#I hate tiktok i need everyone who uses that app to be locked down with no phone for a year

[chunkecheeks]

Literally just saw a bunch of people on tiktok complaining about the girl they cast as Ellie in the last of us show bc “shes ugly :(“ I want all of you to die right now I want a plague dropped upon you

[dreamingofaizawa]

Nobody

Dabi x Fem! Reader

Warnings: None really. Kidnapping (but not yandere), depression, soft Dabi, angst, fluff(ish)

Word Count: 1.2k

Author’s Note: Alrighty, there’s this trend going around weeb/anime tiktok (and possibly other tiktok communities but I wouldn’t know) where it’s a pov where y/n gets kidnapped by the league and is completely forgotten and joins the league. Normally it’s when they kidnap Bakugo and then the heroes save him and forget y/n exists, but I wanted to make this a little more adult-friendly and less minor-friendly. Idk if I’ll ever write other parts to this, but if I do I plan on making at least one part NSFW which means Minor! Reader is a no-go.

Enjoy~

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Really, you should have known what to expect. The longer you’re here the more you realize the government and society as a whole is either stupid, corrupt, or both. It didn’t really matter, though, not to you. Not anymore.

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That black mist was disorienting, at the least. It moved you so smoothly you couldn’t quite tell what was happening as the office changed into some sort of...bunker? It was hard to tell from the inside. Your boss is next to you, bound, and had been dragged through by a scarred man. Why they took you as well was a mystery to you. You’re only the secretary to his hero tech company

They tossed you in separate empty rooms without much in the way of explanation, but that wasn’t surprising. Only a few days passed before you could hear the yells and rumbling footsteps as the police and heroes raided the base. You screamed from inside your room, called out for anyone to help you. The door was yanked open and the same scarred man that pulled you through the portal was tugging you down hallways and before you knew it, you were somewhere else entirely. 

The noise and ruckus from the raid was gone, only annoyed comments from the one who seemed to be their leader. It took a bit, but you finally recognized the villains around you. The scarred man is Dabi, who wields blue flames. Then there’s that black mist, Kurogiri, then Tomura Shigaraki. They were all notorious villains.

You were snapped out of your daze by Shigaraki himself, reaching down and wrapping four of his fingers around your throat before leaning down into your face. “What a cute little secretary. I wonder how many heroes they’ll send to come save you.” That’s the question that rang in your head for days.

The question still rattles around in your brain, if only as a reminder.

It’s been two months since Shigaraki had posed that question, blood red eyes glaring into your own. Why they hadn’t just killed you already was a mystery. But now you’re sure you’ve been left behind. You’d been cooped up in a cell they called a room for the first month, now it really was a room. Your room. That change finally happened when Shigaraki, Kurogiri and Dabi all marched in, eyes narrowed down at you as Dabi asked, “Nobody’s coming to save you, huh?”

‘That’s right’, you thought. 

Nobody.

All you could do was drop your head and stare at the floor. For some reason, after that your door was never locked. In reality you could probably find your way out of here, go to the police and the heroes and reveal the location of their base of operations. But what’s the point? They’d given up on you. Once your boss was recovered and saved, they didn’t give two shits about you.

And now, after one month in isolated captivity and another where you’d been technically free to roam but too depressed to move at all, you really began to hate the world. Kurogiri constantly appeared with food, water, even clothes. Every time he came and went he’d remind you that your door was open. It was mildly refreshing to see Dabi waltz through the door, into your gloomy, dark domain.

“Don’t think about it too much. Everyone here’s been abandoned.” The silence that fell was thicker than dough, suffocating and nearly tangible. You’d been laying in bed for who knows how long now, only ever bothering to crawl out to use the bathroom. You’d barely bathed, barely ate. You wouldn’t be surprised if you looked like absolute shit. The man strode over and sat on the edge of the bed, leaning back on his hands.

“When’s the last time you ate something, doll?” What an interesting question. You didn’t feel compelled to answer. “What about drinking any water? Or showered?” Really, what was the point in asking all of this? You watched as his cerulean gaze flickered around the room, seeing all the untouched clothing Kurogiri had brought, the untouched snacks and water bottles. They were nearly gathering dust at this point.

He was moving again, walking over to the clothes and grabbing a few garments, before returning and scooping you up out of bed. You didn’t struggle as he carried you out, pressing your face into his chest when the hallway lights blinded your eyes that were so used to the dark. After a minute he sat you down on something cold, opening your eyes revealed it to be a bathroom countertop. He stood between your legs, hands planted on the white marble near your hips, his face inches from your own. 

“Can you do the next part on your own?” Honestly, you didn’t think you could. You knew you’d have to eventually clean yourself. You’re surprised you weren’t forced to do it sooner. This isn’t how you thought it would happen, though. “Hey.” You blinked, your gaze met by brilliant blue. “I need an answer, doll.” WIth a sigh, you shook your head. He hummed, then his hands were slowly pulling clothes from your body. You wondered, vaguely, why you felt okay with this.

Soon you were naked with Dabi in the bathtub, warm water and soap being worked into your hair and over your skin. It felt good, if you’re being honest. It also felt sad. You wanted to cry, because you’d been forgotten. Nobody you used to know really cared about you, and now you’re just some unsloved missing person case file at the back of some file cabinet in a police station somewhere.

“Nobody.” The word slipped out, barely audible on your breath. Dabi heard it. “Nobody?” You leaned back into his body, his warmth. “Nobody.” He hummed, pausing his ministrations to wrap his arms gently around you, his chin sitting atop your head. You could feel the staples on his chest as they pressed against your back, the rough scarred skin almost soothing against your own. You let his body heat swallow you up, let yourself melt into him. 

It wasn’t long before he was rinsing you and drying you, getting you dressed in a too-big black t-shirt and sweatpants. You let him brush your hair, let him pat it with a towel and brush it again until it was dry. You let him take you by the hand and lead you to what looked like a common room, asking Kurogiri to whip up something to eat and getting a surprised response. Something along the lines of ‘you got her to come out’. You let him tug you and sit down, sit you in his lap and wrap his arms around your waist as you waited patiently for Kurogiri to make food.

You let him feed you, let him nudge the chopsticks at your lips until you let them fall open and take a bite. You let him put the chopsticks down and stroke your cheek with his knuckles, whispering a ‘good girl’ for every bite you managed to swallow down. You let him lift the cup of icy water to your lips and tip it up, spilling the liquid into your mouth slowly. You let him urge you to take one last bite, let him push the bowl away when all you could do is shake your head ‘no’, let him stand up and carry you back to your room where Kurogiri had changed your bedding and put the clothes you hadn’t touched away in the small dresser in the corner. You let him curl up behind you and tuck you into him, wrap his arm around your waist and pull your head up onto his bicep, breathe into your hair.

You let yourself fall asleep in his arms that night. And every night after.

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I know I said this trend is on tik tok, but please don’t recommend my writing or my account on the cursed app.

[epochofbelief]

Under the Influence: Prologue

A Throne of Glass/A Court of Thorns and Roses Youtube/College Crossover

alwayss-reading masterlist

 Hey! I said this was chapter one in my announcements but it’s actually the prologue:) Please let me know if you want to be tagged! Enjoy! 

Triggers: cheating, a break up

PROLOGUE

“Dorian? It’s late.”  

“Aelin.” Something about Dorian’s tone had me sitting up a little straighter. “Have you checked your phone in the last half hour?” 

I glanced at my watch. It was nearly midnight. Chaol had just left after watching a movie with me and I hadn’t had a chance to catch up on my social media.  

 “No, why do you ask? I’ll check now,” I said, putting Dor on speaker and sliding up to check my apps. “Did Rifthold Weekly post those pictures from my photoshoot yet?” 

“Stop!” My finger hovered above the Instagram app on the screen. “Do not check your phone. I’ll be at your place in ten minutes. Do not check your phone Aelin, or so help me I will never, ever make another late-night dessert run for you again.” 

“Can you please just tell me what’s going on? It is bad?”  

 In the pause before he answered, all my usual anxieties came flooding in, including everything I worried about daily—public scandal, being cancelled, really bad hate mail, particularly nasty anti-Aelin Ash Instagram accounts.  

 “No. Do not check your phone, Aelin. I mean it.” He hung up. 

I usually didn’t listen to him, but Dorian sounded really serious about this one. I tossed my phone onto the couch. 

Dorian was only a few years older than me. In addition to his status as my manager, he was one of my closest friends. I knew when he meant business, and the fact that he was rushing to my house at midnight on a Sunday meant something big was happening. Normally, I checked social media every hour or so to see what was going on with my followers and subscribers.  

But Dorian’s tone and rush to my place worried me. Only one thing could make him so serious: the threat of me being cancelled.  

I shook my head. No. I thought over everything that could have possibly happened that would make Dorian act like this. My legal team had a tight handle on every piece of content I ever released—podcast, Tiktok, Instagram, YouTube, even the few Snapchats I posted every once in a while. It was virtually impossible for me to say or do anything that could get me in any sort of trouble in the public eye.  

That made me feel a little better. I took a deep breath and watched my hands. Maybe if I willed it hard enough, they would stop shaking. After all, I probably had nothing to worry about. I padded into the kitchen to find something sweet to eat.   

Seven minutes later, Dorian burst into the house (he had a key) and made a beeline straight for me. I offered him the bag of chocolates I was snacking on, but he declined. I didn’t get a clear look at his face until he placed both his hands on my shoulders and stared down into my eyes. I stifled a sigh. Dorian really was quite attractive. That might have been one of the factors that contributed to me hiring him two years ago. I had been deeply upset when Dorian contacted me right at the start of my career asking to be my manager, not my boyfriend. But he was off limits for about a thousand reasons, and of course, I had Chaol.  

I shook my head and stared into Dorian’s pale, uncharacteristically solemn expression. “Have you talked to Chaol today?”  

I nodded slowly. Odd. Dorian knew my every spare moment was spent with Chaol. “He left like twenty minutes ago. We watched a movie.” 

Dorian let out a long breath and stalked out of the kitchen, now rubbing his forehead with his fingers, muttering under his breath.  

“Dorian. Would you cut the crap and spit it out? Tell me what the hell is going on!” I demanded, stomping over to prevent him from walking deeper into my home.  

“About an hour ago, some photos were leaked. Of Chaol. . . With another girl.”   

I blinked. “Okay. . . Chaol gets photographed with people all the time. So do I. Those are all rumors. Everyone knows Chaol and me are together.” 

“These photos aren’t like the others.” 

“Tell me, Dorian,” I said when my manager refused to meet my eyes. I had a feeling that nothing would be the same after what he said next. Because whatever was going on with Chaol would affect me, my following, my career in some way or another.  

“You’ve heard of Nesryn Faliq? The TikTok star?” 

“Sure.” A horrible sinking feeling settled into my stomach. Nesryn had a bit of a reputation for drama on the Internet. 

Dorian brandished his phone. “You’re going to see them sooner or later,” he said. 

 I took the phone and slowly tilted my head to see. I nearly dropped the phone when I saw the screen. My boyfriend, lips locked with Nesryn, in a dimly lit parking lot, not a centimeter of space separating the two of them. One of his hands gripped her ass, the other was tangled in her dark hair. From what I could tell, her hands were somewhere under his shirt.   

“No. No, no, no. Chaol wouldn’t do this to me,” I managed to say, shoving the phone back into Dorian’s hands and making a beeline for mine, powering it on before Dorian could stop me.  

My Instagram was blowing up (more than normal) already. My DM’s were full of the pictures of Chaol and Nesryn, from various angles, the pictures sent from fans and haters and gossip accounts alike. Neither Chaol nor Nesryn had posted any responses to the images yet; of course, it was late on a Sunday night and I doubted anything would start happening until tomorrow.  

I took a quick peek at some of the photos to read what the gossip accounts were saying about the pictures. 

“Is this the end of Chaolin?”  

“Aelin Ash’s delicious boyfriend. . . Cheating?”  

I nearly threw my phone at the television.   

“He’s. . . cheating on me?” Was all I managed to say as I slumped sideways on the couch.  

Dorian came to set next to me, pulling me to rest on his shoulder. “I’m sorry, Ae.” 

I let myself lean against Dorian for a moment. It would be smart if I took a few moments to process everything, decide on a rational course of action.   

So after about two seconds, I rose from the couch.  

“That bastard is going to pay for this,” I said through gritted teeth. I was not going to be sad about this. No, it was time for Aelin Ash to get angry. “I’m gonna Tweet something. I can’t let this fester all night.” 

Dorian plucked my phone out of my grip. He’d moved from the couch to my position in front of the TV without my notice. “You are not Tweeting. We have to be absolutely positive that these pictures are what they are—” 

I fixed him with what I thought was my most withering stare. He ignored it. 

“And then we have to make sure that you come off as the bigger person in all this. Remember your promise to yourself? No internet drama?” 

I kicked the couch. “Yes,” I mumbled. Why did Dorian have to be so reasonable? “But this one’s out of my hands! Chaol started it.” I wanted to scream. I wanted to go key Chaol’s car. Or better yet, set it on fire.  

“And we’re going to let him explain himself before you act.” 

“I want things between us to be over. Right now.” I kicked the couch again. It felt good. 

“Wait til tomorrow and I promise you can call him and force him to explain and then kick his ass to the curb not a moment later. Then we’ll figure out a way to respond publicly. You and Chaol have to work this out peacefully so that you can come out of this looking strong and reasonable. The last thing we want is for the entire Internet to start taking sides.”  

I stalked away from the couch. Barely an hour ago, Chaol and I had been cuddled up next to each other watching some rom-com from twenty years ago. How dare he cheat on me and then waltz into my house like he owned the place? How dare he touch me after he made out—and possibly did more—with Nesryn Faliq?  

I’d have to get a new couch. Maybe even a new house.  

“Aelin?”  

I threw up my hands. “Fine! I’ll wait. Go home and get some rest.” 

But Dorian shook his head. “Oh no, I’m couching it tonight. If you need me, I want to be right here.” 

I rolled my eyes. “I don’t need a babysitter, Dor. I’m not going to do anything.” 

He looked at me sadly. “I know you don’t need a babysitter, Ae. This is in case you need a shoulder to cry on.” I opened my mouth to respond but he cut me off. “And that’s final!” 

I huffed out a large breath but relented. “Fine. But I have a guest bedroom, you know. You don’t have to couch it.” 

“Nah, I’m crashing right here,” he said.  

I shook my head and turned to go upstairs. “Good night, Dorian! And thanks.” 

“I’m here if you need me!” Was all he shouted.   

I rolled my eyes in the dark hallway. I wouldn’t cry over some jerk who couldn’t keep his dick in his pants. No, Aelin Ashryver Galathynius of the Aelin Ash YouTube empire did not get upset over losers like Chaol.  

But about an hour later, when I’d given up on sleeping for the rest of the night after tossing and turning, I padded downstairs and into the living room. Dorian sat up immediately.  

“Dorian—” I said, and my voice caught on his name. 

“Come here.” 

I resumed my place next to him on the couch and let him hold me as I cried.

TAGLIST (a smol one)

@elriel4life​

[honeyfreckled]

we have talked a few times and im sorry for this but you are the most accepting and easiest person to talk to honestly i dont have many people in my life i can tell anything real to. but the thing is ive been thinging about relapsing a lot more since i broke up with my boyfriend and i work with him so it makes work depressing and impossible to get through a day without crying sorry this is anon but i am scared ily dont hate me i am not trying to stress you out

ok wow first lemme just say: I DO NOT HATE U. EVER. 

and don’t be srry i don’t have a lotta ppl irl i can tell my shit to so i get it. pls know u can always ALWAYS ALWAYS come to me, and u dont gotta be scared to come off anon. i get it and it’s ok if u prefer it that way- but pls know i dont keep it on alot bc i get hate and then i turn it off bc i gotta look out for myself and dont post all the hate bc i dont wanna bring yall down or give them the satisfaction of knowing i have given it a read and response. so u can message me or make a sideblog or idk im just saying this so if it’s off later u dont blame yrself or feel scared to come off anon. ok sorelapse is a real thing and it’s fucked and hard and addiction is fucked up and a real life struggle and we dont treat addicts w the real tenderness, respect, kindness, and acceptance they deserve. but u DO deserve it. and there are hotlines, apps, churches, groups, chatrooms/boards, and sites that are more versed in what are the appropriate things to say to u- i say this bc while i’ve been thru it w loved ones i have not myself struggled w addiction w substances. my addictions were to self harm and victimhood so those are the things i searched for help on. but if it’s alright i’d like to give u some tips or things i used and have heard work for addicts of substances

places like i said like churches, groups, chatrooms, sites, apps, hotlines the apps and hotlines are good if u cant travel or want to talk to ppl who wont share their story bc maybe u cant hear it like its not the kinda help ur looking for. hotlines are sometimes tricky bc some of those folks are not educated they are volunteers so judgment leaks thru and in that case u ask to be redirected and report that volunteer so hopefully they dont repeat that kinda mess to other vulnerable folks looking for help

make a list of things, anything. list of foods u like to order, list of things that make u clench yr teeth, what were yr fave gifts you’ve ever got, style icons of urs, hobbies u tried that annoyed u, movies u can always watch, places on yr skin u hate being touched, any list of anything it doesnt have to be the usual thing of “what to live for” bc when yr depressed those kinds of things arent easy to think of. but if u get a list going of like “best things ive ever touched” “sounds that make me laugh” “trends that were stupid af” “popular things that i didnt like n couldnt figure out why they were popular” “weirdest ppl ive met” well those things might get u on a roll of good memories or laughing or seeing that theres more to yr life than what has been occupying yr thoughts

dancing. dance in yr room in the dark. clear some space. put on some headphones. lock yr door. do it in the shower. just dance. i had to start w closing my eyes and picking songs that i was taken by emotionally. songs that made me jump and slamdance tbh and then it’s just gotten more and more something im not as ashamed w. i spent a date night w james just dancing and then we ya know ya know bc the dancing got so wild. now i make playlists of songs that set moods for diff kinds of dancing

watch shows w ppl who arent doing better than u. they dont live in fancy places, they dont do much w their lives, they dont dress better than u, they struggle, they arent eating good food u dont have access to. iasip. freaks and geeks. letterkenny. undeclared. jake and amir. tpb. the state. youtube. tiktok/vine comps. lots of these kinds of vibes on youtube

podcasts. improv comedy podcasts tbh saved my life. comedy bang! bang! has best of’s those are good ones to start w. improv4humans bc matt besser has great guests of some of the best improvisers out there and he has musical guests and they’ll play a song and the improvisers will use it as inspo for a scene

make things. moodboards. pinterest. playlists. fill a shopping cart and tell yrself “i’ll get it when i win the lotto and move away from anyone who knows me so i can be the me i wanna be w/out judgement” make tea. make a meal if u can. make yr bed. clean one thing. clean the sink. hang some clothes or go thru yr drawers and clean them out. throwing things out feels hard at first but then it’s nice bc u feel less bogged down

find something to throw yr obsession at for a bit. something that wont hurt u as bad, being obsessed in general isnt good. everything in moderation irl. too much of something is bad just as much as too less of it can be bad. but yr looking for something lower risk here and if u gotta be obsessed w a celeb or a song or a food that’s ok. yr focusing the energy on something that isnt a substance so be proud of it

give yrself a break. give yrself some credit. everyday isnt gonna be on the “best of your name here’s days” but sometimes u just live to live bc that’s what u do. u wait it out and get thru it and wait for the sun to come back out. and if u cant get outta bed. or if you hate yr job and wanna scream- that’s normal it’s more normal than always being happy ppl just dont like talking abt bc society kinda trains us to hide our fucked upness idk why but thats how it is. they dont wanna tell us to do preventative care until we’re in the pits

all in all- it comes down to (at least for me) not planning w an endgoal in mind. it’s not over til it’s over and rlly we dont know. it’s all fluctuating and not meant to be a finish line we cross and then suddenly we’re done and we dont suffer anymore and the feeling of shit is gone or the risk of relapse is gone and the depression is cleared away never to be seen again. it’s not realistic. bc it isnt real. on the real- risk is always there and the downs and ups mix and run together and depression is not curable (this isnt something to be miserable over tho) depression isnt curable, yeah ok, but it is manageable. it can be quieted down from time to time and if u keep up w yr healthy routines and coping mechanisms- depression will still find its way to u bc the real world is not something u can manage. death in the family, loss of money or job, car breaking down, sickness outta nowhere, depression grows wild when these very real life stressors come into our lives. but all that too eventually gets easier and easier at least from a “ok i have some distance now” standpoint. and then as those days get more and more btwn it u can then be like “oh wow, ive made it thru X amount of days! ive put up w it this long! whats one more day, whats one more week, hell might as well see how much prouder i can feel once ive got a year under my belt!” plus u will be more capable of handling the bullshit if u know u can still find some safe places in yr coping skills or friends or resources.

ok so this is prob a mess but bottomline know this:

I love  you and i will be here the best i can should u ever wanna come spill or if u need me to just send u pics of my dog or boring pics of knickknacks or selfies or memes or links or anything just tell me what u need and i will try my best to show u my love. i hope u can see that u reaching out is just already a HUGE major step in the right direction, give yrself credit! thats amazing! yr already doing it pumpkin look at u! it’s hard ik. but i also know if u are capable of saying u have this problem going on, u are capable of getting thru this. u are a light in the world. u offer goodness and u offer yrself and that’s enough. even if yr fucked up right now- u are contributing to the world by simply being u. there is literally NO ONE ELSE WHO IS YOU. so u are unique by definition. i hope u get something from this post and if not i hope it strikes an idea or thing u can do that will help. i hope u know im here and i hope u see this.

i am sending u all my light and love and good vibes and i can’t wait to see or hear from u again. u are never bothering me, a burden, or stressing me out. tbh it stresses me more that u might be struggling and not telling me or anyone. i dont ever want u to suffer in silence bc u feel guilt or scared or anything. u deserve to have a place to voice yr shit. im here to listen if u do wanna tell me anymore.

everyone else-if this helped or if u can think of anything that might help anon or anyone else- feel free to reblog and get some good NONJUDGMENTAL advice or tips and tricks going, but please please please remember to not come off as judgey or flood it with your drama. keep ur drama out of this post so anon or anyone else doesn’t get triggered by it. 

and dont ignore my rule and do it anyway and then say some shit like “ik u said not to but i think this will help lol sorry” like we need this post to stay on this vibe that i set in motion and not a struggle contest or dick measuring or all sad personal reminiscing. go make yr own post for that this is NOT the space.