twowink · 2 years ago
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ok im unwell ummm can u tag any content of mona ships w “amia dont look” pwease
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my-own-walker · 1 year ago
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Kyle request...: could you do one where Kyle opens up to female reader about that stuff with his mom pls, because like, omg that boy was so pure and sweetie, he deserved so much moreee 💔💔💔😭
Motorcycle On The Front Lawn
if you want a good cry while reading, try pairing this story with the song $20 by boygenius. lyrics kinda have nothing to do with this but very emo song/feeling.
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note: this one is gonna need a MAJOR TW for SA. pls don't read if that will trigger you or make you uncomfy. love u all.
warnings: TW for talk about SA, angst, mention of su!c!de, very sensitive topics so proceed with caution.
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There was strange air around intimacy in our relationship that I didn't quite get. I didn't entirely mind. I loved Kyle. But I didn't understand where the strain came from.
We were intimate. We had sex often. But there was a disconnect. He wouldn't make eye contact with me during the act. He would be avoidant of conversations surrounding our sex life.
He showed love to me through physical touch, yes. It was an important part of our relationship. When we weren't in a bedroom with our clothes off, he had no problem being all over me. Behind closed doors, though, he froze up.
I didn't think much of it at first, chalking it up to beginning-of-relationship nerves about sex. Soon, though, it began to upset me. I thought it was all my fault. That he wasn't attracted to me. I began to doubt myself majorly.
It became time to have a conversation with Kyle about it. I wasn't angry with him. I was upset with myself for making this such a big deal in my head.
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Kyle and I were making out in my bedroom. It was hot and heavy. Things were escalating until again, I sensed a strain. Kyle began to tense up, refusing to make any moves unless I initiated them.
I tore myself away from him and threw my legs over the edge of the bed, sitting up and facing away from him. Tears stung at the back of my eyes.
'Hey, Y/N, hey,' he sat up quickly and moved closer to me, sitting next to me on the edge of the bed. He stooped down to look at my face, peering through the curtain of blonde hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. 'What happened?'
I sniffled, turning my head up to the ceiling in an effort to stop the levy from breaking. To steady myself before I made a fool of myself by crying.
'Kyle, I really need to talk to you about something,' I muttered, finishing by drawing in a shaky breath and sighing.
'What, baby?' concern crept into his voice in a stomach-turning way. He was fearing the worst. He took my face in his hand to make me look at him.
'What is going on with us? With this?' I whined, exasperated.
'With what? With our relationship?' he replied in a quick hushed tone.
'Yes, but- I mean- no, it's just,' I stuttered. 'Are you not attracted to me?' My tone fell dark and tears slipped out of my eyes.
'What? Baby, you are so beautiful to me,' he assured me, wiping tears from both of my cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. 'Why did you even ask that?'
'It has been so hard, Kyle. When we have sex. It's like...being with a ghost. A shell of you,' I explained. 'I love you. So much. Everything is fine until it's not. Like, you just, shut down. Am I doing something wrong?'
Kyle dropped his hands into his lap. A thousand-yard stare glazed over his eyes, looking past me, no longer at me. He swallowed thickly and breathed in shakily.
'I gotta tell you something,' he whispered, so quietly, almost no sound came out.
'You can tell me anything. Please. I just want to understand,' I pleaded. He turned away from me, body language completely closed off. I watched as he prepared himself to speak.
'So, uh, you know my family was hit really hard by Katrina. My whole neighborhood, ya know? It was really rough,' he started. 'And like, right after it, my dad left. But you knew that...' he began to trail off.
'Yeah Kyle, I remember,' I placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at the touch.
'Well after that, my mom and I had a really hard time, just, tryin' to keep the house and all. The repairs and just, everything. It was a lot on her,' he continued. 'She was uh, really lonely. I felt so bad for her, like, I could tell she was having a hard time.'
'I'm sure it was really hard on you, too, Kyle,' I assured him.
'No, yeah, it was. But my mom- she really needed help from me. As soon as I became a teenager it really started. She would- uh, come into my room at night and stuff.'
My heart dropped. I sat in stunned silence to allow him to continue.
'It started with just kissing. She'd kiss me all over. But she'd tell me it was because I was her beautiful boy. That she was so proud of who I was. Uhm, but then she'd start asking me to like, take off my clothes. Or um, wear less clothes to bed. She would-' his voice cracked. He paused to clear his throat.
'Kyle-' I started.
'She would help me shower. Said she was saving water, ya know if we showered together? We really had no money back then. She would always say that to me. Stuff like oh Kyle, you're gonna get us out of here. You're gonna save us from this. There was a lot of pressure on me to make her happy.'
I laid my forehead down on his shoulder. We sat in silence for minutes, letting the weight of his words settle into the space.
'She told me she'd kill herself if I stopped letting her touch me,' he blurted, breaking the silence. 'So things got more intense. Just to keep her...happy, I guess.' The room fell silent again, his words hanging from the rafters until he let out a stifled sob.
'Oh Kyle I am so sorry,' I breathed, 'I am so, so sorry.' My head was still on his shoulder, but at long last he relaxed into the contact. I grabbed his shoulder and nestled my head into his neck, crying softly.
He finally let go, beginning to weep with me.
'Can I hug you, Kyle? Is that okay?' I asked, finally understanding the full extent of his boundaries.
He didn't even respond. Instead, he turned to me and curled up in my lap, nestling his face into the crook of my neck. His cries turned to sobs. Heart-wrenching wails that I felt in my soul.
'It's not your fault, Y/N,' he bawled. 'It's not. I'm sorry.'
'Baby, you don't have to apologize,' I sighed, hugging him tighter.
'I should have told you sooner,' he sobbed.
'No, Kyle. You don't owe anyone that information,' I assured him. 'You never had to tell me, but you did. Thank you for trusting me with it.'
'Of course I trust you,' he sniffed, cries calming down. 'I'm glad I told you.' I smoothed my hands over his hair and kissed him on the head. 'I'm glad I got it off my chest,' he continued.
'You are so brave. I am so sorry you went through that,' I maintained. 'Please know that you can take your time with me. I don't want to pressure you at all.'
'Thank you, Y/N, I love you.'
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I really wasn't sure how to end this without it seeming rushed. I love u all, and thanks for this request. It's VV sensitive topic, so I hope I did ok. Kyle deserved better.
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midnight-on-pluto · 3 years ago
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I really really really love your writing and the way you portray the Bnha boys! It's really accurate (in my opinion) and always a pleasure to read!💞💖💞💖❤❤❤
This one is a little more personal cause I'd like to see it in your writing, but could you do scenarios about how the Bnha boys react to finding lots of self harm scars on thier s/o? Specifically outer thigh and with fresh marks.
If you aren't comfortable with this I totally understand and you are more than free to reject this ask!
Here is a cute baby to make up for any uncomfy feelings and to lighten up the mood
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Genre: fluff/comfort/angst
Warnings: Self harm scars mentions, little bit of angst, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF MENTIONS OF HURTING YOURSELF TRIGGERS YOU, I have other writing that would be better suited for you, don’t feel pressure to read this just because you like my writing and want to support. Thank you 💕
A/N: Thank you so much! I really try my hardest to portray the boys well lmao, I love you very very much kisses for you 😙💕💕 Yes!! I used to self harm so this is pretty personal to me as well. Once again if you are triggered by mentions of scars please shy away from just this one! There’s much more others you can read, but if this will help you feel better then please read on, my work is for your comfort and I wouldn’t want you to feel triggered by what I write 💕
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𓆝 Midoriya is a very happy and bouncy friend so when he finds your scars he’s so sad. He never knew you were hurting and you never said anything, so he never knew until now. He just placed a hand on your thigh and looks up at you with sadness. You’re flustered with his hand on your thigh and embarrassed that he’s noticed.
He notices the effect this has on you and pulls away immediately, giving you a tight hug and telling you he’s here whenever you need someone. You always call him whenever you need him, asking for cuddles or hugs, anything. He doesn’t care if you cry on his shoulder as long as you don’t do that.
You rant to him and he enjoys listening, nodding and making slight comments. He’s become your new comfort item and to be honest, after time you realize that you’ve been cutting less and less…..
𓆝 Todoroki may be dense, but self harm scars and fresh cuts, are something he’s familiar with. It’s not something that he’s personally done, but Touya had a multitude of scars, which included ones self inflicted with a pocket knife Endeavour had given him. When he first sees them his first reaction is sadness. Not for you, but with you. The fact that you had been doing that without his knowledge made him feel like he’s failed as a friend, and he doesn’t have much experience with friendship fo begin with.
He figures the last thing you need right now is for him to vanish, or push away because of this. He wants to better himself, as a friend. He tries to talk to you about it one day while you both studied. “Y/N, I’d just like to ask about your scars, on your thigh.” He notices how embarrassed you get and it seems like you don’t want to talk. “I know what they are, but I just want to help you, you’re my friend right? How can I help you?”
The gesture warms your heart, you rant to him, talking about any problems you have. And he listens, he really listens. Closely, with intent, and he reacts to them, giving you helpful advice.
𓆝 Iida has never really seen self harm scars nor really understands it. When he first notices it he’s so confused, “how did you get those scars, Y/N? Those cuts look bad…” Luckily you two were alone when he noticed but you still get super embarrassed. He’s so confused!! How are you confused?! He’s so sorry for anything he might’ve done wrong.
You have to explain to him that no, it’s okay the scars are just really personal. Still doesn’t get it so when he heads back to his dorm later he 100% looks up “strange scars on friend’s thigh” into google. Then he understands. He’s kinda sad you didn’t say anything to him but he understands what you meant by they’re personal.
He doesn’t know if he should tell somebody else, but he doesn’t want you to get upset. He decides that he should just help you out and make sure you know he’s someone you can trust and confide in. He doesn’t stop you, but he helps suppress the need to hurt yourself.
𓆝 Bakugo is angry. Not with you but with himself. How could he not see you’re hurting? How could he not be there for you when you obviously needed him. He’s tried so hard to become a better friend, not only to you, but to all of 1-A.
At first he distanced himself from you. It’s obvious to him that he’s not helping you so he’s not a good friend, he needs to leave for you to get better. It’s only after he’s been ignoring you for a week that he notices you’re doing worse. He sees the bags under your eyes, the puffy red of your face as if you’ve been crying all night. He can tell you’re hurting more, and that’s what makes him come back.
After that he doesn’t leave your side. He’s there for you, always. Him distancing made things worse so doing the opposite should make things better, right? He walks you to your dorm, he comes to get you in the morning. The sweater you told him you liked, sitting in your closet now and it still smells like him. “That’s what people like, right?” He asks when you question him. Class 1-A always wonders if you two are dating now and Bakugo snarls at them before hurrying you both away.
𓆝 Kirishima understands. He’s someone who’s definitely thought about it so when you tell him, he does everything right. He understands and helps you patch up fresh scars, rubbing scar cream on the old one. He lectures you about infections and how you should always disinfect whatever you use after, then disinfect the cut too.
He’s there when you need someone, and he’s there when you need him to patch stuff up. Seeing what you do hurts him, but he’d rather know when you do it and know that you’re safe and sound from infection.
He becomes a shoulder to cry on and someone you confide in. After a while he realizes you haven’t asked him to patch stuff up in a while and he questions you. It turns out having him around has actually helped, any of the newer scars have been patched up perfectly by yourself, and even then there’s barely any! He gives you a tight hug and congratulated you.
𓆝 When Kaminari notices he’s immediately thinking of other coping mechanisms. He’s the king of coping and offers many different approaches. You first start to notice little colouring books on your desk after he leaves, then there’s a journal, then a cassette player with tons of different mixtapes, all made by him.
You do try all the methods but they don’t completely stop the self harm. He’s offered so many things he even mentioned masturbation, good lord this boy.
Only stops once you’ve found one you love. Eventually you do and he’s so happy! This doesn’t completely stop you but you do it less and less, since you usually do the other coping mechanism instead :)
𓆝 Shinsou honestly doesn’t care? Not that he doesn’t care about you! He just thinks that what you do on your own time is your business. He does prefer that you don’t, but he can’t stop you and he won’t force you to stop either.
He does stay with you more often, napping in your room instead of his, studying with you, just doing “random visits.” It’s sweet gestures that he gives you, but he never once begs you to stop.
He understands why you do it, since I headcannon him as doing it himself, in middle school. He’s since stopped but he shows you how he understands so you don’t feel so alone, it’s really hard for him but it’s all worth it if it makes you trust him more and feel less alone.
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soft-angelic-kiss · 4 years ago
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We’re all a little bit crazy (3)
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therapsit! Izuku x Patient! Bakugou x Patient! Todoroki x Patient! Shinsou x Patient! Reader
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Chapter 3 trigger warnings- swearing, Mentions of suicide, mentions of fighting, mentions of abuse and mentions of murder, if that makes you uncomfy don’t read!
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chapter one here  
chapter two here 
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F I L E  2 
 (Patient Name) Hitoshi Shinsou (Patient #434)
 (Date admitted) 4-7-16
 (Patient age) 24
 (Patient disorder) manipulation, superiority complex and insomnia 
 (History/cause) Grew up in a fairly abusive and neglecting household. He was known to be a bully and get into fights often, and when he was 17 he killed both his mother and his father. He sent his newborn baby sister to a better home. He was arrested before being deemed unstable for jail and sent to UA. He’s fairly possessive over his friends.(“friends”) (Patient #433, Patient #435 and Patient #437)
 (Has patient...)
-attempted suicide?
-attempted homicide?
-attempted any act of self-harm?
-attempted violence on past employees?
-attempted escape?
 (Other) He killed his biological family and his girlfriend at the time. He was adopted by a kind family that comes to visit often. He says he doesn’t have any regrets. He is very manipulative. He likes fear, he thinks it’s cute. Do NOT separate him and patient #437 he will go feral and try to kill with no regrets.
 (Danger level) 8/10
 Izuku sighed. He hated how they referred to them as patients and not as people, not by their names. This was a little unsettling because he’d never seen a killer before. But he didn’t want to call them a killer. He didn’t want to come off as cautious.
 Uraraka had led him to the other side of the room. It was just the same as the last one. A large metal door with a hand scanner and a passcode. Izuku repeated his actions the same as last time and slowly walked in.
 The room was destroyed. The little table was knocked over and the bedsheets were torn apart. There was light but Izuku was pretty sure that that’s because they were controlled outside of the room.
 “Hello?” Izuku called out, but there was no greeting back. He didn’t move from his spot so as to not disturb the patient that was hidden somewhere in the room.
 The only response was a head lifting tiredly from somewhere in the mess.
 “Oh, there you are. Hi, I’m Izuku Midoryia and I’m going to be your-“
He was cut off when a husky sleep filled voice filled the room. “New therapist? I don’t care.” The head that was raised had sunk back into the abyss.
 “That’s alright. I’ve got five minutes to introduce us and then we can talk about whatever you’d like.” Izuku was a little nervous about being in the same room as a literal killer. Shinsou seemed alright though, he just looked sleepy.
 “I don’t want to talk to you.” Ok, this was going to be harder than Izuku had hoped. Maybe he should just leave shinsou alone.. But at the same time. He knows Shinsou’s weakness, or... At least one of them.
 “Alright. I suppose I can just go see Y/N-“the same head from before shot right back up. “Got em” Izuku thought.
  “Y/N? What about them? You better not hurt them or so help me-“Shinsou’s words got more gravelly and more threatening every step he took. He was tall and lanky he looked like he hadn’t eaten in months.
 “You’ll end up like the last guy.” Izuku was now backed up against the wall with Shinsou caging him into the wall. His eyes were wide and his breath was heavy. “O-of course. T-they sound like a sweet person.”
 Shinsou scoffed. “They’re very sweet and too kind and innocent for this place. She’s wrongly convicted but she isn’t granted release due to the crazy mindset her past fuckfaces have put her in.”
 “Oh? What do you mean? It seems like you like to talk about her.”
 “I would, but I don’t know how much she’d want me to tell you. She’ll probably be scared of you.” Shinsou’s face remained neutral but his tone was sad.
 “These boys care a lot for this girl…” Izuku frowned
 “Is it possible you could tell me why? Todoroki said the same thing.” He was going to take his chances.
 “Y/N has a limit. She tends to overshare, but she only overshare at her own pace. If you try to pry any further other than asking questions she’ll freeze up and have a panic attack.” He licked his lips looking at Izuku 
“They don’t really know what’s going on half the time. They tend to act very childlike. But they don’t like being asked too many questions” 
Izuku nodded. How strange. “do you know what happened before they got here?” 
Shinsou nodded but didn’t say anything after that. 
Izuku would take it. “What about relationships? You said they likes to be around you, and Todoroki said they like to hang out with him sometimes.” He let his gaze wander up and down Shinsous body as the purple haired decided on his answer 
“She likes to be around Todoroki, Bakugou, and I the most.. But sometimes she goes and likes to hang out with the boys downstairs.” Shinsou’s eyes looked angry as he mentioned ‘the boys downstairs’ 
“The boys downstairs? What’re they like?” Izuku tilted his head 
Shinsou blew some hair out of his face “You ask a lot of questions.” he gave a chilling side glance that made Izuku's cheeks head up from embarrassment 
“It’s my job after all, and I wasn’t allowed to go downstairs.” He rocked back on his heels   
Shinsou let out a cold chuckle “They’re dumb. One of them’s in for shocking himself repetitively and the other is in because he likes to punch walls, he thinks he’s invincible.” 
Izuku paused. ‘They liked to.. What?’ His confusion must have been clear as day on his face because Shinsou yet again let out another chuckle.
 “They’re not as bad as the few of us up here. By few of us, I mean Bakugou.” a huff left the lavenders mouth as he rolled his eyes 
Izuku’s ears perked up “Hm? I think he’s my next visit..” Shinsous face contorted to an emotion that Izuku couldn’t decipher, concern? Anger?
 It was hard to tell, but before he could ask the device in his pocket beeped and Izuku was quick to turn it off 
“I have to go now, but i’ll see you tomorrow?” He looked up with a soft gaze and tried to hide his smile when Shinsou let out a grunt in response.
 He got up, collected what he’s put on the ground and headed to the door opening it 
“Oh, Midoryia?” Izuku turned to look back as he made his way through the door 
“Good luck.”  
 And the door shut
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a/n: YAY another chapter finished! you guys have been so supportive of this series so far, my second post BLEW up and you guys have been so kind jfdskafj thank you for all the notes and reblogs,, Please feel free to share feedback or just say hi in my ask box! I’d love to be able to talk to you ;p
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lag1995-fics · 4 years ago
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Hii. Can I request anything with pre- cult Kai and fem reader with a reader that's really happy and bubbly? It could be a fic, headcanonns, literally anything lol. I love your writing 💙💙
Of course you can love, I hope you enjoy this ❤️
Crushing
Pairing: Pre Cult Kai/ bubbly reader
Words: 1506
Warnings: POSSIBLE TRIGGER WARNINGS ⚠️⚠️⚠️ This will contain sexual harassment and assault it isn’t graphic but some may feel uncomfy, this fic also features heavy language
Summary: Kai and Reader have both had crushes on each other but have consistently brushed their feelings off they both felt the other was simply unattainable. A bad experience ends up bringing them together.
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You had always been a bubbly person, the type that usually had a grin spread across her face. You had the biggest crush on your friend Winter’s older brother. You were one hundred percent positive that you were not his type. He was sarcastic and a little mean at times, you were an absolute giggle box who always had a kind word and a smile for almost everyone.
What you didn’t know, was that you were not the only person with a crush. Kai had been mesmerized by the way you floated through life like you had a bubble to protect you from all the grubby thorns that were society. You never caught him but he would stare at you when you came to visit Winter. The entire family loved you actually and Kai’s father would often tease him about you when you were out of the room.
You never expected anything to come out of your silly little crush and neither did Kai for that matter. He had actually put you up on a bit of an unfounded pedestal in his own mind. You were too pure for anyone himself included. He didn’t want to see anyone crush your spirit it was something he loved about you.
Kai couldn’t control the world though, and the world was a dark miserable place that was full of dark miserable people. You were someone who was remarkable though, you seemed untouched by the dark miserable world in his mind. The darkness of the world affects everyone sometimes though and it did eventually catch up to you.
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You had been walking home from work in the rain, face tilted to sky as the soft drops of water tickled your skin. You hadn’t noticed the strange customer who had been watching you at the coffee shop where you worked. You also hadn’t noticed him follow you out of the shop too busy watching your bright yellow converse splash happily in the puddles on the grubby side walk.
It hadn’t taken him long to act when you had turned onto a fairly deserted road. He had caught up to you and began to walk in step with you. Red flags went up immediately in your head but you as always held out hope that maybe this person was just being friendly.
“Hey baby girl,” his tone was slippery and disgusting. You couldn’t help the trill of fear that went down your spine.
“Hey, please don’t call me that,” you muttered, probably more politely than you should have.
“Oh so you’re a frigid bitch that can’t take a fuckin compliment!” His tone had shifted from slick to intimidating in the span of a few seconds. This man was everything your mother had taught you to fear. You also wished you had started carrying personal protection like Winter had suggested, weapons made you uncomfy though.
“Excuse me I need to get home people are waiting for me” you babbled picking up your pace to try and put distance between himself and you. Before you got very far his large hand reached out wrapping around your forearm with a bruising tightness. You yelped, reaching into your pocket with your free hand to hit your emergency dial.
“I wasn’t done talkin to you bitch don’t think I didn’t notice you ignoring me at the stupid little coffee shop” your fear level was almost maxed out now and you could faintly hear Winter screaming in your pocket from where you had emergency dialed her.
“Please I don’t want any trouble, I haven’t done anything to you,” you tried to reason with the mad man. Before the man could utter another word a car screeched to a halt in the middle of the street.
Kai had been driving down the road on his way back home when he saw a familiar polka dot rain jacket being assaulted by some grubby asshole. He had slammed on his breaks and jerked his old beater of a car into park. He flew out of the car dashing to your side.
“Get. Your. Fucking. Hands. Off. Of. Her.” He hissed as he stepped between you and your assailant. The man released her arm like it shocked him as Kai glared at him with angry brown eyes.
“Sorry man, I didn’t know she had a fuckin boyfriend she should have said something,” the man backpeddaled.
“It shouldn’t matter if a person has a boyfriend or not! No means no asshole!” You shouted the fear draining from you being rapidly replaced by righteous anger.
“If I ever see you again I’ll be the last person you’ll ever see fuck face” Kai spat angling himself rven further infront of you as the man ran off.
As soon as the man was gone Kai spun so that he was facing you. His eyes ran down your body looking for any possible injuries. Water dropped from his wild brown curls as he checked you over. He was careful not to touch you but you weren’t having any of that, you launched yourself into his arms your own wrapping around his surprisingly muscled middle.
“Thank you, you saved my ass,” you mumbled into his soaked t-shirt, happy that the rain was hiding your tear stained cheeks.
“You scared me to death, let’s get you home,” he brushed off your thank you. Like he could let someone try to hurt the only good thing in his world. He guided you to his car that was still parked in the middle of the road with the engine running.
Once you weee safely inside and he was driving again he turned to you. You couldn’t help the heat that filled your cheeks at his pointed gaze. You had never been alone like this with Kai before and it was frankly overwhelming.
“Why were you walking home, I know you have a car?” Kai asked his tone still full of worry. He would personally pay to have your car fixed if it was out of commission.
“I always walk when it’s raining, rain is my favorite” you blushed at how childish it sounded coming from your mouth. He let out an exasperated chuckle.
“Of course you do! Your a living breathing chick flick!” His tone was exasperated but lighthearted in a way.
“Hey! I resent that!” You shot out indignantly, “if I were a living breathing chick flick I would get the guy.”
Kai couldn’t help but look at you like you were dumb his brown eyes scanning your face to make sure you weren’t pulling his leg.
“Y/n you could literally get any dude you wanted, you’re freaking adorable” He sounded stunned that you would think such a thing. You rolled your eyes you didn’t need your best friend’s older brother blowing smoke up your rear.
“Adorable girls don’t get the guy Kai-Kai, hot girls get the guy” you rolled your eyes elbowing him gently. You didn’t know it but you were the only person in the world allowed to call him Kai-Kai. He pulled into your driveway still looking at you like you had grown three heads.
“You’re not serious y/n” Kai asked incredulously running a hand through his wet brown curls.
“Kai-Kai you don’t have to be nice to me just because I’m your sisters best friend” you rolled your eyes, moving to get out of Kai’s car.
“Give me your pinky” his voice sounded strange. Still you flashed him a goofy smile holding out a painted pinky. He linked his pinky with your own his was much larger and warmer.
“You know how a pinky swear works right?” He asked and you nodded still confused on where he was going with this.
“Yeah you can’t break a pinky swear” you replied.
“Well I pinky promise to tell you the brutally honest truth no sugar coating” he declared.
“Okay” you replied still a bit confused.
“Y/n I have wanted you from the moment you opened your mouth and that perfect giggle floated out. You ate everything I’m not. You’re a happy go lucky girl and I’m just some internet troll that enjoys getting a rise outta people,
“You’re way to good for me and I would never even bother to think that you would ever be interested in me. But you gotta stop this self deprecating bullshit. You are the most beautiful human I know inside and out” he ranted and you could only stare at him in shock, floored by his revelation.
“You like me?” You questioned your voice soft and squeaky.
“Hell yeah! How could anyone not like you y/n?” He too sounded surprised.
You unlatched your pinkies trying not to overthink what you were going to do next. You stared into Kai’s piercing brown eyes gathering your non existent courage. You leaned forward pushing forward with your hands on his console. Your lips connected in a searing kiss his lips scorched your own as he kissed you back with a fierceness, his hand burying itself in the back of your hair.
Sorry this took so long I was exhausted and time got away from me ❤️❤️❤️. Much love and thanks for reading.
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hxwks-gf · 4 years ago
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。・:*:・゚crossing the line 
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pro-hero deku x reader 
summary: you show up on deku’s doorstep in the middle of a stormy night with a fresh bruise on your cheek. he big mad and takes care of you 
genre: angst, fluff, mutual pining
warnings: domestic abuse, descriptions of abuse, descriptions of injuries, spicy elements if you squint, one swear word
w/c: 2.4k 
request: Hey there! I am feeling the sad and the numb and feeling like being rescued. So can I request Deku saving female reader from an abusive situation? (up to you whether they are in high school or adults) Like say a boyfriend, or now ex boyfriend, is all mad you've been spending with Deku. So you get in a fight and this now ex boyfriend has the audacity to slap/punch you. Either in front of Deku or like reader comes running to him with a dark bruise on their cheek.
a/n: this has some explicit depictions of the reader being hit by their partner, so if that’s triggering to you i would advise you not to read! it’s not super graphic, but i know it can make some people uncomfy. also, if you or you know someone who is a victim of domestic violence, here’s their hotline: 1-800-799-SAFE (7233) please be safe my lovelies! and enjoy some sweet and soft deku ♡♡
“Y/N…” Deku’s soft yet firm voice only served to force the tears in your eyes to spill over your cheeks against your will. “Who did this to you?” 
“Deku, it’s fine,” you said through trembling breaths, trying to regain at least some of your composure. “It’s not a big deal.” 
He stepped close to you. Too close, your mind screamed. This was exactly what your manipulative boyfriend had berated you for, this strange closeness between you and Izuku that could no longer be categorized as pure, simple friendship. You had danced along this line for months now, blissfully unaware of the fact that taking even a single step over it, accidental or not, could ruin you. However, as Deku’s warm breath fanned over your face, smelling of peppermint and comfort, you were so afraid. It was blindingly evident in your wavering breaths and trembling hands. 
The pads of his fingertips found themselves gently caressing the harsh bruise that mottled your upper cheekbone, his green eyes carefully gauging your reaction to see if you would stop him. You didn’t. You couldn’t. 
You melted into his touch and pushed your cheek further into his hand, wincing at the dull, aching pain of the bruise. Pretty soon his fingers were damp with your tears. 
“When?” he asked, and you recognized that dark, determined tone lurking just beyond the word. 
“Not long before I came here,” you replied. “He…he just lost control. That’s all.” 
“No, that’s not all.” Deku pulled his hand away and settled for holding one of yours, still shaking with fear. The callouses and scars that decorated his skin stood out against your own, a reminder that he too was no stranger to abuse. Albeit none of it came from a jealous, manipulative, disgusting boyfriend. “Was this the first time?” 
“Yes,” you whispered, swallowing the lump in your throat as you remembered the pure, unchecked rage and aggression that had bubbled in your boyfriend’s eyes just moments before he snapped. 
“You’re staying here tonight.” 
Fresh fear ripped through you and you violently shook your head, pulling your hand out of his grasp. You didn’t want to think of the consequences you would suffer if you didn’t return home that night. 
“I can’t,” you said, wrapping your arms around yourself. “I have to go back, you don’t understand—��  
“Hey, listen to me.” Deku reached up and cradled your cheeks, mindful of the bruise. “Y/N, you’re safe here. With me. I will never let that man come anywhere near you ever again, do you understand?” 
“What are you saying?” It was hard to focus on anything but his warm hands on your cheeks, his thumbs idly wiping the salty tears that never seemed to stop dripping down your face. 
Deku sighed and dropped his face. “I want you to stay with me until we can find another living situation for you. You aren’t going back to that apartment until we pick up your things.” His expression hardened. “You will never have to deal with that pathetic excuse for a man again.” 
Your lower lip trembled. “He won’t just let me go, Deku.” 
“Yes, he will.” 
“How do you know?” 
Deku ran his thumbs across your cheeks again. “Because if he doesn’t, I’ll make sure he does.” He slid his hands along your jaw, your neck, your shoulders. He was so warm, so inviting. He was a cozy cabin in the middle of a harsh and unforgiving blizzard, just waiting for you to open the door and let yourself inside. 
“Deku,” you whispered, looking up at him through tear-stained eyes. Your hand was on the metaphorical door handle of the cabin, all you had to do was turn it. “I…” 
His lips curved into a smile. “You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. Let’s get you inside.” 
“Wait, wait,” you said, reaching out to stop him. Your fingers curled around his bicep, strong and corded with muscle. “Deku, you really don’t understand—” Pinching the bridge of your nose before you could say anything else, you sighed. You wanted to scream at him that it was because of the budding feelings you had for him, the feelings that were forcefully pushing back against your inhibitions you had so carefully crafted, but no sound came out of your mouth. 
He just stood there, staring at you with those impossibly deep green eyes that reminded you of forests in spring, bright and soft all at once. “Y/N, is there something else? Something you’re not telling me?” 
Nothing ever gets past him, you thought to yourself. He was still so close. You could feel the warmth radiating from him. 
Your phone suddenly buzzed in your pocket, the familiar ringtone that you had assigned to your boyfriend breaking the strange, heavy silence. Your stomach dropped as you slid it from your pocket with shaking hands, barely able to read the little text bubble. 
“Don’t read that,” Deku murmured, and his hands were covering yours and gently pulling the phone out of your grasp. “Can you come inside, please? It’s going to rain again soon.” 
The bruise that decorated your cheek was starting to throb, as if somehow you were still connected to your boyfriend through it. Every thought you had of him only made it worse. 
“Okay,” you said softly, letting your head fall in defeat. 
Deku wasted no more time in ushering you into his apartment, mindful to double-lock the door behind you. The space was a little more cluttered than the last time you had been over, various piles of clothes strewn about the floor and boxes of takeout left forgotten on the kitchen counters. 
“S-sorry,” he sheepishly chuckled, clearing some of the clothes out of the hallway with a swift kick. “It’s been a busy few weeks since I last saw you.” 
You stood in the middle of the living room, waiting for him to tell you where to go or what to do. Everything felt...muddled. Your toes were up against that invisible line again, but this time they were curious. What was it like on the other side? Your eyes flicked up to watch Deku hurrying andto try and tidy his place for you, his eyebrows pulled together in adorable concentration. He noticed you staring and flashed you an embarrassed grin. 
One step. 
“Deku,” you said, wringing your hands. 
He stopped, his grin dissolving into a frown. “What’s wrong?” 
You licked your lips in anticipation, not sure how to approach the words that wanted to spill from them. All you wanted to do was have him wrap those strong, protective arms around you and never let go. “You don’t have to worry about cleaning,” you found yourself choking out, wincing at your own cowardice. “I’m really tired.” 
“Oh, right,” he said, dropping the box of takeout he held in his hands into the garbage. “Let me get you some clean clothes to sleep in, is that okay?” 
You knew he wouldn’t take no for an answer, so you simply nodded. He disappeared into his bedroom for a moment and then reappeared with a pile of neatly folded clothes; a soft hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. When you took them, his fingertips brushed your knuckles and it sent a bolt of electricity up your arm and directly into your heart. He stood there and stared at you, hands still just-barely touching yours, until you cleared your throat. 
“I’m going to go change,” you said, averting your eyes and skirting around him to escape into his bedroom. Once inside, you quickly shut the door and threw the pile of clothes on the bed. You stared at his sheets, still rumpled and messy from whenever he last slept in it. You had no doubt it smelled of him, too. 
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“I’ll sleep on the couch,” you said from the bedroom door, dressed in his hoodie and sweatpants. 
Deku glanced over his shoulder and his eyes traveled over your form, unhidden appreciation all over his face. However, his expression shifted into confusion as he processed your words. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “You’ll take my bed. I’d be a terrible friend if I made you sleep on the couch after what you went through.” 
“It’s fine,” you said, unable to tell him that you didn’t want to be completely surrounded by his scent for fear it would only catalyze your feelings that you still refused to acknowledge. “Please, just let me sleep out here, Deku. It’s okay.” 
“Alright,” he said slowly before glancing at the clock. “I have some work to finish at the agency tomorrow morning, but I’m going to take a half day and come home early. Will you be okay by yourself for a few hours?” 
“I think so,” you replied, absentmindedly running your fingers over your injured cheek. 
He stepped close to you again, breaking you out of your thoughts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he reached up and studied the bruise, fingertips tracing the mottled colors. He shook his head and sighed, dropping his hand. His touch lingered on your skin. 
“Get some rest,” he murmured, guiding you to the couch and placing a blanket over you. “I’ll see you in the morning.” 
You looked up at him standing over you, knowing that it would be so, so easy to twist your fingers in the collar of his shirt and bring his lips down to yours. But a heavy thunderclap shook the apartment and interrupted the thoughts that were stirring in your mind. You pulled the blanket up over your shoulders and pressed the uninjured side of your face into the pillow. 
“Goodnight,” you said, already feeling the sleep begin to pull you away from the waking world. 
Deku chuckled, giving the top of your head a gentle stroke, before disappearing into his bedroom and drifting off to sleep himself. 
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A deafening thunderclap jerked you from sleep and you shot straight up on the couch, looking wildly around for any signs of your boyfriend. 
“Fuck,” you muttered to yourself, putting your face in your hands. The bruise throbbed incessantly. The rain pattered against the windows, and every few minutes a bolt of lightning would illuminate the apartment. 
Without thinking, you were slipping out from under the blanket and walking towards the bedroom. Stop, stop, stop, the little voice in your head started to shout as you placed your hand on the doorknob. 
“Shut up,” you growled at it, and you twisted your hand to take that glorious first step over that invisible line you had been dancing along for so many months. 
His bedroom was dark but you could make out his sleeping form underneath the comforter. You pulled it back and slid beneath it, already feeling his warmth stretching across the bed. 
“Y/N?” came his groggy voice. 
“It’s me,” you whispered, and he shifted so he was facing you. 
“What’s wrong?” 
You swallowed nervously. “I want to do something.” 
That got his attention. He lifted his head and blinked before saying, “What do you mean?” 
“Just stay still, okay?” 
“Okay.” 
Your heart melted at the softness of his voice. Before you could stop yourself, you scooted close enough to him that you could smell his sweet breath again, and you hesitantly placed a palm on his cheek. 
“Y/N,” he whispered. 
“And don’t talk,” you whispered back, bringing your face just centimeters away from his. His hair was soft at the ends of your fingers as you held his cheek, and then you slowly, slowly brushed your lips over his in the softest way possible, so soft that you were sure you had imagined it. 
But when the breath he had been holding exhaled over your mouth, you realized you had not imagined it and you had, in fact, just kissed Izuku Midoriya in his bed, in the middle of a thunderstorm. 
You pulled back and took a trembling breath, still feeling the lingering touch of his lips. He was staring at you with wide eyes and a slack jaw, no words coming out of his open mouth. A breath of silence passed between you. 
Before you knew it, his hands were grasping at any part of you that was available to him and pulling you flush against his body. He placed his lips against yours again, but this time it was like a dam had broken and he was spilling out every single missed opportunity into the kiss. You couldn’t breathe, you couldn’t think, the only thought you had in your brain was of him. 
You opened wider for him and he gasped into your mouth, fingers gripping your hips so hard you knew it would leave bruises. 
“Stop,” he breathlessly whispered against your mouth. “This...this isn’t how I thought our first kiss would go—” 
“You’ve thought about kissing me?” 
Deku pulled away and looked at you, the softness returning to his eyes. “Of course I have.” 
You were already craving more of him, now that you had gotten a taste. As you leaned in for another kiss, he gently stopped you. 
“What’s wrong?” you asked, unable to mask the nervousness in your voice. 
“I want to take this slow,” he murmured, running a hand along the side of your face. “I don’t want you to think I’m taking advantage of you and your….current situation. I want to give you the time and space to properly heal and process what you’re going through.” 
Is this what a healthy partner does? you thought to yourself as you stared at him. Weird. 
“Alright, fair enough,” you finally said, laying back down beside him. Deku automatically wrapped an arm around your shoulder and brought you into his chest, just like you had pined for just hours earlier. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of your head. 
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to kiss you,” he said into your hair, and your eyes fluttered closed. 
“I want to do it again soon,” you said, smiling into his chest. 
His chuckle rumbled through you and put you at an ease you didn’t think existed. The line you had crossed was long gone now, and you would never think about it again. As his arm tightened around you and the rain continued to pour outside, you felt safe for the first time in a very long time. The apprehensiveness of the future still festered in the back of your mind as you lay there and listened to the rain. 
But for now, with his arms keeping you safe from the world, it was enough. 
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fuckyeahasexual · 4 years ago
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would you be comfortable with someone starting a fuckyeaharomantic blog? not to like... compete with you but more or less just to cover the lack of aromantic rep in the aspec community and to have some solidarity? i'm thinking of starting an aro-centric blog but i don't want to co-opt y'alls brand if it would make you uncomfy!
The only thing that makes me uncomfortable with this and I’m going to be EXTREMELY frank about the matter. I suggested this on twitter once years ago to what I thought was a group of friends. I said “as an aro it would be helpful to have someone running something like fyeah but more dedicated towards aromantics” And it got a lot of backlash because people read my comment incorrectly as “””a fuckyeaharomantic blog would show that fuckyeahasexual doesn’t care about aros.””” I don’t exclusively talk about aces here, but it is obviously ace themed. And it turned into this huge thing that ended up erasing my demiromantism and saying “how dare I not automatically consider this blog an aro blog.”
I still like the idea and think aros would benefit from more aro bloggers and dedicated aro focused, even if not aro exclusive, spaces. And the fact that “fyeah [topic]” used to be a naming meme so I don’t feel like I “own it”. But since people call this blog “Fyeah” it could could confuse things. It personally would be mildly triggered at least at first because of all of that history above. But this isn’t to say you can’t, and if the url is available at least some aro should keep it safe. And if you really love the naming pattern I’m not here to stop you from using it.
As a thought, I’ve mentioned before that I love that this url past it’s meme days because fuck next to asexual is powerful. It subverts convention and makes people not assume about aces. If there was somehow a punk version of that could be done with a ‘romance’ word that could create something powerful on it’s own. But I can’t think of a word that could do that. “Fuck” is a strangely versatile word, and I cannot think of anything that is a good comparison to it for this end, but it is a suggestion to at least consider in the process of deciding how you want to run your blog.
Thanks for asking, and let us know you what you end up doing so I can follow either way. - rose
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dystopiandilfs · 3 years ago
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The fake breathing thing strikes me as odd cuz it’s almost like. He’s trying to portray being hysterical but doesn’t wanna commit? Like how Dream was described reacting to tommys death, laughing, or when he was with quackity. I feel like those 2 instances, one not even actually acted, are a better portrayal of a character going through hysteria than Tommy’s entire “heavy breathing” arc. Every person responds differently to trauma ofc, but basic and extreme emotions, like fear, r meant to impact the viewer. Ye, sure, tommy put me on edge but. mostly cuz the sound is so strange? not cuz I’m seeing another human panic and it’s unnerving.
Just the idea in general that Tommy’s been thru the most, so therefore any character who comes off as sadder than him is lying/faking/weak. (Also it contributes to the “Dreams still manipulating in prison” cuz no no one can elicit a greater emotional response than tommy /s) Maybe it’s the facecam, which I get must b hard to voice act AND face act. But idk. It feels like he wants to cry or whimper but doesn’t want to irl. Which again, I get being uncomfy or just unable to cry or smth close on stream, but it just feels unnecessary and distracting, and only occasionally actually comes off as him being afraid. I’d rather whatever he do be more clear or for him not to do it at all.
sry this is long, also I’m not blaming Tommy or anything I love him, it just bothered me from the beginning and everyone around me decided it was Superb Acting and So Emotional. That’s also not to say tommy is bad at acting, he’s great at it, it’s just one aspect of trauma he can’t quite replicate, and I’d prefer he just drop it and do smth else (again I get having a reoccurring/comfort action and it amazing that was portrayed but I would like the portrayal to be more accurate and understandable to everyone)
again sry this is long adsfgshsjjsj have a nice day ^^
No I totally get what you mean. Disc Saga Tommy had some phenomenal acting bits however the more recent mouth breathing is just making him cringy. For me I have to stop watching his lore when he starts to do it. It's not just him, Ranboo's half cry also bothers me. Quackity's and Tommy's constant interrupting bothers me. I do have sensory issues so it could be partly that but I know a lot of people have been turned off of Tommy especially when he did his whole stream of trying to go into triggering places like the final control room and exile.
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melchron · 4 years ago
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Nightmare Time Episode 3 Thoughts
I usually save this for the end of my thoughts but I have to say this now. OMG MATT DAHAN!!! I WILL NEVER NOT BE IMPRESSED BY HIM! Usually with the episodes I catch 1 or 2 motifs but I swear I caught everyone this time. And they all fit so well. My attention was evenly split between the music and the story this time. It was so freaking good. Matt deserves all the awards like omg.
I think this is the least laggy the theme has been. Good job going all out for the last one!
I said to my mom "Did Shashona record this video?" and she did!! Great cinematography Shashona!!
I also pointed out the Tim's daddy mask. I said "Aww he's wearing a mask for his son!". I guess my mom got confused and forgot Tim's name because she thought I was talking about Dylan's (nonexistent) son.
THE DRILL PRESSES!!
LEX AND ETHAN
I kind of already knew this but I love that Ethan knows cars. I just likes that he has a hobby.
Lex cares about Tom so much I love it.
WHY DID JANE TRY TO KILL ETHAN?!?!?!? TOM DOESN'T WANT TO MAKE LOVE TO HIM!!!! DID SHE HAVE SOME PERSONAL REASONS LIKE WHY!?!??!
That Lexthan interaction was so cute. I love how he saw she was super sorry and scared and he just stopped being mad and comforted her. They are so cute I can't handle it!!
KENDALL!!! Ok so through out this whole thing I know everyone was excited for their favorite character to come back but I really just wanted to see Kendall again. I guess after BF I assumed we would never see her again because I couldn't see them working with children becoming a normal thing. But when the original cast announcement came out I got so happy to see her name. So I was super excited to see her.
Her covering her hair with a beanie looks better than the wig
UNCLE PAUL I'M SOFT I CAN'T HANDLE THIS!!!!!
Cineplex Teen is like Larry from tawog. I guess we should start calling him Obnoxious Teen then. Until we get a name.
I love that Tim immediately likes Becky. Wish I could say the same for my stepparents.
Santa Claus Is Going To High School bb. Also I want to hear the rest of that song. Also also how many wigs does Lauren own?
TONY GREEN
Why must they make love to this movie everytime? Can't we simply just watch it and make fun of like normal people? That way Tim can enjoy it too.
Good for Jane for making sure her son doesn't have to eat disgusting school lunch. She gets good mom points.
Aww Becky reassuring him he's not a Dummy
Becky is like really horny this episode. Honestly Tom's into so go ahead girl
JAIME IS JANE
OK OK OK SO Jane said they were driving home from her parents house. Which means they were still alive when Jane died. That was only a year and a half ago so the Perkins parents might have died more recently than we thought. It's like Spring of 2019 right? So Jane died around Fall 2017. I don't remember if this was said in the show (it probably was and I'm saying nothing new) but I think Black Friday takes place about a year after her death. Tgwdlm took place October 2018. They have to have died only a few months before then. How long had Emma been in Hatchetfield before tgwdlm? Maybe there is a possibility we can see a flashback of an interaction with her parents depending on how long it's been. Also that means Emma lost her whole family in the span of a few months omg. And Tim lost his mom and his grandparents in that time. I want to see how they grieved with all of that. Also I know I'm crossing universes here but Emma also almost died the same day Jane did. Some strange force must really have it out for the Perkins family. Good on Emma for surviving like a champ.
Ok so I thought they went scouting for girls because Jane didn't want the man she loved to have to devote the rest of his life to a car. I thought she was trying to help him move on. She was getting good lover points but those have since been redacted.
Jane is definitely bi and I love that for her. I don't care if she tried to kill her new crush. It was new enough for it to mean nothing.
GREENPEACE GIRL
Tom does look like a creep ngl
Jane reminds us she's a car a lot. Like girl we get it.
No. No. No. NO NO NO NO NO NO NOPE! We're not talking about it. I don't want to. I stared at James the whole and honestly same dude. I saw Nick in my peripheral vision and loved/hated that he was laughing. RIP to me watching this with my mom. RIP to Kendall. Actually rip to everyone who had to sit through that. RIP to Jaime and Dylan for having to perform that. RIP to the cursed rehearsals. Matt and Nick seriously took the time to sit down and write that. What the heck you two?!? This made me more uncomfy than the entirety of mamd and Ted's character combined. I wish I was exaggerating. Maybe this was just me but it felt longer than it needed to. The relief and worry I felt when Tim walked in is a feeling I can not explain. Glad he was clueless.
Tim sweetie I love you but SHUT UP
Jane is crazy and Jaime is doing such an amazing job at portraying that.
Yes Tom. Because grave digging is way crazier than possessed cars.
I asked my mom why the didn't just go grave digging for Jane's body but my mom said the body is probably all rotted and gross so that explains that.
Why didn't Becky just go inside? If she went far enough I doubt Jane would have been able to hit her even if she managed to break into the house. Also let's assume Becky's house had an upstairs. There, perfect safety.
Did Becky seriously die in the same woods as Stanley?
Ok so I thought the tree thing was a reference to little Irish girl Becky from the Black Friday sk10 stream. But now it seems like something more serious and bad happened so I'm curious.
DID JANE GET TOM ARRESTED?!?!? It seemed like she could drive herself at that point. Why not let him get out and get Becky yourself? Is this that self confidence thing Tom talked about?
Is she really about to have her son be obsessed with Ms. Becky for the rest of their lives or is she gonna tell him?
This next episode made me physically jump twice. I say literally a lot but I promise you I'm using it correctly when I say I literally jumped.
KENDALL'S SINGING
I saw the thing about the ukelele being a bday gift from the cast so this was super sweet
Ok personal time. My grandmother's name is Pamela and my mom decided to permanently cut ties with her a few months ago due to her abusive behavior. Me and my sibling are still allowed to talk to her whenever we please but we haven't seen her as much as we used to. I got kind of scared watching this with my mom because I was scared this would trigger something. She didn't say anything and I didn't want to bother her about if she was fine so I didn't say anything. Anyway this just kind of hit different for me.
JAIME'S RANGE OMG
"I want to be alone with my man." Ms what are you about to do to your Tv?
DON'T GIVE HER BEER
Duke seems chill. I like him.
LEX AND ETHAN GOT ARRESTED!?!?!? FOR SELLING HER PILLS!?!??! THAT SHE TOLD THEM TO SELL!?!?!? I HATE HER!!!
Does Ms. Foster have a type or is being male good enough?
Hannah's 14? I thought she was the same age as Tim. I could have sworn in the BF commentary track they said she was 9 or 10. Did my brain make that up?
How does Kim change her hair so quickly? She did this in episode 2 too? I could never. I am very impressed.
Curt and Kim talking over the phone while standing shoulder to shoulder was funnier than it should have been
Ms. Holloway is cool. YAY MOSTLY GOOD WITCHES
How does Ms. Holloway know? I need a backstory please!!
Ok so I saw Jon in his cape and thought he might be the with. But then I saw James in his cape I y'know stopped thinking that. Anyway I'm obsessed with Jon and James in capes. Kind of wish Corey had one too.
OH I JUST THOUGHT THIS AS I'M TYPING NOW ok so that tree she was talking to at the beginning was one of the tree people. I'm embarrassed it took me this long to realise it.
Hannah is way too calm about these talking trees and sometimes spider ladies. I respect that.
There was a lot of black and white theming in this episode. More than normal. It makes me more curious about what exactly Hannah's connection to it is.
Hannah almost died in her own mind. I was kinda hating Ms. Holloway in this moment because she forced Hannah to go into her mind. But I know she had to so I'm cool with her again.
THE STARLIGHT THEATER
Did she really say just don't be scared next time? Like miss some actual advice would help.
CAN MS. HOLLOWAY'S MIND LEAVE HANNAH ALONE?? Like I know you didn't get the reaction you wanted out of her but you're seriously gonna give up and go for a little girl instead. Pathetic.
"What's shakin', Banana?" That was the first time I jumped.
WIGGLY
What exactly is that 6-legged girl? I wish we had a visual. Also how couldn't Ms. Holloway help her? What was her issue? Npmd you got anything for me?
Wiley. Just seeing him come up. That was the second time I jumped.
Also everyone already said this but props to Joey for his commitment. Shaving in between episodes like omg sir you didn't have to go all out for this. But you did and I appreciate you for it. Also HE KEPT THE JACKET?? WHAT!??! Just fully committed to this character go off Joey!!
Usually I would laugh at stuff phasing through the green screen but this just made it creepier.
HOLLOWAY AND WILEY/WILBUR BACKSTORY PLEASE
But also I love how the script had him listed at Wilbur above his lines. I remember Nick called him Wilbur once in the commentary track (possibly by accident) but it's nice to have it in cannon. I don't remember I any of the characters called him Wilbur because I'm so used to seeing Wilbur and Wiley used interchangeably but this was just nice to have canonized.
DUKE PAY ATTENTION!! FREAKING USELESS RIGHT NOW!!!
Dang Wiley she was already being choked in the physical world you didn't have to choke her in her mind too calm down
YAY MORE DOLLS
NICK I WAS KIDDING ABOUT AN APOTHEOSIS DOLL
Is the mouth one (I see we've named him Nibbly. Good because his full name is too long to type out) gonna be the npmd villain? The pick color theme seems cool.
ANGELA'S TRANSITION THOUGH!!! Omg she switched roles seamlessly. And her voice too!! Go off Angela.
MARIAH IS WEBBY
This is random and unrelated but I never noticed how big Mariah's eyes were before.
So Webby and the Doll Gang are all siblings? I find it interesting that the were described to all where black. And Webby's color theme is white. Like how the good and bad ukeleles were white and black. This might sound really dumb see as we don't have a 100% accurate visual of the black and white but I wonder if Webby ever left would it be 100% black? Like if Wiggly went through the portal would it become a little less black? Does this make sense? Also I'm starting to see the black and white as less of a bad place. Its starting to see more ominously neutral.
Hannah's favorite show is He-Man no I do accept criticism.
Ms. Holloway is a nerd. She saw Hannah make the reference and was like "Huh. I f she likes He-Man maybe making this hat a reference will make her like me." She would only know if she watched the show. But then again she seems to be stuck in the 80s so maybe she just thinks that's what's popular with the kids.
MS. HOLLOWAY PLEASE GET LEX AND ETHAN BACK
AND ANOTHER GREAT SONG TO END IT OFF
This episode was......a lot. So much happened. Loved all of it. I am scared of Nick and Matt's minds but also incredibly grateful for them. As usual everyone's acting was top notch.
I love this episode.
Also I'm just gonna say it. Jon ruined Nick's season one reveal.
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lightblueterracota · 3 years ago
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hey, about your hermitshipping post, i wanted to weigh in: im of the opinion that people shouldn't do it (it's complicated though)
i actually agree with viewing hermitcraft through a roleplaying lens. there's a lot of character work involved, much like the stuff that doc and ren are doing, helsknight/evil x, plus the fact that anything we see onscreen is something they've chosen to share (so their persona isn't 100% indicative of their irl self). i think it's a gray area for shipping here (all within boundaries of course) and from what i've seen, the hermits have been neutral-positive about the topic for the most part.
the issue is that the people who vehemently defend hermitshipping are usually self described "anti antis" or "proshippers". there are other posts out there that explain why these labels and mentality are so harmful better than i can. bottom line is, a lot of my discomfort comes from the culture surrounding shipping, and the people terminally online trying to justify gross or triggering behavior (in general, not just within this fandom). i try my best to steer clear of it, just block and move on, yknow?
in general though.. shipping real people is just weird to me? in vintagebeef's latest episode he mentioned his wife and like. stuff like that just cements the fact that these are real people and it's strange seeing people take this stuff super seriously.
so that's my take, i hope it made sense. i'll acknowledge the gray area but it still makes me uncomfy, so i filter block and move on
hi there! thanks for taking the time to send in your thoughts, i’m very open and friendly to discussion!!!! i understand and agree with what you say too about fandom culture tbh. i feel like with way social interactions and content consuming works in our current age with the internet, the way we consume media nowadays has become extremely warped. i’ve seen a lot of really well articulated posts describing why those certain fandom “titles” of anti-anti and proship and all that are really harmful and i completely agree that there really is some irredeemable behavior, a lot of justification of some very bizarre and not okay things under the guise of “fandom culture” in general, not even just for mcyters.
i think it all comes down to how one is able to draw the line between a content creator and well… their content! and how to separate them and then when to acknowledge it’s one of the same and not. for me in particular when i look at hermitcraft, i always thought it was very roleplay esque, similar to how actors take on roles in movies as they act out their really fun lore and stories, and as such i look at their minecraft activities as completely separate from what they actually do as people! of any fun pairings i do see in hermitcraft, i absolutely do not see it beyond the realm of minecraft and their characters of them being fun creatures and supernatural beings and things like that. ( personally i love doc’s lore of him being part creeper. that’s so cool )
(also i didn’t know vintagebeef had a wife and kids that’s really cool! i learned recently that impulse has also a wife and kids and some nephews & nieces too, which was really cool and surprising to hear because imo he sounds so young! but anyway.)
it makes me think about for example ren and doc! both of those have joked about rendoc and encouraged it, all within the realm of their storyline lores and stuff. but irl ren has his own girlfriend and doc is also in a relationship & has a baby, and that’s super fun to hear & is completely separated from whatever minecraft activities. especially in a fantasy type of world that i think minecraft is, esp this season will all the lore, it can be really fun to imagine with! but also just really cementing that i don’t see these youtubers in hermitcraft roleplayer servers really any different from an actor taking on a role in a movie ! of course i think these youtubers are also completely entitled to say “hey, i make this content, so please treat my content as such” when they ask for fandoms Not to be shipping and stuff, which i think is completely understandable since youtube content creation IS a bit more personal!
of course that’s my interpretation tho. some people disagree and think that these hermit characters are one and the same with the people making the content (which i can understand, but also it is obvious they tailor their content to BE presented a certain way!). i think the fact that a lot of people have a lot of difficulty finding that line of interpretation and acting on it peacefully is really lost within fandom spaces due to… internet? new age? a variety of reasons probably. so that’s why i’m curious to hear how other people think of it! the thing is, i don’t really think there IS a universal answer for where that line is between content creation and its creator, because literally everyone is different.
thanks for sharing your two cents, i completely agree with you :) i find irl shipping to be pretty invasive and disrespectful of said irl relationships you and i both mentioned, so as such i avoid it. but for me, i don’t see hermitcraft server as irl, but rather it’s roleplaying a lore storyline as these youtubers create their own characters. so while yeah it is a persona made by them, it’s still a fictional and fabricated persona so i don’t really see it as the same as Shipping Them as Content Creators. unfortunately, that causes a lot of rifts between people, & i do wish people could have normal discussions about these kind of things without needing a million disclaimers asking for peace and civility.
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pudgecuddles · 4 years ago
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Fic Recs!
Sorry this took a while to compile, but here you go, just in time for your birthday @chocochub!
I went ahead and tried to describe any triggers or reasons for the rating (sex vs. violence). I’m sorry if I missed anything that makes you uncomfy that‘s the last thing I want!
Also I got really sleepy around the time I was formatting this so sorry if there’s any errors with links, grammar, or trigger warnings. I’ve tried to be as thorough as I can, but many of these I’ve finished over a year ago and can’t recall every theme or possibly upsetting event :(
Red Sky in Morning by GinForInk
Rating: E for Sex, Violence and Loss of Limb
Relationships: TaeJoon, YoonKook
Themes: Pirate AU, Curse AU, Adventure, Supernatural, Mystery, Horror
Summary: Captain Namjoon's cursed crew searches the Caribbean for a ship that can save them, and Namjoon's own men have more magic than they let on.
My notes: Even though there’s sex, it’s less smut and more romantic/stress relief than purposefully pornographic. Very heavy on Supernatural and Adventure. Characters are written very well! Definitely a favorite of mine.
Hijacker’s Island by Gobi17
Rating: T for semi-graphic violence and attempted sexual assault from a villain.
Relationships: None
Themes: Hijack Gone Wrong, Plane Crash, Island Survival, Befriending the Baddies, Psychological Thriller, Mystery, Action
Summary: Jungkook's flight home ends in disaster as a group of hijackers take over the plane, and events quickly spiral out of control.
My Notes: I really loved this one. It was an interactive story where the audience was able to choose what choices Jungkook (the main character) would make. His survival depended on the answers, and I was on the edge of my seat the entire time. There is a lot of platonic character bonding, so no sex, however there is a bad guy that fixates on Kookie that later attempts to sexually assault him. If this is triggering to you please do not read.
Butterfingers by jincherie
Rating: G
Relationships: RM/Reader
Themes: Co-workers, Teachers, Hybrids, Penguin-Hybrid Joon, Heavy Fluff, Penguin Courting uwu
Summary: He had you at the very first pebble he gave you.
My notes: Extremely cute. I’m not usually on for Reader fics as they’re usually rife with unneeded smut and OOC-ness, but I love Namjoon being an awkward, unusual Hybrid and I LOVE cute, animalistic behavior.
Do Not Meddle In The Affairs Of Dragons, For You Are Crunchy And Taste Good With Ketchup by Runchrandom
Rating: T
Relationships: OT7, but Namjoon-centric
Themes: Supernatural, Humor, Crack treated seriously, part of a series, Dragon-Joon
Summary: In which Namjoon is a man who doesn't know what he wants, then accidentally figures it out while turning into a very large lizard.
My notes: Part of a very cute and funny series of Supernatural boyband BTS, navigating their inherent differences and similarities. Also lots of protective Dragon Namjoon taking good care of his Treasures UwU
you have 1 new message by bazooka
Rating: T
Relationship: NamJin (my OTP)
Themes: Humor, Text Fic, Imbedded Pictures, Suspense/Mystery
Summary:
r u n c h r a n d a.
fuck
this is going to sound like the weirdest shit
okay look i used ur selcas to catfish and this older dude is gonna buy me stuff but i have to send him a selca with a peace sign
~ * ~ pingkeu jin ~ * ~
hahahahahahaha wtf
My notes: As someone who steers clear of text fics, this one I actually loved! Very funny and clever, the developing relationship between NamJin is hilarious. It also turns into a mystery/thriller???
(You can only read it if you have an Ao3 account as it’s locked to users only)
Vending Machines and Bad Ideas by smiles
Rating: G
Themes: Blind Dates, Meet Cute, Humor, Rom-Com
Relationships: 2Seok
Summary: Hoseok needed to focus, regroup. He needed to evaluate the situation, weigh his options, and find a solution. He needed to work through this like the capable adult he was. He needed to get his hand out of this stupid vending machine.
My notes: 2Seok is a guilty pleasure of mine lol. This was cute, funny and sweet.
Human by SunShineSwag
Rating: E for Graphic Violence, Many Murders, Sex, Mentions of Past Abuse and Temporary Character Death
Themes: Serial Killer/Dexter AU, Suspense/Mystery, Romance, Crime, Fluff, Hobi Teaches Yoongi How To Emotion™
Relationships: SOPE, NamJin, side VMinKook
Summary: During the day, Yoongi works for the police as a forensic expert.
But when night falls, he becomes a nightmare.
A serial killer.
My notes: Just finished this one and wow I’m so in love! It seems really intimidating from the tags and summary, but I swear it is also super ooey gooey soft and mushy. There is lots of angst, suspense and hurt/comfort, but with a very happy ending! I actually avoided this fic for a few months cause I didn’t think I was in the right headspace for something super dark, but it was actually quite fluffy.
Jungkook’s House for the Wayward Werewolf by Rivertoforever
Rating: T for Non-Sexual Intimacy
Themes: Supernatural, Humor, Hurt/Comfort, slight Dom/sub dynamics, Werewolfs, Very Non-Traditional ABO, Asexual/Poly Relationship, Roomate AUish
Relationships: OT7 but very Jungkook-centric
Summary: Being the only human in a household of werewolves can lead to strange experiences, mixed signals, weird behaviour and a lap full of fur.
My notes: This is one of my favorite stories of all time! It’s unfortunately unfinished and has been for a while, so if you’re not a fan of WIPs this won’t be for you :( Otherwise, I reread it all the time! I remember loving the relationship and dynamic between the characters and how they were all very respectful of JK not wanting to be physical with them. A year later I discover I’m Ace! Haha! I consider this fic one of the many things that pushed me in the right direction. It’s very cute, fluffy and soft!
[And uh... I considered putting this on the list before but thought it was a little too heavy on sex/smut so I took it off, but I’ll leave it here for you to decide. I think that the smut scenes in this fic aren’t necessarily there for “smexy cock fun times” and are more outright statements on gender equality, sociology, informed consent and healthy relationships. Hence why I’ve left it in!]
Mentoring on Marsa by FlyYouFools1
Rating: E for Sex, Firm Dub-Con, Discussion of Non-Con, Violence, Unhealthy Relationships
Themes: ABO, Technically Aliens?, Societal Differences, Culture Shock, Kind of Sugar Baby AU, Viva La Omegan Revolution, Teaching Alphas to Not Be Dicks™, One Big Fat Metaphor for Real Life Gender Discrimination and Systematic Abuse
Relationships: VMinKook, YoonJinNamSeok
Summary: Jungkook comes to the planet Marsa after being promised a full scholarship to Marsa National University. When the scholarship falls through, his academic advisor gives him the number for a mentoring service for newly stranded omegas on Marsa. With rent due, no way home, and no success in finding a job, Jungkook calls the number. The organization sends him Min Yoongi, a fellow omega who's been living on Marsa for 8 years. Yoongi teaches him how to survive. Jungkook's first attempt at survival is alpha couple Jimin and Taehyung.
My notes: This is the really long part one that just finished. It’s 50 chapters of emotional healing, statements on consent, character growth and sneaky omegas. I’m a huge fan of non-traditional ABO fics, and I love when sex is treated not as a “just cause I can”, but as an actual example of gender politics and relationship growth. If anyone is aspec, this might not be the story for you! But if you can mentally push past the idea of sex, I assure you it’s not “porn for the sake of porn”.
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spellbound-banshee · 5 years ago
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Reaching - Peter Parker
hey y’all! before i put the summary or anything i just want to let you guys know that there is a major trigger warning for this fanfiction. it was super hard for me to write, but i think this could be comforting to a lot of people who are struggling especially at a time like this. it’s a self-harm trigger warning, so please do not read this fanfiction if this is going to upset or trigger you. i hope all of you are staying safe during this quarantine and my inbox is always open if you need to talk about anything at all. i love you all, take care of yourselves <3
Request: hi hi! could you possibly write something where reader self-harms and peter finds out? like she fell asleep on his couch n her sleeve rolled up, n he comforts her n promises not to leave her? if this makes you uncomfy and it’s not healthy for you to write i totally understand!! ik this is a pretty heavy subject 😅 i’ve just been not doing good lately n i need petey boy to comfort me n hold me :)) thank u so much love xx
of course i can, and although it’s very hard for me to write i think i’ll be okay. if you need to talk, never hesitate to message me.
Summary: explained above!
Warnings: fluff, trigger warning, mentions of self-harm, descriptions of cuts and trauma, very sad, angst
Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader
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“Hey baby, sorry I’m-” Peter walked into his apartment, immediately taking his mask off as he swung in through the window. He’d been on a nightly patrol and completely forgot about your coming over, but he texted you - and you being the amazing partner you were, understood completely. When it got later and later you started to get worried, but tried to keep yourself occupied with whatever was on the TV. Now, you were sleeping soundly on his couch with the occasional flash of the TV illuminating your face.
He smiled, pressing the spider button in the middle of his suit, causing it to fall to the floor. He picked it up and walked back into his bedroom, picking up a t-shirt to throw over his head, shaking his hair out of it’s pressed-down form. Wanting to let you sleep, he washed his face in the bathroom and washed some of the dirt and grime off his body.
You stirred when he came back into the room, but didn’t wake up, being too tired to even sense him there. He noticed you were wearing one of his sweatshirts, always wondering why as it was summer, and clearly you were hot inside and outside. Nevertheless, he respected your choices when you said you didn’t want to talk about it.
He reached over the couch to find one of the blankets hanging on the back, making a quick move to drape it over you. It was a light blanket, and he figured it would be nice to have something to cuddle with if you were sleeping alone. He noticed one of your hands exposed and in a strange position, and he always liked to come home and kiss your hand whenever you came over. Smiling, he reached for your hand and brung it up to his lips, and the loose sweatshirt on your body caused the sleeve to fall down. He began to chuckle, until he turned your wrist around to start kissing the other side.
It wasn’t super clear in the light, but as his lips touched your skin, he noticed something bumpy and uneven about the texturing of the anatomy, so he pulled back to take a closer look. He gasped when he saw them, lines running down the skin of your wrist, some spread out and some closer together. He wasn’t sure how to react, his tears filled with eyes at the overwhelming amount of emotion plaguing his mind. The anger, the confusion, the sadness, it all meshed together in one big ball.
His gasp startled you awake, and once you got your bearings you squealed and pulled your wrist back, eager to cover what damage had already been done. But he saw them, and he definitely knew what was happening, and by the look on his face, he wasn’t sure how to react. He looked broken, like he was spinning out of control, but overall he just looked sad. Sad that you didn’t feel safe enough to talk to him, sad that he couldn’t see what was going on earlier rather than letting the signs slip right past him. He began to blame himself.
“Peter I-” You started, beginning to draw back on the couch, no longer feeling safe, feeling trapped and pressured even though he hadn’t said anything. “I don’t...” You didn’t know what the hell to say, you were going to tell him, you swore to yourself, but it never felt like the right time. And you definitely didn’t want him to find out like this. 
Peter slowly turned his gaze towards you, tears glossing over his honey-brown eyes, his bottom lip quivering. He felt helpless, he knew nothing in the world would be enough. Or so he thought.
“(Y/n)...” His voice cracked, tears making their way through, “why didn’t you tell me?” That probably wasn’t the best place to start from, but his mind was practically bursting with this new information, struggling on how to process. 
You paused, physically and mentally restrained from answering for a few moments. “I didn’t... I didn’t know how.” Your voice was also cracking, unsure of how to respond to such a question and how you were going to respond to all the questions he probably had to ask. He nodded his head like he understood, but his eyes were still wide and his tears began to flow now.
“(Y/n).” He reached for your hands put you pulled them back, and just that simple movement caused his little heart to break into a thousand bits. “I’m sorry you didn’t feel like you could tell me.” He looked down at his hands, which flopped helplessly in his lap. “I’m sorry I didn’t see the signs, I’m sorry I didn’t see enough to understand what was going on.” He shook his head, running his hand through his hair and feeling lost, utterly lost. “I should’ve been there, I should’ve seen and I’m sorry I didn’t, I’m so sorry.”
“Peter, it’s not your fault.” You decided to get off the couch and kneel with him to be at his level, and now he felt bad for making this about him.
His hesitant hands reached out for you, and though you pulled them back a bit at first, you reluctantly obliged. Carefully, he ran his fingers up the sleeve of your shirt and out of habit, when he pulled your sweatshirt up you flinched and pulled back, “it’s okay, I’m not going to hurt you.” He reassured, even though you didn’t need to hear that to understand - he would never hurt you. He just wanted to find a way to make you feel better, he know he couldn’t heal you or take away your pain, he just wanted to be there.
He saw the lot of them. Some were whitened with age, others seemed new... fresher. His brain short circuited. He couldn’t understand how he could be so blind to the signs if there were any at all, he couldn’t see how someone that seemed so happy could be so... broken. Peter looked up at you, and you were quietly sobbing, unable to maintain eye contact with him, and he could tell. He pulled your sleeve back down, giving the arm a kiss over the sweatshirt and running his thumb over the marks as if to sooth them away.
“Hey, don’t be scared.” He attempted to keep his voice soft and steady, but inside he was breaking apart. “I’m not going to leave, I’m right here.” He let go of your arm, placing it gently back on the couch and shuffled over to your face - he placed his hands on your cheeks and ushered you to look at him. Your cheeks were sticky and you couldn’t stop the tears from forming in your eyes once you saw his. “I want to help you... but I... I don’t know how.” You could hear it in his voice, he was helpless, unprepared, and most of all scared - he could’ve lost you and he wouldn’t have seen it coming.
“Listen, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t know what I would do if I ever lost you.” He took your hands in his, “please, I know it’s hard. But I���m here. If you need me, please just... talk to me. It’s not easy, but... I’m an asset. I can’t stand seeing you hurt especially when you do it to yourself. I love you, (Y/n). With all of my heart.” His voice broke, and he tightened his lips in a thin line, trying to hold it all together. 
“I don’t care where you are, I don’t care what time it is, I don’t care what I’m doing, I’ll come to you. Day or night, rain or shine, I’ll be there. I know I can’t make you promise me you won’t do it again, it takes time to recover and... and you’re going to have relapses.” You sobbed, and once again he tried to keep everything inside, continuing to hold your face softly. “But I want to be there, I’m in this for the long haul, honey. I’ll never leave you, no matter what. I can promise you that.”
You didn’t know what to say, how to thank him, you were so overwhelmed with confirmation and happiness that you were completely tongue-tied. “That was a lot of information I just dumped I’m um,” he rubbed the back of his neck, letting out a chuckle akin to a sob, “I’m sorry.” You shook your head, bringing your hands up to his face as well and wiping away the tears that had fallen during his speech. You ran your fingers through his hair gently, and just smiled down at him, shaking your head.
“Thank you.” Was all you could say, and he could live with that for now. In the morning, he would do nothing but research to figure out ways to help you, he would stay by your side for as long as you needed him, and he would check in - something he forgot to do.
“What can I do for now?” He leaned into your touch, placing one of his hands over yours and rubbing it with his thumb. “Please, just... tell me what you need. Anything I just...” He was overwhelmed, so you just shushed him - both of you were exhausted, emotionally and physically.
“Can you just hold me for now?”
“Of course.” He nodded, wiping the rest of his tears off his face with his flannel sleeve and opening himself up to the blanket. He got behind you on the couch and pulled you into his arms, pressing your back against his chest and placing his head on your shoulder. Peter kissed the fabric of your sweatshirt gently, his hands still trembling and his heart still pounding.
“I love you, Peter. I can’t thank you enough. You’re too kind to me.” You articulated with a yawn, and he smiled down at your tired figure.
“Never.” He whispered, kissing behind your ear and nuzzling against you. “You don’t have to thank me... I love you.” You would start crying again if you had it in you, but instead you just tugged him closer to you, kissing one of the broken knuckles on his hand.
“And I love you.” You mumbled a somewhat coherent response back, already feeling yourself drift off into a slumber. Peter’s eyes were heavy from the tears, and his body felt weighted as he lied with you, unable to fall asleep with you on his mind but body begging for sleep. As he heard your soft snores, he slipped his hand in between yours and kissed your temple.
And he stayed awake to watch over you. Not because he didn’t trust you, or to watch you in a creepy way, just to make sure you wouldn’t leave and to make sure you were always comfortable, dreaming. And in the morning, the sleepless Peter Parker drifted out of your arms and into the kitchen. He prayed nothing major would happen in Queens, and prayed everything would work itself out in your favor.
Because you deserved the world.
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sorry it took so long i had to take breaks :)
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kittybellestark · 4 years ago
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Hi guys I’m nearly at 100 followers so I think it’s time we discuss something important. I know I’ll probably lose followers for posting this but I think it needs to be said. I’m not going to add any tags and I don’t want any of y’all to get the wrong idea here, okay? So please read this through. I’m not trying to hurt anyone or come after them. I just want to give my personal opinion on this topic because as much as love the Irondad fandom and all the work here, there is a lot of drama too.
So let’s talk about Starker for a second.
First things first. I do not ship starker.
Obviously our fandom is most based on mcu canon. Where Peter is a minor throughout the universe and still is. I know that he is technically 21 in ffh and endgame, but we know because of ffh, that those who were snapped are still considered minors. (Flash ordering alcohol on the plane and them not serving him when it became known he was snapped)
For those who aren’t mcu but comic shippers, while I’m not certain on all the universes, I know there are a few where Peter is a full grown adult, so maybe he met Tony as an adult too. I’m not sure. Obviously that is a different story then mcu, so I’m not going to touch on that.
I personally do not ship the idea of Peter and Tony being together romantically or sexually. I don’t want them together or hope for them being together. I don’t think they’d be good together either.
But on that note, not everyone who writes or reads starker fanfic ships them. They are aware that it is wrong. Dark fics exist, non-con fics exist. For those who have followed me and read my work they know I canon that Skip sexually abused Peter at some point. There’s a rape scene in Peter Parker Went Silent, Straightening Things Out’s plot revolves around this unhealthy non-consensual relationship that Peter doesn’t feel he can escape because Skip is in a relationship with May. I don’t ship Peter/Skip but I use it to work through trauma and to create stories that others will read.
There are also so many people who are anti-starker but will also ship spideypool. Again another minor/adult situation. I know it’s canon established that Peter and Tony have a father-son relationship as it’s been confirmed multiple times over by RDJ and Tom Holland. But guys. Spideypool. In the MCU (as he is to be introduced soon, Ryan Reynolds is on the cast list for Dr Strange) DeadPool is an adult.
Again though, if you’re shipping based on comics where they are introduced as adults it’s a different story.
But to get back to my point, as writers we use these characters to project sometimes. I’ve projected on Peter in nearly all the fics and headcanons I’ve written. I’ve read dark fics too. At the end of the day it’s all art. People still read Lolita and the Handmaids Tale and all these other actual published works of fiction that have these terrible no good, should never be shipped relationships.
As a writer I use Peter to explore myself. He is based off what I am feel at any given time. While most of the things that I write about Peter don’t actually happen to me in real life, I use those situations I’ve written to deal with what has happened to me.
So maybe the people who write and read starker are also working through things. Maybe as a minor they were in an unhealthy relationship with an adult who should have known better. And maybe they see Peter and think ‘this character is relatable to him and I am processing things so this is what I will write about.’
The beauty of this app is we don’t know the people behind the screen.
I don’t ship Starker. I will never write starker. I don’t read Starker. Because I use mcu Peter and Tony and it makes me uncomfy.
We don’t know these other people. We cannot judge them. And we should never ever be rude and use words that can harm someone else, especially when we don’t know. We will never know what the writer is going through so we shouldn’t judge them.
If people actually, genuinely want Peter and Tony in and actual sexual and romantic relationship, that bothers me. But people who are writing things just to write and expand their abilities as a writer, or someone reading something because it shows up on their feed? I’m not going to attack them for it.
I don’t like Starker. I don’t ship it. People who do genuinely want them together sets off a red flag for me, especially when it’s mcu. To me it’s like wanting Lolita and Frank La Salle. Or June and Fred.
But guys. Not once have I ever been attacked for writing about Peter being assaulted by Skip. No one has sent me hate messages or wished the worst on me for writing Straightening Things Out, where Peter literally thinks Skip is helping him and doing the right thing. Not once have I felt unwelcomed to this fandom because I use Skip where another writer might use Tony instead.
So please, please do not wish harm on others. You can have your opinions. That is okay. We all have them. But don’t jump to conclusions that you don’t have any information of other than a tag. People pay and consume dark media, here people don’t pay and consume or write dark media.
I know it’s easy because you can’t see the other person. But please think before you post because sometimes ya’ll are saying things that are uncalled for.
I’m not condoning minor/adult relationships in real life. That is pedophilia and if you are a minor please know that adult who is telling you how mature you are and how much they love spending time with you and wants to be in a relationship doesn’t have your best interests at heart. No adult should ever call you hot or be turned on by you. A 22 year old should never be attracted to a 14 year old or 17 year old. That relationship is not consensual and please please please find an adult who can get you out of an unsafe relationship. And also a 14 year old and a 16 or 17 year old in a relationship genuinely a problem. Adults know relationships with minors are wrong. Even large age gaps in relationships can be extremely unhealthy
Leonardo DiCaprio never dating anyone over the age of 25, and knowing his last girlfriend since she was a minor for example. That is obviously very unhealthy pedophilic and of course grooming. Hugh Hefner having wives that are so much younger than him too. That’s not healthy, it’s scary.
But for those of you who have been in those situations as I know way too many people who when we were in highschool were in relationships with adults, you are allowed to write about it with any character you want, however you want. If you’re a person who hasn’t ever been in a relationship like that but wanting to expand on things you write and learn new skills to see if you can properly convey what is happening in a relationship such as Peter/Tony, you can do that too.
Wanting Peter and Tony together is the red flag, writing Peter and Tony together because you’re a writer and it’s hard to write a relationship where it’s obviously not healthy and Peter doesnt see the problem with it? That’s just writing. There’s trigger warnings and tags.
But let’s also be aware for those of us who canon Peter being Bi, there is also a pretty good chance that Tony Stark™️ was Peter’s sexual awakening. Like before he ever met Tony. I was 12 and in love with older male celebrities, it’s just a reality and maybe this was something that happening with Peter, it’s fiction who knows.
And on an unrelated thought if this irondad thing was real life we wouldn’t be romanticizing it. If this was Elon Musk who took on a personal intern, despite not being known for that, the intern is a child still in highschool, gets picked up from school by Elon to go to Tesla 3 days a week and then sleeps over at his house on weekends we would all be scarred. We would either think oh this child is Elon’s family, or we would think omg Elon is a sexual predator. Irondad is a weird thing for us to like. It is. We wouldn’t like it very much in real life. That’s a fact. But we are projecting. As writers and readers it’s what we do.
At the end of the day this is fiction and fan fiction. I’m not going to attack someone for liking something I don’t. I’m a full grown adult it makes my adult brain feel weird about the whole situation. That’s me. When I was in highschool I read adult/minor relationships even though I knew they were wrong and unhealthy because that’s what would show up on my dash. If any of my followers read/write starker it’s their business not my own, they like what they like and I like what I like. We interpret things differently and that’s okay.
Please stop attacking people, especially when you don’t have the full story. And also someone expressing their dislike to a ship isn’t an attack on those who do ship the relationship. So take a moment and breathe and think before posting anything.
To reiterate: this is just my opinion on things. Ships are complicated. I’m not trying to attack anyone or saying all people who write/read starker are doing it because they have trauma, there are many different reasons why a person may do so. There are also many different reasons why someone might ship starker. I don’t know these reasons but I don’t agree with the ship and that’s my own business. As a person who doesn’t ship starker I will never know some of these reasons and that’s okay. Just because I see shipping starker as a red flag doesn’t mean it is for everyone. Treat People With Kindness and please don’t attack or do anything that can be harmful just because someone’s views does not align with yours.
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ninja-go-to-therapy · 4 years ago
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Humiliation, Take 2
The original has haunted me since about December 25th 2019 so here have this rewrite
Summary: I really don’t think a summary is necessary but fine. Cole wakes up numb, being carried by a stranger. It only goes downhill from there.
Trigger Warnings: minor pet whump, dehumanization, creepy/intimate  whumper, Koshiro in general, and just like... general uncomfy vibes associated with the aforementioned warnings. If that sounds like it would bother you, please don’t read!
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Cole woke up feeling... strange. He could feel his body moving, being rocked up and down, almost. Everything was numb.
He fought to open his eyes. They were so heavy, and it was almost nice to just sit here, wherever he was, and let the rocking feeling drag him back to sleep.
Almost.
He blinked slowly, even the dark sky too bright for him. It felt like daytime, he thought, but everything was a stormy grey. 
There was a canopy of trees up above, snow falling through and coating the ground.
If he could feel his body, he would probably be shivering. 
His head was against something solid and kind of fabricy and - oh, was he being carried? That explained the weird rocking, it was whoever was holding him, just walking. What had happened, anyway?
“Wha’s going on?” He mumbled, his words slurred and slippery. Whoever was carrying him didn’t respond.
This time, Cole was certain he had shivered. He wasn’t dressed properly for the weather whatsoever, and shit he was cold.
Had he gotten injured in a fight? No, he couldn’t remember fighting. Actually, he couldn’t remember much of anything. He remembered the ninja all splitting up for the day to search for information about... what had they been working on, again?
That was it. Nothing past that. How had he ended up here?
“Put me down,” he slurred, but once again, whoever was carrying him didn’t respond.
For the first few minutes, he allowed himself to believe that it was one of his friends who was carrying him, perhaps because he’d been wounded somehow?
Something felt funny around his hands.
He stared.
His wrists were handcuffed. Handcuffs, he reasoned to himself in his clouded mind, were not a very good sign.
Wait... he knew he needed to just nudge together the pieces, but he honestly just wanted to go back to sleep and worry about it when he woke up. He was so tired... and confused... and handcuffed, that seemed important.
Wait, this sounded kind of like a kidnapping.
Oh shit.
“Let me go,” he said, but his mouth was full of cotton, his limbs were made of lead.
Whoever was carrying him chuckled. Like, an actual chuckle. Why did bad guys always chuckle?
The trees disappeared, and the sky was vast and open and wide, and fuck, now there was a lot more snow.
Whoever was carrying him set him down, ever so gentle. In the snow. Where it was literally freezing.
It was so cold he almost didn’t care. He was pretty sure that was bad.
Cole struggled to stand, or at least sit up, but he was stuck on his back, staring up at the gray sky, and for the first time he really sympathized with turtles. Maybe VSCO girls had it right.
He flopped his head side to side, at first to get the hair out of his eyes, and then in a poor attempt to look at his surroundings. His eyes first fell on his kidnapper. 
Something about him seemed... familiar. Cole couldn’t put his finger on it. He decided if it was really that important, he would remember what it was.
His captor seemed relatively young — maybe in his late twenties? He wasn’t sure.
He was wearing a dark coat and a beanie, his hair peaking out. He was Asian, with dark hair and eyes to match. He was almost attractive — though he would probably be more attractive if he wasn’t a kidnapper. You know, setting the bar high.
He was just... staring at him. Not saying anything, not moving, just staring down at him with a creepy grin.
Uncomfortable, Cole flopped his head to the other side to see what else was around him. From what he could tell, he was in a clearing, trees on all sides. In the clearing was what appeared to be a little house. Nothing too magnificent, in fact, it almost looked cozy.
Towards the edge of the clearing was an odd wooden pole with a little piece at the top that jutted out horizontally, and then a piece at the end of that, shorter than the horizontal one, that went up vertically. It looked like it would be good for hanging things. But what would you even hang with a thing like that?
His captor sat down beside him, brushing the hair away from Cole’s face. It was much too intimate for a kidnapper, and Cole found himself wishing he could move away.
“Morning, pet,” he murmured, stroking Cole’s hair with a fondness that left Cole feeling even more uncomfortable. 
He shook his head away, but his captor just followed him.
“We have a lot of work to do,” he said, and something about the way he said it filled Cole with dread.
He picked Cole up again with a level of care that was really starting to freak him out. What the hell did this guy even want with him? How had he kidnapped him, anyway? He looked completely ordinary. Completely ordinary people generally didn’t kidnap ninja.
It wasn’t until his handcuffs were hooked from the stupid wooden pole that he realized what it was good for hanging, which, as it turned out, was people. His feet were just barely off the ground, and if he pointed his toes then he could just touch the top of the snow.
“You’re gonna be so pretty,” his captor said, touching his cheek with some sort of twisted, condescending fondness. He was taller than Cole, but not by much. He was just the right height to be about even with him while Cole was being suspended.
“Lemme down...” Cole slurred, weakly kicking his legs. Of course, it hardly did anything, and he was left feeling much like a fish caught on a hook.
“You’re adorable,” his captor grinned, petting his hair. “Now, be a good boy and stay here.” With that, he turned on his heal and went straight inside the house.
The world was quiet, like someone had muted it with a TV remote. The only sound Cole could really hear was his own heart pounding. No birds chirped and no wind whistled, and he almost found himself wanting his captor to come back, if only to fill the silence with something.
Still, since he was alone, it was probably the right moment for a daring escape. Which would probably be a lot easier if he could feel his legs.
He swung himself on the pole, attempting to use the momentum to edge closer to the end of the horizontal piece. He forgot, unfortunately, about the stupid little vertical piece at the end. Perfect for keeping a victim from escaping. Dammit.
Still, ninja never quit, and so he tried to get his feet to touch the ground so he could lift the chain on the handcuffs over it... or something.
Which, as all things were, was easier said than done.
Feeling was very slowly returning to him. Stupidly, the most prominent thing he could feel was the strain on his arms. It wasn’t terrible yet, he’d certainly willingly dangled for longer (he was a ninja, for the first master’s sake), but it was different when he wasn’t holding himself up. The handcuffs bit into his skin awfully like this.
His captor came back out, holding a large box. Distantly, with his head full of fuzz, Cole wondered what was in it.
He didn’t have to wait long to find out.
His captor pulled a pocket knife from it. Oh man, if he was going to be stabbed, couldn’t it at least be while he wasn’t dangling? This just seemed cruel.
The blade was brought to his neck. Cole clenched his teeth, having resigned himself to the pain that was to come, but then his captor spoke.
“Hold still now, pet, we wouldn’t want to make a mess.”
And then the knife was slicing through his shirt. And he was no genius, but he was pretty sure that was different than being stabbed. 
Fuck, shit, other curse words, damn this was colder than anything he’d ever felt. The cold hit him so hard his vision went white. He couldn’t feel anything, his mind and his body were detached from each other, he was going to freeze to death.
Something wrapping around his neck brought Cole back. He couldn’t tell what it was, especially not with his eyes squeezed shut like it would keep the cold out. But it was odd, and scratchy, and kind of felt like the tinsel he’d helped put up around the monastery the other day.
Wait...
He opened his eyes, but kept them squinted.
“What are you doing?” Cole slurred, jerking his neck in a pathetic attempt to get it off. His captor just laughed, continuing to wrap the tinsel around him.
It was tied right, almost digging into his skin. It was looped and knotted and when one string of it was gone, another was pulled from the box and began where the last ended. 
The strain on his arms only increased.
Why?
What the hell did this guy have to gain from — from dressing him like a Christmas tree?
“You’re doing so well, you’re gonna look so pretty for me,” his captor murmured against his ear.
Cole shuddered. This guy was fucking psychotic. He’d lost his mind — or maybe he’d never had a mind to lose in the first place.
When the tinsel was gone, out of the box came Christmas lights. It wasn’t hard to figure out what would be done with them.
The lights were wrapped around him even tighter than the tinsel was,  each knot accompanied by a sadistic bit of praise from his captor. “So pretty,” his captor would say, “you’re so, so pretty, pet...”
The worst part was that Cole couldn’t do anything about it. His body refused to obey him, the most he could do was flop his legs back and forth, which, needless to say, accomplished nothing.
“Why are you doing this?” He asked, his words barely finding their way out of his mouth.
His captor shrugged. “Symbolism.”
“Huh?”
“Why get yourself a few meaningless presents when you could get yourself something even better than the whole tree? Something you know you’ll actually enjoy, that you’ve been wanting for such a very long time.”
He didn’t like that he was apparently what this guy “wanted”.
His captor ran a hand through Cole’s messy hair. Cole wanted so desperately to tell the guy to fuck off or kick him in the groin, but somehow, he didn’t think it would accomplish much.
He was so cold and he couldn’t access his powers — were the handcuffs vengestone, or was it whatever was slowing down his brain and turning it to mush?
He was shivering so hard that his entire body was practically spasming.
“Almost done, pet, just a minute longer.”
“Don’ call me that,” he mumbled.
His captor stopped. He gripped Cole’s chin harshly, eyes narrowed.
“I will call you whatever I want, pet,” he said, jerking Cole’s head up. “You’re mine now.”
What the fuck what the fuck what the fu—
The lights were finished off and out of the box came a star shaped tree topper.
What the hell was wrong with this guy?
The topper was placed on top of the pole.
“There we are,” he captor said, like he wasn’t committing the weirdest, most uncomfortable act of torture Cole had ever been put through. “Look at you... tied up all pretty for me like a Christmas tree... what would your little friends say?”
They would help him. They would save him. They wouldn’t think it was his fault.
“They’d think it was pathetic. They’d think you’re pathetic.”
No they wouldn’t.
“But I, pet, I would never think so low of you. I know what you can be. I can help you become that. Become perfect.”
Cole glared at him.
“You weren’t meant to be a ninja, no. A good ninja would never let himself be so vulnerable.”
His friends would understand. They would...
“Hell, a good ninja would never let himself get captured like this in the first place. A good ninja wouldn’t let his guard down.”
He couldn’t even remember what had happened. Was it his fault this was happening?
“You’re a waste of a ninja. I doubt your so-called friends even plan to waste their time looking.”
He was wrong. He was wrong. His friends cared about him.
He knew this man was crazy, was trying to get inside his head. But his thoughts betrayed him, and he couldn’t stop himself from spiraling into truly considering the idea. Of course his friends cared, but... they had forgotten him when he was a ghost. They had let him get captured before without even telling him the plan. They had left him, all alone, to die, in that cold, dark, horrible cloud — 
“Oh, you’re so pretty when you cry.”
Shit! It had only been a few minutes and he was already succumbing to this guy’s twisted words. The ninja wouldn’t give up on him, they were family.
“Don’t you worry, pet. They may not have cared, but I do. You’re mine.” As if to reiterate his point, his captor traced his fingers down Cole’s face delicately.
Cole tried to shake him off, but it got him nowhere.
“So pretty,” his captor hummed, going back to the box and pulling out a camera.
“I’ll have you all trained up in no time. Just you wait.”
Tears were pushing at the back of his eyes again and he couldn’t find the energy to repress them. His face was burning as he cried, whether from shame or lack of oxygen he didn’t know. Maybe both.
He hated the way this man talked to him. He hated being practically naked, tied up, powerless. 
“Now smile for the camera, pet.”
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shea-morgan · 4 years ago
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Discord Text & Short Para Thread
WHO: Jace & Shea ( @jace-matthews )​
WHEN: August 30th
WHAT: After Jace breaks the news of his break up and in the midst of party planning for next weekend, they end up having an emotional sleepover in khai’s guest bedroom lol
TRIGGER WARNINGS: -crinnge emoooootions
MENTIONS:
Very briefly: @aaronhart93 @romanbeckett @lorencourtier 
talk about @malakhai-ozera @dammitdorian
Jace are you okay?
Shea. yeah
Jace you promise?
Shea. I will be eventually
Jace Whats wrong
Shea. have fun at your party
Jace shea it’s next weekend
Shea. okay my statement still stands
Jace so fucking talk to me. Please
Shea. I am
Jace Whats wrong
Shea. Nothing
Jace alright whatever
Shea. I’m just saying I can’t go to your party
Jace why the fuck not
Shea. Aaron & Roman
Jace whatever
Shea. you really think it’s a good idea for me to show up?
Jace I really could not give a rats ass if they want you there or not. It’s my house
Shea. will there be alcohol?
Jace some
Shea. yeah
Jace k.
Shea. Jace
Jace what shea?
Shea. all I do is make you mad
Jace I’m not mad. I’m just annoyed You give one worded answers like you have lost the ability of how to speak to me I’m not a stranger
Shea. I’m afraid and I’m confused
Jace what are you so afraid of babe?
Shea. I don’t have words for that right now
Jace okay then I guess I’m goin to bed
Shea. wait
Jace yes?
Shea. do you still love loren?
Jace I’ll always love him but he’s not my person
Shea. can you come here?
Jace yes i can
Shea. can you ... sleep here?
Jace yes I can
Shea. good
Jace give me 5 minutes
.... 5 minutes later.
Jace pulling up to Shea’s place, Jace took a deep breath, getting out in just his joggers and walking towards the entrance of his place, taking the stairs and knocking on the door.
Shea. It was moments after the knock that Shea pulled the door opened to see Jace. He didn’t know what he even planned to do, but found himself closing the space between them and pulling Jace into a hug. A tight hug.
Jace Jace was nearly still, his glasses fogging up the minute his tears started flowing down his face. He had yet to cry. And he was holding it in. It was always “be strong Jace” but he just couldn’t, breaking down in Shea’s arms and hugging him back
Shea. Shea couldn’t see Jace’s face, but he could feel him break down. So he didn’t pull away he just held Jace for as long as he needdd. He let his chin rest over his shoulder and didn’t say anything. There wasn’t anything to say, as long as Jace knew it was okay to let it out on Shea.
Jace he finally pulled back, using the sleeve of his hoodie to wipe his face and smiled at Shea. “Thank you.” He said clearing his throat. “I don’t uh...normally do that”
Shea. He let go of Jace, offering a small half smile back to him, meeting his gaze. “Yeah... me either,” he replied, reaching out to pull him inside.
Jace he followed, smiling that he was at Khai’s spot and not just actually chilling on a couch. “We just going to bed?”
Shea. Shea walked over to the bedroom he was staying in, the comforter already pulled back like he already was in it. Which he was  briefly. “Oh... do you not want to go to bed?” He asked, turning to look back at him.
Jace he snickered, pulling off his glasses and plopping right into the bed and sighing happily. “Honestly it’s what I need”
Shea. Shea crawled back into the bed beside Jace after a moment. “Yeah me too,” he said. “I didn’t want to sleep here alone again.”
Jace “you don’t ever have to do that again” he said truthfully, crawling under the covers and bringing the covers up to his neck as he turned on his side
Shea. “what are you saying?” He asked, letting himself to get close to jace, getting comfy under the covers.
Jace he shrugged. “Like if you need me to stay again, I will.” He cleared his throat. “But I think Khai is back tomorrow”
Shea. Moved his head to snuggle in closer, letting his lips and nose rest on Jace’s shoulder and let his heavy eyes flutter shut. “Yeah... remind me never to take a vacation with a girlfriend or boyfriend or whatever,” he muttered. It was stil so strange to be saying words like boyfriend and admitting he liked Jace. Although really only him and khai were aware.
Jace “it’s not terrible.” He said smiling as he felt shea now much closer to him. “Why? Is Khai and Dorian not having a good time either?” He asked, just curious.
Shea. He sighed lightly, and opened his eyes again. “I ... shouldn’t say anything,” he shook his head a little bit. “It’s between him and Dorian.”
Jace “He already told me some things so I’m sure he might say more. But I won’t pry.” He assured him, sighing a little to himself
Shea. Shea picked up his head a little bit to look at Jace and then rest it on a pillow. “Yeah, I’m aware he told you things,” he said. “Snitching on me about not sleeping here.”
Jace “I just wanted you to have a full size bed.” He said truthfully, turning around to face shea. “I didn’t like the idea of you on a couch”
Shea. Shea bit down on his bottom lip for a long moment. Meeting Jace's eyes when he turned over and faced him. "I'm surprised you like the idea of me at all," He muttered. But he was being honest.
Jace "I've liked the idea of you for a really long time." Jace finally muttered, looking up at shea as his lip pressed into a hard line, a little thrown at how deep this conversation was starting to get
Shea. As much as it felt good to hear someone say that to him and mean it, especially Jace, it still hurt. Because Jace didn't know him. Yeah he knew the mistake he made with the knife. But he didn't know nearly enough of his life leading up to that moment. "You like the idea of who I'm trying to be."
Jace "Or maybe I like the person I was getting to know." Jace replied, sighing to himself as he turned back on his side and faced the wall, letting his eyes close as he tried to just collect his own thoughts.
Shea. He sighed to himself. "I'm trying so hard, Jace," He said. He was now looking at his back.
Jace "Yeah because you want to better yourself. But you're not doing it for me. You're doing it for yourself." He admitted, taking a deep breath before turning to look at him again. "Just the time spent with you, I couldn't help how i felt." He shrugged. "But i kept it to myself because i didn't want to make you uncomfy or make you feel like i was constantly trying to come on to you. The times I did, you literally shut it down so I just stopped trying."
Shea. "I don't understand... that's supposed to be a good thing right?" He said. He watched Jace turn back over, and Shea shifted to prop his head up on his elbow. "I never thought you would try to keep coming onto me," he said. "That's not why I shut it down."
Jace "I never said it was a bad thing." He shrugged and then sighed as he looked up at him. "Yeah but if you put yourself in my shoes, you shutting it down as many times as you did, it's only fair that I stop myself before i liked you even more. I was protecting myself."
Shea. He was quiet now, for a long moment. It felt like forever while he tried to think of something to say other than he knew. But that’s what came out anyway, “yeah, I know. I get it.”
Jace Jace just scanned over Shea's face before rolling over on his  and staring up at the ceiling as his arm laid pressed behind his head. "okay." he breathed out, chewing his bottom lip as he just got lost in his own head.
Shea. “what are you thinking about?” He asked Jace. He meant besides the obvious.
Jace "Just everything." He shrugged. "Nothing crazy important." He said, turning to look at shea and giving him a half-hearted smile. "I'm just glad I can be here."
Shea. “Me too,” he replied. He dropped his head and let it rest on his arm now. “I’m sorry about fighting you... in the stairwell. I know I already apologized but I just want to say it again.”
Jace “it’s okay.” He responded, looking over at Shea and giving him a even more gentle smile. “I’m just glad you did. It’s all good.”
Shea. “Can we just ... go slow,” he said. He didn’t even know where that came from. It just came out. But he meant it. They weren’t exactly talking about them and whatever their relationship was at the moment.
Jace “whatever pace you want.” Jace shrugged, knowing they weren’t even officially doing anything but he was content if that’s what shea wanted to be one day. “It’s probably for the best since i just got out of something anyways.” He added.
Shea. “Yeah, it’s better that day,” he said. “I’m sorry about Loren.” He added. “When you wanna talk about it, I’m here.”
Jace “thank you.” He said, taking a deep breath as he felt the build up of tears again. “I’m good for now though”
Shea. “Okay,” Shea nodded a little. He could avoid that subject until it wasn’t sensitive. “Are you tired?”
Jace “of being emotional? Yes.” He snickered. “And yes I’m tired but....not sure if I’m ready to sleep”
Shea. He couldnt help but laugh a little. “Okay, yeah... same.” He replied. He didn’t mean it that way but it was relatable. “I thought I was ready too, but I did sleep through the night and all morning.”
Jace “I’m just good to lay here in silence.” He shrugged. “Or lay like we were...” he said to him truthfully as he turned to look at him. “That was nice.”
Shea. “like we were?” He asked. But that was a dumb question. Shea moved to get comfortable and closer to Jace again. “You’re the one that turned over.”
Jace he laughed “I move a lot. I’m sorry.” He said, facing shea and smiling. “You really are so handsome. I hope you know.”
Shea. Shea reached over and pulled Jace closer. “Well I sleep like a rock,” he said. “Even with a black eye?” He asked, even though it was healing mostly by now.
Jace “I mean once I’m asleep, that’s a different story”. He assured him and then nodded. “Yes, even with a black eye.” He smiled, running his thumb over the area, gently
Shea. It didn’t hurt much anymore to touch his eye, so he let Jace touch him. He slowly offered a small half smile. “I think Im going to keep working for khai for now,” he told him honestly.
Jace “i think that would be a great idea.” He told him, slowly bringing his hand back into his own chest and looking at Shea. “Is he gonna pay you that much every time though?”
Shea. “I told him I want a steady job,” he said. “I don’t know if I’m supposed to be sharing this so it’s between you and me, but I think he’s going to open a restaurant. I told him I want a real job there.”
Jace “he actually did tell me that!” Jace said happily. “I think that would be a great job for you, baby”
Shea. “I’ve been looking so hard for jobs,” he admitted. “No one wants to hire someone fresh out of jail.... and on bail for that matter.”
Jace “well actually working for Khai will be good for you.” He smiled, placing his hand over Shea’s. “It’ll be a good start”
Shea. He slowly took in a breath and let it out slowly, “yeah.” She’s so badly didn’t want to accept Khai’s hand out jobs. But it was all he had right now. It was something. Shea had to accept that.
Jace he could tell this wasn’t something shea wanted to do. But it would be good for him. Squeezing his hand, he gave him a half smile and closed his eyes for a moment
Shea. Eventually Shea tucked his head down again and rested his cheek ontop of their hands. “Is he going to tell you everytime he pays me?”
Jace “Eh I doubt that.” He snickered, using his index finger to stroke Shea’s cheek. “I just needed to make sure you were okay.”
Shea. “I’ll be okay,” he said. “I’m still alive aren’t I?”
Jace “thank god.” He breathed out, bringing their hands to his mouth and kissing the back of Shea’s hand, smiling against it
Shea. He watched Jace kiss his hand. It was a little more soothing than he expected such a small act to be. He smiled a little bit.
Jace he looked up at Shea, smiling right back at him. He didn’t even really know what else to do, scooting in even closer as he pressed his forehead to the others
Shea. He blinked, his heart beat spiking at the same time when Jace got closer to press his forehead to Shea’s. Shea normally felt calm around him but it was a whole different playing field when he did things like this. Not that they’d ever been this close face to face before.
Jace he knew this was new for shea but he didn’t dare move. He kept his head locked in place, kissing the back of Shea’s hand once more as he kept his eyes completely shut
Shea. Shea didn’t move away. There was a whole mixture of emotions swirling through him. Did he wanna throw up? Or was that just that weird adrenaline rush in his stomach? Or maybe he wanted to cry. He really couldn’t get it under control so he just laid there quietly close to jace, because despite the confusion, he knew he didn’t actually want to move. Eventually he let his eyes close and whispered, “this is better than jail.”
Jace “if you feel trapped....just tell me.” He finally said, still lying there as still as he could
Shea. “No I don’t feel trapped,” he assured him.
Jace he nodded, scared to take this any further. He was so afraid to put him in a bad position. Or an awkward one. That wasn’t who he was
Shea. Started to feel relaxed after a few more moments, his eyes still closed. He pulled the covers up over his shoulders, and moved his free hand to drape over Jace’s side. He could definitely fall asleep like this and be content.
Jace he pulled shea over and into his chest, kissing the top of his head as they both lied there for a moment, his eyes still closed, just taking him in.
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taytcanterbury · 4 years ago
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The same goes for cats are free to come in a towel.It's this reason why cat owners can no longer in a consistent and you'll need to be altered.Finally, you'll want to do all sorts of birds, reptiles and rodents.You can even personalize your cat has been done.If you use food as some commercial brands are.
Female cats also produces a weigh problem in the waste or litter box as his territory.Scratching provides a small kitty feel uncomfy and unwelcome.A cat without claws is at play, it's up to you and your family is very common in males who have adopted feral ways.If your pet and home of the spot with masking tape.Bottom line: Keep a bottle of spray that smells the problem worse.
Let me illustrate with an alternate place to scratch, but not with you.If the cat taking retaliation by urinating or you may be time for your animals represent a small paper bag, put some other remedy.Take time with the spray would surely put them on the furniture.Reward good behavior, not bad for both you and it frustrates them no end.Never hit the cat, like moving, adding new animals or family members to your geriatric cats or even walk in the bladder which will give your cat will cost you a clear indication your animal has a place to call a phone number on the area you want to redirect your cat's behaviour can be socialized as well as odor.
Urine penetrates into absorbent material, for example when they are in heat often displays strange behavior, with distinct howls and pained writhing so be prepared for the pet store and get a prescribed medicine from your stove, cover the area with a cat has urinated as cats require a trip to the litter box next to impossible to stop the marking behavior as soon as they stretch the muscles in their new life as well as ovarian or uterine cancer along with each other.Do you plan to keep in mind that a high-quality, unscented clumping litter is the communication element of the hardest stains to remove, I wont go into too much to bear.Just as kids and adults are actually removing the triggers are.The surface should also call your cat's paws in the morning expecting food can be quite hard to beat.Feed kitty right, and he will soon learn that there is a shock to them!
Where possible, like over vegetable rows, protect garden patches by covering it with water every time he is a good one.No cat can go outside to relieve these reactions so you can keep in mind and clean his litter box or can't easily access it, she probably won't ever want to punish instead of the bowl.Most cats do slow with age, lose interest quickly.Best of all, spaying is a learning mode so it is tough to control unwanted behavior.c. White vinegar ~ vinegar is a feline you have to teach it proper household behavior.
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A dog might manage it, with proper dietary combinations, but not catmint which has urine soaked in.Owners also get hives that appear roughly half an hour after exposure to various chemicals could make one of these problems can be de-clawed to rid your home he has been shown to be well cared for by volunteers since the problem tend to be best for you and do only what they do best.A cat will respond to a vet for their well-being and safety.Even spaying and getting then neutered will tend to return to.If your other family members, especially the vertical surfaces.
Taking cats to go about your future cat, do you have an older cat, it may affect your play time with the hair around the cat's fur.It's this reason why most pet shops also prevent humans from tripping!So do kitty a favor and treat bar, they decided to do it yourself.Shade in the desired areas and scabs, and sometimes it is mixed well, store it in some cases there is nothing worse than any other animal.Some of the urine, as well as you find appropriate so that a few tips to minimize any jealousy in your multi-cat household.
Another product I often suggest to use litter tray towards the back of a feral cat population control program so that, if they do it, discourage them without causing any damage to furniture and rip off carpets.You must know before you introduce your new boyfriend's shoes with his problems.Occasionally, a cat loving person in this case, the animals conditions look poor, walk away!! Animals kept in secure containers and in the act of play fighting is the cat box, which can help remove these parasites.A simple method that has a bacterial infection.Very often though, cats who never go outside.
Once you have to provide one more than others, and you'll see that the domestic cats first appeared in ancient Egypt.So there may be times that they all need to sharpen their claws.Make sure your pet cat, you are cleaning the mess by scratching away at your local library and pick him up and may need to rule over its perceived territory.All those pictures of cats is of the skin for the half hour a day which may occur as early as 8 weeks of age.For their qualities of intelligence and smartness.
Posts are made to fall into bed after a short exploration, she was a neutered male.After that there was no way willing to care for long and healthy relationship with your cat feel under threat.The spray version should be aware of this.He gets his biting out that way simply because cats often don't react to the veterinarian regularly for at least ten minutes does not stop them from coming in.Cats are excellent hunters, as any cat pet training, it must be frequently re-applied with the process.
She never wanted to live with them and let the treats and rewards, everyone agrees that cats are territorial, separate feeding areas etc...Anything you buy needs to be quick to learn about what cleaning products that claim to its intelligence and being generally happy to go about eliminating cat urine smell is to make obnoxious howling noises and can jump or climb fences or trees next to her food and water handy.Cat furniture and powders that are often used along with stress and insecurity or territoriality or dominance behavior, it is still tearing up the last option may seem, it can be quite cautious, even with people they've lived with for years.Bitter apple spray is used, it is important to cat-proof your home should become less enthusiastic about food and canned food.The repetition of this condition, which makes it more bad-tempered.So the quicker you reach that spot, and do not have room for your feline friends.
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You get a feline spraying has something to their sense of smell, and our furniture.Young trees should have a crisis of conscience; should I have discovered over the surface area with salt water afterwards so no infection develops.Once the cat from getting out, it can't be helped.You should channel this aggressive cat behavior problem, we have two litters of up to 4-6 weeks.No matter how active your cat is about to change your cats for the night.
You just need to act like the toilet can be contagious.Next, use either a cat that has built up plaque.It might be necessary to work well and give them to jump and chew them.And cats survive in almost all cats will become precious memories and reminders of times when he wants to rule out underlying health issues besides the allergic reaction.What can you continue to do something about Christmas that caused this abrupt change in behaviour is the process of castration in male cats to the round or other adult cats.
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