an English degree!! not that there's anything wrong with teaching, i just don't feel like i... have the right temperament? (tho if i'm being honest, i do have a fantasy of taking over as the film strand teacher when pike retires [but i think that's happening this coming year so that fantasy will remain a fantasy lol]) most recently, i've started saying i want to be an editor but even that feels like a commitment to something idek if I'll be able to achieve (am i commitmentphobic? more at 11) so like !! then what ??? i could try to go further up in the library ? go for a leadership position ??? its stable it has health insurance and a pension... smart things to keep, things i shouldn't disregard frfr i could have a CAREER with the library... but at the same time, i'm like... do i wanna get stuck here? like me and brenden were talking once about how long some of the people working at the library has been there and how most of them are tired and burnt out and

like what if i want to do something else?

my initial plan was to stick with the city for 10 years so i could qualify for the pension and they i might be able to do smthg else with my life while having that pension for later on and who knows? maybe i'd feel like coming back to library when i'm older and wiser??? since i've been here 5 years i thought i just needed 5 more TURNS OUT the 10 years only counts when you became BENEFITED and it only COUNTS YOUR WORKING TIME so even tho i've been here 5 years, im only like 8 months into this pension bullshit bc i got benefits a year and a halfish ago and IM ONLY HALF TIME!!!!!!

[sigh]

so idk!! shit's weird and idk what im doing!! i'm gonna go to school for literature and see what happens while i'm there; i hope i won't have to quit my job but i also wonder what it would be like to go to school full-time, like god intended... i've also considered master's and doctorates but like i feel like i shouldn't worry about that until i at least get through the bachelor's lmao 😆

i could go on (and i might tmrw tbh) but it's also 2am and i haven't even gotten to my goals this year

SO GOALS:

🎇 so first things first: we're keeping up the reading goal! we'll raise the stakes to 20 books since i know i can do that now

🎇 other goal related to reading: i want to read some non-fiction books this year; specific items include kitchen confidential, what we don't talk about when we talk about fat, and any/all of the miami history books i've checked out from the library b4

🎇 ik that my life will get very busy when i get to university so I'm hesitant to have a lot of stuff "to do" but i thought about trying to learn a new skill, specifically blender? bc im obsessed with bigtop burger lmao bc idk i still love animation and it just sounds fun!!

🎇 watch more movies? to do the awards szn thing? like im gonna try for the golden globes in fIVE DAYS? SHIT... well if not the globes then the oscars for sure but man... here's a secret career dream hidden in a goal: film critic? i think that's cool but like what does that even mean for me lmao ANYWAY WATCH MOVIES

i just wanna see where life takes me this year

maybe i'll figure some shit out along the way lol

happy new year babes 💖🍾🥂🎆

EDIT: I HAVE MORE GOALS I MIGHT WANT TO SET

🎇 make a content ? oooo scary ik we hate the word content but i feel like im finally confident enough in myself that i don't feel the excuse "im not good enough" is valid anymore? And sien has been asking to for forever and i think i was supposed to help her do it for her birthday ?? So ive been LACKING lmao

🎇 DM a DnD sesh frfr you've been wanting to for years but u always chicken out bc ur scared well ur reblog all those posts do it scared right? DO IT

🎇 go out to events ? like the poetry reading u were invited to and like u see those posts on insta so like maybe go to them? andMAYBEtrythatspeeddatingtypething???MAYBE.....

#omg i talk #happy new year

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taelme · 2 years

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hey its me again! just finished reading a little taste of heaven in one sitting (istg your fics are keeping me occupied more than my homeworks do and im even thankful for that) and once again that fic is just so heaven. i have a special spot for parents!nct fics like this especially when they are abt the fluff and all abt the how-to-deal-with-my-child-having-a-new-parent scenario bcs they deliver so much balance of angst and fluff. byul is so so adorable and i love how she was a significant part of the story - its nice seeing how we get to see the pov of the child abt the whole taeyong-yn situation bcs not all fics capture that. again, love how realistic it got until the very end, love how we got to see a couple with the 'right person, wrong time' fate got another chance to reunite and try things again. makes me hope that fate really does exist within us - that as long as we believe and make things work again everything will be ok. also, would like to point out the whole yn parents thing bcs i can relate???? like my parents arnet that conservative but my father... well, he isnt fond of me having romantic relationships at this age (but still had two flings behind his back tho AHHAHAH this is what happens in a strict household) i just love how you showed yn in a vulnerable state during the first part and later on showed how matured she became and how ready she was to take another step with taeyong + convincing her parents that she is indeed happy with him. i also think that if they pursued the relationship instead of taking a break it would only cause more damage for the three of them.

im not in the right age to build a family and its hard living in this economy but your fic just made me think twice abt having a child (this is not me having a breedi- ok thats too much)

this feels more lighthearted than state of grace (maybe bcs of byul's presence) but i super duper love it! feels like im sending a weekly reflection of every fic of yours but idk i just need to let out all of this feels bcs its overwhelming 😭

thank u for letting us experience all of these through your fics <333

🌻🌻

HEYYYY!!! i love this 😭😭😭 so many thoughts were coming to mind when i was reading your review but one of it was that it kind of reminded me of how sometimes you hear people saying that like 'if theyre meant for you they wont pass you by'?? ik some people dont agree with this but that was what i thought of when i was reading this!! honestly. i am lowkey like in love with the 'right person wrong time' trope... especially for the neos like johndoyong! im not entirely sure why but yeah HAHA

yes!! shdhhd strict households raising rebellious/risktaking kids 💀💀 and yes! i love what u pointed out about the possibility of the three of them just continuing their relationship at their own expense and how that could have ended up more damaging for them 😭this is just a little bit of a funny story about when i was writing this but the AMOUNT OF STORIES!! THAT I READ!! abt real life ppl that have gone through this situation like ... i guess that was what showed through little taste of heaven... that at the end of the day its with your own discernment that u continue to move n grow n im so glad u enjoyed it!!!

honestly im rly enjoying these little weekly reflections HAHAHHA so pls feel free to just let it out

thank u for receiving my work so well 😭😭❤️❤️

#taelme #replies #🌻 anon #ure so sweet

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Can you do a scenario where reader (male pronouns) kind of outs himself as bi and then hides for a while since it was an accident and he wasn't actually ready and after some time bakugo finds him and they end up awkwardly confessing to each other? Bonus points if you can do ComfortingTM class 1A (also I just really want bi representation 🥺)

BRO BRO ur reblogs and replies always make me BAM BAM

(Also y’all ik that gif is huge but it had denki AND baku in it and i felt compelled to use it bc kamis kinda important in the story NSNDNEKWK)

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Bakugou x reader - How to Out Your Classmate

⚠️warnings - being outed by your classmate (denki) (I’m sorry denki stans), bakugou kinda bulling kami at the end kdnfjekfj

Pronouns - male, he/him

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It was something he didn’t mean to say.

Rather, it just slipped out.

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“Ne, (L/n)-kun, don’t you think Yao-momos hair is kinda sexy today? Her hair down plus that hair clip is FIRE dude!”

Kaminari slung a arm around (Y/n’s) shoulder, while Mineta smugly grinned from his seat. He wiped away a line of drool dripping from his mouth.

“Oh oh oh, her hair falls over her boobs so perfectly! I just wanna touch them at least once, ehuheuheu...”

Sero sighed from his seat. “Dude. You really are a scumbag. Stop that.”

Mineta, not missing a beat, turned to Sero with a shit-eating grin. “Oh? Why’s that? Are you gay or something?”

(Y/n) visibly stiffened from under Kaminari’s grasp. Kaminari however, didn’t notice and played along into Mineta’s joke.

“Yeah dude, kinda sus. Don’t go perving on me in the locker rooms now, haha!”

Sero sighed once more, this time with a playful smile. “Shut up, your probably more sus than I am-“

He was cut off when (Y/n) started wriggling out from under Kaminari’s arm. The three looked at (Y/n) quizzically, while (Y/n) awkwardly coughed. “I’m...leaving.”

“Why? What happened?” Kaminari leaned on the back of Seros desk.

“Well-you guys are...loud and I’m going to my desk.” Even the dumbest person could tell how tense (Y/n) was. Though, Kaminari was as dumb as he was oblivious. He scoffed, but it sounded more like a chuckle.

“What? I don’t get it, man. We were teasing Sero, not you.” Kaminari’s teasing tone felt like heaters blasting full power through (Y/n’s) body. It was strange. You always felt kind of hot when you get a little flustered. “So what part of what we said bothered you?”

“N-nothing!” (Y/n) cursed at the way he raised his voice, cursing even more at his small stutter.

“Then why are you panties in such a twist? I’m just making fun of Sero bein’ sus.”

“W-well how fun! Move, class is starting.” Truth be told, class didn’t start until 10 minutes later. When (Y/n) tried to subtly push past Kaminari, he grabbed him by the arms and blocked his way out. “No way I’m moving! You’re mad for some reason, and I just wanna know why!”

“So what exactly did we do?”

Sero rested his chin on his palm. “Yeah if you can tell us we can stop doing it, (L/n)-kun. I gotta agree with Kami on this one.”

An irk mark appeared as (Y/n’s) face flushed a darker shade of pink. Not in the good way though. He struggled helplessly in Kaminari’s stronghold, before tching and looking away.

“There’s nothing more to say-! You’re just-starting to get on my nerves and I wanna leave-!”

“Really? That’s it?” Kaminari looked at (Y/n) skeptically, before his face lit up. “Oh wait!”

“You started getting all pissy when we were talking about Yaoyorozu...and you also got mad the other day when she was talking about Bakugou...”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“..So you like Yao-“

“I don’t fucking like Yaoyorozu!”

Now Kaminari was starting to get antsy. “Then what! Why are you mad! Is it because Mineta and I were ‘perving’?!”

“I’m not fuckin’ mad about you drooling over Yao-momos boobs! I’m not mad at all!”

Students started to gather once Kaminari and (Y/n) started to raise their voices higher and higher. Kaminari’s grip on (Y/n) was long gone, though (Y/n) was too upset to notice.

“If you weren’t mad about that, you were obviously mad about that time Yao-Momo talking about how Bakugou was attractive. So what? Do you like Bakugou or something? Are you gay?”

(Y/n) paled and grit his teeth. He was full on yelling now. “Stop saying that, damnit! I don’t like boys! Y-you know that!”

Kaminari gasped comically. “Oh my god! You totally avoided my question, dude!”

“What?!”

“Yeah! Now I get it! That’s what’s bothering you so much! It all makes sense!”

Kaminari’s mad expression morphed into one that you make when you solve a difficult question. It felt like all the blood in (y/n’s) face was drained, yet all the blood rushing to his cheeks burned like fire. Sero stood up from his chair and placed a hand on Kaminari’s shoulder. “Dude, uh-I think that’s enou-“

“Your confused because you’re straight but now you’ve started to like a guy, right?! Bakugou, right?!”

Seros warning went over Kaminari’s head completely. (Y/n) dug his nails into his palm while Kaminari pried into (Y/n’s) mind with his eyes.

“I’m not confused! I’m pissed. Very, very pissed at you!”

The blond haired boy slammed his arms down on Seros table and leaned in uncomfortably close. (Y/n) wanted to step back, but if he did, he’d run straight into Sero.

“Ok. If you answer this compleeeetely honestly, I’ll let you go. Swear! And we’ll never talk about this again! Just say yes or no! Nothing else!”

Sero glanced around the room. Everyone was staring, some had their hands over their mouths, and some were whispering and asking what was going on. Sero nervously tugged on the fabric of (Y/n’s) blazer. “U-um...yo... (y/n)...Kamin-“

“Do you like Bakugou?”

“I-“

“And don’t say you don’t like boys or you’re not gay, we ‘know’ that!”

“I’m-“

“Just say yes or no!”

“N-“

“Are you ga-“

“I’M BI!” (Y/n’s) sudden outburst silenced the classroom. It was like a blow from a king to shut up the commoners. “I’M BI, SO SHUT UP! ARE YOU HAPPY?! I’M NOT GAY AND I DON’T LIKE BAKUGOU! I DONT! I-I DONT. I don’t. I...”

Stagnant air flooded the 1-A classroom. Almost immediately, (Y/n) slapped both his hands over his mouth, eyes blown wide. Kaminari awkwardly chuckled. “Uh...”

(Y/n) took a tentative step back, bumping straight into Sero. He reflexively grabbed onto (y/n’s) forearms, stabling him.

“Are you oka-“

“Don’t touch me!” (Y/n) pushed off of Seros body and stumbled over a desk. He crashed onto the ground and fumbled onto his bottom. Students upon students neared towards him, all their face and voice blending together into one big, muddy pile. Their voices eventually turned into ringing, louder and louder until-

“SHUT UP!” (Y/n) rose to his wobbly legs, half running and half crawling towards the door as fast as he could. He could hear the protestant shouts of his classmates, or even the sleepily confused expression of his teacher as as flew by him in the hallway.

He guessed he was skipping class that day.

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40 missed calls from: Mina-San domoo-!!

125 unopened texts from: Mina-San domoo-!!

23 missed calls from: Kamiii ⚡️

45 unopened texts from: Kamiii ⚡️

12 unopened texts from: Iida Tenya.

5 unopened texts from: ura-chaaaan 💖

1 unopened text from: Bakugou

(Y/n) turned off his phone. He knew if he kept it on, Mina would keep spamming his phone with text messages.

It’s been about a few days since his whole freak out happened. He’d bolt out of class the second it was dismissed, and he kept himself either locked in his room, or out of the dorms as much as humanly possible. He wasn’t ready to have that conversation yet.

His phone buzzed again. He sighed, half expecting it to be another spam text from Mina. What he didn’t expect, was to see Bakugous contact photo on his screen, with the big green words “Incoming call-Bakugou” blaring at him so intimidatingly.

Something made him want to answer.

He pressed the phone to his ear.

“Oi.”

Bakugous gruff voice sent chills down the boys spine. His voice seemed to lock itself inside his throat, refusing to come out his mouth.

“Say something, dumbass.” Oh boy, was he trying. Everytime he opened his mouth, his throat closed up and refused to open again. Bakugou sighed harshly through the speaker.

“Stop being stupid and avoiding us-“ (Y/n) absentmindedly pressed the red “end” button. If Kaminari or Kirishima or whatever convinced Bakugou, to convince HIM to stop avoiding them, just because he ‘liked’ him, (and he totally did), he’d rather not hear it.

(Y/n) went to crumple up a piece of paper he was scribbling on, and drop it into the trash can, when it bounced on top and rolled away pathetically near his feet. His trash can was overflowing. Well, it was expected, since he was deliberately missing out on trash days just so he didn’t have to leave his dorm. (Y/n) swiped up the piece of paper, along with the trash bag lining the bin.

A few seconds outside couldn’t hurt. No one will see him. He’ll just...throw the bag in the dumpster, and slink back in before anyone knows he’s there.

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(Y/n) hauled the trash bag into the dumpster, throwing it from out over his shoulder. He dusted off his hands and wiped forming sweat off his brow. The trash was out, no one saw him, all he had to do was slip back in his room before anyone sees him.

He huffed and turned around, immediately being smacked by a spiky tuft of blond hair. All the color drained from (Y/n’s) face. Bakugou turned his head and spat onto the dirt, clicking his tongue in the process.

“Figured you’d be here.”

”...there’s no way you could’ve-“

“It takes about a couple days for a small trash can to fill up. And knowing you, shit-for-brains, would come and take it out when no one was really watching. 5 pm, when everyone’s getting ready for dinner. You really do have shit-for-brains, shittyass.”

Bakugou may seem like a meathead, but the times he showed he was observant and intelligent made his heart tie knots around itself. (Y/n) bit back a stutter and a blush.

“W...ell, how-how’d you know I was going to take it out today? A-and to this dumpster, instead of the one on the other side of the dorms?”

Bakugou scoffed loudly, stalking closer to him. (Y/n) gulped. “This ones closer to your dorm room, even I know that, loser.”

Bakugous voice dipped, suddenly becoming uncharacteristically quiet. “...and I’ve been coming here everyday at 5 pm...shittyass...”

Bakugou was really dedicated to his scheme, huh. Just so he could see him? (Y/n)? He should be the LAST person Bakugou would want to see. Especially with what Kaminari was blabbering about. Still...It made (Y/n) feel a bit special.

But knowing Bakugou, he was just probably here to tell him how disgusting he was. Maybe he’ll start calling him ‘dick-for-brains’ instead of ‘shit for brains’. Or just plain on ‘fag’.

“Oi-stop spacing out and fucking listen to me! And don’t you dare run away until you hear me the fuck out!”

Bakugous palms flashed white, generating small blasts and he pointed an agitated finger at (Y/n). He stepped back reflexively.

“Um...well...what did you want then?” (Y/n) awkwardly fumbled with his hands behind his back, trying to keep still as much as he could. He wanted to disappear.

“Is it true?”

(Y/n) looked up. Bakugou was staring dead on, with his hands shoved stiffly in his pockets and sporting the faintest blush on his face. It was so unnoticeable, you could blink and miss it. That, and the trademark scowl, you could hardly tell if his face was red because of anger or something else.

“What is?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, fuckass! Do you like me or not?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. Bakugou grunted and stepped closer. “Answer me!”

“S-so what if I do-?! You gonna call me a fag?!” (Y/n) was sweating bullets. He hoped Bakugou wouldn’t see how utterly nervous he was. Fake it til you make it. Though, he doesn’t know what he’d do once Bakugou goes flames blazin’ on his ass. He could all ready see his reaction-

Bakugou smirked. “Knew it.”

Knew it? (Y/n’s) nerves temporarily fizzled down, a wave of confusion washing over him. “...What?”

“God, do you need me to spell everything out for you? It was obvious. To me at least. Everyone was probably too fuckin’ dumb to notice.”

(Y/n) fell silent. He could speak if he wanted to, his throat wasn’t closing up, but he chose to keep silent. It’s not like he knew what to say, anyways. He was stunned into submission.

“-so I was right. Now, go out with me, Bitch.”

“Thanks. But I’ll pass.”

“I-“ Bakugou made a sputtering noise. (Y/n) wasn’t sure if he was caught off guard or sputtered out of sheer anger. “What?! Why the fuck not?!”

“Dude, how do I know you aren’t like, I dunno, being bribed by Kaminari or something to try and ‘prove that I’m bi’? Or that your just mocking me?”

“Idiot! Why the fuck would you think I’d listen to a dumbass like dunce face?! I fucking like you, you like me, I don’t see the problem here!”

(Y/n) knew he wasn’t lying. Bakugou was many things, a shithead, a piece of angry trash, but he wasn’t a liar. Still, he sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets.

“Dude, as much as I’d love to go out with you, there’s too much cons to it. I mean-first off, I don’t want people calling you a fag or anything because you’re with me...second, I’m...scared of how the class’ll take it, especially for someone like you-“

“Eh?! What’s that supposed to mean?! Are you fucki-“

(Y/n) pushed past him, accidentally brushing his shoulder in the process.

“...And third, even if I’m too scared how the class would react, I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win.”

He was gone before Bakugou could turn around.

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(Y/n) was late to class on purpose that day.

He didn’t want to risk it with Bakugou, Kaminari, anyone. He’s more afraid of the class than he is of getting scolded by Aizawa. And that was saying something.

So when he walked in the door, Bakugou gripping Kaminari’s tie and releasing small blasts in the air with his wound up hand, he didn’t know if he should replace ‘Getting Scolded By Aizawa’ with ‘Getting Murdered By Bakugou’ in his worries for today.

“Fucking idiot!” Bakugou growled, spit flying onto Kaminari’s face as he set off another blast. It was small enough not to cause damage to any desks or chairs around them, but it was close enough to Kaminari’s face to make him yelp. “I’ll fucking kill you!”

“Ow!” Kaminari half yelled-half whimpered. Bakugou’s hands heated up, glowing orange from under Kaminari’s chin. “Hey-HEY! Chill-!W-what did I even do?! OW!”

Bakugou slammed him against his desk by his blazer. “It’s your fuckin fault that shit-for-brains won’t go out with me!”

Another blast. This time, fired in the air but much bigger than before. Kaminari flinched. “Ah! S-shit-for...(L/n)?! How is it my fault?!”

“It’s your fault because you made him all scared and shit to go out with me! With your stupid prying ass! Now he won’t go out with me until I get you to apologize! So apologize so I can have a fuckin boyfriend! Go die!”

(Y/n) looked around the room. No one was trying to stop Bakugou from literally roasting Kaminari alive. Not even Iida. Everyone stood there, eyes locked on Kaminari or recording them while stifling snickers. (Y/n) walked up to Mina, who was recording and whispering commentary near the speaker.

“Uh...what’s happening? Why’s no one stopping Bakugou?”

Mine looked up. “Well-he kinda deserved it. I mean, he did act like a dick to you a few days ago. Bakugou’s just givin’ him a piece of his mind.” She fixed her angle on her phone, hunching down slightly in the process. “Also, glad to see you talking to us again, (L/n)~”

(Y/n) glances around the room once more. Everyone seemed to silently agree. Though, Iida looked like he was going to explode in his seat. Poor Iida. Poor Kaminari.

(Y/n) was brought out of his mind when Mina slowly panned her phone over to him. He was about to question her, when Kaminari was thrown carelessly at his feet. Bakugou kicked at Kaminari’s hunched figure, stepping on his back with his hands clenched in his pockets.

“Say it.”

Kaminari made a wheezing noise.

“FUCKIN’ SAY IT!”

“I-I’m sorry for outing you in-in front of our classmates...”

Bakugou dug his foot into Kaminari’s back. “LOUDER!”

“I’M SORRY-OW! FOR O-OUTING YOU IN FRONT OF OUR CLASSMATES-!”

Bakugou gave Kaminari a look saying to ‘keep going.’ Kaminari shot back with a face that said ‘dude. What you want me to say is fucking stupid.’

Bakugou snarled and fired another mini explosion into the air. Kaminari squeaked and looked up at (y/n), who had the most confused look on his face. Kaminari sighed.

“And...totally I don’t think that you and Bakugou are gonna get together...totally unexpected...”

Kaminari, even if he was about to be best to a pulp, couldn’t help the snicker from leaving his mouth. Bakugou, you dumb fuck. He was probably thinking back to the time (Y/n) said ‘I’m too prideful to let Kaminari ‘predictions’ win’. Even so, that was just dumb. Even for Bakugou.

Bakugou huffed contently, while Kaminari shakily pulled himself up. Bakugou thunked him on the head again. “There. Now you have no fuckin’ reason not to be my boyfriend. If you don’t I’ll kill you.”

(Y/n) hummed out of hesitation. “Ehhhh...but...”

“We allowed Bakugou to rough up Kaminari, which is a CLEAR violation of the rules, the least you could do is say yes, (y/n)-kun! Though I do believe Bakugou should be punished for his harsh actions.”

Iida jutted out from his seat, swinging his arm in the air. Everyone stayed silent for a second, until Tsuyu stepped forward. “I agree with Iida-Chan, kero. You two would look nice together.”

One by one, the class started saying how ‘cute’ they’d be together or that they didn’t care that (y/n) was Bi, much. It was different from when the class was clamoring around him, instead of all their voice blending together in one big ring, he could hear every single persons song of praise. He supposed it was alright. It wouldn’t hurt as much as he think it would.

(Y/n) sucked in a breath, and turned his head to Bakugou. He looked at (Y/n) almost expectantly.

“...fine....you win...you better take care of me, Bakugou.”

He turned his head and scoffed. “Idiot. I was gonna do that regardless.”

Mina started clapping and wolf whistling. Eventually, everyone started to clap and ‘aww’ed, before quickly rushing to their seats once they heard groggy footsteps approach the door.

A man with shaggy hair walked in. The class sat silent, staring at Aizawa. He sniffed and trailed his eyes around the room.

Setting his sleeping bag behind his podium, he pursed his lips. “Where is Kaminari?”

“W-whey...”

Kaminari was laying on the floor next to (y/n’s) seat, smiling dumbly with burn marks. He was pumping his fists with his thumbs sticking out. Everyone broke into a cold sweat.

“Would anyone like to tell me why Kaminari is out of his seat?”

Oh fuck.

Bakugou got 3 days house arrest.

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Jdjdjejejc this was real fun to write HAHAHAHA I’m lowkey proud of it

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fluffymcu · 3 years

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Ik you've probably been getting a lot of prompts, but I was wondering if you'd feel inspired to write this one?

So platonic Steve x reader, where she has a sticker or something stuck to the side of her shirt, and when Steve starts trying to get it off, she squirms and he notices. Then he can tell that she's trying so hard to hide the fact that she is super ticklish and he exposes her and thinks it's so cute! (And of course wrecks her)

Sorry if this is bad lol

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“Our school is making us come up with our own glue adhesive as a school project. We have 2 weeks to turn it in and have to use these laminated papers to put the adhesive on. I’m so gonna use bits of my web formula to make the best sticker!” Peter chortled, telling everyone about his project at dinner.

You nodded with a hum, taking another bite of spaghetti. “Cool. How much have you gotten done?” You asked.

“I’ve done many samples dealing with different strengths and thicknesses. All I have to do is apply them to the papers.” He nodded.

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The next morning you woke up extra early due to Thor coming in and asking you where the PS4 controller was at. You told him it was where you left it last but he proceeded to say it wasn’t there and made you get up and look for it with him; claiming that Korg was waiting for him to join the ps party. After that, you just decided to stay up and make yourself some coffee since you were still more than half asleep.

Once you made your mug, you lazily sipped and laid your upper body flat on the island, sighing in content at the cold feeling of the counter on your face. Just then, Steve walked in the kitchen and gave you a bright smile. “You’re up early!” He grinned, wiping off his forehead with his towel even though he was barely sweating. That man could spend hours at the gym and come out without a drop of sweat.

“Sarcastic thanks to Thor for that.” You jazzed your hands. Steve chuckled and patted your back.

“Go back to sleep then, sleepy head!”

Right as you were about to agree, Peter walked in the kitchen, overdoing his safety gear. Goggles, gloves, an apron, and even a hair net. All that for glue?

He stopped in his tracks once he saw you. “Uhh, y/n? Did you lay on my stickers?” He asked, a nervous tone is his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and leaned up to check your side. You had indeed laid on his sticker. Your eyes widened.

“Oh, goddd.” You groaned. “Can it come off easily?”

“I mean, I did use the same components as my web formula so, I’m guessing it’ll be really... sticky?” He shrugged apologetically.

“Why were you doing your school project on the kitchen counter?” You cried.

“In my defense! None of you are up this early except Steve so I was planning to be done with this by the time you’d all be up!” He raised his hands defensively.

Steve bit his lip and stepped toward you. “Here, lemme see if I can take it off.” He said, taking a seat on the island stool and motioning for you to come close.

Since the sticker was stuck on your side, right under your armpit and on your ribs, when he began to try to pull it off, the constant scratching at it was tickling a lot. You pursed your lips and tensed up, closing your eyes and trying to steady your breaths.

“In the mean time, I’ll go see if I can find my web dissolving solution. Hopefully that could help!” Peter said, running up to his little mini lab Tony made for him.

“Why didn’t he just do his experiment in his lab?” Steve chuckled. You shook your head along with him.

“But have you seen his lab? It’s a mess. I’d be surprised if he’d actually be able to find that solution in that pile of storage boxes.” You sighed, jerking a bit when he started to scratch harder.

Steve smirked as he quickly realized what he was doing. He’s seen Bucky tickle you sometimes to tease you and he’s seen that he usually targets your ribs and gets a big reaction. He found it cute. “Am I hurting you?” He asked, pausing what he was doing. You shook your head quickly.

“No. Just- no.” You shrugged, hating yourself for not being able to think of a good excuse. Steve nodded, hiding his smirk while continuing to pry at the sticker. It was so hard to keep your arm up!

After a minute you felt his thumb scratch at your lower rib which made you pull your arm down out of reflex. “Woah, you okay?”

“Yeah! Yeah I’m great! Just... umm maybe I can try to take it off myself.” You said, trying to walk away but Steve gently grabbed your arm.

“Hang on, it’s ok. No need to get frustrated or impatient. Let me help you. Peter should be here with the solution soon if this doesn’t work.” He said. You sighed and lifted you arm again, letting him try to peel it off.

A few moments passed of you trying to desperately hold in your laughter and keep your arm up. Steve has smirking behind you, knowing how hard you were trying. Finally, he spoke up.

“You think I don’t know what you’re doing, y/n/n? You’re hiding your laughter.” He teased, smiling widely when you turned to look at him with slightly wide eyes. “Yeah, honey. I know you’re ticklish.” Right then, he pounced, pulling you to his chest and instantly pinching all around your waistline, chuckling as you let out your laughter. “Thaaat’s it. Let those little giggles aaaall out.” He grinned, laughing when you threw your head back on his shoulder.

“STAHAHAHAP!” You cried, trying to escape from the super soldier’s grasp. But he had you caged against him and basically sitting on his lap. You were done for.

“But this is too cute! Look at you giggling your worries away, I bet you’ve forgotten about the sticker already, yeah?” He teased, blowing a raspberry on your neck, making you scream.

“AHH! HAHAHAHA WHO TOHOHOLD YOU I WAHAHAS TICK- HAH! TICK- HAHAHA!! STEHEHEHEVE!” You squealed, kicking out your legs.

“Yes, y/n?” He sang, wiggling his finger in your belly button. You arched your back with a squeal and fell into silent laughter. Steve took it as a sigh to let you breathe and let you go. You went limp in his arms and panted, a smile on your face and letting out residual giggles. Steve held you close to him with a smile and gently rocked you. “Your laugh is adorable, y/n.” He smiled.

You groaned in embarrassment and turned a bit to hide your face on his shoulder. “You’ve heard it beforeee.” You grumbled.

“Yeah, but not like this!” He whined, mimicking your tone and pinching your hip, causing you to flinch with a giggle.

“Hey guys, I found the solution!” Peter squealed, running down the stairs. “I got it! This can probably take it off!”

“Probably?? Peter with what I just endured, it better work. I wanna get out of here and go back to bed.” You sighed tiredly.

“What did you endure?” He asked. You hummed in thought, hesitating to answer. He smirked. “Just kidding. I heard you from upstairs.” He said cheekily.

You narrowed your eyes at him as you felt heat flush through your cheeks, making Steve chuckle.

“Just put on the damn solution.”

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mxchellesworld · 3 years

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Helping Hand

Spencer Reid x Reader

*tw below* please read the info before the fic and proceed with caution

Request; Hey Ik that this may be super dark and feel free to skip it if you want but I was wondering if you could do a BAU! Reader where she has an eating disorder and Spencer realizes it and tries to help her through it while not alerting the team per her request. I’m not trying to romanticize eating disorders at all and I totally get it if it’s to hard

Warnings; eating disorders, mentions of throwing up, starving

a/n; this request hit me hard because these are things that i struggle with to this day. over the summer i dove into a really bad pit so many of the instances mentioned are based off of things i have done. i feel like this really helped me put something negative into a place of comfort. please know i am not trying to romanticize eating disorders or invalidate any other aspects i didn’t mention.

if you need help please reach out to someone you trust or a professional, its not easy but i promise people are there to help :)

You didn’t know what triggered it.

That was a lie, you did. You just chose not to acknowledge it and act like everything was fine. Why place the blame on someone or something else when it was just your fault.

Maybe it was when you noticed how much easier the girls got into dresses whenever you went shopping. JJ was easily a size 0, looking as stunning and glowing as ever in the little dresses you guys would pick out for her to try on. How she could so swiftly slide in, never having to ask to a size up or help with getting the zipper up past her back.

Maybe it was when you did that yoga class you saw how good everyone looked. Even after the intense class the other participants came out glistening and smiling in their matching sports sets. While you on the other hand had sweat stains trailing on the neck of your old gym shirt. Why had a workout made you feel worse about yourself than you did when you started?

Then it was like every little instance was adding up. Pushing and pushing you back into old habits you thought you had outgrown. At first you got the excitement of seeing the quick progress. Within two weeks you could see the small changes. But that was mostly your mind tricking you. As the months went on then you knew the progress you were making was in more than just your head.

It felt so good walking into work and hearing the hoots of

“wow you look so good!”

“that top looks so nice on you”

“you look different now, but its a good different”

That just fueled the need to keep going. You didn’t think anyone would notice because whenever anyone would ask what your secret was you’d say “Oh I’ve been trying fasting.” or “I just workout more often.” Which wasn’t a lie but of course you couldn’t tell them to what extreme.

You couldn’t mention how 16 hour fasts soon turned into 20 then a whole day surviving off coffee and gum. How those workouts were never for your enjoyment. How you would rack up as many sit ups as you could just to burn off any extra calories possible.

Or how you couldn’t eat a meal normally anymore. If you weren’t counting the calories you would make that trip into the bathroom and try to get rid of the contents of your stomach.

However someone did notice - Spencer. He was your best friend and you guys used to spend everyday together. So when you started to pull away it caught him off guard. He thought that maybe he had done something to offend you. Then when he had asked you about it and you shrugged it off he was thrown for a loop.

Then he really saw it. After your talk you started hanging out with him again but he noticed you always refused any outings where food was involved. Even then he noticed that you would pick around your food, never fully finishing the meals you used to one love.

Or at work instead of going down to the food truck for lunch, you would decline saying you weren’t hungry or that you had a big breakfast.

How during cases you would get dizzy spells and be tired more often. He used to have to keep up with you and Morgan always having bursts of energy out there but now he was keeping an eye out to make sure you didn’t pass out on the field.

He knew he had to say something when he noticed the tears in your eyes while out at dinner with the team. You had picked out a small salad, tossing the green leaves around the plate and taking minimal bites. Then desert came and you shared a few bites of chocolate cake with Emily. Shortly after you had excused yourself to the restroom, coming back a few minutes later with your lipstick gone and watery eyes. He knew what you did in there.

At first he was upset with himself for not noticing sooner. He knew what it was like to go through a tough time without support and he didn’t want his best friend to have to deal with something on their own. He would do anything he could to try and help.

When walking out of the restaurant he came up to you, “Hey Y/n, do you want me to take you home so you don’t have to get on the metro?”

“Yeah Spence that’d be great thank you,” you said smiling at him and walking to his car.

The ride to your house was spent listening to music. He let you play with the radio, seeing how you perked up to the music, emitting a happiness he hadn’t seen on you in a while.

Arriving at your apartment you invited him in to watch a movie and catch up. You handed him some sweatpants and a t-shirt he had left from past sleep overs which he took into the bathroom to change. You met back in the living room. You had on a big sweatshirt, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks.

“Y/n you look like it’s gonna start snowing in here,” he said with a laugh trying to lighten the mood.

“Damn near. I’ve been so cold recently.”

He tried to stop the fact from coming up but his brain wouldn’t let him keep it down, “feeling cold is one of the leading symptoms of an eating disorder including fatigue, sleeping issues, and irregular menstrual cycles.”

You both sat there with wide eyes. Neither of you knowing what to say. You looked down and started picking at your nails, chewing on the inside of your lip.

“When did you know,” you asked still not looking up.

“A little while ago but I didn’t know how to bring it up,” he started, “I- I didn’t want to say anything to upset you. I just want to be here for you Y/n in any way I can.”

You looked up to meet his eyes which were also getting glossy, “The shine in your eyes is gone. You don’t eat the pasta Rossi brings or Penelope’s cupcakes anymore. You’re hurting yourself Y/n and I couldn’t live with myself if anything bad was to happen.”

You shifted in your seat on the couch to get yourself in his embrace. You sighed as Spencer wrapped his arms around you, letting out the sob you felt was stuck in your throat for months.

“I’m sorry Spencer,” you choked out, “I don’t know whats wrong with me.”

He shushed you and rubbed his hands on your back, letting you cry on his chest. It broke him to see you in pain, knowing he could only do so much to help.

“You’re going to be ok. I’m right here and I’ll always be here to help you if you want me to be,” he said into your hair.

You pulled away and he wiped your tears off with this thumb, “Please don’t tell the team a-about this,” you hiccuped, “I just don’t wanna worry them, and I know Hotch will make me take time off.”

“Hey hey I won’t tell them, I promise. But if you feel like it’s getting worse then you need to at least talk to Hotch. I’ll take time with you and make sure to be with you every step of the way.”

“I don’t know what I’d do without you Spencer. I love and appreciate you so much. Thank you for being you,” you said leaning into his palm.

“I love you too y/n. But don’t thank me, I don’t know how to be anyone else.”

You went back to your previous position of having your head on his chest where he continued to rub your back and whisper reassuring phrases in your ear. You didn’t know when you ended up falling asleep but you knew that whenever you woke up you’d be ready to get help knowing you had Spencer in your corner.

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fanfictionandshi · 3 years

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Hey. If you're at all ok with it, could you do a Pico x reader where the reader is having a ptsd episode? My abuser's birthday is coming up and I've been feeling pretty on edge. I keep finding myself slipping back to the years I wasn't really in control and wasn't treated like a human, like I was a disposable doll.

Again! Please please reject this if you at all feel uncomfortable! If you want to discretely reject this, just post "I heard my grandma's cat loved pizza crust" and I'll know. I won't be mad at all! Your comfort is my priority. I'm sorry if I'm bothering you.

Intro: Hey. I have no problem with this, I am happy to help. I was checking my inbox (IK I’ve been kinda inactive lately) before I went to bed and saw this. I actually had no intention of writing today but after seeing this request you gave me just the boost I needed, so thank you! I hope this isn’t too late, and those who have requested I will get to your requests soon! I hope you enjoy anon! (Also fuck your abuser they deserve to die in a ditch, nobody can change my mind) One Pico x gender neutral! Ptsd attack! reader coming up!

Category: SFW and angst to fluff

TW: cursing, mentions of ptsd, and ptsd attacks.

“Babeeee I’m home!” Pico yelled. No answer. “Hm, that’s pretty fuckin weird. They usually come running up to me when I come home.” Pico put down the groceries on the counter. “Babe?” Pico walked into the bedroom you two shared. “Babee- ...” Pico went silent at the sight. You crouching on the floor. You looked... like a mess. You were hyper ventilating. Eyes glassy, with tears streaming down your face.

“... Y/N?” “Stop it, I don’t want to see it anymore, please...” “Y/N...!” Pico quickly rushed to your side. “DON’T! DON’T TOUCH ME! GET AWAY FROM ME!” You turned away form Pico quickly, putting your hands over your ears. Pico quickly moved away from you. “Hey hey hey! Babe, relax. It’s me. It’s just me.” “I DON’T CARE WHO YOU ARE JUST GET AWAY FROM ME!” Pico stepped back further away from you. “Hey hey see? Look, I’m not gonna hurt you . “... really?” “Of course really, it’s me babe, Pico.”

“... Pico? Babe?” “Yes, yes! It’s just me love.” You turned to Pico, still crying. “Please, make it stop!” Pico slowly got closer to you until he was sitting right next to you. “Make what stop? Tell me what hurts.” “I-I I’m seeing it again! Flashbacks...” “Okay...” “A-And I can’t breathe! Please I can’t breathe!” “Shhhh. It okay. Let’s do our breathing exercises.” “... Okay.” “Breathe in” You both take a deep breath. “Hold for 5 seconds...”

“And exhale for 5 seconds...” You both breathe out. “Let’s do that again, okay?” Both of you do the exercises together a few times until you were calm. “You okay now?” “U-Um, a lot better than before... Thank you babe.” “It’s nothing, really. Butttt” Pico hit your head, hard. “OW! What was that for?” “For scaring me, dipshit! You looked so sad and shit and I was worried!”

You both talked and watched some TV for a bit before getting ready for bed. After both of you laid down, Pico turned to you. “Before we go to bed, what was it about?” “What?” “The flashbacks.” “...” You quickly grew silent at that. It’s not that you don’t trust Pico, you just aren’t over what happened to you yet. It was just such a traumatic experience. You don’t want to let him down, but you also don’t want to- “You don’t have to tell me”. You jumped, thinking so much about how to respond that you forgot Pico was actually there. “I understand, you know? You need time. And I will give you it.” You shot up, scaring Pico. “... Babe?” You quickly hugged Pico, crying.

“Thank you.”

“It’s no problem, dumbass.”

You both fell asleep soon after in each other’s arms, cuddling for the rest of the night.

Author: WOOOOOO my eyes hurt. Ngl this is way easier on computer ( Yes I usually use my phone) Hope you enjoy and this comforts anybody who has gone through/is going through this type of thing. I hope I did it up to your liking, I was so nervous if I didn’t- Now to get to these 5 other requests-

#pico x reader #ptsd tw #fnf pico #fnf x reader #comfort #cringewritesandshi

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taechaos · 3 years

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Idea series oc sneaking Tae in the house after he had big fight with his father about something (your choice if it's smutty or fluff or angsty) with a peek of a vurberable Tae? Honestly i think he would change the topic as soon as he started it and prob with sex.

Anyway I'm really interest in their family dynamic since I remember don't know if it was in part one or two that you mention they have really religious parents? And seeing how harsh their dad is with Taehyung it have me wondering how is his relationship with the mother and ocs with both parents, despite everything the seem really distant from their kids, maybe thats why Tae and YN find comfort in each other. OC is the first real bond Tae made with someone so maybe that's the reason of his fear of being replaced and his obsession with her, and ocs mother probably don't pay that much attention to her so that's why even after the incident she still want him to be there. At this point I'm just rambling I'm sorry. And this ask is all over the place, started with a request and ended questioning characters life 💀💀. Sorry hehe.

when i read this yesterday i was literally blown away by this like hOLY shit your analysis is so in-depth at first i was like damn do my characters have more than oNE DIMENSION?? WHICH IS RLY FLATTERING BUT I THINK ITS JUST UR WORDS THAT MADE ME SOUND SMART 💀💀💀 the ending is chef's kiss tho made me bust a lung SHFJJD thank you so much for taking the time to write this its honestly so fucking amazing. hopefully u can see more of their family dynamic in this drabble :)

Rays of sunlight slither through the cracks in the blinds of the living room, allowing Taehyung's father enough light to scan the newspaper he holds in his hand, with the musical, happy chirping of mockingbirds filling in the silence. All of these beautiful signs of nature and peaceful rotation of the earth makes Taehyung tense up even more.

The moment he got back home from buying drugs, his father greeted him in monotone with a, "would you sit with me for a moment?" and he hasn't spoken since. The zipperbag in his pocket crinkles every time he shifts in his seat, making him cringe momentarily before he starts nervously fidgeting again.

This is so awkward and yet equivalent to hearing: we need to talk. God, why is he so silent?

Clearing his throat, Taehyung stands just as his father flips a page with a lick of his thumb. "I'm going to my room really quick."

"No."

"Oh." When will his step-mother return? She's his only hope as he sits down while avoiding looking at his father, whose gaze is set on the black and white printed pages.

It's only a minute later when he talks without diverting his gaze.

"Your sister is in her room, researching her major to get a headstart on a typical syllabus."

"Smart," he comments with disinterest and nibbles on his upper lip.

"Taehyung, how was your attendance in college?" he folds the newspaper and curiously peeks at his son, who is doing a poor job at hiding his nerves.

"It was alright–"

"Lying is a sin, son," his movements are aristocratic when he leans his chin on his fist. "Don't lie."

"I'm not," he stammers and his eyes flicker, "it was bad at the beginning of the year, but I fixed it."

His father pinches the bridge of nose where his frames lie. "I love your sister, Taehyung," he sighs and takes off his glasses, "I want her to do well. I've given up on you, but her? She can accomplish great things if you're not there to influence her. You're a bad influence. Are you following me?"

Taehyung nods dumbly with a racing heart before registering his words and shaking his head. "What?" he blurts. "I used to help her with her homework all the time–"

"You were home once every month."

"Just because you didn't see me doesn't mean I didn't see her," he coldly says. That's not entirely accurate, but it is true that he saw you more than he saw his parents before he started living here again. For you.

His father is taken aback, offended as he scoffs, "You avoided me and your mother, and yet have the face to stay in our home?" He stands up and passes the coffee table that was Taehyung's only barrier to hover over him with distance. "I expected so much more from you, but you can't even do the bare minimum. An adult without a stable job, respectable girlfriend, and embarrassing grades. I'm ashamed to have raised such a boy, for I can't even call you a man."

Taehyung abruptly stands but he continues, "If you can't even pay rent, go back to that landfill you came from."

"I have to pay rent to live with my family?" He's livid and his hands shake by his sides; they're taking you away from him because what? He isn't the son they wanted him to be?

"You've made it clear that the only thing keeping you here is my daughter," he blindly points at the closed door of your room, "and you will have to try much harder to see her again. Get your life together, and you can come back."

Taehyung's face is heated with anger from the injustice. "What the fuck?! This is such bullshit; you're kicking me out?"

His father frowns at his language, growling, "Taehyung! I will not let you drag her down that path with you. When you stop destroying everything you touch, I'll gladly let you live here."

Destroy? He hasn't done any harm to anyone—especially not you. He knows he's self-destructive, but it doesn't extend to his environment. If he fails, it's his failure, but his father takes it personally instead of encouraging him to do better.

The importance of reputation and success in this family enrages him; he's aware that he's not much of an affectionate person either, but a little love wouldn't hurt to witness in the household.

Instead of defending himself or speaking his mind, he obliges bitterly.

"You need to get laid," are his last words before he slams the door and opens the zipper bag to pop a pill. Ecstasy isn't so fun when you're not around, but he can use the distraction. It's been a bad day.

He flips off a stray cat idling around the garden before casually leaving the property.

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Studying isn't fun for you, never has been, never will be. Though you hate every second of it, it does give you something to do to make time pass faster. You've been tutoring yourself about things you'll learn sooner or later anyway, but you guess it doesn't hurt to have to study less when the time comes.

You check the time. It's approaching night at 9 PM, and your father wouldn't protest against a break now, hopefully. He only suggested that you should start studying, but you know what his suggestions really mean.

Do it, or get shamed into doing it with subtle glances.

As if that isn't enough, he constantly checked up on you throughout the day. He wasn't exactly giving you a choice, which irks you.

But that's done and over with, and there's a more pressing matter at hand: where is Taehyung? You heard bits and pieces of the argument, but you couldn't get the whole scoop. You worry he's going to go back to his old habits of never being here, rarely seeing you. He would've been hanging out with you six hours ago out of routine... It can't just be you being clingy. Something happened.

You: are you coming home tonight?

The response takes a few minutes.

taehyung: nop

taehyung: but i am coming to ur room

taehyung: cuz ik u cant sleep without me 😖

You: actually the opposite but ok lol

You: when are you coming

taehyung: whenever u want uwu

You: uwu...?

You: just come before it gets too late

—————

So that was a lie. It's 1 AM and still no word from Taehyung. Okay, maybe you're just being clingy now, but it's unlike him not to be clingy. Maybe he wanted to cool off for a long time after his tak with your step-dad, or simply wanted to hang out with his friends after spending all of his time with you.

That makes sense. What doesn't is the slide of your window and shuffling of your curtains. You instantly sit up in your bed and clutch your blanket closer. You watch a silhouette enter your room as you pick up your limp, your tense muscles relaxing only when you recognize the intruder. You put down the lamp with a click of your tongue, ignoring the relief in your pounding heart.

"Hey," he stupidly grins at you. He looks disheveled, clothes untucked and wrinkled, and from the little light you have, you can see his redshot eyes.

"There's also the door," you remark sassily. "Are you um... high?"

He shrugs and crawls in your bed, dismissive as usual. You both make an effort to keep your voices quiet.

"I talked to mom earlier," you ease into the discussion until he butts in.

"That's great."

You roll your eyes and prop an elbow to look down at him. His head lies on his hands while staring at you, mood strangely upbeat. He's definitely high.

"She was a little sad about something, and I know it involves you. I heard you talking to–" You're interrupted with a lingering peck, a little rough in its force but not unwelcomed.

"I've missed kissing you. Shouldn't you be asleep, by the way?"

Recovering from the unexpected attack, you reply, "It's not that late. I don't have to wake up early."

"You shouldn't ruin your sleep schedule," he tucks a hair strand behind your ear without taking his eyes off of you. "Staying up is hard to stop once you start."

"Yeah, you're a great example," you joke with a quiet giggle. Whispering with him feels intimate in a heart fluttering way. His heart pangs with a feeling he can't put a finger on. "You didn't answer my question."

"Hm?"

"Don't play dumb, I'm really curious. What happened with dad?"

"A lot of things happen with dad," he shrugs, "sometimes we play catch–"

"Taehyung," you give him a pointed look, and he giggles.

"You're right, he'd never play catch with me." He groans as he stretches in your bed before trapping you with his arms on either side of you in one motion. You don't know what he's trying to do, but you watch him above you in amusement. "No offence, but when is your mom not sad when my dad is around?" he laughs with a huff.

"That's rude, Tae," you remark seriously, "she's happy when you're around."

Taehyung's smile falters like yours, his happy guise crumbling when he says, "Are you?"

"Pfft," you roll your eyes, "What do you think? I was up waiting for you."

Ah. That's not a very good influence.

"I'm here now," he whispers, "go to sleep. It's okay, I won't do anything, I know you worked hard today."

You agree with a yawn and nod. But even in your sleepy state, you can read the room—Taehyung is especially attentive of his tone and volume aside from being so tense. "Are you alright?"

"I'm in and on ecstasy," he falls back on his former spot, "I can't not be alright."

"Taehyung, I haven't seen you all day–"

"Yeah, because I didn't want to be here," he looks at you dead in the eye, "and I don't want you to be here."

You blink rapidly, slightly shaking your head in confusion, "What are you saying?"

"Move in with me."

He's met with cold silence, so he persuades persistently, "Don't you want to get away from here? You'll have so much more freedom with me, and I can help you with your assignments and everything. It'll be perfect."

"I— do you... Where?" Taehyung is high and he doesn't know what he's saying is what you believe because this is so out of the blue, so irrational, but he describes it like it's utopia; you are not completely against the idea.

"I have enough money from drug dealing to rent an apartment, and you can tell dad that you want to move out to be like an adult or whatever, that you have a stable job, without mentioning me," he rambles, and his dilated pupils are more noticeable up close; it slightly puts you off.

"Wh-what about mom?"

He scoffs, "If she wants out, she can get her second divorce. Don't worry about them; after all, they're apparently the only real adults here," he relates back to not being worthy of being called a man. You shift away from him little by little. "Just trust me."

The phrase is triggering for you, a reminder of the time you were tricked into trusting him moments before your trauma. "We'll talk about this when you're sober," you meekly say, avoiding eye contact.

A wicked smile grows on his face, "I can't wait, princess."

#idea tae #*cue big time rush theme*#just gotta say this one last time #the analysis was so well written #its honestly a sight for sore eyes 😫

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dontrunintofire · 3 years

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Newsies/MCU crossover

(yeah, I know how it sounds)

Ok so I made a thing

I didn’t mean to make this a thing, it just sorta happened. So if you saw my post a couple days ago, I said that I had been watching wandavision and fell in love with it and it reawakened my love for marvel. I like to hyper fixate a lot (like I am doing with newsies) but I’m also simultaneously doing it with wandavision/the entirety of the MCU.

Anyway, send help because I have commited a sin

What if...it was newsies, but during the mcu timeline. (basically a modern au??) Still in New York, but the boys know superheroes exist and they think that’s awesome and some of the older newsies remember when the battle of new york took place. My main headcannon is during and after the blip, when everyone comes back.

So I needed to figure who all survived and who all dusted. I wasn’t sure how to do that so I used an app on my phone that separates different names into groups randomly. I tried to include every character but I know I forgot some. And this is mainly for the broadway musical since I’m more familiar with that than the movie but you can imagine it as whatever you want really.

Group 1 is people who survived the snap and group 2 is people who disappeared.

(Did this in like 5 minutes so I probably spelled some names wrong oops)

Anyway do with this information what you will

When I first looked at it I definitely wanted to change some things but I didn’t let myself. I think you can make some pretty interesting hcs with this info. Here’s what I have so far:

(Warning: lots of death, but for those of you who watch marvel you know that they all come back later)

The snap takes place around whenever they would be the ages they are when newsies takes place. So jack and davey are 17, katherine is around 18-19 maybe (do we ever really find out?), crutchie is 15??, Les is almost 10 etc.

I forgot to add the rest of the jacobs family (my bad) so I decided to throw my own wrench in there: davey is the only one in his family to disappear; sarah, les, his parents all survive. It sucks and I hate myself for it, but I think it adds a bunch of creative opportunities.

For example—this one is was on the random generator—davey snapped away, but les didn’t. If les was almost ten and davey was 17, then five years later when davey comes back, les is 15. So davey and les originally were seven years apart and now they’re only two. And the little boy that davey felt so responsible for turned into a teenager in what seemed like a day to davey.

We never know for sure kath’s age, but I assume she can’t be more than one or two years older than jack at most. Problem is, kath survives and jack doesn’t. So jack comes back as 17 and kath has aged five years. This definitely throws a kink in their relationship. I’m not sure what to do about this one (what do you think about this?)

Albert and spot both disappear. Regardless of whether you ship ralbert or sprace, race loses them both. He has to go five years without both of them.

Also, jack is gone too, so that makes race the leader of whatever is left of the newsies. He just lost albert, spot, crutchie, davey, jack, and a lot of other newsies and he has to step up and lead the remaininder. My heart hurts

Ike survived but mike didn’t. Just let that sink in...

So I think the app I used was being mean on purpose, because they split up all three sets of brothers. Les survived, Davey didn’t. Ike survived, mike didn’t. Morris survived, Oscar didn’t.

When oscar “died” it probably made morris even more angry and aggressive towards the remaining newsies, since they are the easiest target for him. And again, it’s hard on race because now he feels responsible for keeping all of them safe

Snyder survived (😡) and in the chaos of the snap there were probably a lot of jailbreaks. Snyder could have easily slipped through the radar. That might pose potential problems....

All four of the brooklyn newsies snapped away coincidentally. Without spot conlin, brooklyn is having touble keeping up their “bad boy” persona.

I have no idea what I’m gonna do with all this, but I’m too far in to stop now. I wanna keep building off of this and maybe tie it into wandavision or other mcu installations possibly. So reblog with your newsies/mcu headcannon, or request me an hc in my asks or just let me know what you think about all this.

Don’t let this flop guys I’m counting on you

#newsies #newsies broadway #marvel #mcu #wandavision #thanos #thanos snap #jack kelly #katherine pulitzer #katherine plumber #katherine plumber pulitzer #davey jacobs #david jacobs #les jacobs #racetrack higgins #race higgins #crutchie morris #spot conlon #newsies/mcu

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