#it just. makes me angry but anon yelled at me for reacting badly So

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : yandere!Lee Minho x F!Reader Word Count : 1.8k TW : yandere ; manipulation ; yelling ; fighting ; 1(one) slap ; the usual yandere angst ; Request : Anon : yandere lee know?

“Have you ever thought about what things would be like if I wasn’t here…” You pondered over the cup of coffee that you were holding in both hands. The only reason you held it so tightly was just in case he reacted badly to your question, and most of the time, if not every time you brought up something along the lines of you leaving or just not being there in general, he would blow up. The coffee was, in a way, a sense of security, a weapon if it had to be, just to save you enough time to get to the bedroom which had become your safe zone. 

He hummed softly, his fork scraping against the plate, creating the most cringe inducing noise. You wondered if he did it on purpose, but he himself even winced at the sound before dropping the fork and staring at you, so maybe it wasn’t intentional. You questioned everything he did though, it just came as a habit after being stuck with him so long. “Nope.” He said, almost cheerfully, as a smile spread across his face. “I’d like to think that no matter when or where, I would have gotten you at some point. You’ll always be mine, darling.” 

Even though he wasn’t angry, his response still had your skin crawling. He had said in a lot more words that basically you’d always belong to him, and you hated that. You didn’t want to belong to anyone… But sadly, you had ended up with him. The good memories that you had shared with him which feels like forever ago have long since been overshadowed by the constant fighting, the nights spent crying after he flipped out for what you felt to be no reason at all. There was no way out, you had tried to leave so many times before, it only made him more angry, and you had at some point just given up entirely on getting out. 

“What do you like about me though?” The breakfast table had become the birthplace of a brand new idea, a tactic that might have him making you leave instead of you having to find a way out. If you stopped doing and being everything that he liked, maybe he’d just get rid of you and you’d finally be free. Sure, it sounded stupid, but it felt like your hands were tied and there wasn’t much that you could do except hope that it would work. 

A quiet chuckle sounded through his lips as his head fell back, and you wondered if he was thinking about how to answer. Did he even have an answer, or had you just been unlucky enough to fall for him and his charms and he took advantage of that? “I like how you’re so thoughtful of me, making sure the house is clean and that I have something to eat when I get home from work. I like how you’re comfortable enough to walk around the house with your hair all messy and wearing my clothes, it’s so cute. I like the way you curl up next to me in bed every night and that adorable smile you have in the morning before you fully wake up.” You could see his smile growing wider the more he spoke, and for some strange reason, you actually started to feel bad about using those things against him. “I actually love those things about you… And there’s so much more. You’re just… My favorite person in the whole world.” His laughter got a little louder as his head rolled forward, his chin resting in the palm of his hands as he looked at you. “So what do you like about me?” 

Of course, you hadn’t planned on him asking you that question, you didn’t have a single thought in your mind now, and the intense stare down was only making it harder for you to think in general. “Uhm… well…” You chewed nervously on your bottom lip as you looked around the room, but every time your eyes passed over him you could see the large smile that he had been wearing grow smaller and smaller until his lips were set in a straight line and the light that had once glimmered in his eyes was gone. 

“Right…” He muttered, his hands dropping from under his chin to drum against the table. “You don’t love anything about me. I’m the world's biggest piece of shit.” There it was, the victim mentality that he always had. He was the one who was basically holding you hostage, but somehow you were the bad guy for not loving him after everything that he put you through. 

Even still, your head quickly shook, not because you were disagreeing with him, although that’s what you wanted him to believe. You just didn’t want an argument, you had gone a good portion of the morning without getting yelled at, and you didn’t want to start now. “It’s not that… I just didn’t expect you to ask the same question. I was thrown off guard a little.” You quickly tried to excuse your lack of an answer, and you kept your fingers crossed under the table as you waited and wished that he would believe you. 

“I didn’t expect to be asked the question at all…” He mused, leaning back in his chair, his arms crossed over his chest. His eyes were narrowed as he stared at you, sometimes it felt like he was just reading you, reading your face, your eyes, your body language. That’s exactly what it felt like he was doing right now. “But I was able to come up with so many reasons… And you can’t come up with anything? Do you not even love me?” 

You didn’t want this to turn into an argument, you had been actively trying to avoid one all morning, but it seemed like every single route led you to this. “I do… I do love you…” You stammered, already breathing heavily, the instinctive reaction to already be ready to run had you shifting slightly in your chair so that your feet weren’t underneath the table. “I just wasn’t ready-” 

His fists came down on the table and you felt yourself shrinking into the chair, you always became so small when he was like this. “You’re lying!” His voice rang out in your ears as you squeezed your eyes shut. “You always lie to me… Just tell me the truth. Do you love me?” The question would usually have you rambling on and on about how much you did love him, about how amazing he was. It wasn’t the first time he had asked, and even though he knew when you were lying, he would listen with a smug smile on his face. 

You weren’t sure what had changed today, but you were done lying. You were done with running away from him. You were tired of cowering whenever his anger became too much. If you fought back, maybe he’d change his mind about you, about why he loves you. “No. I don’t love you. I don’t love anything about you.” The smirk that he had been wearing while expectantly awaiting your usual response was now fading as he listened to you, turning into a scowl as he stared at you from across the table. “I hate waking up next to you in the morning, I hate when you come home from work and I have to see you. Your touch makes my skin crawl, your kisses make me want to vomit… I hate you.” 

The reaction didn’t come immediately, it actually took a couple minutes for him to process what you had said. This was completely unlike you, it was one thing to know you didn’t love him but have you lie about it… It was something completely different for you to be so vocal about not loving him, about everything you hated about him. “Is that… all true?” He quizzed, almost like he was giving you one last chance, a chance to change your mind, to take back everything that you said. Of course, you’d still be in trouble for even uttering those words, but the punishment would be less severe. Without a second of hesitation, you firmly nodded your head. This was it, you were sure of it. 

Before your eyes had even reopened after blinking, you felt the back of his hand land against your cheek, your face momentarily whipping to the side before going right back to looking at him. You weren’t sure where the courage came from, maybe it was just the months of built up anger from the situation that you were in. You were tired of being the scared little mouse that would cower in the corner of the room, waiting for him to come get you. You would fight back now, and you weren’t sure how it would end, but at least you had tried. 

Everything that had once been on the table was now on the floor with one quick swipe of your hand, coffee mugs shattering against the porcelain tiles of the kitchen floor as you practically lunged across the table at him. “I’m not scared of you, not anymore. You can yell at me, you can hit me… but I’m done hiding from you. I’m gonna leave… No matter what it takes… I won’t be stuck here with you anymore.” 

You were a mere inch from his face, and he had the opportunity to scream at you, to hit you, to do anything he wanted. It’s what you were waiting for as his eyes bored into your own, but strangely enough, he started smiling. His hand came up, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and index finger to hold you in place. “You’re so… feisty… My darling…” He cooed as he stood from his chair, tilting your head back so your eyes would stay on him. “It’s quite adorable that you think you have any say in when you’ll be leaving… You’re stuck here with me forever, you know that.” He chuckled softly, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Although I will add this little act onto my list of things to love about you… It was quite entertaining.” 

All of that… Everything that you had done… The strength that had somehow manifested in that moment… And it was all for… This? For him to find it cute? For him to practically laugh in your face and look at it as a joke? You truly were stuck with him… No matter what you did, you’d always be here. Everything that you did to go against him… It was all pointless at the end. You could either continue trying to fight against him… Or you could try to learn to love him. It would be hard… But it was the only thing you hadn’t tried yet.

[you-have-been-frizzled]

heyy- I'm curious abt which headcanons do you have abt what would happen if Juline got hurt very badly / died and how would the rest of characters react. (sorry if it sounds dark D:)

*deep inhale* oh anon i don’t think you realized what you just signed up for. also NOTHING is too dark for me when it comes to fic ideas

i have spent years thinking about what would happen if Juline was taken prisoner by the Neverseen, and when i remembered that the collective had that mind wipe poison i just made it angster.

Kesler would shut down when she was captured going completely on autopilot because that way he didn’t have to think to feel to process what had happened

that the person who was apart of his life since he was teen, his best friend was gone he would have a planting for her because that’s what he was told to do, he just told himself that she was dead because if he didn’t all he would think about is the ways they where torturing her.

that didn’t change the fact that he kept expecting to wake up and find Juline laying beside him, and he could hold her and know that she was safe but she was never there,

Dex would stay up day after day refusing to believe that she was gone, insisting that he could find her. he would stay so long that he would start to hallucinate.

because if he stopped working for even a moment his mind would run wild, thinking of every possible way the Neverseen was hurting her. and he couldn’t take it,

Lovise would have to force him to go bed and even Tinker would send him home when they where searching for her and he was falling asleep at his desk. Tinker eventually just made him a spot in the corner of her workspace so she could put him there to sleep when he would black out.

he wouldn’t be focusing at school or at team valiant meetings, he would be angry and sassing everyone if they tried to speak to him. he blamed himself for what happened to his mom weather he was there or not

and more importantly that was his mom, and weather they where fighting or not, and he didn’t know how to live without her

and the triplets Lex wouldn’t fully understand she was gone, he would be checking at the widows, mistaking Edaline for Juline everytime she comes over before becoming crushed and looking out the window for Juline again,

Dex came back why wouldn’t she?

Bex doesn’t speak she barely makes a noise and just follows Dex around like a shadow, “helping” him with his search for their mom,

Rex wouldn’t leave his dad side because what if he goes missing too, what if he losing another parent,

they had already lost their brother once and got him back and now they lost their mom, and they don’t know if she’s going to come back

Edaline would lock herself away at first crying so hard she couldn’t breathe, or completely catatonic, she wouldn’t want to speak to anyone other than Grady because her little sister is gone,

she’s lost her daughter, almost lost her second daughter and now lost her sister,

one of the days Dex comes over with Sophie rambling in techospeak, about how he’s going to find Juline, Edaline comes downstairs to watch them work not wanting to be in bed any longer

Dex when he sees her and freezes for a moment, almost like he thinks that Edaline is his mom just for a moment,

she runs over and hugs him and they are both crying and Edaline decides right then and there that they she’s going to go over to Rimeshire and be with her sister’s kids

because that’s what Juline would have wanted, Edaline helps run slurps and burps as often as she can, so Kesler doesn’t have to deal with the cruel whispers 

Grady would be angry, at everything, not understanding why his family can’t catch a break? why must they lose everything? why are they not allowed to be happy?

he goes over to Rimeshire to be with Kesler, not wanting him to suffer alone, he lets Dex yell about the Neverseen and how they can’t leave their family alone, he makes sure the triplets are ok while their father is on autopilot.

he would be the one to go with Sophie to check on the councils search and the black swans, because he’s been through it before twice, and he’s going to be the strong one and he’s not going to cry

[quirkle2]

okay incredibly specific incredibly self indulgent but for qpr wars and ledge how do you think they would react to the other being injured? and like different types of injury too like minor one vs a serious one, what would they say to each other would they hold each other? omg how do you think they'd react if they were separated in battle and then reunited to find the other got severely injured while they were gone??? I am obsessed with tender hurt/comfort and I love your qpr content so much pls crumbs

IM SO GLAD U LIKE IT please i think abt this shit sm i gotchu anon

— i mentioned in my other post abt this that they each tend to go Crazy Feral when the other is hurt badly during battle and i stand by it <3 crazed eyes, flexing hands searching for a weapon, a neck to snap, a dagger to throw. they Both lose it if the other is hurt bad enough, and if they are not calmed down they Will fight until they physically cannot, even if the situation doesn't call for it. they are stuck in an adrenaline-fueled, narrow-minded trance—about half of that is their minds trying to block out something that it cannot handle, and the other half purely stems from them and their need to kill whatever hurt their partner

— if legend is hurt very badly, with death a real possibility, warriors is an absolute mess. despite him seeing plenty of death over the years, All of it were people he was not close to. in my version of it, wars didn't rly have Anybody, for a long time, and it wasn't until lu came around when he finally experienced having a Family that he could love. and that being threatened is wars' worst nightmare and losing legend in particular would,, break him, i think. he's so so close to him that i think if he lost legend he would genuinely, completely lose it

— ^ so yes he is an absolute mess. physically sick w worry and the chain does their best to keep him calm and keep him Occupied, so he's not thinking on it too much. that can only get him so far though, and u can't just,, forget that ur favorite person was bleeding to death an hour ago and limp in ur arms. he's still a wreck—doesn't eat, doesn't sleep, doesn't take care of himself in the slightest, and the chain very gently nudges him to eat and to drink and to rest when he ends up so consumed w worry he forgets to. they r very understanding abt it. they r gentle w him. i said so

— if wars is hurt very badly, legend tends to shut down but in a different way. legend isn't as good w emotions, and i think Big Emotions like that are simply too much for him to process, and his mind sorta switches off from overload and makes him numb instead. he's angry during the fight itself, killing and killing and killing until he can't, but once the fight is over and the adrenaline fades, he's left w,, nothing. if the chain is tending to wars and he can't see him right now, he tends to go off somewhere to be alone and he sits and he stares. sometimes for hours, without moving. maybe that's dissociation, not sure, but eventually when somebody—usually time—checks up on him, that's when it all sorta spills out. legend Asks The Question, is he okay, is he alive, and as soon as he gets the first word out it's choked and watery and then he simply Loses it. bursts into tears and hides his face in time's chest and time holds him so so close

— they both also tend to,, fight against the chain sometimes, too. wars has a better grip on it than legend most of the time, but when one of them is very hurt and the healers in the chain need space to work, the others have to keep their partner back and it's . a Task GVIYEAGV it's usually when they're still shaking w adrenaline and they're kicking and yelling and shouting for them to Let Me See Him, and it's a yelling match where the chain is desperately tryin to hold them back and calm them down. later on they Know it wasn't helping anything, just making things worse rly, but emotions were high and the threat of losing a member was Real, and as close as ledge and wars r, they lose it sometimes

— in terms of softer, post-battle comfort though, when ledge is hurt, wars is the gentlest motherfucker on the planet. he's gentle as hell by default, rly, but now his touches r so so featherlight and careful. unless ledge is overwhelmed and doesn't want it, wars usually Needs to be touching Some part of him—a hand, an arm, playing w his hair, something. it grounds him and makes the fact that legend is alive seem Real and True in his head, because sometimes his brain lags and even though legend is there and talking to him and responding, wars still feels that petrifying fear that he lost him. physical touch is a big comfort to wars, and it helps bring him back to the present instead of dwelling on emotions he'd felt hours ago when it was Bad

— wars is very verbal w his reassurances, telling legend over and over again that he's okay and he's Going to be okay, and he's right here w him and he's not going anywhere. and he'll say it as many times as he needs to for legend to believe it

— as soon as the chain lets wars see ledge, he doesn't leave if he can help it. pulls a chair up to his bed or sits by his bedroll and simply keeps him company when he's awake and watches over him protectively while he rests. wars tends to hover, and he asks if legend needs anything a lot, and if he's comfy, if he's in pain. if legend is coherent, he'll talk abt everything and nothing and attempt to lighten the mood, get him to smile. if he isn't, and keeps drifting in and out and asking the same questions with every awakening like he doesn't remember the previous conversation, wars is infinitely patient w him. answers his questions, tells him he's okay, brushes the hair out of his face and puts little braids in it for him. gentlest motherfucker

— if wars is hurt, legend is typically just ,, such a mess GVIEAYV he's Exactly the same way w never leaving wars' side, but every time wars so much as Coughs legend is bolting upright and acting like he's dying GVIEYAVG poor dude doesn't know how to Handle bein this close to somebody and every little thing sets him off and gets him so worried abt losin him all over again. he is a Wreck, and logic tells him that freaking out isn't going to help and that wars is Fine, he's not even that pale anymore, but saying that only does so much to ease the anxiety yaknow

— legend calls him an idiot. wars grins, all loopy, cuz he knows it means smth so much softer

— sometimes one of them loses it in front of the other, when they're sittin there keeping them company. they go quiet, and try to speak again only for the words to come out wobbly, and suddenly they're Crying and wiping at their face and apologizing for it. the other motions for them to scoot closer, pulls them in, presses their forehead against theirs. soft and gentle

— [ hands u the "i thought i lost you" line, complete w cracks in the words and sobs in between <3 ]

— it is basically clockwork for them to eventually join the other in bed and fall asleep there. it Always happens, and the uninjured party Always ends up in the other's bed, both corled up and Holding each other. the chain lets them rest

— this is getting so long i apologize but im going to keep going bc this is my house and i do what i want GVIYAEGV in terms of them getting separated ? i mentioned it a bit in the other post, but if they're both Okay and they finally see each other after a fucking harrowing experience that had them both worried for the other's life, they absolutely see each other and then make a run for it. they crash into each other and wars picks ledge up and Spins him around, so so fucking relieved he's okay. shaky laughs and desperate hugs and holding each other against the others' chest like if they let go they'll disappear. forehead kisses, wipin tears,,

— if one of them is Not okay, the other is running faster than they ever have in their life and catching them before they collapse. holding them in their arms and brushing hair out of their face and repeating you're ok you're gonna be okay like a mantra while they try not to Openly Sob

— OH and lastly for more "minor" injuries, like burns or gashes, they patch each other up so so fuckign gently man . legend always gripes and curses, sometimes at wars for "being a dumbass," sometimes at everything else for hurting wars, but wars just gives him this Soft look, bc legend is currently wrapping bandages w the most Careful fuckin touches ever. so so gentle abt it

— wars is the same way w the gentleness and when he's done he gives him the biggest forehead kiss ever. MWAH

[talatomaz]

chased away by shadows | hailey upton x fem!reader

a/n: i didn’t include a love confession but i did reference it. after 8x11, we saw how hailey reacts to those words and honestly, i get it bc i’m kinda the same so i just changed it up a bit.

not a huge fan of this and there’s not as much hailey x r as i initially wanted but oh well, hope you still like it anon

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “hi! can i please request a hailey upton x intelligence love interest reader please? it’s been a really rough case and reader is quite depressed and hailey comes over and reader ends up falling asleep safe and warm in hailey’s arms and in the morning there is a love confession maybe? hope that makes sense, thank you x ”

warnings: mentions of assault, death, murder. usual canon violence

word count: 1.6k

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“Upton and I will take the front. Burgess, Atwater, secure the back.”

You ordered, whispering into your comms.

It had been a rough couple of days.

The Intelligence Unit had caught a rape and murder case with seemingly no witnesses or leads to the sick bastard who’d done this.

Like the rest of your team, you were damn near losing the end of your rag at the lack of leads and it didn’t help that this brought up some unwanted memories from your past.

You shrugged them off, not wanting to get emotional at work but it was difficult. Especially when you had no idea who you were looking for.

But you’d managed to catch a break as one of your CIs had contacted you, telling you that they had heard about some gang member who’d been boasting about “having fun with a chick before popping her off”.

After some further investigation, you’d managed to identify the man. He had a rap sheet about as long as your arm, including prior battery and assault charges.

It was only when Halstead had found out that he was holed up in a supposedly vacant property that you’d all geared up, armed to the nines because you knew the kind of heat this gang carried.

“On my mark.” Halstead said into your comms.

He waited a few moments for you all to get into position. You were standing behind Hailey, your hand on her arm, alert and ready to conduct your search.

“Be careful.”

“You too.” You replied softy to your girlfriend.

You’d been dating for the past 6 months, having fallen into bed one night after a evening out at Molly’s. You’d both agreed to keep it a secret as it was a one-time thing but what you both didn’t realise at the time was just how much you liked one another.

It had soon become a habit. The two of you sleeping together after everyone gathered for a social call at Molly’s until one evening, Hailey told you that she liked you and wanted the two of you to be more than just sex.

You were surprised to say the least because there was never any indication that she liked you. In fact, you thought she was out of your league considering how beautiful and smart she was. But you decided to take the leap and you were so glad you did because you loved being with her.

Not that you’d told her those words yet, mind you.

It was a tough thing to say, for you anyway, especially after your past alongside the lack of any emotional attachments with your parents. And you knew Hailey had her fair share of trauma too, the majority of which you learned after you and Ruzek overheard her telling a suspect they had in interrogation.

And although your relationship wasn’t without its flaws, it had pretty much been smooth sailing since the moment you’d got together. No unnecessary drama or bullshit.

That was the last thing the both of you needed in this type of job.

“Now.” Halstead ordered so you gave a quick nod to the blonde before yelling “Chicago PD!” as Hailey kicked the door down.

There were a few offenders in the house who tried to run when you’d entered and as Hailey and the rest of the team went to secure them, you made your way up the stairs to see if there was anyone else hiding out.

Your arm was extended, gun clutched carefully in your hand, finger just next to the trigger, ready for any indication of movement. Reaching the landing at the top of the stairs, you entered one of the bedrooms. As you stepped through the door, someone jumped out and hit you in the head with a bottle. It shattered upon contact with your skull and the force threw you as you groaned in pain.

You began fighting the male, who weighed at least 100 pounds more than you, so it was no small feat. You wrestled with the gun he’d aimed at you before kicking him in between his legs and throat punching him.

As he coughed to catch his breath, you grabbed your gun that had fallen out of your hands and aimed it at the man crumbled on the floor. Ignoring the way blood seeped from your wound and down your face, you yelled, “Chicago PD. Stay down or I will drop you.”

Staring down at him, you realised that it was the man you’d been looking for and when he looked up at you with a sinister smirk on his face, you wanted nothing more than to shoot him where he lay.

But you had more self control than that so, instead, you kept your gun trained on him and called downstairs for back-up.

In less than a minute, Hailey and Jay were right beside you. Jay handcuffed the suspect and you re holstered your gun.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hailey asked frantically, her hand gently cupping your face as she examined the cut on your forehead.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said, releasing the breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding.

“Are you sure? You’re bleeding pretty badly.”

You winced when Hailey touched the wound.

“Shit, sorry.”

“It’s fine. Come on, let’s go.”

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

After apprehending the suspect, Hailey had forced you to be checked out by one of the paramedics who’d arrived to take care of one of the offenders that Kevin had shot. They’d cleaned and stitched the wound and told you to take some paracetamol for the pain.

Now you were currently watching Voight and Halstead take lead on interrogating the man who’d attacked you at the house.

The man was so vile that you had to force yourself to not jump through the two-way glass and smack him silly. He’d copped to the murder but wouldn’t admit to the rape, sitting there with a smirk on his face.

“She wanted it rough. She was a slut. I just gave her what she wanted.”

The words continued to ring in your ear as they were words that you, yourself, had once been told. Forcing the bile back down your throat, you watched as Voight moved to stand behind the man, his hands on his shoulders.

“I’d watch your mouth if I were you.” Voight said, the threat lingering behind his words.

Your hands clenched into fists as he continued to speak.

“I ain’t gonna apologise for banging that whore. She got what she wanted.”

You could feel your anger boiling until it threatened to consume you so you left the viewing room and briskly walked to your desk.

You grabbed your coat that was hung on the back of your chair and ran out of the precinct; ignoring how your girlfriend’s eyes bore in your body as you hurried out of the building.

She decided to let you go, knowing that you needed space for a few hours.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

When you got back to your apartment, you fell down onto your couch, picked up one of the throw pillows and screamed into it, your frustrations coming to a blow.

You went from screaming to crying out of anger and old pain until you felt a hand on your shoulder that startled you. You hadn’t even realised Hailey had used her key to enter your apartment.

“Oh, baby.” Hailey murmured when she saw how red your eyes were.

She placed a soft kiss on your cheek and went to your freezer to grab an ice pack. She wrapped it in a table cloth and gently rested it over your eyes, the coolness soothing your swollen eyes immediately.

You tried to take the ice pack away from her but she simply tsked at you; too tired to fight, you instead relished in her taking care of you.

“Sorry.” You mumbled, finally gathering the courage to speak.

“It’s been a rough couple of days, honey. No one blames you for your reaction.”

“That’s not why I’m so...so angry and why I’m like this.” Your voice barely louder than a whisper but Hailey still heard you.

“What do you mean?” The blonde asked, furrowing her brows in concern. But her eyes told you that she already knew what you meant and that made your heart hurt.

“I just-I. It was a long time ago, back in high school. I’m over it but cases like these just bring it all back up, you know?” You sighed, deciding to remain ambiguous whilst knowing full well she knew exactly what you were referring to.

“Oh, baby,” Hailey repeated as she wrapped her free arm around you and pulled you close.

“The guy ended up confessing not long after you left. Voight stuck him in the cage and he ended up having a change of heart.” Hailey told you as she placed soft kisses on your forehead.

Your derived snort was muffled as your head was buried in Hailey’s chest but she heard you and chuckled in response.

“You’re safe now, y/n. You’re safe with me.” Hailey whispered, breaking the peaceful silence that had filled the room.

Her words brought a sense of calm to you as you sighed contently in her arms.

Gently removing the ice pack from your eyes, she put it on the table before lifting your chin up with her finger, bringing you in for a deep, reassuring kiss.

“I-I’m glad you’re in my life, Hailey” You said, catching yourself before you said those three words. You weren’t ready to say them aloud just yet and you had a feeling that your girlfriend felt the same way.

The blonde smiled knowingly, kissing your lips once more before hugging you close to her as you both got comfortable on the large couch you were still on.

“I’m glad to have you in my life too.”

[mammons-tax-returns]

Hey! I saw that your ask box was open, so I was wondering if I could request how the brothers (if not all then just Lucifer, Beelzebub, and Leviathan) would react to the mc defending them! Like they get into a fight and their only response was "they were talking bad about you" or something! -🥀 (Also side note, do you right for GN! MC's, or just male?)

BROTHERS REACTING TO MC DEFENDING THEM

Hey anon! Thanks so much for requesting! As for your question, This is TECHNICALLY a male reader blog, however, if it isn’t necessary, I will use he/him pronouns loosely. In other words, if the prompt doesn’t specify/depend on it being a male mc, it will be gn!mc! Hope this clears up some confusion! I’ll start putting whether a post is for a gn or male mc at the very beginning of said post from now on.

✖️GENDER NEUTRAL MC✖️

fluff, some angst :).

Lucifer was more angry than anything to hear that MC had gotten in a fight. The one thing he made sure they did was to stay out of trouble. And yet, they seem to be a magnet for chaos.

He stumbled upon the fight before it got bad, and had the demon dealt with as he accompanied MC to an empty room at RAD.

Although he seemed to be sweating out of exasperation, it was easy to tell that he was simply worried about them.

Well. Kind of.

If you look past the hour-long lecture it is.

MC tries countless times to explain themself, and yet he never fails to reroute the conversation back to his lesson on running from a demon before things get bad.

It gets to a point when MC has to put a hand over his mouth to quiet him.

Only then do they explain what happened, and what caused the fight to begin with.

First, he is absolutely shocked. And he can’t really find the right thing to say.

Then, his eyes relax, and his frown seems to melt away. He truly wants to be mad still, to teach a proper lesson. But he just can’t do it.

“It is true that humans tend not to think things through, I suppose.”

He crosses his arms and continues, “Well, I appreciate it, but I don’t need the protection.”

After ruffling their hair, he smirks a little.

“I’ll have to keep a closer eye on you if you rush into situations like that. Maybe put you on a leash.”

After things are cleared up, he finds the situation a little comical. A human defending a demon.

Luckily, the wounds aren’t bad, or else Lucifer wouldn’t have hesitated giving some sort of consequence to the MC.

Mammon is, unfortunately, not around to witness or intervene into the fight.

So when the next time he sees MC there’s a dark magenta ring around their eye, he loses it.

He wastes no time taking them home from RAD. We know he never really cared for classes anyways.

Unlike Lucifer, he wants to hear them out on the way home.

Although he physically feels himself getting butterflies in his stomach from the idea of being cared for, he clears his throat and tries to push it aside.

He knows that they’re not going to be taken away from him anytime soon. At least, not with his unintentionally vice grip on their wrist they aren’t.

And yet he can’t help but constantly flick his gaze back to them and their wounds.

We were all waiting for this one: he feels horrible that they got hurt because of him, albeit indirectly.

He puts emphasis on steering clear of hotheaded demons— or, all demons that aren’t the brothers for that matter.

“I hear ya, The Great Mammon is a gem that all of devildom should be tryna’ protect! But... You’re better off ignoring that... I mean, look at ya! All beat up and stuff... N-Not that you look bad or anything. Well... Um.”

When MC laughs at him, he’s both relieved that they’re not upset enough to sulk, and embarrassed because of his wording.

So they have to reassure him that they simply find him worth protecting— for exactly this. He cares for them, and is probably willing to protect them too.

As he’s sloppily tending to their bruises, he offers to spend the day with them.

He says its his payment, and that he would defend them when Lucifer found out about today.

But it’s more so the fact that he wishes more than anything to spend every day for the rest of his demonic life with them.

Levi is another brother who is unfortunately not around at the time due to his home schooling.

That’s why he’s one of the last people to find out about it, and he feels guilt hit him like an 18-wheeler.

The injuries are a little more severe, but nothing that would keep someone from going about their daily life. Nonetheless, Levi is demanding to be the one to patch them up.

As soon as MC cuts him off before he can start rambling, they make sure to explain the situation, i.e. “I had to defend you! Or else they would have kept talking bad about you.”

He turns red and covers his mouth, undoubtedly mumbling something about how impossibly romantic the situation was.

But after that, he shakily asks that MC tries not to talk as he takes time to let everything sink in. He still can’t believe it.

So he finds himself shakily asking questions like, “So... You just heard him and decided to-... To defend me? No one asked you to?”

For every reassuring nod that he gets, he feels his head spin a little faster.

It takes him a while, but all the wounds are properly sterilized and taken care off beneath his cold fingers.

He leans back in his seat, and blows out a slow puff of air. “MC... You’re badass. Seriously. I don’t really know what I, a demon, have done to deserve you... But... Thank you.”

The conversation ends with tears, but they couldn’t have been anything but happy.

He just can’t believe someone could go as far as to fight for his sake over a simple ill-intended comment.

Satan witnesses the event. Which... May or may not be a good thing.

MC doesn’t notice him at first. They’re too busy with the demon that has her hands on their uniform collar.

But then they see the green flames licking at their peripherals, emitting from somewhere behind them.

The demon girl in front of them seems to lose all color in her face at the sight of those same flames. She instantly drops MC to their knees, and attempts to run.

As Satan steps forward to grab the female student, he spins MC around with ease so that they won’t have to witness whatever he’s about to do.

MC doesn’t know how much time has passed due to the shock of the moment. It could be seconds or minutes. But when Satan pulls them back up to their feet, he is stone faced.

MC walks stiffly to the House of Lamentation with Satan, careful not to set anything else off in him.

The entire walk to his room is silent. The first time he speaks is when he offers a seat on his bed, nudging books aside with his foot.

He takes a deep breath before he begins diligently tending to the injuries.

“Mind explaining what happened?” He doesn’t sound angry at them, but it’s hard to tell with him.

Satan notices the hesitation in answering, so he gives a small smile. “Are you scared? You shouldn’t be. I’m just a bit... Tense, is all.”

After a moment, MC tells him the reasoning for the fight.

Satan sighs once more and places a hand on theirs. Oh to be so selfless yet still be a fragile human.

“MC... Demons talk. And it’s not always nice. It’s best to just let it go, okay? Well... Give me their name first, but I can’t have you losing a limb for me. Who knows what i’d do then.”

MC can’t completely promise that they’ll simply forget about anyone that talks badly about him, but Satan only gives a helpless sigh.

“What ever will we do with you.” He is much more relaxed than before, and his tone is affectionate.

MC doesn’t know what happened to that girl, and you figure it’s best to never ask.

Asmodeus is preoccupied with a hand mirror, but a circle of gathering demons certainly catches his attention.

He hums, interested. He’s always been one for drama.

But as he peeks over the crowd, his heart sinks impossibly deep in his body.

MC isn’t bloody, but by the looks of it, they may be very soon.

While he’s ridden with shock, a punch lands on their face, and the crowd roars. The yells overtake his own, and he can’t get through the group of people pushing and shoving.

Diavolo and Barbatos were alerted of the congregation of students, and are only just now arriving. And at the sight of them, students scatter like bugs. Leaving MC on the ground and clutching their face in pain.

Diavolo and Barbatos leave MC in the care of Asmodeus while they turn to resolve the problem with the attacker.

Asmodeus is frantic, fanning his face as he helps MC to sit up. He doesn’t know what to do first, does he ask to see the wound? But what’s the point when he doesn’t really know how to treat it in any circumstance? No one has ever socked him in the face before.

So he opts to carry them off to the infirmary, bridal style. All along the way, he gives reassuring words that seem to slightly calm the injuried MC.

“Hey, beautiful! Ughh, the nerve of some demons! I can’t even begin to— Oh right... The ice pack, I’ll get that now, so sit tight, love!”

While he allows them to press the ice to their eye themself, he is massaging his frowning face. All while he seems to be worried about all the wrong things.

“Is this type of injury permanent on humans?? Your face is too good for that!” “That low-level demon... I wish I could ruin his face a hundred times worse than what he’s doing to innocent bystanders!”

MC patiently allows him to vent, because hearing him fret of the most “Asmo” things somehow brought light to the situation and distracted from the throbbing in their face.

An hour must have passed before Asmo actually takes in the situation. “Oh, but I haven’t even asked... What in devildom were you doing with such a grotesque demon? Do I have to replace Mammon in guarding you?”

Finally, MC explains.

He’s less than shocked. Instead, he holds his own arms with an almost sympathetic smile, “Oh, darling... It’s better to talk to Lucifer about things like that... If at all. As the Avatar of Lust, It’s kind of part of the program to get nasty birds twittering about you... Fan behavior.”

MC seems less than convinced, replying with a small, “But...”

Asmo grins and puts a gentle hand on their shoulder. “It’s adorable that you’d do that for me, MC, really. I wish I could just dress you up and show you to the world, show them how special you make me feel! But please. Don’t sacrifice your complexion for a-ny-thing!”

Even Asmo can feel himself get butterflies when MC does the smallest of things for him. But taking care of that face is no joke to him.

Beel is at the gym when it happens, and is the last one to hear about it. The brothers are all discreetly trying to decide whether or not to tell him. We all know how scary he can get.

MC listens to Mammon... For some reason. And that entails avoiding Beel until the scrapes and bruises on your body heal.

Bad idea. Beel now looks like a hurt puppy, and is desperately trying to figure out what he has done.

The fateful moment of realization for him comes on a Tuesday night, less than a week after the incident. MC walks into the kitchen, searching for a late night beverage to drink and also hold against their wounds.

Beel is already there, instantly looking ashamed when he sees them.

“Beel...” MC starts, forgetting that they were supposed to be avoiding him. They stop themselves before hastily pulling their sleeves down to cover the lingering bruises.

This catches Beel’s attention to detail when it comes to others.

His eyebrows furrow a bit, and MC gulps.  There was no getting out of this.

Before completely explaining everything, MC has to calm him.  Because if not, he’d be checking every inch of their body for serious injuries.  And even if there were none, he’d never let them leave bed for the next week.  At least.

They take a deep breath and start with the people poking fun at his soft personality in such an intimidating body.  And then finishing with the plan of steering clear of him to keep him from getting worried.  (you leave out mammon’s part last second)

At first, his eyes are serious as he listens intently, silently going over things more than once in his head to ensure that he was understanding the story properly.

Once MC has finished, his eyes change completely.  They’re soft, and concerned, but not overbearing.

MC felt a bit guilty seeing him like this.

Beel reaches out to hug them, but is hesitant, worried that they’d still be hurt.  So MC has to let him know that their wounds have healed for the most part.

“MC....  Firstly, thank you.” He pulls them into a soft hug.  “It makes me all happy on the inside when you do things like that.” His voice is quiet, but much too unstable.  MC knew that this was a telltale sign that he was near tears.

MC doesn’t hesitate to reach up and stroke the back of his hair, feeling him bury his head into their shoulder.

“Beel? Are you okay?”

“I should be the one asking you that.”

‘you should know better’ is what he wants to say. But maybe they don’t, he thinks. Afterall, when was the last time a human with such limited magical capability was surrounded by demons 24/7?

“I just need you to promise me.” He carefully pulls back and sucks in a breath, keeping himself from imagining MC scared and hurt without him— because of him.

“Promise me that you’ll tell me about things like that first. Before you get yourself hurt, or... Or worse.” There’s another word that he has to stop himself from saying. He doesn’t know how he could handle that thought.

There, he thinks. If they didn’t know before how serious it was, now they did. Hopefully.

The brothers notice that Beel is a bit more normal than the days before, so they assume that things have been cleared up for the two.

Although they have to pretend as if they had never heard about the incident when he mentions it.

Belphie was definitely not there when it happened.

But unlike with every other brother, MC was unable to be saved immediately after having found themselves in a brawl with a low class demon.

MC silently curses as they find themselves limping through the halls of the House of Lamentation.

They’re lucky to have only gotten out of that with an injured ankle, they remind themself. It didn’t seem... Broken. But it definitely needed more medical attention than it received now— A knee-high sock they pulled off of their foot wrapped tightly around a ruler they used as a makeshift splint.

They were sure that the majority of the brothers were at school, so they’d have at least a few hours to figure out what to do.

How would the brothers react if they saw them like this? Would they feel that this was a mere inconvenience? Afterall, this may just be a bad sprain, and now look at them. They can barely limp. Much less walk. But maybe after a bit of rest, it would magically heal.

They decide to head to the music room (?), where they knew that none of the brothers would immediately run into after school.

After finding a stool to sit on, MC hisses when they bump their ankle on the floor. The throbbing seemed to shake their whole body.

“Holy shi—“

“MC?”

A sleepy drawl from the couch behind them causes them to freeze. They wanted to slap themself. Of course Belphie would be sleeping here, why didn’t they think of that?

“What’re you doing h—....” He stops.

MC can already tell that he had noticed the poor job they had done with their ankle. “I fell down the stairs. But it’s okay, I just—“

“MC. I’m not stupid. Why are you home so early, alone? If you skipped or left early, Mammon would have sniffed you out like a dog and be here, too. Spill it.”

If Belphie was good at anything (besides sleeping), it was reading emotions. There was no lying anymore. And so MC simply explained the fight and its causes.

When they turn to look at him, he simply blinks. He doesn’t seem very concerned, but he sleepily walks over to inspect their leg.

He’s careful to support their foot as he lifts their entire leg, checking the swelling.

“... Geez. You’re stupid.” His eyebrows knit together with an unknown emotion. Worry? Irritation? A mix of both? “I don’t care about what such irrelevant demons think, and you shouldn’t either.”

MC is a little speechless, but only laughs. “Yeah. It was a little dumb looking back at it. But you should have heard them, Belphie... There was no way I’d go without a fight, okay?”

Belphie smiles back. “If you wanted to prove yourself to me... There were other ways, you know?”

“Should we get Beel to help us set up the pillow fort?”

“Well, how else are you gonna heal? You can’t get better if you don’t rest with me.”

[whatiwillsay]

submission: we need to talk about ttb (spade-riddles)

Hey Cam. Seeing that ask defending TTB’s doxxing has sort of pushed me to finally share some of my story on Tumblr, I guess. I haven’t had the opportunity to talk about this to anyone fully, so this will probably be long, but I hope you don’t mind me venting.

I’m one of the people that got emailed by TTB. I don’t feel comfortable posting this off anon, but I was in a Discord server with you and @bisluthq and some other people back in Dec/Jan. I don’t know if you remember me, but my name on there was one word and began with an L and ended with an S.

I want to share the full story, but I also don’t feel comfortable with sharing certain details publicly because I’m still very wary of getting outed further by her if she sees this, so I’m gonna be vague about some things

Request to her followers — If you see this, please don’t send this to her. Like I’m genuinely asking you not to because I don’t trust her not to cross any more lines. My dad is a major homophobe with serious anger issues who has literally been arrested for violence before, and she doesn’t really think carefully or maybe even care about how any actions she takes could lead to people being harmed, so I’m not eager to see how she might react.

Anyway, I first got an email back in December, and I was really freaked out by it at first. I spoke to one of my mutuals about it, and although we both agreed it was super weird and invasive and creepy, we ended up trying to see the funny side of it. So, I kinda just brushed it off and moved on. I was mainly just really confused about why I had been targeted because at the time, I thought it was only me who’d gotten an email like that. I didn’t understand why she’d specifically targeted me instead of other people who she clearly disliked a lot more.

About a week later, I saw someone on Tumblr mentioning a strange email, and I realised other people must have gotten them too. I spoke to Nat about what happened to me and ended up in the Discord

At the time, I felt like I’d gotten off really easy comparatively to others because I initially didn’t realise that she’d contacted anyone else. And so I tried to act chill about it because I didn’t want to make things about me, but honestly, I was extremely anxious. I felt on edge for over a week. I would keep checking her blog again and again because I was super worried that she would post our personal details publicly. I scrolled through my entire blog from start to finish and deleted a lot of posts that were either personal or that I just didn’t want anyone I knew in real life to read.

This part I have to be vague about because it would basically give away who I am, but it was only a while later when I thought I was in the clear that someone I knew in real life texted me and mentioned seeing a weird email about me. The email had been sent a while back, and they’d been shown it by the original recipient/s. Multiple people had been shown it, but luckily (kinda), only two of those people were actually people I saw on a regular basis

I’m mostly closeted, but I’m kind of technically out to a few of my immediate family members. But it’s very much a DADT situation because they’re not accepting, and they like to just pretend I’m straight. And so I basically have to act closeted even when I’m around them, and I can’t even ALLUDE to being gay.

But with my dad, it’s different. He’s very homophobic. I’m only gonna mention this next part so that people understand what kind of dangerous situation that TTB could have put me in. (And the other people that she doxxed too because she didn’t know how safe their individual situations were). It’s all really personal, and I wouldn’t ordinarily feel comfortable sharing any of this at all, even anonymously, but I think it needs to be said because her actions were extremely fucking irresponsible.

Right, so when I first “came out” to my dad, it was actually an accident, and he reacted… extremely badly. This was back in like… 2018 or 2019, I can’t remember the exact year

(TW // physical abuse, homophobia)

He was extremely angry, literally shaking. He yelled at me, he described in graphic detail how he was going to “break every bone in my body”, “strangle the life out of me”, “drown me”, etc. He kept telling me that I’m disgusting and going to Hell, you get the idea. He was having a lot of fun with making strangling motions and stabbing motions with his hands, and he kept slamming his hand onto the table. That went on for about 15 minutes, and then he stood up and threw a chair from the dining table at me. That was fun lol. And he punched me in the head pretty hard which kinda knocked me back. I felt dizzy, I had to sit down on the floor. At that point, my mum who had been crying and asking him to stop physically intervened, and he ended up storming out of the house instead. My mum’s a genuinely good person btw. She’s a little homophobic, but she cares about me a lot, and I’m very grateful for her. She hates him too, but she’s kinda stuck with him… It wasn’t her fault

He literally hates gay people. He complains about us on the regular. One time, he threw the remote at the TV and cracked the screen just because there was a gay male couple kissing onscreen. Another time, he threw a rock at a gay man on the street. There was also a time where he forced a few of my siblings (who didn’t want to do it) to throw peeled oranges out of the window at people celebrating pride while he drove past them and yelled insults at them. He found that really funny. Anyway, I’m sure you guys get the idea of what kind of person he is

He hasn’t laid a hand on anybody in several months though, so I do think he’s trying to be better at least. Like he’s still verbally abusive and controlling and awful, but I appreciate that he’s at least making an effort to calm down with the hitting and kicking and stuff

Anyway, with my dad, it’s less DADT and more that I think he’s got it in his head that he managed to scare me into “seeing the error of my ways” and that I’ve “stopped choosing to be gay” and that I’m now straight. So, if it had been HIM who had gotten that email, it would’ve been like… extremely bad. Like I’m getting anxious just thinking about it. And this is why I’m so angry at TTB. It was extremely, extremely irresponsible of her to not consider these kinds of possibilities before she sent out her stupid emails. She’s supposed to be an ally, but it didn’t even cross her mind that these emails would lead to people being outed and possibly even harmed?? It’s not okay at all. I’m just very grateful that she didn’t send one to him because I don’t even know what kind of situation I would be in right now.

Anyway, enough about my fucking awful dad… I feel uncomfortable that I even typed all of that out, but I wanted people to understand how dangerous her actions could have been. Like I mean, my dad’s got PTSD and extreme anger issues from his teenage years, so I do try not to judge him TOO harshly, but there’s no excuse for being a huge bigot or occasionally violent. The idea of him being the one who got that email is still so scary to me. Like my heart is racing just thinking about it

One of the people that DID read the email was the male friend I mentioned earlier though. He was shown it by someone else for a particular reason, and he was a very important person to me. Like he was a good guy, we were close, he helped me out with certain personal issues I have and is one of only two people that I know in real life that I felt comfortable confiding in about them. We’d always meet up once a week, sometimes twice, and we’d just talk about stuff and make an effort to help each other out with things. Like he was very important to me.

It turns out that he’d looked through my blog before I’d got around to scrubbing it, and he asked me if I was gay in person the next time we met up. I couldn’t lie because like… he’d have known I was lying right to his face. So, I told him I was, and you should have seen his face. It made me feel so awful about myself. He looked really stunned and shocked and kinda uncomfortable. Like it got so awkward, and I started rambling and making things worse. He was avoiding eye contact, and my voice was shaking.

I ended up making up an excuse to leave about 5 mins later and had an actual anxiety attack. Again, this is embarrassing and something I’d never usually talk about online, but I just want to get it all off my chest so that I can move past it all.

So, I was like on the verge of tears (I don’t cry easily), I couldn’t breathe properly, I was pacing around the building, and I just wanted to escape, so I headed straight for the doors. There was a queue of about 100 people lined up and waiting to leave, and I couldn’t think straight or breathe and just needed to be outside, so I tried to go out through the other exit which is for staff only. The security guard stopped me and basically publicly humiliated me in front of all of those people. He loudly shamed me and said I “didn’t have any decency” for attempted to jump the queue, lectured me in this really condescending tone, and then sent me right to the back of that huge line. Meanwhile, I was literally in the midst of a bad anxiety attack.

And then I eventually got outside and had to call my mum to come and pick me up instead of just making my own way home like I usually do. She’s amazing though tbh because she actually came to get me and didn’t even question why. I had to skip all of my plans for the rest of the day and instead just hid upstairs in my bedroom with the lights off until the next day. I refused to tell any of my family members what had happened even though they kept asking. I just felt so, so awful, and my anxiety was through the roof

To be honest, before that happened, my mindset was like: “I mean, if I get outed, it obviously wouldn’t be good, but I think I’d be able to deal with it fine”. But then, when it actually happened, and I saw the way my close friend reacted, I had like a whole emotional breakdown lol. It’s like, you think you’d be fairly chill in a situation, but when it actually happens, your reaction can be really unpredictable. I was so embarrassed by everything about that entire incident. I didn’t even want to show my face the next day.

It’s been almost two months since that happened, and in that entire time, my friend has contacted me once. We literally used to meet up once or twice a week (and during lockdown, we’d do video calls or phone calls instead), but since then, we’ve barely even spoken. Things are just so awkward now. I know this sounds stupid, but I feel like TTB’s taken one of my best friends away from me. I don’t think he’s a homophobe or anything, he has openly gay friends and is fairly accepting, but I think it’s just the way that he found out that has just made things so weird between us now. I feel like if I’d had the chance to come out to him myself in my own way, he wouldn’t have reacted like that. But I’m gonna text him next week and see if we can maybe try to fix our friendship, but I doubt it at this point

The other people who were shown the email, I mostly just avoid. I don’t really care about them knowing that much because I wasn’t close to them, but it’s just really embarrassing knowing that they probably scrolled through my Tumblr blog before I scrubbed it

And about Tumblr… This used to be the only place that I could fully be myself. It was like a “safe space” for me which feels ironic now. But I haven’t been active on my blog since December. I still lurk occasionally, but I just don’t feel comfortable here anymore. I did consider deleting my current blog and starting afresh with a new one, but I don’t think it’d make much of a difference… Like she’s kind of ruined Tumblr for me. I do still enjoy reading people’s blogs every now and then, but I don’t feel relaxed here anymore, I just feel on edge.

It’s mainly the fact that SHE’S still here. She still has a platform, she still has a bunch of followers. It’s been so hard seeing her face next to no consequences whatsoever for the horrible things that she’s done to so many different people. And it upsets me that she hasn’t even acknowledged that what she did was wrong. Plus, it makes me feel even worse that the Hard Kay blogs and some other people are still supporting her and pretending that this whole thing just didn’t happen. Like do they just not care? Or is it that she’s twisted things and made them believe that the situation was different to what it actually was?

And tbh, this whole situation has even set me back in my own sort of personal self-acceptance journey. I had such bad internalised homophobia when I was younger, and it took me so many years to get to a place where I had mostly accepted myself. But now I just feel ashamed again, and I’ve gone back to my old habit of trying to force myself to be attracted to men. Like I downloaded Tinder the other day and set my preference to men and was swiping through profiles. It’s kinda silly actually. I did snap out of it and delete the app the next day though. But I don’t know, I feel like this whole thing has just kinda fucked with me a bit. I am trying to work this stuff out and get back to normal though. I think I’ll be good again in maybe a month or so, hopefully.

And… yeah. I just really resent her, and this situation upsets me. Because the reason she did this was so petty and ridiculous, and I guess she didn’t even realise how much it would impact people? Like I do know that my situation wasn’t as bad as some of the other people’s situations, and I feel really bad for them, and I hope they’re all doing okay. I can’t imagine what it must have been like for them. But it still has impacted me a lot more than I actually thought it would. I thought I’d get over it within a couple of weeks. But it’s been like two months, and I’m still not completely over it

I know it might not sound like a huge thing, but being outed really does affect you, even if it’s only to a few people. Because to me, I feel like I’ve had my sense of like, security and comfort taken away, and it’s kinda distressing. Sorry if I sound dramatic with any of this, I just really needed to say all of this stuff to other people besides myself lol

Like her actions have literally led to me being outed to a few people. A close friendship that I had has basically been ruined. I don’t feel comfortable or secure on Tumblr anymore, even though it used to be an important outlet for me. I’ve had a resurgence of anxiety about my sexuality. Etc.

And again, my dad is extremely homophobic and literally made death threats to me and physically attacked me back when I accidentally came out to him in 2018 or 2019. And if he had gotten that email, I don’t even know what would have happened. I don’t think he would have like… SERIOUSLY physically harmed me, but there would definitely have been a repeat of the first incident. More throwing chairs at me and hitting and screaming and death threats. I don’t really want to think about it.

It just bothers me that she didn’t even consider that? Like did it not even cross her mind? And my dad is bad, but I’m sure there are people in the fandom who have even worse parents, and she could have got one of those people instead. It’s just so… I don’t know, it’s just so frustrating to me.

Anyway, I just hate her for what she did… Like maybe I shouldn’t, but I really do resent her so much, and I don’t think I could forgive her even if she apologised to us all (which I don’t think she even would because she doesn’t seem to have any decency whatsoever). The least she could do is at least express some kind of remorse, but she just genuinely doesn’t care, and that’s super messed up. All over some stupid Tumblr blog that is much less important than she thinks it is.

But anyway… I apologise for the whole rant, and if anybody read all the way down to here, I appreciate it. I do actually feel a bit better now that I’ve got this all typed out. And I’m sorry for the oversharing lol, I usually don’t do this, but I just felt like I really needed to tell people and get it off my chest so that I can try to get over it — L

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ok L i am trying to remain calm here because this isn’t about me.  but i am very emotional right now.  i am so so so infinitely sorry that you had to go through this harrowing and terrifying experience.  ttb (now blogging under spade-riddles) is absolutely disgusting, lower than dirt, that she would put your life, safety, and well-being at risk over a fucking kaylor blog.

please please please im me or get in touch somehow because i want to offer you support.  have you been financially impacted by this?  we can raise money.  do you need therapy?  we can help you find the support you need.  this community is unequivocally here for you.  whatever you need, if it’s in my power to help you get it, i will.  you have my solemn promise on that.

i am so deeply and desperately sorry that you have gone through this.  i was shaking while reading your story.

i am in touch with other people and we are in discussion about the best way to let tumblr know what happened.  this will be a safe space for you (and all of us) again if it’s the last thing i do.  this community is 100% here for you in any way we can help, sending you all the support and love we have.

[gotham-rat]

man i feel so sad that i live in such a toxic environment bc my parents ain't shit and i am my Own Parent Figure now, but sometimes i just want parents that i can rely on and be comfortable around with? also bruce is may not be one of the best dads, but he sure as heck tries his hardest for his kids. is it ok if i request on headcanons of bruce being the a Good dad, but also having his share of mistakes acknowledging it and overall becoming a better father figure to his kids and person as well?

I am SO SORRY it took me sooo long to get to this, truly, but I took a little break and I’m back now. first of all, anon, I’m sorry about your situation, sometimes parents are Shit and that’s something no one deserves, but I’m here for you, and you will make it through this. <3 secondly, your wish is my command, and I’m here to deliver:

bruce wayne sweeping up young dick, turning around and using his entire body as a shield while glass rains down on them.

bruce wayne in the living room with alfred, quietly discussing bruce’s upbringing. bruce tells alfred he’s scared. scared he’ll mess up. alfred tells him that to be a father is to grown and learn with the child.

bruce wayne teaching jason how to drive, frequently doing the “mom seat belt” move and nervously holding onto the handle.

bruce wayne with cass’s tiny form sitting in his lap. she’s crying-something she doesn’t do often. but bruce knows his kids. and he knows she’d find the most comfort in quiet. so he just slowly strokes her hair, letting her cry against him, knowing she’ll talk when she’s ready.

bruce wayne taking bullets for his kids.

bruce wayne at a board meeting, realizing he’s been talking about tim’s accomplishments for the last half hour instead of the agenda. but he can’t stop, bc dammit these people need to understand how talented and amazing his son is! >:(

bruce wayne, awkwardly having a conversation with dick about relationships. bc even though it’s difficult and awkward for him, he’s a father, it’s his job to teach his kids, and at the end of the day he’s going to raise them well.

bruce wayne, sitting against steph’s door, which she had slammed shut on him earlier after a fight. she’s still in there, angrily talking to herself and blaring music, while bruce stays in the hallway. his throat hurts, he can feel a sob building up, he holds back tears. he just wants her to know he’s here for her.

bruce wayne with a paper crown on his head and fake sword in hand, bc damian wanted to play knights and kings. he knows dami grew up too fast, so he takes full advantage whenever damian shows the slightest interest in playing make-believe or doing kid related stuff. so bruce has been playing with him for about three hours, and hasn’t gotten tired of it yet. he’s grinning ear to ear as damian softly narrates his actions in a serious little voice.

bruce wayne understanding that jason reacts very badly to being yelled at, so he always makes sure to use his normal voice, or even a little quieter when he has to scold him. sometimes he wants to yell bc he’s angry, but he doesn’t. bc he understands.

bruce wayne is a good dad.

[kirieshhhka003]

heyoo! hope you are having a great day💕 i’d like to request hcs of the bucci gang (trish too if you don’t mind?) reacting to a new member desperate because they broke something, like they’re scared of them getting mad or something worse. Im sorry if this is kinda specifc, i haven’t had the best day but your writing always makes me better, ty💕💕

Sorry but I didn’t include Trish, I just hadn’t any ideas about what to write for her, sorry😢. Thank you for your support and request, my dear anon💚

Bucci gang x desperate S/o because they broke something

Bruno Buccellati

They fucked up, they fucked up very much. They crushed a car they were driving trying to escape from enemies following them. It wasn’t a big deal, Bruno with the newbie stole it from the parking, it was the first car they saw. The problem was that enemies were chasing them and Bruno was trying to distract them so S/o had a chance to get to the car and pick Buccellati up afterwards

But now, instead of saving a capo, they were trying to get out of the crushed car, strange smoke started to come out under the hood. S/o needed to find a new car, but how? Bruno was the one who started the engine in a crushed auto, they don’t know how to get a new car(so they simply stoped the first car passing by them and kicked a driver out of it🤷‍♀️)

When they finally arrived Bruno’s right side was injured, his jacket stained with blood. “What took you so long? Did you forgot where we left our car? And the fuck is that, is it another one? Where did you get the first one?” After explaining to him that they crushed their first auto and it took some time to find another one S/o were ready to hear indignations and swearings but instead Bruno chuckled and patted them on the shoulder. “Chill out, that’s okay. I’m not a good driver, so I can understand you. Everything is fine now so don’t think much about it”

Leone Abbacchio

It’s more likely S/o and Leone were on a mission together and during a fight with enemy they ripped his cloak. When Abbacchio noticed the damage on his clothing, knowing his short temper, he quickly got pissed by it

“Don’t you see what you’ve done? Gosh, pull your head out of ass a look at that. It’s ripped! This cloak was bespoken specially for me and now the only thing I can do with it is throw it away!”

But when he looked at their face and saw tears in their eyes he shut himself up. Was it too much for them?

“Oh gosh” he moaned wearily “Okay, there’s nothing we can do with that, I’ll just buy another one, so stop making that disgusting expression on your face and get in a car, we have a lot of work to do”

Guido Mista

The two of them were on a mission together and it was pretty cold so Mista gave them his jacket, so they won’t catch a cold

The next day S/o were ready to give jacket back to Guido but something caught their attention. The fabric on the elbow was ripped and stained with dirt and blood, they fell last night and didn’t even notice the damages on Mista’s garment

They felt guilty for spoiling Guido’s jacket that he kindly lended them. When they came to him and with wet eyes told him that they ripped his jacket Mista was taken aback. They are crying because of that? Really?

“Oh, c’mon, stop it right now. It’s not a big loss, I didn’t like that jacket anyways, so stop crying”

Narancia Ghirga

Firstly he didn’t understand what was wrong with them, they acted strange, but S/o on themselves are pretty eccentric person and Nara is very unobservant

When they started to ask him for forgiveness he was confused. What do they mean? Are there any enemies and they’re trying to notify him in that way that enemies won’t understand it?

When they told him that they accidentally broke his cd-player he was like “Wtf are you dumb? Why are you so nervous? Yeah, it’s a loss, but not a big one. So chill out and don’t bother about it. I thought that there are enemies nearby, you scared me!”

Pannacotta Fugo

The whole team was spending time at their favorite restaurant. Everyone was enjoying their food and company, Bruno and Leone were chatting about upcoming missions, Fugo was reading a new book, Giorno Mista and Narancia were talking about Snoop Dogg’s recent album

Nara was so emotional trying to express how excited he was about new music, he jabbed S/o’s side with his elbow trying to get their attention but he scared them instead. The tea that was in a cup they were holding spilled and some of it got right on Fugo’s book

The both Nara and S/o loose their shit when they saw a book pages soaked with sweet tea, knowing Fugo’s anger management issues. S/o started to apologize, they spoiled his book and of course Fugo had every right to be angry

But instead of shouting at them he just sighed irritably and said “Gosh, you guys are so fucking loud and annoying. Narancia, shut the hell up, nobody wants to hear your squeaky voice yelling about Snoop. And you, you spilled tea on my freaking book, and now it’s all wet and looks more like a rag. It’s a horrible day, I hate all of you so much”

(In less than 10 min he calmed down and started to argue with Nara about what song from the new album is better)

Giorno Giovanna

After a hard mission Giorno and S/o were having an ice cream. It was about 3 pm, they were tired and injured, their clothes were saturated with sweat and blood, it was weary hot and every breath was painful(mostly because of broken ribs)

So why weren’t they going home? Because this blonde brat wanted an ice cream. Giorno was driving a car and he really was going to ride S/o home but a sudden thought hit his pretty head and here they are, eating their ice cream at 3 pm all beaten up and tired

It was a middle of the summer, and even at night it was very hot and stuffy. Giorno was eating his dessert while telling S/o some teenage gibberish about video games and music and they were just sitting nex to him on the bench, almost sleeping, just nodding and yessing

S/o wanted to sleep so badly, they didn’t even notice that their ice cream melted and was dripping down their hand. “Ehhh, are you alright?” They opened their eyes and looked at Giorno, a funny confused expression on his face. Then they looked down and saw their melted ice cream dripping right on his leg

Yeah, his pants were dirty and stained with blood after a mission but now there is a sweet ice cream that is so hard to wash out. Giorno saw their worry and laughed quietly “Oh, don’t worry, there’s nothing to do with those pants. I ripped them, and I don’t think that I’ll be able to wash out all those blood stains. I’ll just buy another pants, how do you think, shouldi add some lace on the new pair or will it be too much?”

Masterlist | Smut Masterlist

[katsukikitten]

what about bakugou with an s/o that is a bad influence (she manipulates him, makes him mad/jealous for fun, says his friends talk badly about her even though they dont, etc) and his friends are having none of that so they talk with bakugou and make him realize what kind of person his s/o is

Heated

Anon I hope I wrote this to your liking enjoy!! Sorry it took forever

You dodge a searing punch from the ash blonde just in time to catch his wrist. Both of you are breathing heavily. Both of you fighting for over twenty minutes.

He wrenches free and both of you disengage for the time being.

"What's aaahhh wrong aaahhh Y/N?" Bakugou keeps his hot smug ass smirk despite having to pause to speak.

"Hhhhaaahh aahhh Nothing Suki. I think you can't handle all of this." You gesture to your body mockingly while his smirk goes wider. He rolls his shoulders before getting back into fighting stance.

"Looks to me like there isn't much to handle."

You lunge, ready to punch that smug ass look off of his face.

"BAKUGOU KATSUKI!" A shrill voice yells out and he looks away at the last second catching your fist with his strong jaw.

Oh here we go.

You topple on top of him, having expected him to be braced for the blow. His hands rest on your hips before another scream is let out. Bakugou's girlfriend stomps in her red bottom heels your way.

"What the hell are you doing with that slut? I told you not to hang out with her you stupid shit? AND NOW SHE'S SITTING ON YOU!!!"

Katsuki lifts you by your hips and places you on your feet as he stands.

"Does she ride your dick too?" She screams and you roll your eyes, "Or is that apart of your endurance training?!"

"Oh shut up. You know God Damn well Katsuki is too loyal to cheat on you." You roll your eyes again, nerves frayed at the end from her presence alone.

Bakugou cuts you a look as his girlfriend fumes.

"Babe. Enough."

"Enough? She just talks badly about you and tries to beat the shit out of you. She's trash. She makes everyone in the dorm turn against you. I should leave you for that cutie Deku." A blush settles over her boojee cheeks. Bakougu's fingers twitch with subtle pops.

"Hey I'm right here. If you have something to say then say it to my face." You snap, hating this vile woman that Bakugou has been dating the past three months or so. Sure she was hot as fuck, long hair, dressed nicely, gorgeous face and ass for days but damn.

She was just such a bitch. You grind your teeth, wishing you had been braver four months ago.

Bakugou again gives you a sharp look.

"Oi." But there is more to it. He wants you to stop because he knows she will get in your face and she WILL get her ass whooped.

At least that's what you tell yourself.

"Fine." You snarl, Bakugou says nothing and slips his hand to the small of her back.

"Have you been hanging around Kirishima too? He's a bad influence and *below* you. And stop talking to that ugly bitch, Y/LN. She clearly wants to take you away from me." She goes on even as he guides her away.

You thought that would be the last straw on the camels back, that he would break up with her after speaking so lowly over his two best friends.

But Monday morning proves other wise.

You enter class and spy Katsuki already sitting at his desk. Delight fills you when you see that stank ho Emi is no where in sight.

You thank Kamisama she is in a different class.

You assume your normal spot when she isn't there, hopping onto Katsuki's desk top, bitching about the paper that is due.

Bakugou says nothing as he glares up at you before he places his palm beneath the desk, settling off an explosion large enough to flip it. Your heart tears into pieces, hurt painting your features as the ejection from your seat goes in slow motion. Its inevitable, you're gonna land on your ass.

Strong arms catch you princess style and instinctively you wrap your arms around a thick neck.

"Bakugou..." Kirishima sounds disappointed as you cling to him, "She could have gotten hurt."

"She shouldn't have sat on my desk. She should've had her guard up. And why the fuck do you care what I do?" He growls as he flips his desk upright with his feet pressing against the back legs. Your eyes narrow to slits and for the first time in a long time your feel real rage burning in your stomach towards Bakugou.

But your rage does not burn as badly as the tears forming in your eyes. You know exactly why he is acting this way.

"Emi is such a bad influence on you Baka!" You yell, gripping into Kirishima to keep yourself in check, "We've been over this a thousand times. Please. Listen to us, she's making you a paranoid asshole!"

"Don't be so harsh about the seat, Katuski. Y/N is right. She's manipulating you for some reason. We're saying this as your friends." Eji says softly, still not putting you down onto your feet, which was probably for the best considering what comes out of Bakugou's mouth next.

"Neither of you are my friends so fuck off and die." His voice holds real disgust when he speaks and you hold your breath, counting down slowly to keep that temper of yours in check.

But that dumb ass method never worked.

Kirishima glances down at you and sees your reddening face. You try to push off of him harshly but he keeps his grip tight as he brings you to your seat in the back of the class room. Knowing full well what would happen if he put you down.

Someone was going to get a punch in the face. Whether it be Katsuki or Emi he wasn't sure.

"Thank you so much Izuku-kun for the training this past Sunday." Nails grate over a chalk board as Emi comes to view at the door, "Can we train again sometime soon?"

"Sure." Izuku replies, unkowningly digging his own grave.

Anger swells in your chest as quickly as Bakugou reacts. Practically jumping to the door and grabbing Deku by his shoulder.

"What kind of fucking training?" He clamps a live hand onto Deku's shoulder. Small explosions burst onto the emerald haired boy point blank. He hisses out a cry but knows better than to provoke an already enraged Kaachan.

"Oh babe don't be so dramatic. It was simple basic training. You know similar to what you so with that slut." She smiles her petty smile before adding, "Let's try for tomorrow Izuku-senpai!"

She hugs him full on even with Bakugou gripping onto his shoulder. She is sure to press her boobs against Deku's chest earning a full face of blush. Red lingers on his throat before she let's go not even a word of goodbye to her ACTUAL boyfriend.

You bite your tongue and remind yourself that he said the two of you weren't friends.

Days meld into weeks as Bakugou trains alone, relishing the solitude for the first week and a half. But one day he catches your laughter and when he sees you training with Kirishima he begins to watch daily.

Keeping an eye on the competition or so he says.

At first you two are all laughs lightly sparing and heavy on the cardio.

He knows you suck at cardio. He's been trying to build your endurance since the two of you met.

Don't get it fucking twisted, he wants to be number one.

Will be number one.

But he wouldn't mind you being a close second.

So to watch you having such a good time with his other "best friend", the very same best friend that came to rescue him during that league of villains arch.

The best friend who risked his life, teamed up with shitty Deku and held out his hand for him had his stomach twisting in knots.

Bakugou knew that Kirishima saw his heart, his true heart and that deep down he wasn't such a bad guy. He cared for his equals deeply and once Bakugou acknowledged that care he would do *anything* to keep them safe.

But did you know that?

I guess it didn't fucking matter. Bakugou was sure to fuck it up anyway.

Like he did all of his good relationships. I mean look at Deku...

Katsuki didn't know he was going to manage to really fuck this one up especially not the very next day.

"I'm serious babe. She's spreading rumors that I'm sleeping with everyone in my class. You know I would never." Emi cries, literal tears flooding down her cheeks. Even managing to hiccup at the end. Katsuki feels torn he knew you could be petty but this low?

He looks down at his red faced girl friend and wonders for a fraction of a second.

Could someone fake cry this well?

He thought not, so he stomps to his class room during this break to confront you.

Since Bakugou's last comment you had wiped him from existence.

At least that's what you tell yourself. Careful to avoid him during class and free time. Trying and failing as Aizawa shamelessly pairs the two of you together often.

So break is your only time for peace considering Bakugou always goes to her classroom.

Confusion twists your features as you see a fuming ash blonde making his way to you.

You bite your lip to keep from lashing our and look away, giving Kirishima your full attention once more as he asks for your advice on Mina.

Bakugou doesn't care that he is interrupting as he slams popping palms onto your desk, the wood beneath charrs with snaking black fissures.

"Are you talking about my girl Y/N?" He snarls, eyes narrowed in on you.

At first you're taken aback in disbelief?

Where in the fuck would he get that idea?

And why the fuck would he believe that *you* would shit talk Emi behind her face?

Because you were brave enough to say it to her fucking face.

The very same face who stands in the hall peeking in, mascara running but her lips reflect something else.

A smile pulls at her lipstick coated mouth, twisting it upward with malice.

The dots connect themselves, glaring her down before you meet the heated gaze of your *former* best friend.

"Ah no Suki, I don't speak her name because I don't like the taste of *shit* in my mouth." You say calmly, even leaning away from him. Hands resting behind your head. Angry pops echo around the room before he shoves the desk into your unguarded gut.

"Cut the shit smart ass!" He snarls, looking down his nose as if you were the garbage that stood gazing into the classroom. Watching what her web of lies has spun.

You see red and like a bull you charge.

"You want ME to cut the shit? But your girlfriend with her half ass head game is perfectly fine to manipulate you and spread lies?" You stand, slamming your hands against the desk, splitting it in two.

He grabs onto your collar, pulling you past the fallen desk.

"You're pushing it, Y/N." His free hand pops in warning and you snarl.

"Good. That's exactly what I want to do." You hiss and he shoves you away, slamming you into the cinderblock wall behind you

"Guys." Deku and Kirishima say in two different tones, "Let's calm down."

"CALM DOWN?" You yell, slamming your fist into the wall behind you. A hole crumbs and the kids in the back of class 1B peek through the three foot tall and two foot wide hole.

"THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS CALM NOW!" Air whips around you as your power swirls in the small class room.

The special thing about your quirk was the angrier you were the stronger and faster you got.

The only down fall after your heart rate reaches a certain rate it will take hours for you to think logically.

"Oh shit!" One of them exclaims as you lunge fist reared for contact, Bakugou side steps at the last second, letting a large point blank explosion to erupt near your face.

When the smoke clears red eyes are met with glittering dangerous eyes. He smirks, he should have know that blast wouldn't have knocked *you* out.

Fists are exchanged and blocked by both parties. One fueled with pure rage while the other is backed by heated blasts. The ash blondes forearms are starting to turn into a sickening blackish blue but his snarl never wavers.

Both of you slide back a few feet, huffing hot breath.

"Azaiwa Sensei is going to be here soon!!" Kirishima shouts, "Bakugou you can't afford another demerit!"

His voice goes unnoticed by both parties as you both lunge.

Kirishima sees what Bakugou does not, you've been storing some of your rage, a lot of it for Katsuki himself, and you're about to unleash it in a deadly final blow.

Ejirou rushes, hardening his skin to its highest level as he steps in front of Bakugou, forearms crossed and braced for impact.

Your fist finds rock hard flesh, knuckles sliced before you push harder growling aloud as you do.

Harden skin chips before a sickening crack rings out, causing Kirishima's left arm to go slack as both the red head and the hot head slam hard into the chalk board, almost busting though the wall.

At this point you don't know when to stop, the blood dripping from Kirishima does not put a falter in your step as you jump fist raised again.

Aizawa enters the room at the right time, activating his quirk but it cannot dissipate the rage that you feel.

Hot tears well in your eyes as you continue to beat your fists against jagged skin.

Shredding your hands against the sharp rocky flesh.

"Fuck you Bakugou. Fuck you. You're so God damn blind!" A raw scream escapes your throat but still you take it out on Kirishima, "She's laughing even now! You're nothing but a hot toy to her!"

Two sets of red eyes look at you with hurt, one more so than the other before they glance at Emi.

Who struggles to switch her facial expression from delight to shock.

Scarlet eyes narrow with new found rage.

"Y/LN!" Aizawa says darkly, sending out his scarf to pull you from Kirishima as if you were a rabid dog, when he pulls you to him he clamps a strong hand on the back of your neck.

"I think you need to be in isolation for a few." He squeezes the colum of your neck and you snarl, still ready to fight, '

"Kirishima, Bakugou, meet me in my office in ten.

It had been a long time since you've been put in the isolation chamber but somethings never change as the same person that pushed your temper enough to send you there the first time is the cause of it again almost two years later.

They will keep you quirkless until your heart rate has significantly lowered.

Emi stands petrified, not only from your power but from you calling her out. Kirishima passes her with out a second glance but Bakugou stops, eyes averted.

"Bakugou, Baby I can explain. Sh..she's jealous.." She stammers reaching for him but he shoots a deadly glare to her. She physically shrinks back, taking a small step as if his gaze was smoldering up close.

After a moment he speaks in a tone much darker than you've ever heard, pops echoing down the hall carrying the venom of his tone along with it.

"Hope this is what you wanted. Fuck you we're over."

[hyphypmic]

Samatoki: Jealous

Anon asked: imagine with samatoki and an s/o who got jealous and started an argument because she saw samatoki with a really clingy yakuza underling (like the underling was hugging samatoki's arm and trying to get his attention really badly etc.) while she was out shopping by herself and decided to confront him about it please!!!!! i love your blog btw 💕💕

Sure!!! I love you more though!!! And I hope you like this ahhhhh

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When Samatoki walked into your apartment, keys in his pocket, he was sure he was in deep shit.

Thing was, you saw him while you were out shopping with some underling clinging unto him like they were the ones that were together and not you and him.

The motherfucking cretin that deserves to go to hell was also trying to grab Samatoki’s attention by gripping his biceps, tugging his hand and pouting. You didn’t stick around that long though, just enough to see Samatoki turn his head after the 100th attempt to nab his attention.

“Babe?” He asked nervously, approaching you.

“Don’t babe me.” You snapped back. To his credit, he didn’t flinch that much, but you saw the surprise in his eyes.

Samatoki had a legendary temper, but he rarely took it out on you, so right now he was just pretty confused (but then again, you and him communicated in yelling sometimes). “What?”

“Care to explain…” You blew air out of your nose, and part of Samatoki’s mind thought that you looked like an angry dragon. “Care to explain why one of your underlings was clinging to you like a leech?”

You said it with such ferocity, Samatoki actually flinched. Then he proceeded to rub the back of neck. “Ah well…”

“Well what?”

“That was Hikaru.” He sighed. “She always loves to cling to me, trying to get a higher position.” He then narrowed his eyes. “Why? When did you see us?”

“Oh sorry,” your jealousy starting to get the best of you, with it being pent up for the longest time, “was I interrupting something private?”

Samatoki growled a little, the conversation not going the way he wanted it to. “Listen here-“ He clenched his fist and took a breath, forcing himself to calm down. “There’s no reason for you to be jealous-“

“Who said I was jealous?” You shot back.

Samatoki raised a brow and scoffed. “Oh, maybe it’s the way you’re so fucking pissed that you saw Hika with me-“

“It’s Hika now?”

“All of my people have fucking nicknames!” He growled out. “What do you want then?!”

“For that bitch not to cling to you! You don’t let any of your people do that to you! In public no less! You’re supposed to be the fucking boss that no one can suck up to!”

Samatoki took steps towards you, but you didn’t back away, unlike the first time you and him had a fight. You knew he wasn’t going to hit you, but he just needed to get in your face. “That’s what I would want too!” He wrinkled his nose. “She’s compromising how I look like. Everyone knows she’s my fucking minion or whatever, and seeing her like that…”

He ran a hand through his hair. “Allowing myself to have an underling cling to me that way! I mean, I wouldn’t hurt her physically, and everyone is a family back in the warehouse or something like that, but when other people see that kind of clingy…” He groaned. “If anything! If she wasn’t useful I would have gotten rid of her a long time ago.” He snorted, his tone calmer but with a little edge to it. “She can slip into places- Oh come on don’t give me that look you know what I mean!”

You narrowed your eyes, your arms still crossed on your chest. You weren’t mad anymore, but you weren’t also going to let him off the hook that easily. “You swear.”

Samatoki nodded. “I swear!”

You sighed, relaxing a bit. “Well.”

Samatoki then put an arm on your shoulder. “You do know no one can replace you. You know that right?”

You paused. “I hope so.”

“It’s true. My people aren’t you.” He snorted. “I’m still sorry though for Hikaru.” He then smirked as if he got an idea “Actually, maybe you can help to get her stop. Because honestly, no matter how many times I tell her I’m taken, she still tries to proposition me-“

“WHAT?!”

Samatoki sputtered. “Uh, wrong thing to say.” He raised his hands up in surrender. “I swear! Nothing happened!” You let him pull you closer to him. “Please, baby I promise.”

You looked up at him. “Hmm. What’s the plan you have?”

Samatoki looked at you and then kissed you on the forehead. “Am I allowed to have you come to the warehouse and make you be your badass self?”

You paused. “Can I sit on your lap?”

He chuckled and pulled you closer. “Just what I was thinking. Perfect, sexy badassery.” He looked at your eyes. “We okay now?”

You let out a breath, the negative feelings going out with it. “Yeah.” You kissed him softly. “Sorry for reacting that way.”

“It’s okay.” He said. “I would be plenty jealous too.”

And the two of you hugged it out, but part of you was still excited to show that bitch just who belonged to Samatoki.

[theeeveetamer]

If you want some angsty teen pregnancy dimidue headcanons, I am happy to deliver. So dimidue start dating and fooling around in high school and they're being perfectly safe but theyre horny teenagers and mistakes happen and eventually Dimitri gets pregnant. He's super sick for couple weeks and has no idea why and its probably Sylvain that tosses out the idea that he might be pregnant as a joke and Dimitri immediately goes to buy like ten pregnancy tests. All of them come back positive 1

Once the shock wears off, DIma's first reaction is glee because lets be honest here, he sorta seems like the sorta guy to always have been a little baby crazy. He immediately calls Dedue to tell him and he's just so excited about this, literally hasn't thought about any of the logistics he's so swept up with the joy of becoming a mom. Dedue, however, immediately starts thinking of the logistics and is silently panicking as his bf gushes to him over the phone 2

Dedue's a foster kid and still in school and has no money and his bf's pregnant with his baby and he has no way to provide for either of them. Hell he barely knows what hes doing half the time, he has no idea how to take care of a child. He's seriously freaking out about this but doesn't know how to tell Dima with how excited he is about having a kid. So he keeps quiet about it. Eventually they go tell Rodrigue b/c its not like they cant tell him and Dima's so optimistic and Dedue feels sick 3

Rodrigue reacts pretty badly to the news for a lot of reasons, the kids are still in school, this is horribly irresponsible of them, have they even considered what they're going to do with a baby. Pretty much echoing all of Dedue's thoughts. It doesn't help that Dima has his whole sugar daddy routine and this just makes it look like Dedue is a gold digger trying to lock Dima and his fortune down. And for some extra angst, Rodrigue feels like history is repeating itself 4

See, if Lambert had Dima as a drunken teenage mistake baby and Rodrigue is the father and Dima and Fe are the same age, that sorta implies that Rod was prob already married and had Glenn when he slept with and got his drunk underage friend pregnant. Rod probably chose to stick with his wife especially since neither of them were really sure if the kid was even his and left Lambert to raise Dima on his own and Rodrigue is so scared that might happen to Dima too. 5

Anyway, Rodrigue and Dima get in a huge fight while Dedue just sort of sits in the background and tries not to have a breakdown. If Felix is home, he probably gets drawn in by the yelling and joins the fray just yelling at both of them, Dima for being so irresponsible and Rodrigue for being a dick. It probably ends with Dima storming out with Dedue and just goes to crash on one of the other blue lions couches, prob Sylvain because his parents don't pay attention to him or his life at all 6

Okay I lost my phone and looked away from Tumblr for like thirty minutes and when I flipped back I legit thought it was broken... But no I actually got six asks lmao. How exciting! Tbh sometimes I wonder if I should just outsource all of my fic idea brainstorming to Tumblr anons.

First off, love the description of Dimitri as baby crazy. He’s already talking about Rodrigue’s spare bedroom and how they could convert it into a nursery for the little one. Which colors they should paint it? Should they wait to discover the sex to decide? Can he still do blue if it’s a girl? Because he’s had paint swatches picked out for like two years now... Oh and won’t it be so lovely? Dedue can come and live with them full time, and they can get married and sleep in the same bed...

Meanwhile Dedue is internally freaking the fuck out. Like. How the fuck can you be thinking about paint swatches and and nursery themes you’re growing a fucking human and we’re seventeen wtf Dima?! But he really doesn’t want to be the one to suggest that maaaaaaybe it would be best if they terminated and waited a few years. Just imagining the kicked puppy look on Dimitri’s face is enough to stall him from that before he even opens his mouth. I think Dedue basically talks himself into being okay with this... He has always wanted a family with Dimitri so it’s really just coming earlier than expected, right?

And then they talk to Rodrigue. He can immediately tell it’s not going to go well for him. Within minutes Dimitri is crying and he’s doing his best to try and diffuse the situation, but Rodrigue kicks Dedue out because he’s just so pissed about this dude rolling up and getting his “adopted” son pregnant.

Dedue probably doesn’t hear from him for a couple of hours and he starts getting really worried, but then later that night Dimitri calls him to video chat because he’s hormonal and upset and angry and he really misses his boyfriend. Dedue picks it up and he can just tell, even in the dark with half of Dimitri’s face buried in his pillow, that he’s been crying a lot. It just breaks his heart because he was just so happy and optimistic about the whole thing a few hours ago.

Then he tells Dedue through tears that Rodrigue wants him to abort because having a baby with “the wrong man” could ruin his life. They don’t know is just as much a self loathing jab at himself as it is an insult to Dedue. So Dimitri asks Dedue what he wants to do (all while profusely apologizing for not asking sooner... He just didn’t think about how Dedue would feel in all of his excitement). If he wants to wait a few years then they can do that, and Dimitri will get rid of it no hard feelings.

Dedue, man... He just looks at his boyfriend’s tear streaked face and he can’t tell him to get rid of it. They’ll figure it out somehow.

Also I did not consider Glenn when suggesting Dima as a drunken teenage mistake baby NGL. But that adds about fifteen layers of implication that both intrigues me and makes me viscerally uncomfortable. Maybe Dimitri can be a drunken Frat Party mistake instead (and Rodrigue got his girlfriend-now-wife pregnant with Glenn when they were pretty young).

Also yes, you’re completely right about Sylvain’s parents. Dedue stays there for like two weeks while they wait for Rodrigue to come around and Mommy and Daddy Gautier don’t even notice that the weird, quiet, tall kid their son occasionally hangs out with has been basically living in their home. Dedue got kicked out of his foster-parent’s place because he’s eighteen and he was staying with Dimitri up until this, so he kind of didn’t have anywhere else to go.

[idontworkforsega]

*drum rolls Presenting another list of cutegirlmayra’s amazing work! TA~DAH!!

“Boom!Sonamy: I need more jealous/concerned sonic please. Whatcha got miss?” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons” | “Ok, I got an idea! A Sonic Boom Prompt (doesn’t have to be necessarily sonamy-ish) where the gang go on a death defying mission! Like chock full of action! I’d be interested to see how you’d do this :)” | “I was thinking of a prompt that there is going to be a half hour special of Sonic Boom that features time travel where Eggman sends Sonic to the future and he meets the older version of the team, but they’re angry at him thinking he abandoned them! What do you think Mayra?? :3” | “Anymore Sonamy Sonic Boom headcanons?” | “Hiya~ it’s Alii. I got a prompt for ya! I was reading the other prompt that you wrote for an anon, and it definitely got me thinking: What were to happen if Sonic and Amy were official, but had to keep it hidden? I’m picturing them stumbling to do so, especially Amy. Try to keep them as canon as possible, which I know is hard, but it can be done!! Also, if you could, I would love to see how suspicious Tails gets. He’d probably pick up on Sonic’s change of behaviour? aa thank you!! xx” | “Ok this is just a Sonic Boom! Prompt, and you don’t have to do it if you don’t have time. Anyway, one of my major Sonic Boom headcanons for me is that all the team have mysterious pasts. So this would take place when they’re on their way to find Lyric and they find an old wise man in a temple they fall into. The man tells them they need to know their pasts in order to be a good team, so he uses his magic to help them see eachothers memories. I hope you get really detailed, but anything is great!” | “How about just headcanons for Knuckles (as in character development-ish)” | “Can you do a boom!prompt telling the story of when the gang met sonic for the first time? And possibly add some sonamy? Like what they first thought of him. (I’m sorry if this doesn’t make sense xD) Thanks!” | “Mission Prompt for Sonamy” | “If you still are doing the meme prompt, can be the letter I with Sonamy? 👉👈” | “Hey, if you wouldn’t mind, could you do something with Sly/Carmelita with F from the second prompt meme? That would be amazing!” | “Mission: Prompt 4” | “Mission: Prompt” | “Oh oh oh! Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where amy is totally stressed out bout stuff and almot pulling her hair out (not literally lol) and so sonic takes her out for a night on the town! If you please, :)” | “OKAYOKAYOKAY SO I SAW THE THING ABOUT HOW THE SONIC BOOM GANG WERE THE ORIGINAL ANCIENTS AND I TOTALLY FLIPPED COULD YOU DO A BOOM!SONAMY PROMPT BUT INSTEAD OF SONIC AND AMY YOU COULD WRITE ABOUT THE ANCIENT AMY AND ANCIENT SONIC AND THEIR STORY?? I AM SORRY BECAUSE YOU PROBABLY NEED MORE INFO TO WRITE ABOUT THAT BUT YOU COULD MAKE IT UP FOR ALL I CARE IM SORRY IM YELLING I JUST LOVE THIS IDEA (okay I’m calm now)” | “@elyzahere My internet isn’t letting me ask you this, so I’ll have to write it out here. Hope you don’t mind. ^,^’” | “Pssst, can you whip up a little modern!sonamy for me? I’ll leave the story or mood or Anything to whatever ya like, really! :D” | “Ok! A Sonic Boom Prompt where the gang is after a fox girl villain (who just so happens to be really pretty) who holds the last crystal fragment in her clutches. After drawing straws, Sonic is forced to flirt with her. That way, Amy, who has the best sneaking skills, would be able to take back the crystal piece. Amy hears them flirting and thinks Sonic is being serious and gets her heart broken…you do the rest!” | “Boom!sonamy prompt: Sonic and Amy have a flirting competition while no one is around XD” | “OMG THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR DOING THE SLY COOPER AU!!! I actually loved, could you do another boom! sonamy sly cooper au? If you want, you don’t have to. But yeah, thanks!!! <3” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt where sonic gets really beaten badly and amy is healing him? (cough cough beauty and the beast reference coughcough) And make it really fluffy! Feels galore if the missus don’t mind ;D Thanks dear!” | “have you got any lifestyle headcanons for the main sonic cast? like, a routine they always do, something they can’t stand, a particular belief they hold? this is just for any characters you like/ make headcanons about :P not really a prompt, just wondering :)” | “hey, a bit out of your norm, but could you please write something for the chaotix? headcanon, theories, anything like that? thanks very much, lovely :)” | “Here’s a prompt : Sonic Boom : Sonic and Amy are forced to share a room (or more importantly, a bed) after the team finds a village, can you write something about how they would react to that, and how they would make it work? That would be interesting!! (and evil >:D ) KAY BYE!!!” | “I would lile some cute fluff boom!sonamy, please! Whether it be flirting, singing, dancing, cuddling, anything!! Thank you, dear!” | “Okay, okay, I’m done messing with you~ Here’s a CANON prompt! (Modern) Sonic gets blasted by a laser that took his speed away! Now, he was to walk around like a normal person until Tails finds a way to fix him. WHAT WILL HE DO?!? (Just a little funny thingy)” | “Hey can I as for a special request..? Uhm, I know we all love sonamy ,everyone’s otp as well as mine and I really do love your cute stories but uh…I’m trying to get over someone and I was wondering if you could maybe make a story where Amy moves on..? Or where they except that they can’t be together and that’s it’s okay. I know it’s not very modern but maybe boom..? You don’t have to but I hold her dear to me and wonder how she would handle a break up/ getting over someone…” | “Prompt maybe: After a lot of arguing in the gang, the group decides to sit down and say nice things about each other (most of which are really corny) and then sonic and Amy’s turn gets quite cute and yea… :)” | “How about this for a prompt: Sticks sees this new guy in the village and likes him. Only problem is, SHE’S TOTALLY FREAKING OUT CAUSE SHE LIKES SOMEONE, THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED BEFORE, SHE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO, and is generally freaked out (like her reaction to most things). So she tells Amy who tries to help. Take it away~” | “Heya! Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt that can be anything you want but on one condition: you have to include these three objects/things, in no particular order: 1. Enerbeams 2. Stars 3. A Distraction.” | “Prompt!(BOOM) (Since Amy is keeping this a secret, I decided to go that route) Sonic walks into Amy’s room to get some old books she asked for, when he stumbles upon a drawer full of love notes, poems even photos with red hearts drawn with marker around his face!! Of course, being the nosy hedgehog he is, he decides to read them all!! What will happen when Amy finds out? WILL she find out? How would Sonic react? What will be the concequences? MWAHAHAHA!” | “Prompt! Or two prompts! PLEASE! ANYTHING! MY SONAMY FIRE HAS BEEN REKINDLEDDDD😍😍” | “can you do a boom prompt about something in the 1920’s? like a detective thing? Sonic as the detective, amy as his client, knuckles and tails as the assistants? (and could you somehow add a hint of sonamy?) Idk thought it would be interesting. I’m sorry if this is weird XD” | “September cold: can you cheer me up? wildcard for sonic headcanons, whatever is on your beautiful mind :) thanks xxx” | “"strong amy” for her birthday? yes please! boom prompt maybe? however you want it…“ | "Can you do a boom sonamy prompt where sonic calls amy beautiful? Like he just says it and she freezes and is like "Wait what?”“ | "boom!sonamy prompt: Amy and sonic just being awkward around eachother, like their hands touch or something and they flip out? Just awkward and embarassing fluff!! Thaaaaank you!” | “Could you do a Sonamy Boom Prompt where Sonic and Amy are in a duo mission when after slightly flirting with each other, Sonics enerbeam goes hay wire! It ends up wrapping around them, forcing them to be quickly pushed together and they accidentally kiss….? (And try to mention somehow that enerbeam is controlled by actions from innermost thoughts or heart, so subconsciously, whether he knew it or not, Sonic wanted to give her a hug.😋) …did that make any sense at all?” | “Boom!Prompt, Knuckles’ backstory, where he use to be really small,and everyone kept calling him weak,then he decided to train himself,to become stronger and bigger.” | “Prompt! :(Modern) Sonic was running around at night when he noticed Amy sitting on a cliff, watching the stars. He gets confused, and nervously walks up to her. Turns out, she okay, and they end up just having a cute little conversation while laying rather close to one another (But not too close, according to Sonic XD), watching the stars! :D OOH! I just thought of something, PUT A SHOOTING STAR IN THERE TOO!X3 (P.S:Just so you know, not all of my prompts are for advice, I LOVE to read them!!:D)” | “Prompt :(Boom) While fighting Eggman, Knuckles gets separated from the team. As he finds his way home, he encounters a cute, young, and loud girl who claims that she’s lost her family. Being the hero he is, he agrees to help her. But, she’s a pest. She keeps setting off traps and gets into in danger, and she won’t shut up! Knuckles get’s irritated and yells at her. As the little girl ran off, he tried not to think about her safety, but, is Knuckles really a tough guy on the inside? Hint: NOPE!” | “Hmmm… Not sure if I want it a sonic and tails or Sonamy headcannon. But it’s where either sonic tries to ask tails about his "funny feelings” for Amy, trying to make sense of it, or just asking plain advise. OR tails finding out and confronting sonic about it (add some humor too? :D)“ | "Boom!Sonamy Headcanons (Cause they popped up in my head lol XD)” | “You may have already answered this, but what kind (if any) Sonamy moments do you think will be in Sonic Boom?” | “More Sonic boom headcannons please?” | “do you have any bonding headcanons for Knuckles and Amy in Boom? :)” | “Do you have any more Boom!Shadow headcannons?” | “Wait, question! For headcanon 49, what is Amy’s backstory?” | “So I heard that Shadow is confirmed to be in the Sonic!boom world. Got any headcannons between him and the gang?” | “Wait, you ship Tails and Sticks, right? I think you’re the one who got me shipping them :’D do you have any more headcanons about them? Because they’re ADORABLE.” | “Can you do a boom!sonamy prompt about sonic and amy raising a child? I don’t think you have done this before, have you?”

And while I was rechecking a few prompts on your blog…boy, I found the gold mine!! But I’m not sure if I already found some of them before and included it on the previous list I sent to you, and there are a few more lying around here that I am not so sure if I already submitted on the previous list…Can you please send the list back to me? Is that even possible?

If so, THANK YOU! ~ <3

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Once again, thank you for this post! But like previously stated with (x) <-- your other list, it’s a little difficult to know which ones I’ve found and which ones I haven’t.

If anyone could let me know if I haven’t reblogged any of these, me and Cutegirlmayra would be very much obliged!

Thank you once more for your contribution in saving many of @cutegirlmayra​’s amazing works! Continue to help the cause! We all want to be able to read her stuff in an easier way!

[nighttime-bees]

I’ve been thinking about this a lot over the past few weeks, and talking to a few other fandom friends about it, and I feel like I should say something. A little while ago there was a kerfuffle in a fandom I was apart of that ended up with a series of anons sending messages to different people in the fandom and stirring up drama (as anons are wont to do).

What I realized, after thinking about it for awhile, is that the issue they brought up wasn’t an invalid one, it was just expressed badly. Fandoms do tend to develop hive mind defensive cultures, used to fighting “shipping wars” and vying for attention from creators. I think there is a greater need to be critical in fandom and aware of behaviors and attitudes that we generate. Veneration, especially of celebrities, is a tricky business and not exactly the most positive thing out there. That doesn’t mean I want to discourage people from loving things – if you love a celebrity and what they do brings you joy, then continue loving and supporting them – but it isn’t a bad idea to question ones’ actions every once in awhile. People aren’t gods and you can never really know their true intentions. So veneration and assuming that they can do no wrong is a problem. That doesn’t mean we should attack them or criticize them (or cancel them, as people love to do nowadays), but occasionally take a step back and think about what they’re doing and how we’re reacting to it. That doesn’t mean don’t support them, it just means take a second to think and maybe tone things down if you’re out of hand. Similarly, as fans, we also shouldn’t act entitled and assume that the celebrities, writers, actors, etc. that we love owe us anything. I think, generally, everyone could benefit from taking a second to cool down and really think about how they’re interacting with the things/people they like.

Fandom needs better ways to positively communicate and introduce critical thinking into the way it functions. I don’t think tumblr or twitter are the best platforms for that kind of communication, but that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to create more positive interactions. We need to stop this habit of going on anon to call people out, because doesn’t fuel discussion. How can I take a comment seriously if the person talking is too cowardly to show themselves? How can people discuss anything if one of the participants is shouting at the other from a dark corner and refusing to show their face? If I talk to that person, all I’d be doing is potentially shouting into the voice that I’m being yelled at from. If we want to actually encourage critical thinking, and maybe point out something questionable and create a discussion, we need to go into detail about our train of thought and not attack the people we’re talking to. Don’t shout someone down, but actually try to engage with them and present your point of view. If you’re calm about it, people are less likely to act defensive and actually take a second to think before responding.

A few weeks ago, someone came into my inbox with, what I thought at the time, was a stupid comment. If they had maybe explained their thinking a little bit more, and not gone on to be dismissive of something/some people that I liked, I may have taken a second to properly talk about it. Instead, I got angry and refused to act anything but defensive until other people, who weren’t talking to me anonymous and who I could actually discuss things with, make some valid points.

As fandom communities, we need to do better. We need to actually want to talk things out and encourage a healthy back-and-forth. I get that people aren’t always going to be reasonable, and some people aren’t going to bother being critical, but if we want to foster a good community that’s what we need to do.

For the TL;DR – a) be willing to listen to each other and properly think out things without jumping on the defensive (also, check out to see if someone posting a follow-up to their previous comments, because, surprise-surprise, people can change their minds after writing something).

                               b) Stop this anon call-out BS. If you want to actually change peoples’ behavior or encourage them to think about something differently, you’re not going to be able to do it anonymously. All you’re doing is starting an argument and getting that person on the defensive. They don’t know you and they don’t know what your intentions are, so don’t think writing a line or two criticizing a way they handle fandom is going to get anywhere.

Damn, the TL;DR ended up being long too. Of well, I just hope that this gets people to think a little bit more about what they do online and try to be more honest with their engagement. I love being in a fandom, but sometimes I can’t handle fan behavior and fans inability to actually talk constructively and critically about things. 

I hope, at least for some communities, that changes.

[heroic-imagining]

Can I have a scenario for how bakugo would react to funding out people are bullying her at her work? like she doesn't tell anyone about it in fear of getting in trouble? And he only finds out by walking in and seeing/hearing it happen? (If you don't feel comfortable doing this then you don't have to! Thank you your writing is amazing~!!!)

Thank you so much anon! I hope you like this scenario ~

Bakugou didn’t normally go to his partners workplace, but because today, their lunch breaks coincided he decided to do something vaguely romantic and go to her office and take her out to lunch briefly in their break. Her office building wasn’t far from his, so he figured it would be a quick trip their and then they’d go to one of the local cafes. He opened the door to the office building to the sound of raised voices. 

He saw his partner sitting at her desk, paperwork in large piles by her computer, spilling onto her lap. She looked scared - her hair was pulled back messily, an expression of fear scrawled over her pretty features. A large, slightly overweight man who mustve been near 40 was leaning over her, his face red and one hand pressed hard on her desk. He was yelling at her, calling her a useless woman. Bakugou didn’t need to hear any more. 

“Oi, step the fuck away from my girlfriend, you bastard.” He spat, striding over without a flicker of doubt. He stood by his girlfriend, hands smoking slightly. The man stood back, his hands behind his back now, face going from red to a greyish pink. 

Bakugou growled, ready to yell when he felt his parters cold hand gently rest on his wrist. “Katsuki, don’t worry.” 

“No, I fucking will worry! (y/n), you’re coming with me.” His face was a mask of rage, but also confusion as he locked his hand in hers and the two walked out of the building. He was silent until they reached a nearby cafe and sat, still holding her hands in his. “Are you going to explain what the shitshow was?” He said finally, after trying to calm himself the whole walk to the cafe. 

“It was nothing … serious. He was just telling me to do my job better.” She trailed off, eyes not meeting his but her cold hands tightly squeezing his. “He does it a lot, and no one tells him he’s wrong so I must be doing something awfully badly.” 

“You spend hours in that shitty building! You work over time there, for shits sake! Unpaid overtime!” He felt guilt broiling in his gut. His girlfriend was working in a place where people yelled at her and no one defended her and he’d never even noticed it!

“They make me do the work they don’t want to do, or tell me to do more because what I’m doing isnt good enough. I work over time because I’m scared that if I don’t, they’ll fire me.” She confessed, meeting his burning red gaze finally, her eyebrows creased. He felt awful, features softening from scalding hatred to angry concern. 

“Thats it. You’re not working in that place any more. I’m not having you work in a place where idiots work you to the bone!” He paused, moving so he was sitting next to her in the booth. “You’re fucking incredible, goddamnit. They don’t deserve you.” Although he wasn’t big on PDA, right now he didn’t care, pulling her close to his chest and letting her nestle into his neck slightly. 

“I love you, Katsuki. I should’ve told you earlier, and I’m sorry, I swear I didn’t want to keep secrets from you.” The blonde stiffened. 

“You were scared, and I didn’t see. I’m the one who fucked up, not you.” He rubbed his hand gently over her arm, pulling her closer, whispering into her hair. “I’m sorry, (y/n). I love you, too.” 

[make-me-imagine]

Homecoming

Description: Damon and the Reader use to be together, but they broke up due to his obsession with Katherine. Many years later they reunite and he confesses his love for the reader.

Characters: Damon Salvatore x Reader

Words: 1,634

Requested by anon

You had fallen in love while you were human. You were convinced that you would marry him one day, and you knew he felt the same. But all of this changed because of one thing. Katherine.

He started to ignore you, never caring where you were, or how you were. She had both him and Stefan wrapped around her perfect little finger. And it broke your heart. You tried to convince him to stay away from her but he couldn’t. Eventually, he forgot about you all together. And he left you. He left you completely alone. And then he died. 

Katherine turned out to be a vampire. She had compelled Stefan and Damon to love her. During the small town war, Stefan and Damon were killed. Well at least you thought they were. During the battle, one of the vampires that came to town with Katherine had taken a liking to you. He decided he wanted you as a pet. So he turned you. After you turned, you killed him and left Mystic Falls for good. 

But a few years later you heard a rumor about the Salvatore brothers. They had survived, well...sort of. Katherine had fed them their blood and they became vampires after they had died. You tried to find Damon, but you couldn’t. Though you did manage to find Stefan. He told you how Damon reacted to becoming a vampire, and he told you how he still loved Katherine, even now. So you didn’t look for him. You gave up. You stayed with Stefan for a while, he even contacted a witch to make you a daylight ring. But after a while you left Stefan and traveled the world. But not before you made Stefan promise to never tell Damon you had been turned, and that you were alive. If you ever saw him again, you wanted to be the one to tell him.

All of these memories cam rushing back as you were standing in front of the Salvatore home. After a long time, you decided to go home, back to Mystic Falls. And when you arrived, you learned that Stefan and Damon were here as well. They had come home too. You decided you wanted to see them. Stefan had always been like a brother too you, and Damon...well, you tried to convince yourself you didn’t love him anymore but as you were standing in front of his home you couldn’t help but feel terrified. Taking a deep breath you found the courage to knock on the door.

When it opened you had to stop yourself from fainting “Katherine” you whispered out. The girl standing in front of you widened her eyes “No! No I’m Elena” she seemed terrified of someone called her Katherine. 

You stared at her in surprise and rage, then you heard a familiar voice behind her “Who is it?” Stefan moved the door and seeing you he looked surprised as well “y/n” he saw your shocked face and realized why “Shes not Katherine, shes a doppelganger”

“A what!?” you weren’t buying it, this was another of her tricks. 

“Come inside, let me explain. Elena, invite her in” this helped a little, only humans could invite vampires in.

After a long, long , LONG discussion Stefan had told you everything that had happened in Mystic Falls since the last time he saw you. Even a whole bunch of his friends showed up to help explain, a vampire named Caroline, a witch named Bonnie and a human named Matt. Elena decided to ask the question she had been curious about since Stefan told her who you were and how you knew them “Have you seen Damon yet?”

“Not since 1864″ you said sadly. “Is he...different than he was?” you asked this question to Stefan.

He nodded his head “He’s different. But better than he was a few years ago.”

“Where is he?” when you learned of Katherine’s deception and how much Damon loathed her now, you thought that maybe...just maybe, he could still love you. Or at least hope he didn’t hate you.

“He should be back soon. Why don’t you take your stuff up stairs, you can stay with us” he stood to grab your bag

“No! No. It’s alright, I can stay in town. Besides I don’t wanna stay here if Damon decided he hates me still” this earned a sad look from Elena. She was shocked to learn that Damon was so deeply in love with you, and it saddened her to know that he left you because of Katherine. Hesitating, you look at Stefan “Does he..know? That I’m alive?” 

Stefan shook his head “I’m sure that he still loves you. He still has some of your things he keeps up stairs. Y/n, he hated himself after he thought that you died. He...looked for you, and when someone told him you were dead..he blamed himself. It took a lot of self control not to tell him. But I promised you I wouldn’t, so I didn’t.” he smiled sadly. You were relieved but at the same time scared, would he hate you for not telling him? “Please stay. I’d love to know what you’ve done since I last saw you.” 

Looking at him for a moment, you nod your head. He had taken your stuff the the room across from Damons. You knew he did it on purpose. Later, everyone left, including Stefan and Elena, they wanted to leave you alone so when Damon came back you could talk.

You went into Damon’s room, you decided to wait for him here. As you were sitting on your bed, looking out the window, you started thinking of all the memories you shared at this place. It was like a second home to you. Suddenly you heard a car pull up. You become nervous as you looked out the window and saw a familiar figure go inside. You sat back down on the bed, facing away from the door. What would he do? You started to panic, but froze completely when the door swung open.

“Who the hell are you?” you heard his voice, God that voice. You had almost forgotten what he sounded like. 

Slowly standing, you turned to face him. His eyes widening in fear and surprise. “Hello Damon” you said quietly.

He stared at you without speaking. It couldn’t be... “Your dead”

Smiling sadly at him you took a small step forward “I was turned the same day you were. By one of Katherine's...friends”

‘By one of the vampires’ he thought to himself. As he started taking a few steps towards you he studied your face, he still recognized all the freckles and lines by your eyes. Your eyes. He loved them so much, and they were still the same. So warm, so familiar. Standing in front of you now he gently lifted his hand and touched your face. ‘Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You know why” he had to know why, right?

Suddenly he felt a pang of pain. He left you. Because of Katherine. “Katherine. I don’t lover he anymore y/n, she-” 

You held up you hand stopping him from speaking “I know. Stefan told me everything, I’m glad he was here to tell me, I almost had a heart attack when I saw Elena” you smiled at him.

He couldn’t help the smile that spread across his face “It’s really you” he suddenly grabbed you and hugged you as tight as he could. After a moment of shock, you wrapped your arms around him and took in his scent. Even after all these years, he still smelt the same. He still smelt like home. “I’m so sorry y/n, I never should have left you”

“Then you don’t hate me? For not telling you, for not letting Stefan tell you?” he pulled apart from you at this. Oops.

“Stefan knew?” He sounded angry.

“Don’t be angry at him Damon, I made him promise not to tell you. I found him a few years after we were turned, when I learned you had survived, I realized...I was still angry as you. So I made him promise” you looked down sheepishly.

He put his finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him “I don’t hate you. But I can’t promise I wont yell at Stefan later” you smiled at him “I don’t hate you y/n...I love you” 

Your eyes widened at this “You do? After all this time?”

“Yes. I never stopped, not really.” he gently stroked your face like he use to all the time when you were human. You leaned your face into his hand “Are you staying?” he was afraid to ask. 

“I-I don’t know” you hadn’t really thought about that.

“Please stay. If you stay, I promise I will never leave you again” he asked, pleading with you.

Looking into his eyes you realized that there wasn’t really anything stopping you from leaving, you wanted so badly to come here and find that he still loved you. And that’s exactly what happened. “Alright...I’ll stay”

He felt as though a huge weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He thought he had lost you so long ago, but you were here. You were home. He grabbed your face and kissed you. The kiss was desperate and familiar, he had wanted to kiss you again for so long, and now that he had the chance he didn’t want it to stop. But it did, breaking the kiss you stared into each others familiar eyes. 

You could feel the familiar love he once had for you, the love you thought you would never be able to feel again. And now you had forever to make up for the lost time. And you knew this time, you weren’t going to leave.

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'Good survivor' anon from earlier, I just wanted to let you know I appreciate your response and how thoughtful it was. When I saw the abuse anon's Q, it sort of resonated with me--the guilt of being unable to cope, or the fear of being a toxic influence to my loved ones bc of my rape. Normal post-trauma feelings--anger, guilt, shame, fear/paranoia--seem like a fault, something to be at blame for--maybe something to atone for, because the pain I feel is something I've exposed others to. (1/3)

(2/3) To see mods and that anon themselves assume so quickly that they’re an abuser for normal, however scary and confusing, post-rape feelings+behaviors, just points to how badly we want to see bad people be exposed and punished, and how trauma twists our perception of our own feelings and actions. When it comes down to it, though, I think abusers don’t often fear that they’re abusive, and survivors are often guilty for things they aren’t at fault for, now matter how terrifying our pain is.

(3/3) Anyway, I apologize for ranting in your inbox, but abuse anon and your response got me thinking and I really, deeply appreciate how thoughtful your response to my ask was. Of course we can’t read anon’s minds, but I dont think we need to give survivors more reason to doubt themselves, hate themselves, or have fear of using their support systems. It is normal to have fear/distrust/anger after being raped, but knowing it’s okay to express it and feel it and tell others is key to recovery.

Hi again Anon,

I am glad to be able to assuage your concerns with regards to the amount of thought that went into the previous asker’s question and yours. We appreciate our follower’s input greatly. Thank you for reading and for sending a kind and understanding response in return.

At the risk of being redundant, I am going to try to address everything you have said in this ask as well for readers just joining.

First off, the tone of your initial ask was noticeably different than the asker before you. The language you used- the guilt of causing pain and accepting responsibility for it- was very different, and as you suggested, would have warranted a very different type of answer. 

I believe most if not all survivors at some point worry deeply that they are being abusive simply by virtue of being in pain. I would be lying if I said that the fear of harming ones support system did not initially resonate with me as well, before the conscious choice was made to answer in an objective manner that took the words only at face value. 

It is undoubtedly true that we survivors may and do at some point hurt someone by reacting to them in a way that is unwarranted on their part, but ingrained on our part. The crucial differences between that and abuse are that:

a) The harm we did was not an unforgivable and unreconcilable violation of someone else’s human and bodily rights (for example, sexually assaulting someone one time is never okay just because it only happened once). b) The harm we did was not and does not become part of a pattern of behavior that we continue.  c) We feel guilty about the behavior and take full responsibility for it (and do not relabel it, or diminish it, or push it onto a third party). d) We take immediate steps to resolve the harm done by the behavior and ensure it does not happen again.

We all make mistakes, and we all do need to atone for them at some point. As you aptly pointed out, no one is a ‘perfect’ survivor- but again, this background does not give us a free pass for mistreatment with no effort on our parts to make up for it. If we are part of a strong and healthy support system, those around us will forgive us for the small amount of mistakes we make, as long as we show that we are growing from it and actively working to make up for their pain. A healthy support system does not, however, allow survivors to continuously and shamelessly harm others unchecked simply because they are survivors. Striking that balance between understanding where survivors are coming from but holding them responsible for their controllable actions isn’t easy by any means, and decisions obviously must be made on a case-by-case basis. 

It is important also to note that the post-trauma feelings you listed and correctly described as absolutely normal- “anger, guilt, shame, fear/paranoia”- are not in any way inherently tied to lashing out at others with those feelings. There are many ways to feel and openly express these feelings without mistreating those around us. For example, instead of shouting at someone or insulting them when you are angry, one could do the following: 

Verbally express it; “I am very angry with you, so I need to take some time away to calm down and then we can talk.”Express it through writing; using a diary entry (private), or a letter to them (gives both parties time to think and review what they say). Physically express it; by yelling into a pillow, cooking to distract oneself, making angry art. 

You can find more suggestions for healthy expressions of trauma-based feelings in our tags. Finally, it is true that abusers don’t often fear that they are abusive. But that doesn’t mean that they don’t know they are, and it doesn’t mean they don’t fear being caught out at it. Some abusers even talk about their abusive behavior constantly in an attempt to normalize and minimize it, and be validated for it. So in general, one cannot use the mere occurrence of someone talking about their own abusive behavior as a litmus test to prove for sure that they are or aren’t abusive. 

Our intention is never to tell survivors not to feel or express negative feelings, and we hope that this ask and others help to clarify that. But there is a difference between feeling those feelings and harming others with them, and we are always working to find the balance between validating survivors and holding them accountable for actively harmful actions they may present us with. Individual readers may have chosen a different balance, and we welcome their input on our questions.

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