#but ik i need support with that. and it felt so nice to have someone acknowledge that and say they should have given it to me. augghhh.

[opiopal]

I need to ramble a little about this,

about how solmare makes mc in canon pisses me off sometimes. like how easily they can just let themself be cruel and mean to the brothers and other characters. I can't be the only one who gets BAFFLED seeing the options of either be mean or be meaner when it comes to chats or lessons.

and I dont mean "boo hoo i cant take a joke:(((", I mean the fact that Mc constantly joins in on teasing other characters. like, ik mc doesnt have to be a sweet mary sue all the time, and they can have personality, but the whole "we love mc because they are kind ad caring" thing falls apart when we as the players aren't able to let Mc BE KING AND CARING.

the thing it: I got HYPED when I saw we could slap lucifer after he saves us from his damn dog for the first time, because that fucker NEEDED to be hit after all the shit he did. HOWEVER. when there are options to drag down asmo, or mammon, or levi, or ANY of the brothers for NO reason at all and it sucks, they could be minding their own business and all of a sudden mc is given the choice to be like "haha mammon you really are a scum bag" or "asmo I dont like you and you aren't attractive at all."

also, mc isn't even given the option to flirt back with or be romantic with the brothers as often as lucifer. I wouldn't be surprised if lucifer was randomly like "remember when we got married mc" when the player is actively dating literally ANYONE else than him. like seriously, I'll be pushing so hard to have a single flirty message with mammon, and lucifer over here is randomly alluding to mc and him doing the devils tango for 5 hours straight in the library out of the blue.

I personally get frustrated because in game mc is so different to my own mc, which obviously it will be hard to have everyones mc be accommodated and I am aware of that, but can't we have more dialogue diversity when it comes to mc? as in like, a max of four different things. be sassy, be nice, be a little mean, be timid, that kind of stuff. I have it so then my mc doesn't have a single mean bone in their body. they are in anyone and everyones corner. they are 100% someone you could go to for support! someone who is kind and patient!! HOWEVER. they will still call people out, just because she cares about someone does not mean she'll lie to them and tell them the bad thing they did was right. truly caring for someone means being honest with them no matter if the truth hurts or not. so sometimes I do actually appreciate the chance to be a little straight forwards and a bit brutally honest at times! but I still want the chance to tell the brothers to stop picking on mammon, or to tell lucifer to leave belphie alone and that he can't help but be tired, or to tell anyone at all to stop picking on luke, or literally ANYTHING that doesn't lead to a character being targeted by another person they love/care for.

YES. they are demons. they are clearly used to being nasty and mean. and yes they are BROTHERS, and siblings are nasty to each other(trust me, I know. I'm the second youngest of four. I get it.). but that doesn't mean they should have to handle arguments and belittlement from the only people who understand who they are as a person.

idk, it just angers me to think about Mc easily being able to hurt the brothers emotionally and physically just because they felt like it.

[princessconsuela120]

CHAPTER FOUR: LANDSLIDE —✧

Series masterlist

Chapter Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of pregnancy, mentions of abortion, cursing, angst

Author’s Note: I’m gonna start adding a lot of additional things then just the movie plot to the story pretty soon so make sure to keep liking and commenting, it really helps motivate, thank you all!!

Chapter art by @silvell

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KYLE HAD REALIZED LATELY THAT HE REALLY LOVED THE COLOR YELLOW. It reminded him of joy, of walking home from school and finding small dandelions on the ground that reminded him it didn’t always need to be so cold. The sun that shone above, leaving a yellow hue on the world. But mostly because it reminded him of me. The yellow fabric of my science trip shirt laid in his lap, his hands bunched around the sleeves. He gently traced the words of my names signed into the fabric, next to a small doodle of a flower I added to the mix.

This had been his routine for the past few weeks since he had found me on his lawn. It was his way of bringing himself back down to earth. No one knew, he was lucky. He felt bad that he was lucky. He didn’t have to tell his parents, his mom wouldn’t freak out on him, he wouldn’t receive dirty looks. No one knew he was a father. It would be over soon, but Juno would have to live with that. And that didn’t sit easy with him.

“Hey, Kyle. Are you coming to eat?” Sheila asked, knocking lightly on Kyle’s door. He jumped up slightly, still wearing his basketball shorts from practice, not having the willpower to take them off. He held the short closer to him, hiding it beside his pillow so his mom wouldn’t question it.

“No, I don't think so.” He mumbled, looking back down with a sigh. Sheila sighed back, smiling softly at her boy.

“You played for 5 hours today Bubby.” She said softly, making Kyle smile up at her, a very forced smile, that Sheila seemed to recognize.

“I'm not hungry, oddly.” He shrugged, grabbing a handful of the t-shirt under his pillow. Sheila sighed, noticing how his eyes shifted down, then to the side, then back to the ground.

“But it's breakfast for supper. It's your favorite, Ike wanted to show you his science project for school.”

“Yeah. Tell Ike I’ll come down in a second.” He turned, letting his mom know he didn’t want to talk anymore.

“Juno Marsh called while you were at basketball today.” Sheila noticed how he perked up in his seat. “I like her Kyle, she’s a nice girl.”

“Yeah, yeah. I like her too.” He smiled, and she smiled back.

“Come down when you’re ready Bubala. Take your time.” He nodded, letting Sheila close the door before hurrying his head in the t-shirt, shaking comfort in the smell. He really did love the color yellow, more than he even knew possible.

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“So I'm not really sure how I'm gonna spit this out.” My hands were anxiously knotted together in my pocket, pulling at my fingers over and over. I had gathered my parents into the dinning room to break the news. I of course had gathered my support team, Kenny sitting beside me and Stan leaning against the staircase behind the table.

“Hon, did you get expelled?” My mom asked nervously, making me stop, shaking my head.

“No, the school would most likely contact you in the event of my expulsion.” I explained, going to sit down beside Kenny. He placed a hand on my shoulder, rubbing soothing patterns into my shoulder.

“Well, I was just asking. It seemed plausible.” She shook her head slightly with worry. “What, do you need a large amount of money? Legal counsel?”

“Weed?” My dad spoke up, earning a dirty look from my mother as Stan scoffed.

“Randy.” My mom said in warning, making him hold his hands up in defense.

“I'm not asking for anything. Except for maybe mercy. Like it would be frigging sweet if no one hit me.” I ranted, pulling lightly at my hair. My mom looked up at me with even more worry in her eyes.

“What have you done? Hit someone with the truck?”

“Break into my weed stash?” Dad interrupted again, causing Stan to interrupt this time aswell.

“Dad! Not the time okay?” Stan shouted, making dad look down like a lost puppy.

“No.” I mumbled, hiding my face in my hands as I let out a loud groan.

There were some moments in my life I can recall being hard. Things like, learning how to ride a bike when I was 5. Moving to Tegrudy Farms, that was hard. Getting into advanced sciences, that was pretty tough. But never has something been so hard it was almost impossible. My mouth physically rejected saying the words ‘I’m pregnant’ to my parents. I felt like I would throw up in any second by trying to force them out.

“Dude, I think it's best to just tell them.” Kenny said, grabbing my hand and giving it a light squeeze, they way we used to comfort each other as kids.

“Rip it off like a bandaid Junebug, you can do it.” Stan reassured, as if he could feel the anxious vomit collecting in my stomach.

“I'm pregnant.” I said quickly, looking down at the ground as I heard a soft gasp leave my moms lips.

“Oh, God.”

“I'm gonna give it up for adoption. I already found the perfect couple.” I explained, Kenny raising a hand proudly.

“I helped.” He chimes in, causing my mom to hide her face in her hands.

“Oh god.” She said again into her hands, my heart rate increasing ten folds.

“They're gonna pay for the medical expenses and everything. In thirty-odd weeks, we can just pretend that this never happened.” I continued to ramble, squeezing Kenny’s hand tighter, causing him to look at me with worry.

“You're pregnant?” My dad asked. It was strange, hearing him say that. Not because of the words he was saying, more so because of the way his voice broke when he said it. I had never seen my dad cry, or hear him falter at all. This was something new.

“I'm sorry. I'm sorry. And if it is any consolation… I have heartburn that is radiating to my kneecaps… And I haven't taken a dump since Wednesday. Morning.” I explained, holding my chest as I explained the said heartburn that crept into my chest.

“And you knew Stan?” Mom asked, making Stan frown.

“Barely.”

“I didn't even know you were sexually active.” My mom whispered in disbelief, as my dad looked up at me.

“Who is the kid?” He asked, making me furrow my eyebrows as I placed two hands on my stomach, looking down confused.

“The baby? I don't really know much about it other than it has fingernails.” I said making my mom roll her eyes.

“Allegedly.” Kenny mumbled, causing Stan to look at us confused.

“Nails? Really?” He asked, making me nod.

“Yeah.”

“No, I mean who is the father, Juno?” My dad corrected, making me sigh. I didn’t say much, I looked down at the ground and kept quiet for a second. Kenny was the only one who knew, now they were all gonna know. God I wish Stan weren’t here.

“It's Kyle Broflovski.” I said weakly, looking down at the ground to avoid any eye contact. The room went quiet.

“Kyle Broflovski?” My mom asked calmly.

“Kyle?!?” My brother shouted, causing me to flinch in response. “What the fuck Juno!!?” He shouted, moving from his comfortable spot, no longer my source of comfort. I couldn’t even look at him. I knew how bad it was.

“Stanley!” Our mom said, but he didn’t care. He stood infront of me now, and my eyes wondered to meet his.

“You didn’t tell me it was my fucking best friend, what the hell is wrong with you guys!!?” He shouted again. I really didn’t know what to say. Being honest, I felt like my heart had broken, my body shut down and I was dead on the floor. But I wasn’t dead, I was alive. Being alive was so damn hard.

“Stan i” I stuttered out, but Stan shook his head, walking upstairs.

“Oh fuck you dude.” He hissed, stomping up the steps, angrily slamming the door.

“I didn't think he had it in him.” My dad said, making Kenny chuckle.

“I know, right?” Kenny said, laughing.

“This is no laughing matter.” My mom spoke up angrily, causing both Kenny and Randy to clear their throats and look down.

“No, it's not. And, you know, Kyle is actually great in…Okay. In chair.” I explained, before looking down with shame at the angry look both my parents gave.

“You're thinking about adoption?”

“Yeah, yeah. And there's this couple, they haven't had...They've been trying to have a kid for five years.” I explained, Kenny nodding as he rushed to back me up.

“We found them in the PennySaver next to exotic birds.”

“They have a legitimate lawyer, and I was gonna go meet with them next weekend.”

“Junebug, that is a tough, tough thing to do. It's probably tougher than you can understand right now.” My mom said, shaking her head. I could tell this was hard for her, i could tell she didn’t know what to do. I didn’t blame her, I didn’t know what to do either.

“No, I know. And it's just that I'm not ready to be a mom.” I said softly, looking down again, kicking my foot against the table. My dad let out a laugh.

“Damn skippy. You don't even remember to give Sparky his breathing meds.”

“That was once. And he did not die, if you recall.” I said, scoffing in defense.

“Honey, had you considered, you know, the alternative?” My mom offered, but I shook my head, holding onto my stomach lightly, not wanting to remember my failed almost abortion.

“No.”

“Well, you're a little Viking.” My dad said, earning an eye roll from me at the teasing.

“First things first. We have to get you healthy. You need prenatal vitamins. Incidentally, they do incredible things for your nails, so that's a plus. We'll schedule a doctor's appointment, figure out where you'll deliver.” My mom explained, and I nodded.

“Juno, I'm coming with you to meet this adoption couple. You're a kid. I don't want you to get ripped off by baby-starved wing nuts.” My dad rambled, and I smiled at him softly.

“Thanks, Dad.” He sighed, shaking his head at me.

“Boy, I thought you were the kind of girl who knew when to say when.”

I smiled softly, feeling my heart ache.

“I don't really know what kind of girl I am.” I said softly, about to walk away as my mom sighed, grabbing my wrist lightly.

“Honey, don’t stress about Stan okay? He’ll come around, he loves you he always does.” She reassured me, and I nodded.

“Yeah, yeah okay.” I grabbed Kenny’s arm, pulling him with me and he followed me into my room. Kenny held me that night, and stayed with me to sleep over. I didn’t sleep though, I could hear every word from the other room, my moms wails that traveled through the walls, that eventually turned into my own. This is hard, this is really fucking hard.

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[yunaanoona]

"Loving you.." Sugawara x reader

Sinopsis - Sugawara Headcanons

Tags - Fluff, A slice of life (suga is life)

Cw - Bad grammars, horrible writing, literally write this in class in my note book because it was boring asf-

Info - N/N (nickname)

•Oo Love~ Ooh loverboy~

•An angel I will say. He is so sweet. Even before you both started dating.

•As friends he is like your wingman for everything. Supportive and cheerful, and he also would constanly give you advice on what's right or if you're doing something's wrong. Even if most of it not really helping

•He tease you alot.

•I feel like, he will be the one who confess first. He knows the chance for you to actually return his feelings is low but deep down he lowkey is still hoping, And plus until when is he gonna keep it hidden? He's in third year already.

•People have told him that he shouldn't turn friendship into relationship because he might lose both, and that does bring his hope down because he doesn't want his feelings to be the cause of your friendship being destroy.

•But Daichi shut those goons up and told suga "I can't promise that they will return your feelings, but there's nothing wrong in trying, and im sure N/N wouldn't do that. So get your head out of your gutter!"

•He tends to joke around alot, and yet sometimes he seems serious. But you know what they said. "The one who smiles alot, have the most scars" [Listen ik he dont have depressing bg story or whtever but shut up ok? ]

•Sugawara keeps alot to himself. Though, do you ever wonder? Suga always seems to care for everyone, wanting what's best for them, helping them, and he always seems fine but.. Is he? He was there to ask "Are you okay..? Do you need anything" but who is the person who will comfort him? Someone who would return the favor.?

•The pressure as the vice captain, the matches, practices, and his feelings..

•As times goes by everything build up, Ever since they're first year, trying their hardest to build the school name again. To make the volleyball team shine once more. The pressure added up.

.

•He almost cry when you said you share the same feelings as him. Wait no- He is crying-

•During that moment he felt a little relief, as if some weight have been lifted up.

"I-Im sorry- I can't help my self" He stuttered through his words as more tears drip down his face.

•You pull him into a hug and try to comfort him as he slowly relax in your embrace-

"NICE SUGA-SANN!!"

"S-Shut up Noya! He will see us-"

•Looking at the bushes, you both saw the 3rd and second years. Tanaka is on the verge of tears and its not because he's happy for suga but-

"THIS IS NOT FAIR SUGA-SAN!!"

[nahalism]

peace be unto you, darling. how are you feeling?

i went to bhum during the weekend and i met up with a guy at the club. he admitted he likes me. we exchanged numbers. i was with my friend who lives in bhum- she wasn’t in support of me giving my number to the guy(i didn’t care because i don’t live there). we spoke. she didn’t think he was “fine” until we met him the next day again.

when we got to my hotel, she told me how that was a weird move. my dumb ass kept telling her everything the guy said to me. (he seemed very genuine)- too early to speak on his loyalty. ik.

we went back to the club the next day and he was there (waiting to meet us). i was excited to see him again. but when we got there, i began to get so shy. he kept staring which made me uncomfortable but i loved it all together. it was intense or should i say the sexual tension was so much present. (i was on my period so there was no way- tmi)

we went to a different club which was so not it. oh lord, terrible decision. so we came back to the first club. when we got there, my friend was acting so weird. she was all over him (asking for his number and asking about personal questions ; where he lives, does he have a gf ect) even hugging him ? like wtf? when she clearly knew i sort of liked him? now, the guy was just being nice to her. he tried to talk to me and my “friend” had to interrupt. the same friend who thought it was “strange and early” to give my number out.

i spoke to her about how i felt when we got back at the hotel. she didn’t apologise and saw nothing wrong with it. bare in mind this was the second time a guy approached me (fine fine guys) and with the first guy, she said she wish he had approached her. man, now i don’t want to talk to her anymore. or slowly detach from her. it triggered me because this happened to me recently with another “friend”.

she is a very lovely person but i had never met this part of her. this was my first time seeing her in person. (it’s a long distance friendship)

any advice on this situation? i will appreciate it. <3333

my love. theres no way you need my advice on this.... would a lovely person act like the individual you described? everyone has redeeming qualities, but is someone who • judges your choices through the lens of their own insecurity • dismisses you when you communicate your feelings • tries to move to the guy showing you interest, someone you want want to call a friend? is that someone you can trust or feel safe around? is that someone who holds your best interests at heart?— not only do the people you move with represent you, they should be people you respect & believe you can learn from (especially since we tend to pick up / reflect the behaviours of people we're in proximity to). your feelings are justification enough for taking action. dont settle for mid <3

[diarygirls]

do u have any suggestions on how to . meet people? ive never been approached by anyone/never even gone on a date but im 22 and so lonely and scared of dating apps:(( any suggestions on how i can Put Myself Out There

<3 sending love & a sympathetic ear because i was in a similar situation myself in my early 20s and it felt so lonely even though from talking to others i know it’s actually not so unusual. sometimes i feel like the prevalence of dating apps has made dating this activity that’s entirely separate from the rest of your life / your social circle and it’s actually reduced the amount of casual dating we do in early adulthood. hmm anyway some suggestions:

for making friends in general: in my experience the easiest way to make friends is to pick an interest or activity + regularly show up where people do it. work or university are two obvious examples but there’s also rec sports leagues, online meetup groups for hobbies, trivia or open mic nights at local bars, bouldering/climbing gym or another specialized sports studio, martial arts studio, group art class, knitting circles, book clubs, volunteering … all good ways to expand your social circle + also valuable in themselves! it can feel intimidating to do things solo but people are pretty receptive to chatting especially if they’re also by themselves or maybe just 2 or 3 people. additionally bumble has a BFF mode that’s specifically for platonic connections & i have a very wonderful friend who i met from there so it might be worth a try.

and all of these ^^ situations (except bumble BFF) are good ways to meet people to date too! the only thing is for some reason in my experience, you rarely meet people to date when that’s your only goal from the interaction. like, i’ve been in social situations (outside of like bars/clubs where it’s the norm) where you can just tell that someone is only looking at new people as potential romantic interests or hookups and it just puts more pressure on every interaction. so like get out and do things and meet people, allow yourself to be open to them, if they’re cute + available feel free to flirt but don’t discount the interaction if it doesn’t turn romantic yknow?

oh also tell your friends you want to start dating! you might not want to date your close friends but they probably know someone who knows someone who you’d like to date. i’ve even been on a blind date that a friend set up for me and while it didn’t go anywhere it was still nice + less nerve-wracking than app dates because we at least had a common interest and a single shared connection. tbh in my experience NO ONE will support your dating adventures as much as your friends who have been happily partnered and in love for years, because they want everyone else to be in love, and they need the gossip.

finally ik you said you’re scared of dating apps but they’re not all bad! i think dating apps can be a good option for adults not in a university setting esp if you just want to meet a lot of people with low stakes. i think a lot of people (myself included) considering meeting someone on an app as less “real” than a cute meeting irl but the reality is a lot of single people you meet irl will also be on apps. i had a thing w this guy from an app and we ran into each a year later at a party and realized we had mutual friends and it was this nice realization like oh we would’ve met anyway. and i know a lot of people who are in relationships that started on apps! do what you’re comfy with of course but they’re always an option.

and of course goes without saying that there is so much love and romance to be had in life without a partner, that you can find so much joy and care and growth through friends family passions etc, that timelines are not real and that all experiences will come in time but you’ve probably heard that a lot, i know i did and do. but saying it again in case u need to hear it 🤍

hope some of these ideas resonate w u - ik it’s been a couple months since you asked so maybe it’ll just help someone else in a similar situation. good luck! <3

finally i know you said scared of dating apps but they’re actually not all bad and i think for adults who aren’t in university it’s a great way to just kind of dip your foot in the dating pool. plus i think a lot of us (me included) tend to romanticize irl meetings when the reality is a lot of people you’d meet in a cute way irl will also be on dating apps, i had a thing w someone from an app and a year later we ran into each other at a party and realized we had mutual friends and it was a nice reminder like ok well we would’ve met anyway, just on a later timeline. i know lots of people who are in relationships that started on them too. dating apps are also real life!!!

maybe some these ideas will resonate with you, ik it’s been a couple months since you sent it so maybe it’ll just help someone else in a similar situation. good luck out there 💗

[sanriopropaganda]

vent under the cut

ive had two best friends in my life, one from elementary to high school who moved away when we were 14 and we grew apart, and the other i met in my freshman year of college who dropped me for a romantic partner. i haven’t been able to find anyone since.

i have close friends, i even have people i might consider some of my best friends, but those people have their own best friend, and it’s not me. im not apart of a friend group, i mostly just bounce around from hangout to hangout. i interact with people a lot! im friends with a good number of people! i just. don’t have that one person that everyone else seems to.

i thought i had found a good group of girls that could maybe be a friend group since i don’t have one since moving back home. they were already friends, and i met them through a mutual friend that was also fairly new to the group. i was just scrolling on instagram today and i saw that there was a birthday party i wasn’t invited to that i just. had to find out through social media had happened. even the newer person was invited.

and maybe i had overinflated my position, or maybe i saw or felt something that wasn’t mutual, but after being invited to other gatherings and parties with the full group, it hurt! and then i started thinking about how they dont really talk to me outside of those hangouts. and there was a group chat they forgot to add me to (whether or not it was purposeful or not i don’t know). i thought maybe we would talk more as time went on, and ive tried to initiate those conversations, but. it’s never worked out.

and ik no one is obligated to hang out with me, ik no one is obligated to invite me to anything, especially since we haven’t known each other for a full year. but it just sucks bc like. im never anyone’s person. im no one’s best friend. people aren’t really jumping at the chance to be with me. i feel like the same lonely kid i always have been.

and it also just feels like. all for nothing? ive done so much work. i try really hard to be someone people like. i think im personable and nice and funny and people say i come off as confident. i dress nicely, i try to talk to people, i try to be supportive and there for others when they need to vent. ive changed so much. im no longer that shy awkward teen i once was, and thats great! i have my moments bc of social anxiety, but i have done a lot to be someone that people want to be around. and of course i have my flaws and things i try to work on but. it all just feels like it’s for nothing. bc im still that kid that doesn’t have a lunch table to sit at. and i feel like im letting myself down.

but even then i feel like it’s all fake. i don’t know where the real me ends and the mask begins. how much of me being a good person is me? how much of it is what i think other people want to see? i don’t know! but sometimes i think. that mask may slip, and i say something weird, or im a little too loud, or i get too excited and i talk too much, or i get too comfortable and i think someone may like me for me! and they don’t.

and ik the reaction to that may be “well you need to know yourself before you can be loved”. i don’t know if that’s ever going to happen! i truly don’t! ive been mentally ill and lonely my whole life. and they just. feed into each other. idk how to separate the loneliness from myself, I don’t know what it means to not feel like this. but does that mean i don’t deserve to love and be loved? aren’t there other people who have found connections and joy and love while being like me? what is it about me that is so repugnant? i try really hard, i genuinely do, i go to therapy and i only sometimes take my meds but i am genuinely really trying and i dont know why im not getting anywhere. but i want to be better, i really do! even with the depression, and the anxiety, and the bpd, i really do try.

i just want to be someone people genuinely truly like and want to be around. i want to meet people and have them think “wow i want to be her friend”. i want to not get dropped for other people. i want to be someone’s first choice. but im not. i want to have a group of people, and even just one, that i think of and who thinks of me when those silly memes of “me and the girls” pop up.

and sometimes i wonder if im just destined to be alone. it really sucks, but i wish some cosmic entiry or god or something would tell me that that’s just the way i am. and that i should just stop trying bc it’ll never matter anyway. it would make it hurt less. but there is no cosmic entity and there is no god and there is no here’s the life ive always dreamed of i will make it mine. it’s just being alone.

so im stuck. trying and failing and wondering what’s wrong with me. maybe im really not as great at being a person as i thought. maybe i am still just ugly and weird and it eventually shows. but i keep trying because thats all i know how to do. until the cosmic entity or god or whoever shows up and tells me to stop.

i really just want to run away a lot of the time. if i moved to some new city far away then i still wouldn’t have friends but i would have an excuse! but i can’t bc i don’t know how and im scared. im really scared that nothing will ever change and ill die alone. probably by my own hand if it gets much worse. but im scared of that too.

[hailieshapedbox]

ohhhh i just realized why i have no desire to sleep even though i in fact am getting tired🤪 my cousin was in psychosis for two weeks on coke off meds and two days ago he took a turn and directed all of his pain and anger at me n was talking shit about me saying vile things (mostly about being lesbian) till 4 am two days ago and till 6am last night. walking in the living room where i was juggling a knife and scraping it on our roomates doors, throwing n stabbing oranges around the house till he got 5250’d in the morning. i hope hes having an alright time in there he really needs help and hopefully rehab and hopefully he finally wants the change that he might not know he needs and actually does want. ya had to vent it out guys thx for reading my run on sentence, im actually tryna lead into a better, personal topic and this plays a part on it so i started there. i uh started recovery in AA 3 days ago and im so fucking happy to finally want to take my life back fully into my own hands and have the drive and ambition that i got easily with alcohol (fucking cop out). ik how this sounds to some people, i went to AA and NA for fun when i was in a grouphome at 17 bc it was another way for us to get off the campus and hangout with the other houses (they called them cottages🏡🕯️🎍☺️). so im very comfortable in that environment, it wasn’t an entirely new concept or energy to me, its been about ten years, but this is my first time coming with a severe desire to change and take back my life into my own hands. ya i had drank in highschool (fuckinn middle school too) but i dont think i ever had to drink and drink and drink till i passout and not be able to stop until im blacked out. that didnt happen till i was 23 in such a chaotic livlihood i couldnt stand any part of my reality, work, home, abusive relationship, i couldnt breathe but i could drink. to the point i was delivering weed from the dispensary drunk. it happened again over the summer for all of the same reasons but this time i had come back to my cousins house to get on my feet and ultimately ended up helping everyone else and their businesses and livlihood more than my own and i was drained out, favor not returned gang. i thought i was gonna stop drinking at the end of summer and i did a few times, a week, two a month but the binges were bad and i was in a lot of dangerous situations recently. everytime i thought i was ready, someone would give me a reason to catch a nice break from the chaos circus life, n who would say no to what sounds like bliss? the last time i drank i didnt even want to, i didnt even wanna go out shit, friend called me crying for help, by the end of the night i needed a relief drink joined got physically hurt (7 minor injuries but some are mid😭), stranded they took off w my phone and wallet in my bag, no sweater at 4am upset in a parking lot not tryna take three hour walk home. a ride from a nice lady w a sketchy guy judging me. how the fuck did it happen again, how easy couldve i prevented this. i had already reached out to a well versed friend that i need to get sober, she said she’d be around in a couple days n we would go. i told her again the next day i needed it even more now and we went that night, which she was wanting to bc she liked that specific meeting. well gang that specific meeting is always gonna be the story to the start of my meeting. i immediately got picked to lead and read through out the meeting on a little stage in front of everyone with the key speaker. as i expected haha, never heard of a lottery meeting like that. i made a home that night, i kept eveyones lottery ticket from the raffle that i picked (and the three left over), i hadnt felt so much support in years, and all at once and a whole room full of people.

i know im only three days in but ive been waiting my whole life to be here.

[runawaymun]

I don’t even go here (neither Christian nor queer) but I just want to say thank you so much for your kind response to that earlier anon. As someone who has grown up feeling constantly othered by the experience of being an atheist Hindu-raised kid in a culturally Christian country, your belief that your religion is more than some of the horrid results it produces is really really touching to me. I remember how angry I felt for you during that whole homophobic tag debacle as well and just wanna say that it really means a lot to see there are Christians who are as kind and loving and open-hearted as you out there! (And please don’t take this as an attack on Christianity at all – I’m not trying to denigrate your faith in any way, just sending you some appreciation!) sorry ik this is quite a personal thing to send especially on anon, I hope I’m not overstepping I just think you’re great 💞

Oh my god thank you so much for taking the time to send this in. It truly means the world to me 😭🫶

Yeah the homophobic tag debacle ajdjfjjkkll. I will say that I am happy it happened, if only because it gave me a chance to speak some justice into the situation, step into their echo chamber and attempt to offer an alternative view that they had the opportunity to consider (which is always the first step toward possible change. I never want to assume people’s level when it comes to these things and it’s entirely possible that some people in the tag have never heard anything different & need the opportunity to consider something other than what they’ve been taught. I was there once myself and but for the grace of God there go I still) and so many people came forward to either lend support or just to say that it was nice to see that they weren’t the only ones who are in that queer & religious (or questioning/unsure/traumatized adjacent etc etc) area. Because yeah! It is extremely isolating — the assumption from both sides is that you can’t be both. Part of why I am so loudly religious and loudly queer is so that other people who are going through this journey can see they’re not alone. No matter where you wind up with your beliefs — religious trauma is universal and isolating. It’s important that people talk about it.

Something something what they meant for evil (exclusion) wound up being a good thing in a way (found unity with others, made friends, and also now the bigots are helpfully and willingly labeling/outing themselves ajdjfhjkl). The only thing that makes me still genuinely angry about it is that they have twisted and bastardized the term “salt and light” for so many people who will not know it in any other context other than hate 😔 (and just…it was genuinely such a wasted opportunity for something good, but I digress).

Anyway this really means the world to me. Please don’t apologize 🫶 you’re such an angel for dropping this in my askbox.

[sungbeam]

hi friend as your biggest fan u already know im always gonna hype u up so have my lengthy answers to the ask game:

1. My fav fic of yours - flight risk......im pretty sure its the first fic of yours ive ever read but oh god its SO good erics character and everything abt it ??? Had me feeling butterflies so many times i screamed and yelled into my pillow. Also inspired me a lot in my writing slump and like... i dont wanna be cheesy but helped me mentally bc i read it when i was having a rough time 😭👍 but also PARTY PEOPLE !!!!! so good. SO so good. oh and also the sunwoo hoodie drabble owns my ass i reread it like 5 times already

2. My fav chapter in my fav fic of yours - not my fav fic but the kiss scene in the practice room in off the record ??? slaps

3. The best character youve written for - swing my way eric honestly. so authentic to him imo TT i just adore his character in that fic a whole lot.

6. Something i remember vividly - that scene from flight risk when eric asked sunwoo if he wants to go skate w them and sunwoo goes "no, im down" and eric is like wtf and so sunwoo goes "no, im down. laying down in my bed" or something (the memory is not 100% vivid as u can see) but I legit slapped my knee that was PEAK COMEDY for me

7. Something that made me emotional after reading - that one chapter of somewhere only we know when intak describes how he wishes he could hear his brothers voice sometimes because if he missed him in that way maybe it would hurt less. That whole series is...very personal to me in sense of grief :,)

8. What i like the most about your writing - THE UNIVERSES U CREATE and like. The friendships and the characterization of each character and how theyre all their own person and not just a tool for plot. Also your comedy in fics it always has me giggling

9. A fic im excited for you to post - sangyeons love in unity fic bc i need to know whats up w that secret gf

12. A fic of yours ive reread - hoodie talk LMAO

13. Have i talked to anyone else abt your fics - yes i fangirled to my friend abt u multiple times also we talked abt rhapsody anonymous after it came out 😭👍

YOU. i will actually ksbfkenfkndkfnf 😭 i love u, bar !!! ur support of me has literally been the saving grace to my writing motivation; every time i write something, i always have u in the back of my mind and i wonder what you'd say/react and if you'll like it 🤧

makes me really happy to hear that my writing helped you through a rough time in your life 😔 i wrote party people and flight risk and even hoodie talk during a ,,, emotionally stiff part of my life where i felt super isolated and emotionally constipated, so it's good to know that the feelings i wanted translated *were* translated correctly, if that makes sense

HELLO I LOVE THE PRACTICE ROOM KISS TOO SKFNDKFNJFNF sorry coughs uhm haha def not like biased or anything *looks away*

OMG THAT LINE FROM FLIGHT RISK 💀 i actually thought i was so clever for that one, thank u for mentioning it and sknfkd YAY thank god u found it funny 😭😭 IN GENERAL, the fact that u find me funny at ALL is like ,,, im punching the sky rn im actually celebrating 🤧

ik i prob said this in the reblog of that one chapter of the intak fic, but that series also holds a really tender place in my heart :') grief is one of the things i feel like isn't written abt very much here, and i always seem to leave traces of it wherever i go, so it's nice to know someone can connect to the grief theme </3

thank you thank you thank you for all you've done for me (more than you even know), and for just being so flippin cool :'))) 💖

[gwynbleiddyn]

jumbos for A Certain Prince: ❌🌺

oh yeah these are a doozy

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why?

assuming the context of the question is romantic relationships specifically, the thing that end's Mio's relationships is Mio.

if we look at this without the added caveat of his marriage and specific duties as a ??former??? prince regent:

he falls for people quickly, and often. it wouldn't be a lie to say half of talisman have been the subject of his discerning eye, whether or not he voices anything, but i think the important thing to note is that mio's not viewing any 'romantic' feelings as a meaningful anchor to tether a relationship to, but more so as a means of getting the praise and adoration he craves. if he's nice to someone, they're generally nice to him. if he can turn that up a little, and that person then reciprocates with those little honey sweet drip drops of ego-building, affirming statements, why the hell wouldn't he pursue it? and needless to say in this instance, they don't last. his concept of romantic love is a fast burning candle and once it burns out to the wick's end, it's near impossible to reignite.

so, no, Mio doesn't take people back, because he is the problem. part of him knows that. luckily for him in the past he's never had to see these people again so he hasn't had to face the consequences of his own behaviour.

right now though, with the context of his marriage, it's a little different. and i think he's just kind of avoiding the heart of the matter -- he's not necessarily available, both emotionally and physically. not in a way that matters for a long-term prospect, at least, which is likely the main reason he derailed things with Diric, with a dash of that whole 'romantic love is a fleeting fancy and i'll enjoy it until it starts to ask questions of me' vibe

now, the interesting thing here is this is only in the context of romantic relationships.

when we talk specifically about friendships (which ik the question isnt asking but it's relevant) mio is as devoted and as loyal as you like. he's selfless. he'll give his time and his presence to you as an active listener and confidant. he'll support you, verbally, physically, emotionally. whatever you need. he loves wholly and deeply in friendships, to many ends - and in some cases, to whatever end. everything you'd expect in a partner, you find in his friendship.

idk i guess when mio thinks of love as love, it becomes an obligation. a task. something he has to uphold when he's not really interested in doing so. in truth, he has no idea what a relationship should look like. he doesn't like being challenged. he doesn't like dealing with problems. he'll paper over the cracks with sweet words and gifts and "i love you"s because that's what fixes things, right?

but he doesn't think of love as an obligation to his friends, because it's just there. he doesn't name it 'love' - he just looks at them and he says i will protect you until i can't.

(and the love he has for his family literally transcends planes. he believes it will kill him, but what a sweet redemption to find at the end of all of it)

🌺 Does your OC have any tattoos or other body art? Does their body art have any specific meaning behind it? Do they have any scars? How did they get those scars? Any birthmarks?

he has his protection of the forest tattoos! like a weird little drunk party mistake except the mistake is really useful and keeps saving his ass.

stylistically speaking, they're brown, not quite black ink, and gold (ofc) and they scroll predominantly along the contour of muscle (chest, clavicle, biceps and forearm) where the enchantment felt like it would be most useful to offer protection. he asked the wood elves to utilize their preferred style, but he gave them a prayer to use as a basis for the words of protection he wanted - a prayer from Sehanine, that, until that point p much, he had been reciting to himself almost daily to cope with the grief he didn't get to really unpack. or didn't allow himself to, who knows

scars.......

there is a nasty horrible twisted motherfuck of a scar that curls up the left side of his torso. it doesn't really look like it was from a wound that you could actually survive, and Mio goes to great lengths to keep it hidden. he doesn't like to see it or acknowledge it, and the mere presence of it leaves a bit of a dent in the notion that he was made in a specific image.

perhaps the more obvious scars are the fractures and cracks that seem to be splitting all over his skin - face, neck, shoulders, hands - where it looks as though molten gold has been poured into the fissures to fuse him back together. they're warm to the touch, and oddly soothing. his aasimar heritage is struggling to be contained in his half-elven form and it's a brewing issue that Mio is, once again, turning something of a blind eye to.

his hands are covered in teeny tiny white scars too, from his work as a blacksmith!

jumbo oc questions

[taegularities]

Hello lovely, I was kinda feeling rebellious today, going out of my comfort zone.. trying to be open just a little...I rarely open up to anyone neither my family nor friends..and it's not like I don't have anyone to share its just I've always been this way? Idk lol.. uhm lately I've not been feeling quite well? Ig, my mind is not in a good place.. and ik it'll pass and its something we all go through, we all have our days right? I get angry easily eventhough i rarely do and then I feel like crying almost every night, and I give in most of the time..crying helps alot..So yeah that's a short glimpse into my very closed off life lmao.. and.. I might totally be wrong, but I've sensed that type of sorrow? ( from you) Is that too extreme of word? Gloomy maybe? Idk.. its something that makes me feel that there is something bothering you? Something that's dimming your light... this probably is not even true and I'm just being my sensitive self ( which let me tell you, I'm sensitive afffff especially to people I care for so 😓) and if there's the smallest chance that this is indeed somewhat true...I want..truly want it to get better, for the both of us, ik talking to people and all helps and it's healthy but at the end of the we're the ones who has to deal with it ri8? It's only us that can make things better for ourselves not matter how much support we get how much love we receive at the end of the day its us who has to make it better for ourselves, so I will not tell you to do non of that instead I'd wish you to be strong, you can let it hurt you, you can cry too, but don't hurt too much, don't cry too much.. you can think about it, all day all night but, remember to hold your ground don't stray too far and lastly never ever lose yourself while trying... its something I really wanted to hear from someone at times like these.. idk I might be sounding crazy af 💀 coz what if I truly am wrong..but still I wanted to let you know.. ( I know I said I wanted to be open but deciding to send this as an anon at the last moment, huh it must way b harder for me to truly open up , but I tried and I was able to speak my mind like this, so I guess that's something ri8?

ah... hey there, love 🥺 first of all, i'm happy you felt comfortable enough to open up to me/us... it means a lot. on the other hand, i'm sorry you needed to vent at all, bc i wouldn't want you to be unwell :( crying definitely helps, so if you ever need to, definitely do. i'll offer a warm hug anytime, too 💕

as for me... i'm so flattered that you reached out at all :( like, it makes me feel so warm that you'd care so much, truly. i think that yeah, the past couple weeks and months have been rough, and a lot of shitty stuff has been happening. i try to be optimistic about everything and try to hold onto hope, bc yeah you're right, we're the ones who'll get ourselves out of this... but i'm really sorry if i dampened the mood in any way 🥺

in any case... thank you again. these are things i usually tell you guys when you vent to me, but sometimes, it's so so nice to hear them, too. i love you, i appreciate you 💕 we'll be okay 🫂

[gravelyotempo]

nah this is maybe unreasonable like I know we shouldn't want gf to validate ourselves. however atm idk how much I feel valued appreciated etc in my life. maybe that's being unfair maybe it's just bedtime. but like. someone for whom I'm like. a priority. bc they care about my day n how I'm feeling? would be super nice. and I feel like even w the best of friends w the best of intentions this is so hard when u get older bc people work people have commitments and they will prioritise a partner in the time that isn't spent on those things. like they just will. and that's fine ig unless ur the person w out one who is jus like oh okay... see ya later then. idk. I'm def making a big deal of not a big deal irs easy to go no one cares me wah when like. People do and I know that and I shouldn't dismiss them. but like it's not people I am seeing a lot currently. haven't felt a massively. supportive presence in my life recently. even at work like I think they like me I know I'm doing a decent job but I still feel torn between ik shit at this they hate me and I'm. a god I need to be promoted like now. but I don't think my atremts to get involved in more stuff has really been appreciated or whatever. or maybe someone jus needs insane amounts of validation. who know.

[multifandoms27-blog]

Hello<3 may I request Mello x fem reader fluff/comforting hcs of him comforting reader because he’s been so busy and not making any time for her? Also can reader have a very sweet and caring personality to the point she didn’t even confront Mello about it instead someone had to point it out for him to realize?<3

Hiii! <3 Omg I love talking to y'all. And yes ofc I can!!! Quick question tho: Are you the same Mello anon as the one I just posted? :O

~*~*~*

Content: Mello x Fem!Reader

Warnings: neglect from Mello's end, but it gets sorted out :3

Notes: I finally finished my homework, so I hope this doesn't display how absolutely braindead I am from homework rn lol

~*~*~*

Sighing to yourself as you scroll through the messages you last sent Mello, detailing how you wished his day would go okay, that you loved him and offered your support if he needed it. Although, with how silent he'd been recently, you doubted he needed it.

He hadn't responded to you in three days. And before that, a simple "okay." And before that? More days of radio silence. He hadn't even read your messages. You'd been with him long enough to spot the signs of his life getting too hectic and busy to keep up with you.

But, as you read through your messages to him, you'd noticed you gradually sent less and less. You were sad that Mello wasn't replying, or even attempting to reach out to you or make it up to you...had he stopped caring?

'No,' You thought. 'He'd tell me if he did...'

But what if he didn't? What if he figured this was the easiest way? A shuddering sigh made its way out of your mouth at the thought, and so you opted to just close out of the text conversation all together.

"No, no, stop that...he'll...he'll get back to me eventually." You rested your head back against the couch. "Right...?"

Sitting by yourself for a moment, you pondered what to do now. You didn't want to text Mello again in fear of getting in the way of something. Looking towards the window, you noticed the sun was setting. This would be prime time for Mello's group to act on whatever devious plan they may or may not have set. It wasn't a good idea to text him right now anyways.

A ping came from your phone, and you felt your heart skip a beat in excitement. Was it Mello?! You opened your phone, but your smile fell as you saw it was your friend, Ike, instead.

Ike: Hey (Y/n), wanna hit the town with me tonight? :3

(Y/n): Couldn't hurt. Stuck at home doing nothing.

Ike: Again? Where's that blonde bombshell of yours?

(Y/n): No clue

Ike: Oh :( Well, I'll come pick you up in an hour for dinner and drinks, alright?

(Y/n): Thanks, Ike. See you soon.

You figured it was okay to do this. It wasn't like Mello was around to say no. Even if he was, who was he to tell you no? Cleaning yourself up to look at least a little decent for a night out, you waited patiently for Ike. While constantly checking your phone for any sign of Ike or Mello. Mello still hadn't read your messages, which hurt, but you were forced to brush it off.

Finally, Ike texted you that he was outside, and you promptly left your apartment. He brought you to a nice bar and grill, the both of you catching up and talking about your respective relationships. Once Ike finished telling you about his plans to propose to his boyfriend, he asked you again about Mello.

"Oh, we're fine." Shrugging it off with a small smile, you took a sip of your wine. "He's just been a little busy is all."

Ike's own smile fell a bit. "Y'know, he's been a little more um...busy than usual. Every time I text you these days, he seems to not be around."

"Everything's fine, Ike. Just work dragging him away again." You chuckled lightly. "Now, back to this proposal of yours..."

~*~*~*

Matt and Mello were finally done for the night, riding back home on Mello's motorcycle. Stopping at a stoplight, Mello kept his eyes on the light, itching for it to turn green.

"Um, Mello?" Matt mumbled.

"What?"

"Look." Matt pointed to the restaurant next to them.

Mello turned to look, and saw you and Ike sitting in the restaurant. It made Mello's chest tighten up in jealousy, but he had to remind himself that Ike was with someone.

"So? It's her friend. Whatever."

"But what if Ike and his boyfriend broke up?"

"No, she'd tell me."

"Would she? I mean, you haven't been giving her any attention lately."

"What do you mean? Been giving her plenty of fuckin' attention." Mello grunts.

"Really? Dude, check your messages."

Sighing, Mello dragged his phone out, wondering why the light was taking so long to change. Of course, he saw missed texts from you. But they were less than they were usually. You'd only texted him once today, and yesterday only three texts remained. The day before, four of them.

"Better be careful, she might be losing interest from your neglect..." Matt whistled.

Looking back up at the two of you in the restaurant, Mello growled again. Once the light finally turned, he revved his bike before riding away.

"Wha-" Matt turned to watch the restaurant disappear quickly behind them. "What are you doing?! Don't you want her?"

"I do! But I'm dropping you off first!"

Matt sighed, secretly disappointed. He wanted to see how Mello would worm his way back into your heart.

~*~*~*

When you and Ike were leaving, you felt a little sad to be going home alone again, even if the ride back home would still be in Ike's presence.

"Hey, are you sure you're alright? You can spend the night with me and Cameron if you'd like." Ike offered a small smile.

"Thanks, but...I don't wanna intrude." You gave another small smile, even though you wanted to.

"Oh, you wouldn't be-" Ike started, genuinely trying to comfort you.

"She said no." Mello sneered, stepping into the dim light outside the restaurant.

"Mello?" You perked up.

"Hey. I um...I need to talk to you."

That made your heart drop to your stomach. This is when he breaks up with you, right? Ike looked down at you before patting your shoulder and walking into the parking lot. However, he wasn't going to drive away, in case Mello really did leave you and you needed a ride home.

"Look, I um..."

You looked down at the ground. "Just get it over with already, Mello..."

"Huh?"

"You're breaking up with me, right?"

"What? No! I'm trying to apologize for not being around lately!" Mello grabbed your shoulders, then dropped his volume. "Who said I was breaking up with you? I'll kill them!"

"No, calm down, nobody did. I just assumed..."

"Oh. No. Baby, I love you. I'm...I'm really, really sorry that I haven't been able to get back to you or see you often lately. Work's been dragging me down, swamping me and forcing me to make it my first priority."

When Mello was sure you weren't going to say anything, he continued, pulling you closer.

"I should have texted you more, let you know what was going on...I didn't even know how much I was neglecting you until Matt pointed you out in this restaurant tonight. I'm really, really sorry. And I...I can understand if you can't forgive me."

"Mello..." You sighed. "Just...please make sure to at least let me know you're okay, just busy?"

"I will, I promise, anything you want." Mello put his hands on your cheeks.

"Alright..." You put your hands on his wrists. "Alright, I forgive you."

Mello kissed you before leading you to his motorcycle, helping you get situated before driving off. Ike smiled softly at the sight before driving home himself.

Once you and Mello got home, you moved to the couch to sit, but Mello stopped you.

"What are you doing?"

"You've got some other work, right?" You were so used to his busy schedule now, you just kind of assumed.

"No. Tonight's all about you, hon." Mello wrapped an arm around your shoulder, dragging you to your shared bed.

Mello spooned you in the bed, placing chaste kisses along your cheek, neck, and shoulder. His hands resting at your stomach, fiddling with your shirt as he tells you all the shit that went down over the few weeks.

After he finished, he then told you about stupid shit Matt did, and Mello reveled in your tired laugh. Moving you to face him, he laid on top of you, looking into your eyes before leaning down to kiss you on the lips.

You, of course, returned the kiss, and smiled comfortingly at Mello when he pulled away.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Mello."

[xoxo-teddybear]

Fair Warning - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: cursing, crack, fluff, Yui Kodai slander (I’m sorry), STREET FIGHTING (but inside a classroom), we love supportive boyfriend Bakugou, and we love bestie Mina <3

Request: I need a female Y/N to beat a bitch’s ass and have Katsuki in that background like “that’s my baby☺️”

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

“Bitch!” Mina comes in yelling with excitement. You were currently cuddling with your boyfriend as you sat on his lap at his desk seat when you took notice of your best friend calling for you.

Katsuki had his arms wrapped around your waist as you had your own wrapped around his neck. Both your eyes were closed as your head was tucked into Katsuki’s neck and his head was leaning atop of yours. Did y’all care that y’all were in the classroom? No. Bakugou was so clearly irritated by the pink girl. I mean, she was interrupting cuddle times.

“Listen Pinky, I had a bad morning and we’re in the middle of something here so if someone isn’t fucking dying then you better scram.” Bakugou calmly warned your friend as his eyes remained shut and his hold on you tightened. You giggled at your boyfriend’s empty threat and pecked his cheek before looking towards your bestie.

“What’s up?” You asked with your sweet voice. Bakugou groaned as he realized now some dumb shit has to happen.

“What’s up? What’s up?! Girl! Yui Kodai-“

“Ew.” You and your boyfriend both said at the mentioned of the girl’s name from class 1-b. For some reason, she just rubbed the both of you the wrong way. And it wasn’t even that Katsuki was just following your lead because you were his girl, he just genuinely didn’t like her either.

“Right!” Mina agreed. “But anyway, I was walking by 1-B’s classroom and I overheard her talking her shit, and here’s the best part, about you and Bakugou.”

At her words, you and Katsuki both tensed up at that. What the hell did this bitch have to say about your very happy and nearly perfect relationship?

“The fuck did she say?” You asked with a still very calm voice. You were very intrigued with where this conversation was going. It was a very known fact that your boyfriend was very attractive and yes he pulled bitches left and right. So yes, you were well aware of Yui’s little crush on him, but that usually didn’t bother you because Katsuki made it very clear that if it wasn’t you, he didn’t want or need it.

“She’s all talking about how if you weren’t around, she could easily pull Bakugou and how you’re an ‘ugly bitch’-“

As she continued to tell you all the shit that was said, you felt Katsuki’s hold on you tightened even more. You look to your boyfriend while you listened to Mina and noticed his angry expression. To soothe his nerves, you gently grabbed his face with your tiny hand and gave him a sweet peck on the lips before giving your attention back to Mina.

“-and then she finished it by saying she’d whoop your ass any time of the day.” Mina finished.

“Oh really?” You chuckled out. You lightly tapped on Katsuki’s arm to signal him to let you go and he reluctantly did so.

You were far too calm to be at ease with this whole thing. You were like the calm before a storm or a jaguar getting ready to pounce. You walked out the classroom and Katsuki chuckled as he had an idea of what was about to go down. He followed you out the room and Mina was left with excitement. She went to follow the both of you but not before telling the whole class about the shit that was about to surely spiral.

“Y’all wanna go see Y/N beat a bitch?” She called out and the lot of class 1-A, especially the Bakusquad, excitedly followed. The class watched as you slid opened the door to 1-B with a very calm demeanor.

You looked inside until you spotted your target. Yui Kodai. You motioned for the class to watch from the doorway, with the Bakusquad having front row seats to the upcoming show. 1-B quickly took notice of 1-A’s presence and silence rang through the room. You walked to Yui, finally grabbing her attention as she looked at you in shock and fear. She stood up from her seat as she backed up a few steps, which did nothing as you just went in closer.

“You know we ‘bout to fight, right?” You bluntly said.

“What?” Was all she could get out before you jumped her ass. At least you gave her a fair warning. You brought her to the ground as you banged your fist into her face while your other hand tugged at her hair. All the students grew rowdy and watched from beyond. You finally picked Yui up by her hair and used your training to kick her across the room and to the front. She got up in a hurry to defend herself but you continued to beat her ass.

The students all looked to Bakugou to gaze his reaction on how wild his girlfriend was getting, but they were only met with a grin of a proud partner.

“That’s my Teddy Bear,” Katsuki said with a hand over his heart while he had a goofy smile on his face as he watched you drag her ass around the front of the room.

“Teddy Bear?!” Denki questioned. “Y/N’s a freaking she-beast!”

“Yeaahhhhhhhh....” Katsuki said as he continued to look at you in bliss. Eventually, Yui began to bleed and that’s when Bakugou sucked in a breath. As much as he wanted to watch the fight continue, he came to the conclusion that he would have to stop you before you got expelled or something. He didn’t care if Yui got hurt, he just didn’t want you in trouble.

“Uhh, Y/N! Don’t you think you should tone it down a bit before Aizawa or Vlad comes?” Kirishima asked. You took a pause from the fight but still held a firm grip on Yui’s hair as you looked towards the red head.

“What’s he gonna do? Erase my quirk?” You said with a sarcastic voice.

“Yes, actually, I will and am.” Aizawa said from behind the 1-A crowd. The students moved out of the way as Aizawa walked to you with his hair up in the air and his eyes glowing red. You continued to look at your teacher with an unbothered and unfazed face as your hold on Yui’s hair never faltered. You and your teacher had a 10 second stare off before you turned to Yui....and continued to whoop her ass. That’s when Bakugou and Awase decided to pull you two apart.

“Okay baby, that’s enough,” your boyfriend said as he pulled you back. You pouted at your boyfriend with an angry scrunch on your nose that he found adorable but knew it was a sign that you were pissed at him for stopping you. “Don’t give me that look.”

You huffed and looked back at Yui to take a look at the damage you caused. Her hair was mangled and some of it was ripped out and scattered the floor as her nose was bleeding and she had scratches and bruises covering her face and body. Tears filled her eyes and her clothes were dirtied while you looked as pretty and fresh as a daisy. Not a scratch on you. You smirked at the sight and settled in Bakugou’s hold. He took notice of your calm cooperation and let you go. You turned and smiled at him with a proud look. Unfortunately, the spotlight was on Bakugou and so he had to choose his words very carefully.

“Y/N, you know I love you but all that was uncalled for. You should’ve handled the situation differently, dumbass.” He blankly said. Your proud look fell and was replaced with a look of sadness as your boyfriend reprimanded you. You looked down to your shoes in embarrassment as Aizawa sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“Alright look, my class go back to the room. I’ll stay here and wait for Vlad to come in so I can explain the situation. Awase, take Kodai to recovery girl and Y/N, I would scold you but I’m pretty sure getting told off by your boyfriend was enough. That’s all. Dismissed.” Aizawa said as he waited in 1-B’s room.

The students of 1-A all walked back to their own classroom, everyone all hyped up over the exciting fight. You kept your head down as you walked but felt a grip on your arm as you were dragged to another hallway away from everyone. You looked up to see your boyfriend looking down at you with a serious face. You pouted at him in embarrassment until his face grew a smile that showed how proud he was. Your mood instantly improved and you smiled like a happy puppy as he pulled you in for a hug and kissed your forehead.

“Nice work Teddy Bear.” He said, holding you tight.

“You’re not mad at me?” You said, smiling up at him as you were pressed into his chest. He just shook his head and smiled some more.

“‘Course not. You kicked her ass, and she completely deserved it.” he laughed out. You laughed with him before you both shared a cute kiss and walked hand in hand back to the others.

Yes. We very much love a supportive Bakugou boyfriend.

A/N: horrible ending, Ik but yeah :)

Taglist: @sxcker4you @aomi04

[merakiui]

Hiiiii, ik your super busy so if you don’t want to do this one feel free to ignore it. May I request a childe and scaramouche with a lonely reader? 🥺 👉👈. Thank you for your time ^^ also OMG UR WORK IS SO GOOOOOD!

Childe and Scaramouche with a Lonely Reader

note - thank you for enjoying my work!!! I like this request because I could think about how a lonely mouchey would act :D ...and childe’s here too ig ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ jk jk lol

💧 Childe 💧

When Childe invites you out for dinner one evening, you look surprised. He can’t really understand why, especially since it’s common for friends to spend time together.

You just shrug it off, saying that it’s been a while since you went out to eat with another person, be it friend or family member.

When Childe hears that, he’s determined to show you to the best restaurant in all of Liyue, where you’ll be free to order whatever you want regardless of the price.

It’s a nice gesture, one that you accept at once because you don’t have anything better to do. And if Childe’s paying, who are you to decline? He’s known to have a lot of money and you are definitely not as frivolous with your own wallet as he is.

His company always makes you feel more lively and it chases away your lonely thoughts. You don’t hang out with people often because your small group of friends don’t live nearby. And your family are spread all throughout the nation, thus making it difficult to visit all of the time.

Childe’s job as a Harbinger allows him to go anywhere and everywhere, but it also gives him less time with his family. In a way, he’s a little lonely, too. And though he may be disconnected from true friendship and love, he won’t admit it outright.

That’s why he enjoys these fun outings with you, where the two of you abandon work and responsibility for a night of fun. During these friendly moments, there isn’t an ounce of loneliness to be felt. You’re too busy doing what friends do, cheering one another up and having a great time.

You might not know about Childe’s own struggles and he may not know just how deep your loneliness runs, but it’s a silently agreed upon fact that hanging out together is a natural cure for loneliness.

Surprisingly enough, you end up growing closer to Childe during all of the times you’re with him and it’s not all that strange when you start to catch feelings for him. Luckily for you, he has a soft spot for his favorite comrade, so more outings such as your little dinner date are bound to occur.

And how can you feel lonely when you watch an all-powerful Harbinger fumble with his chopsticks?

⚡ Scaramouche ⚡

No one likes him, so you know this man battles with his own loneliness. He’s too prideful to admit it, but he does feel lonely every now and then. And that emotion gets stronger when he realizes just how dislikable he is among his fellow Harbingers and Fatui agents.

Nevertheless, he holds his head high in a faux show of dominance and perseverance. A Harbinger shouldn’t look weak in front of those who are hardly worth the time and so he builds up his walls as high as they can go.

And then he becomes acquainted with you and it’s like the two of you click. It’s weird, considering he doesn’t ‘click’ with very many people. Scaramouche hardly ever entertains the idea of friendship or even romance for that matter, but he’s oddly comforted by your presence.

You may not be as disliked as Scaramouche, but you don’t feel loved. You haven’t got any friends because of your tendency to travel and your family aren’t exactly supportive of your adventurous hobby. So you’re all alone with your body and mind, that is, until you met Scaramouche.

Now the two of you meet up regularly—or whenever his schedule allows it. He doesn’t want to come to terms with the fact that he genuinely enjoys your company and wouldn’t want to chase you away with his disagreeable personality.

In the haze of his loneliness, he ends up finding ways to spoil you in hopes that you’ll continue to be his friend. It’s then when you realize that he’s similar to you: a lonely person looking for someone to call a friend.

Scaramouche didn’t realize he needed you in his life until the two of you find ways to spend time together in secret, ranting to one another about your troubles.

You learn more about the cold-hearted Harbinger than he lets on and this exposed weakness is something that shocks you. If he can finally lower his walls around you, it must mean he holds you in high regard and trusts you enough not to tell anyone.

It took a while for your relationship to actually prosper into one of happiness and trust, where the two of you no longer feel as lonely as you did before, and it allows you to freely talk about what’s on your mind without the fear of getting turned down.

Scaramouche is ten times happier when he’s going on missions, eagerly awaiting the next time the two of you will hang out. And maybe he’s starting to catch feelings for his platonic comfort buddy. Who knows! He certainly doesn’t know.

[youryanderedaddy]

Love Fuel

Summary: You were Jason’s first love before you broke his heart and rejected him. It’s all your fault that he can’t move on.

Tw: female reader, obsessive behavior, incel behavior, nice guy behavior, self - hatred, threats of non-con, implied non - con, implied masturbation, bullying based on appearance (not reader), deregatory language, kidnapping, misogyny, generalizations, stalking

this is a hot mess but its 1 am and i am tired, ik that incels are bad irl (obviously), but this is fiction and I kinda wanted to explore the dynamic and shit. 

Everyone used to call him JJ or The-Big-Jay back in high school. Well, most of the time his classmates weren’t really calling out to him or even talking to him, the names were whispered behind his back, after he had just passed the hallway, or on bad days - right to his face. The jocks, these dumb motherfuckers, would beat him up, mock him for whatever stupid reasons they had chosen to use as an excuse to torment the smaller and weaker. The popular girls would giggle like brainless bimbos as Kyle or Brad or any other football player stole his glasses or continuously punched him in the guts until he threw up all over the floor. Even the nerds, the kids at the bottom of the school hierarchy, messed with Jason from time to time when they wanted to feel the oh - so desired rush of power they so rarely managed to experience. 

Looking back, Jason could see why his classmates hated him so much - he was everything that society deemed as wrong and unattractive. He was thin, pale, “scrawny” as the others called him, on the shorter side, and on top of that the teen was terribly shy and introverted, never having the guts to stand up to his bullies or even tell someone about the abuse. The male spent most of his free time at home, playing hours upon hours of video games, watching anime and reading books he was simply too young to understand or look critically at. As he grew older, the man began to view the world as it trully was - a dark, miserable place that ate up sore losers like him. Men were primitive and foolish, which somehow managed to soften their faults. Women, on the other hand, were  calculative and manipulative, greedy and sinful. His whole life they had done nothing but reject him when he needed love and support the most. Of course, there were many other reason why the brunette detested the weaker sex. In his eyes women were evil two - faced sluts, showing off their bodies yet acting innocent and hurt once someone finally decided to use them for the only thing they were actually good for.

But you Jason hated the most. You reminded him that no matter how much he hated the outside world, he would always hate himself the most. He had to admit you were pretty, painfully so, with a perfect little body to match your looks and a sweet sugary smile that almost deceived him years ago. As much as the man regretted his weakness, he had fallen right into your trap at the time.

You weren’t the most popular girl, but you had your fair share of friends, all nice and loyal like puppies. You weren’t the smartest either, but unlike the other stupid giggling sluts you always tried to do your best. You were beautiful just like them but you were actually kind to the pathetic bullied kid no one else bothered to acknowledge even existed outside of being a punching bag. You always asked him whether he was alright and often took him to the infirmary when he looked paler and sicker than usual. You talked to him as if he was a normal human being and despite the initial doubt, Jason appreciated it. 

It was the last day of your senior year when the teen finally gained the courage to confess. He was shaking the whole time and by the end of his little speech there were small tears in the corner of his eye. You were the first girl the male cared about, the first one to show him kindness, to offer him friendship without asking for something in return. You were the only one who could make him feel deserving of love, worthy of affection. And then you took it all away in a matter of seconds.

“I am sorry, bud.” You had said that day after giving him a  half - hearted hug and an apologetic smile, that started to seem more and more like a mocking grin the longer the teen started at you. “I already have a boyfriend, but I am really flattered. I am sure that you will find a lovely girl once you start college.” You had added quickly, cheerfully, rubbing the salt all over his wounds, honey dripping from your plump red lips. He had wanted to kiss them, bruise them, bite them until your stupid lying mouth was filled with blood. Obviously you didn’t have a boyfriend or he would have known by now, he stalked your social media religiously after all. Even if you had one, he probably treated you like shit. And how could you even suggest him finding another woman? As if he wanted any of the stupid money - grabbing sluts out there. As if some of them could replace you.

The boy was too furious to form a proper response besides “Fuck you, bitch”. His cheeks turned red and he didn’t realise that the bitter words had escaped his lips before he could stop them, then his legs took him far away from that shithole of a school. He didn’t manage to see your reaction before running away but it didn’t matter anymore. You were just like the others. 

***

That day Jason swore to show you just how small and insignificant you had made him feel. He wanted to see you crumble, cry and beg for forgiveness, desperate for his love but never good enough to get it. The man formed a plan to change himself and come back for you once he had erased each and every trace of his past. The brunette came to terms with his terrible social anxiety and decided that he needed to gain social abilities more than anything. That’s why, as much as he dreamt of working from home as a boring programmer with an even more boring, but flexible working schelude, the male chose to study something that involved a lot more human interactions. The next step was to hit the gym for the first time and get a monthly subscription. It wasn’t hard to see that females nowadays liked brain - dead athletes with defined jawline and cheekbones, toned chests and strong muscled bodies, so if he wanted to impress you, he had to look his best. It wasn’t easy at first - it felt like everyone in the fitness salon had their eyes on his weak frame, laughing and pointing their fingers at his imperfections, but things gradually got better as time went on. The trainings became easier to get through and from time to time they even helped the man forget about his loneliness and nihilism. 

Jason soon returned to his old habbit of spending hours looking through your accounts - Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, he knew all of your usernames, each post, every picture and text. He couldn’t believe how much of a desperate attention whore you had become over the years. The male remembered you in your long brown skirts, cozy sweatshirts and pure-white shirts, all the gray buttons closed to the very top, blushing, laughing, smiling like the adorable Goody-two-shoes you were. Now you were smirking seductively in every photo, overconfident and vibrant, flaunting your tits for every man to see and wearing tight little dresses that barelly covered your ass combined with heels so high and sharp they could be used as a weapon. You were such a stupid slut it was disgusting, and he couldn’t stop himself from jerking off every single time he saw your pretty little face on the screen. He wanted to cum down your throat so badly it was ridiculous, and even after knowing that you had probably already had hundreds of cocks shoved deep inside your pussy, the brunette still wished to see you split open on his, taking his lenght like a good little cocksleeve. 

***

The moment when he could see you again finally came. How many years had passed since graduation - five, ten, fifthteen? It hardly mattered. Jason was successful, at last. The male had his own business that was doing surprisingly well, there were some guys from the gym he could call friends and the best thing, he looked absolutely unrecognizable. There was nothing left of the tiny scrawny kid with quiet voice that everyone stepped over, he was now replaced by a strong capable man, determined to get what was rightfully his and his alone.

It wasn’t hard to find you since the brunette knew everything about you - where your job was, what time you finished, how long it took you to go home and what path you took. You lived alone and worked as a barista in a small local cafe even now that you had finished your studies in your dream faculty. Turns out the princess wasn’t so great and smart after all, having to resort to working a minimal - wage job day and night just to be able to pay her rent. Jason was absolutely delighted though, he loved your stupid dead - end job and your endless struggles to survive in the materialistic world honestly and fairly without selling yourself like a common whore. On one hand the male was happy that you had clung onto your last bit of innocence and on the other your pitiful lifestyle gave him the chance to snatch you away much easier. And that’s exactly what he did.

 ***

You woke up confused just like he had expected, bombarding him with questions, asking him who he was was, begging him to let you go, to at least explain what’s happening. You were so dumb, but God, you were still so pretty, if not prettier than before. You cried so beautifully when Jason told you you belonged to him now and you cried even more when he slammed his cold rough lips over yours in a deep wet kiss. You whimpered and whined while the male sucked on your lower lip and bit down, good, he wanted it to hurt. The stalker couldn’t wait to be inside you, he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He climbed on top of you and pinned your wrists to the floor before tying them up with delicate red rope and tightening it. It wasn’t like the man was scared of you slipping away and hurting him, you were too weak and tiny to stand a chance against his years of power - lifting and muscle - training anyways, he just wanted you to be as uncomfortable and squirmish as possible. Your tormentor wished for you to be in worse pain than he had been during his youthful years, and he knew exactly what to do. Next thing you knew Jason had ripped your dress apart, leaving you vulnerable and exposed in just your plain old panties and bra. Cold shivers ran down your spine when the chilly air hit your naked flesh and you finally realized there wasn’t getting away from this. You had to stay there, limbs bound together, unable to move or fight back, the stranger’s hands caressing your neck before moving dangerously close to your clothed breasts. You felt so sick you were going to throw up for sure if your abductor didn’t step back so you decided to use your last resort.

“Jason, please stop!” You screamed out of the blue, forcing the brunette to freeze instantly at the use of his birth name. You had already called him a pervert and a psycho which didn’t seem to faze him, but the name clearly caught him off guard. This only seemed to prove your theory further - the man really was your former classmate, despite the only similarity between them being the dark distant look in his eyes. “I beg you, don’t hurt me!” You continued, hoping to at least buy yourself more time before the assault took place. 

He gulped loudly and stared at your quivering form. The impossible had happened, you had recognized him and now together with fear, there was also pity in your gaze, the one emotion your captor absolutely despised. You used to be the only one who pitied him, and even now that he was bigger, better and stronger than before, you still had the guts to pity him. It drove him insane but any attempt to hurt or touch you was fruitless now - your soft skin was suddenly burning his fingers like hellfire. 

“You must be thinking that I am a monster.” Jason started out dryly, chuckling bitterly, humorlessly even. He clenched his fists unconsciously and brought them to the floor in a fit of rage, missing your head by mere inches. Your heart was beating like crazy and you only hoped the mandman couldn’t hear it. “A freak.” The man spat out the word like it was a curse and for a split second his eyes softened before turning into two spinning torches. “Right?” You were sure that if looks could kill, his would have you dead by the end of the night so you quickly nodded your head no.

“You are lying to me again, pretty girl.” The brunette replied feisty, "pretty” rolling off his tongue like an insult. Then he broke into hoarse maniac laugher and lowered his head so his face leveled up with yours, so close you could feel his warm breath on your tear - stained cheek. “When I am done with you, you wouldn’t be so pretty anymore, darling.” Your captor growled and attacked your neck, sinking his teeth deep into the flesh. “You will see exaclty how ugly my love is.”