#I hope this site doesn't hurt me for this.. I did my best!!

[babyhatesreality]

What if maybe stucky had a day off for the first time in awhile and they planned on spending it w/ reader. She was really looking forward to it. But maybe one of the caregivers asked them to watch their little for the day last minute bc they were called away on a mission. Stucky accidentally ignores reader all day and just really hurts her feelings. Maybe they spoil the other little let them pick the movie and lunch etc. How would they make it up to reader?

-M

Hi M! First off, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH for being so patient. I'm so so sorry it has taken me so long to get to your amazing thoughts and questions. So let's dive in <3

What A Day

Pairing: Daddy!Stucky x little f!reader

Warnings: DDLG (SSC), f! reader, reader is named but name scarcely used, pet names, language, anxiety, very upset Peter (but not at reader), angst, misunderstanding, frustrations, scolding, threat of punishment, tears, fluffity fluff fluff fluff, everything gets worked out in the end because I always need a happy ending.

A/N- not my best writing style, I'm sorry, words are hard right now. But I love you all and want to try to get these requests out for you all, so I hope you like it anyways.

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Today was the day! You were all set to spend the day together, just you and your daddies. You were so excited, you had been looking forward to it for the longest time. You all had tried to plan stuff before this, and something always came up. Every time. But not today! No way, not today!

Until it did.

Tony and Pepper received a very-last-minute summons to the White House to 'discuss some urgent matters' as Pepper put it or bail their asses out, as Tony put it. There was no way they could bring Peter, who was feeling extra little and clingy, so Steve, seeing their panic, volunteered to take him for the day, since you'd all planned on being at home anyways and the rest of the team were out on assignment.

You were a bit disappointed, but Petey was your best friend in the world, so this was going to be fun, right? Well......

When they dropped Peter off, he was definitely in a littler headspace than you had even seen him. He was crying hard in Steve's arms as Tony and Pepper left (both trying their hardest not to well up).

You tried to help, patting him on the leg and offering him Emma Bear or Pipsqueak to hold, but he didn't want either of them and tried to bat your hand away.

This shocked you a bit, but Bucky picked you up and whispered in your ear that Peter just needed a little extra attention right now. You nodded in understanding, and as soon as Bucky set you back down, you set off to your playroom, determined to find things to make him smile.

When you got back though- your arms full of toys and stuffies that you knew he'd like- you were a bit surprised to see both Steve and Bucky on the couch, side by side, comforting and holding Peter. You dropped your toys on the floor, wanting to come be a part of the cuddle party, but the noise scared Peter who started to cry again.

"Baby, you need to be more careful," Steve scolded very gently, knowing you hadn't done it on purpose. "I know you're trying to help, but Peter doesn't like loud noises right now. Please go put your toys back."

You started to protest that you had only picked out toys to be nice, but Bucky cut you off. "Go put 'em up, love, you heard Papa." It was a gentle tone, but you knew better than to try to argue.

Trying to be quiet, you carefully put them back slowly. But every time you came back to the room, you eyed your daddies meaningfully, hoping they'd ask you to be a part of the cuddle party, but they were so focused on keeping the little boy calm that they missed it entirely.

Once you were done, you quietly came over with Pipsqueak, holding him out to Peter, who took him, but turned his face back into Steve's chest. Feeling both frustrated and a little jealous, you said, "You s'posed to say 'tank you'." Peter just whined in reply.

This time, Steve looked at you sternly. "Baby, please don't upset Peter right now. He's feeling very little and needs quiet."

"But he didn't say tank you and you always say I gotta use my manners..."

Bucky picked you up before you caused Peter to start crying again, and started carrying you down the hallway to your playroom. "Listen up, angel, Peter is too young and upset to remember manners right now, and you're being loud when we've asked you to quiet down. Why don't you stay and play in here for a while until Peter is feeling better?" He set you down in the playroom and quickly shut the door before you had a chance to say anything.

You felt like you were being punished, even though you'd never get to stay in your playroom with all your toys when you were actually being punished. But you couldn't help but feel that way. Your daddies weren't spending any time with you now, and your bestie was treating you like you were mean, and it wasn't fair at all.

Bucky came to get you about an hour later for lunch. You were disappointed when you found that lunch was already made, because you loved it when you got to stir the mac and cheese. But when you were eating and Steve started telling Peter what a good job he'd done stirring, you got mad.

You shoved yourself off your chair and got exactly one step away before Bucky picked you up and plopped you back down. "You haven't been excused, little girl," he said a bit sharply, getting tired of your antics. You glowered as once again you were being asked to have manners when Peter didn't have to. Bucky made you sit there until all your lunch was eaten, which was well after Peter and Steve finished theirs and left to go watch a movie together.

You got even angrier when they picked a different movie than the one that you all were supposed to watch today, but you were still stuck in your dumb chair and couldn't do anything about it. Bucky had to threaten you with a time out and early bedtime before you finally finished eating. And once you did, he gave you a little talking-to about your attitude before taking your hand and bringing you over to the couch to watch the movie with them.

What you saw when you got there stopped you cold.

Steve had wrapped Peter up in your special yellow weighted blanket. Now, normally this wouldn't be a big deal, as you always wanted to share with your bestie, but this was YOUR special blanket for when you were feeling upset or overstimulated or needed comfort- and right now, you were definitely feeling all three.

"Dat's my special blanket," you said, pointing and mumbling. You didn't want to be loud or 'keep having an attitude', but this was just too much.

The look of disappointment in Steve's eyes hurt your heart. "Honey, we share in this house," he said, making you feel even worse. "You know that."

You couldn't stop the tears from overflowing at this point. "I alweady gave him my whole day!" you sobbed, before turning around and running to your room. You didn't slam your door- you'd only get in more trouble- but you pushed it mostly shut before diving into your stuffies, pulling Jellybean in close, and continuing to sob.

You heard a soft knock on your door a few moments later. "Baby, it's Daddy. May I come in please?" You only buried yourself deeper into your furry friends, afraid that Daddy was going to scold you again.

Bucky slowly opened the door, and his heart shattered at seeing you crying into all your stuffed animals. "I'm gonna come in, okay?" he added softly, stepping forward gently. If you really didn't want him in there, he would leave, but as you gave no indication one way or the other, he came in quietly and sat on the foot of your bed.

Once your tears and sobs slowed down, you risked a peek at Daddy in between Jellybean's soft fluffy ears. His face broke into a sad smile once he saw your red eyes. "Hey there, Trouble," he said gently. "Can Daddy hold you please?"

You didn't want another talking-to about your attitude, so you obediently pushed yourself up and crawled over to him. But when he pulled you onto his lap and cuddled you to his chest, like he did when he was comforting you, you suddenly realized that you weren't in trouble- that he really did want to just hold you. And the tears started all over again.

Bucky just held on, rocking you gently, rubbing your back, squeezing you tight when the tears turned into sobs, pressing soft kisses onto the top of your head. Once you cried yourself out, he plucked a tissue from the bedside table and held it to your face so you could blow. He mopped you up, still cuddling you all the while. "I'm really sorry you didn't get your day with us, Trouble," he said softly. "And I'm sorry that Papa and I were so focused on Peter and didn't see how upset you were. We weren't very nice to you today, were we?"

Sniffing mightily, you rubbed your nose with the back of your hand, resting your tired and aching head on Daddy's chest. "You was twying to help Petey. I sowwy I was bad and loud and mean," you mumbled.

"Baby, you were NOT bad or mean. You were loud, but that's just you- and we like you that way," Bucky said, finally grinning, which made you giggle. "I know that you were trying to help, and I'm sorry that I didn't have the patience to see that, and that we left you on your own today when we were trying to take care of Peter. So how about this? You and I can take some R&R together right now, just you and me, and then we can figure out everything else afterwards?"

Absolutely exhausted, you just nodded, falling asleep in Daddy's arms before he could even lay you down. And true to his word, he stayed with you for your whole nap, cuddling you and running his fingers through your hair.

After you all had naps, Peter was feeling much better, and the four of you played legos and dinosaurs in the living room until Tony and Pepper came home. It was a relief to Bucky and Steve, who had quietly worried that this was going to mess up Peter's and your friendship. But as always, after a good nap, things seemed brighter and you both were back to the giggling troublemakers you usually were, playing happily and noisily until Peter went home.

After you all had eaten supper, Papa cuddled you on his lap, apologizing too, and the three of you had a really good talk (with you still in younger space) about all of you feeling jealously, frustrations, and angry feelings, and being safe to calmly tell each other. They also helped work out some hand signals for you in case you went non-verbal or couldn't find the right words to tell them how you were feeling. You felt like a much happier baby after new ways to help you express yourself, and gleefully accepted Papa's cuddles all night (since Daddy had gotten them all to himself during nap time, he argued it was his turn).

The next day, Fury had blocked every single message to your daddies as well as access to your floor (barring emergency protocols, but ya know) making sure that you all truly had the whole day to yourselves. Daddy made your favorite cinnamon and sugar french toast for breakfast, which he fed to you bite by bite while you wiggled with energy.

The three of you went to your favorite quiet park out of the city, where you joyfully screamed down the slide, scrambled up the net ladder, giggled rocking back and forth on the bouncy animals, and had a contest with your daddies to see who could swing you the highest. THAT was the best.

You had a picnic lunch and had a blast bouncing back and forth between your daddies, insisting on feeding them blueberries one at a time. For some reason, that absolutely tickled you to no end, and you ended up laughing your head off the entire time. You fell asleep in your seat on the way home, and woke up in your bed. You found your daddies and the three of you drew pictures and colored together, then made a blanket fort in the living room for later.

Papa let you help him make dinner, and while it wasn't stirring- mac-and-cheese, it was still really fun. And then they both surprised you with being able to make a batch of your favorites- chocolate chip cookies! Right after the cookies cooled just enough, you FINALLY got to watch your movie, snuggled in between the two of them in your blanket fort, munching on the delicious treats.

Papa gave you a bath, letting you pick out both bubbles and a bath bomb, and Daddy put on your lotion and helped you pick out jammies and your nighttime books. You fell asleep in the crook of Bucky's arm, safe and warm, the three of you now more bonded than ever.

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[gavisuntiedboot]

Dim the lights (Gavi x Reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are here

Day 5: Holding Hands

"If you play Titi me pregunto again, I will crash this car."

Your laugh rang loudly through the car. Pedri smiled cheekily, leaning one arm against the window, the other gripping the steering wheel. The windows of the mini Cooper were rolled down, letting in the warm air of the summer night in Barcelona. Bad Bunny was streaming through the speakers, creating an excited vibe in the small vehicle.

"But it's his best song! Come on, even Ale agrees, and he doesn't even like Bad Bunny."

Alejandro looked up from his phone in the back seat. He has been scrolling through Instagram to quell his anger at being made to sit in the back seat. "Please stop telling people I don't like Bad Bunny. It's really hurting my social reputation."

Pedri swerved into the parking space outside the cinema. The stars had finally aligned for you to hang out with Pedri for the first time in months. He opened your car door, helping you step out, and then falling in step beside you into the cinema. You had met Pedri several years ago at a COVID testing site you were working at to make some extra money. He had to wait for about 4 hours to get his results. In that time period, you sparked up a conversation. He leaned against the chair in the clinic, legs spread comfortably, easily passing 4 hours while chatting with you. You exchanged phone numbers at the end.

"Is it okay if I save you in my phone as Pedri?"' "No offense, but no one would believe that you have my phone number."

Since then, you and Pedri had gotten closer as friends. He was sarcastic and dryly funny, a sense of humor that you could easily relate to. You tried to hang out at least once a month, but it was difficult with your school schedule and with him being an international football superstar. Most times, you went over to his place, hanging out with him and his teammates. It was at one of these hangout that you had first met Pablo.

You had pulled up to the house, a case of beer in one hand, and pounding on the door in the other. "Pepi, open the door! This beer is heavy and I'm a delicate and frail woma-"

The door swung open, and it wasn't Pedri. Pablo Gavi stood there, leaning against the frame of the door. His brows were scrunched together (as usual), and he looked you up and down, yelling over his shoulder, "Pedri, who is the woman banging down your door?" Pedri came over quickly, spying you over Pablo's shoulder. "Hermano, at least help her with the beer. This is y/n, she's one of my friends."

Surprising as it was to hear that Pedri had friends outside of the club, Gavi stepped aside, allowing Pedri to grab the case from your arms. You followed the boys inside as Gavi fell back dramatically onto the couch, and you took the spot beside him. He flinched, looking at you with bewilderment. "Are you afraid of women, Pablo?" "How do you know my name?" "Did you forget that you're famous?"

Pablo cracked a smile. He liked that you were able to fire back at him quickly, keeping up with his fiery and fast-paced nature. He exchanged numbers with you that day, getting your Playstation info to challenge you in Fifa 22, ego still bruised from how bad you had beaten him last time. He was like a schoolboy with a crush: always finding odd moments to text you. He referenced inside jokes the two of you had on his Instagram. He was, as the kids would say, whipped. But he had yet to build up the courage to ask you to hang out - just the two of you.

You walked into the cinema, laughing with Pedri and Alejandro, and Gavi's eyes lit up. ""y/n!" He called out, walking up to you with his hands in his pocket. He hoped the move made him look cool, even though it was to hide the slight tremble that he developed when he was around you. "Hello to you too Hermano!" Alejandro yelled at Pablo, who had forgotten to meet his two teammates that you had walked in with. "Where is Ferran?" "Right here Pepi, rest easy, no need to miss me." Ferran held 5 tickets above his head, reaching into the popcorn bucket in Pablo's hand. "Y'all ready to scream?"

The group had gathered to watch "Bones and All". Movies were an easy pastime, as no one would recognize the guys in the dark of the theater. You had been salivating over Timothee Chalamet the entire car ride over. As you shuffled into the theater, you found yourself at the middle of the group, sitting in the row next to Pedri and Ale.

"Hermano, switch with y/n." Gavi said. He was sitting beside Pedri at the end of the row.

You looked up at Gavi, confusion on your face. "Why?"

"Because Pedri eats popcorn and you don't. I don't want to hear you complaining the whole time that you're acting as a courier."

"Fine. But I will be salivating over how fine Timothee is for all 2.5 hours of this movie. So I don't want to hear a word from you Pablito."

He let out a breathy laugh like this watching as you sat beside him. He took this moment to stare at your side profile. He loved the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, crinkling at the edges. He traced the curve of your lips with his gaze, watching intently as your tongue poked out to wet them. A few minutes later the lights in the theater dimmed.

You brought one leg up, making yourself more comfortable, and causing you to lean slightly into Pablo.

"You're gonna thirst over him already? He's not even on screen. You're such a simp." He whispered to you. You looked over at him, meeting his eyes even in the dark. "Don't be jealous Gavi. Someone will thirst after you eventually."

The movie began, and you sat back to watch intently. You brought your hand to rest at your side, brushing against Pablo's in the process. He flinched away from the touch like he had been electrocuted. You met his eyes in the dark, trying to silently apologize, when you felt him grab your hand. You continued to look at him, now confused, as he laced your fingers together.

"Your hands are cold." He whispered in your ear, causing a shiver to run down your spine. This interaction had caught Pedri's attention, who sat beside you, and he glanced at the two of you with a look of "Please shut up and stop being weird". You tried your best to ignore how hot your cheeks felt, sitting back against the chair. You were no longer paying attention to the movie on the screen, but rather to the warmth of Pablo's hand against yours. He started to caress the back of your hand with his thumb, and you thought you would explode.

Did you think Pablo was attractive? Absolutely. You had eyes. Had you felt a spark between the two of you in the time you had gotten to know each other? Also yes. Did you ever expect Pablo to make a move so bold when he was sitting around all his friends, given he had never hung out with you alone? Not in a million years. When the movie ended, Gavi quickly separated his hand from yours as to not be caught once the lights came back on. Your face was hot, and it was obvious you were anxious. Pedri asked if you were feeling okay, a small smirk playing on his lips, as if he could read your mind.

"Yeah I'm fine, just ready to go home."

Pedri, Ale and Ferran glanced at each other, as they had all planned to go out for drinks. You told the to go, and Pedri tossed you his car keys, reminding you that you didn't make enough to get him a new one if it crashed. You let out a forced laugh, trying to play it cool.

"I'll go with her, make sure she drives safe."

"You might encourage her to drive off the road, Pablo."

The group laughed, and once you said your goodbyes, you and Pablo walked over to Pedri's car at the back of the dark lot. You went to the driver's seat, but before you could unlock it, you felt two arms around you, caging you to the door of the car. You turned to face Pablo, and he pressed his forehead against yours - lips an inch away from meeting.

"Wow Pablo. First you go seven or eight months without daring to see me alone, and then you hold my hand and get in a car with me on the same night? Have you been drinking?"

His breath fanned across your face as he laughed. His gaze shifted between your eyes and your lips, and his chest heaved slightly with the weight of his breathing. You could tell he was on edge - nervous about ruining this charged friendship you two had developed.

"I've been wanting to do that for a while, but you've never given me the chance."

"You never asked." Your heart was hammering in your chest, your back against the door of the car. He took another step towards you, cupping your face in his hands.

"Alright, then let me ask now: can I kiss you?"

You bit your lip and looked up at him, feeling more shy than you ever have in your life. You tried to lean up and capture his lips with yours, but he pulled his face away.

"I asked, bonita. Now I need an answer."

"Yes."

Despite you answering at just above a whisper, Pablo heard the response loud and clear, practically ringing in his ears. He brought your face to his, closing the gap and kissing you passionately. You grabbed the front of his shirt in fist fulls, trying to bring him even closer, kissing him with a hunger you didn't know you had. You kept him close, barely breathing, and biting at his bottom lip, making him moan out slightly. Once you both pulled back for air, he rested his forehead against yours again, he looked you deep in the eye, pushing your hair behind your ear.

"Pablo... we should probably not do this in public where people can take photos."

"You're right... Pedri's house is going to be free for the next couple hours, and you have his keys."

Your friendship with Pablo had been broken forever, but it had now ben replaced with something different, something better: a place for your romantic feelings to grow. You had also broken some laws and driven way over some speed limits on the way back to Pedri's, but you could worry about that when you weren't making out with one of the hottest Spanish men alive, who kissed you like you were the air that filled his lungs.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A/N: Hey y'all - thanks for tuning into day 5! Tried to make it a little longer. I just wanted to take this opportunity to thank everyone who has read and enjoyed my writing. On Wednesday I posted a Gavi oneshot inspired by the headache I was feeling that day. Today (Sunday), that imagine is on over 300 notes. I am overwhelmed by all the love and support, and hope you guys continue to enjoy!

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[not-goldy]

Hi - what are your thoughts on Jimin's letter? I'm aware I'm projecting, but it reads to me like he's doing the classic behaviour of "hiding in plain site" with regards to the information he's shared, in many areas.

When I'm struggling with my mental health, I'll be honest about how I'm feeling, but in a way that - if you don't read between the lines - could read casual or light-hearted. That's the vibe I got from Jimin's letter. "Laughter through pain", if you will.

It reads to me that he's doing his very best (as expected) but is nonetheless struggling in that environment.

I'm incredibly glad that JK is with him and that he is getting the support we've seen JK give him so many times over the years. Glued together, indeed.

Tbh, reading that letter made me want to give Jimin a hug.

😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔😔

This hurts more than I care to admit

You are not wrong though.

But I think he's saving his experiences for later when he's out. He's gonna tell us all about it when it's over. For now he's gonna have to stay strong for us him and Kook. If he tells us how much that place is affecting him we might storm the place and break him out damn all repercussions.

He's not throwing tea parties in there. And for all those fake stans who cook up narratives straight out of their ass and would rather stretch their brains because they can't admit when they are wrong- I hope they feel stupid now that Jimin himself is admitting how Jungkook's companionship is what is getting him through it.

The nerve of them to ask, "what is Jungkook going to do for him he is strong and independent"

Uhmmm how about his SOURCE OF STRENGTH??? And the only reason he isn't going insane in there??

I love that he wrote to us.

Jimin is definitely the kind to expect you to read between the nice he doesn't like to create unnecessary drama. when he was in the group he did the same a lot which is why I called him Mr kumbaya, hakuna Matata everything's great while he slowly bleeds inside 🥲

I hope in his next letter he gives us a much needed virtual hug🥺💜

[star-light-imagines]

Bakugo x quirkless reader that uses alot of support items to get by in the hero course. (Gender neutral)

Bakugo and the reader spar for the first time and the reader ends up beating him.

How would bakugo end up reacting to the loss?

┊ ┊ ⋆˚  Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy it! This was my first time writing a battle scene so I got really excited.

┊ ┊ ⋆˚ The reader is part class 1-B and they end up sparing during the joint training arc, bakugo's team doesn't win this time around.

Notice Me.

⋆ ★ Included- katsuki bakugo x reader. class 1-A/class 1-B training arc. season 5 spoilers. battle scenes. eventual fluff. bonus content.

⋆ ☆ Warnings- gn! reader. katsuki bakugo cussing. !season 5 spoilers! tense battle scenes. blood. bakugo mildly hurt. reader mildly hurt.

⋆ ★ Word Count- 4,972

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'You're quirkless.'

'Pick another dream kid.'

'Give up already.'

'Don't you get it? You will never be a hero.'

The memories coursed through your mind on repeat, throughout your whole life there has never been one person who truly thought you could become a hero, much less get accepted into the U.A. Hero Course. You had never let other people's opinions deter you, being a hero was your dream and you weren't going to give up no matter how hard you fought for it.

After you didn't develop a quirk at five years old your parents had taken you to the doctor, only for you to be diagnosed as quirkless. You had been devastated at first, but you never gave up hope that you could still become a hero and the major reason why you decided to keep going was Best Jeanist.

You've always looked up to Best Jeanist, even before you found out you were quirkless. He wasn't as flashy or strong as All Might but watching him made you feel that anything was possible as long as you worked for it. He became a goal for you to reach and eventually surpass someday, and you never looked back as you continued to fight and claw inch by inch towards that finish line.

After the U.A. Sports Festival, The number 4 hero had sent a request for you to intern with him and you had been over the moon for days. How could you not be? Your favorite hero noticed you and saw enough potential in you to take you into his agency and mentor you. The excitement did die down when you noticed Bakugo was there as well, you would watch him from afar. You had already realized how strong the explosive blonde was from the festival and was amazed at the sheer amount of strength he possessed.

Something about Katsuki Bakugo reminded you of all the people who would refuse to notice your determination, your strength towards becoming a hero and take it seriously. He never once looked at you during the festival or the internship, as if he didn't even realize you were there. While you would get on site training, he would be getting reformed. The image of any angry pomeranian at the groomers had you holding back laughter each time you saw him with combed hair.

Nevertheless, over the months you kept watching from the sidelines as he grew stronger and faced each challenge with ease. The sight stirred at your heart, he was motivating you to try even harder than you already were. The gap widened between you two, the sinking feeling in your heart as you raced to reach where he was but never quite getting there was gnawing at you.

If I could just get him to look at me...

Determination rushed through your veins as you prepared for your match. Bakugo was a fierce opponent when it came to strength , speed, and intellect. If your team was going to win, you would have to have a strategy. The team circled, mumbling in hushed voices over what the best course of action was.

"Do you really think this is going to work?" Togaru doubted.

"It has to." Setsuna assured him.

"I believe it will work, especially with y/n on the team." Kojiro boasted with praise.

"Thank you Kojiro, I won't let you down. I won't let any of you down. We will win for sure."

A stern look overtook your features, eyebrows furrowed and jaw clenched as you focused. A gentle hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, Setsuna smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening upon meeting yours.

"You don't need to prove anything to us y/n, we know how strong you are. This plan won't work without you, so let's show class 1-A how much we've grown okay?!"

A bright smile formed on your lips as you all happily started to walk to the beginning position for the match in Ground Gamma.

Confidence started to take over the insecure thoughts that had once plagued your mind, you have worked just as hard as anyone else if not more. You had gotten stronger, found equipment that was more essential than before and honed in on your skills. This is your chance at proving without a doubt you deserved the spot you have the hero course.

Maybe if I can get him to notice me then...

If I could finally get him to acknowledge me...

･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　

The bitter winter wind buzzed around the students as the groups from Class 1-A and Class 1-B got into position. Bakugo's team was desperately still trying to come together with a plan in the last few moments before the match began.

"They have y/n, so it would be easiest to capture them first! However since they are the weakest link they might hide, Jiro could always use her quirk to locate them though." Sero contemplated deep in thought.

"I don't think y/n will be as easy to capture as you think, they are definitely stronger than back at the sports festival." Jiro breathed out.

The conversation finally caught Bakugo's attention from where he was standing, he gazed at the group before him and scoffed in annoyance.

"Heh! Who?"

"Jesus Bakugo, do you even remember anyone from class 1-B? Y/N the quirkless student who was using all the support items in the sports festival." Sero sighed in annoyance, then explained.

"You're worried about a quirkless wannabe? Are you kidding me?!"

He clicked his tongue with frustration , crimson red eyes glaring holes into his teammates before he continued.

"We leave them for last, they are obviously going to rely on their team for safety so we take it from them. Now listen up, this is what we are going to do."

Bakugo demanded their attention while laying out his plans for the match ahead, making sure everyone knew their roles in the team and that he would be the one to lead them to victory. Soon after he finished explaining, the siren blared through Ground Gamma causing both teams to rush into action.

He charges through the arena, deafening explosions shaking the ground as he goes. His eyes quickly darted over the area searching for the rival team as he moved further ahead from his group, he glanced over his shoulder to see them racing to keep up with his increasing speed. A large smirk formed on his lips, his ash blonde hair covering his eyes as he looked down for a moment with satisfaction at the team following his lead.

Movement from the corner of his eyes caught his attention, breaking his prideful thoughts and returning his attention to the battle ahead of them.

THERE!" Bakugo roared letting out a loud explosion from his palm as he placed himself on a pipe below his feet. "EARS!"

"It's Jiro!"

His eyes scanned the area as he waited for her to locate the whereabouts for their opponents, The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as the tension in the air grew thick through the silence. His hands crackled in anticipation of an attack at any moment, when Jiro's voice broke his concentration.

"SHE GOT ME!" She screamed eyes wide in frustration at the realization they were in a trap.

Bakugo grunted out a non verbal response before Setsuna voice appeared next to him, he quickly reacted throwing his arm defensively towards the voice only to see a mouth talking to him. Cackles echoed off the metal pipes as Setsuna laughed at bewilderment she had caused in the explosive blonde, noticing how his red eyes had gone wide at the use of her quirk.

"It's over now, I used Jiro's search ability against her." Setsuna snickered in glee.

Sero acted quickly, his tape zigzagged the structures surrounding them acting as a barricade and a form of protection from the other team. His pulse raced with adrenaline as his eyes searched the area, keeping a lookout for their blind spots when he noticed movement not too far away.

"Bakugo, over here!"

The blonde snarled out in annoyance at the trap his team had been led into, his brows knitted and his nostrils flared as he breathed out in frustration.

Kojiro had taken his opportunity to spread adhesive glue on Sero's tape and surrounding area, effectively trapping them in the confined space they occupied.

"Shoot, it backfired!" Sero bleated.

A sharp sound of metal scraping had attracted their attention towards Togaru who was heading towards the pipes directly over their heads. He sliced through the pipes effortlessly, sending them flying down towards the team. The pipes were ones specifically attached with Sero's tape and the adhesive glue, the realization hit them that if they were to be touched that would be the end of the match.

Sato, prepared to sacrifice himself in order for the others to get away, rushed in front of Sero and Jiro, hands raised in anticipation from the collision. Explosions blasted the sliced metal away with a resounding silence as the pipes crashed into the ground, scattered debris flying from the harsh impact. Sato's eyes widened as he turned to see Bakugo's hands still outstretched towards him while he dogged Setsuna's body parts.

"Bakugo!" They cheered in amazement.

"I'll start with Jiro!" Togaru advertised, as he rushed towards the girl.

Jiro gasped as the hard boot came into contact with her back pushing her out of the way of impact. Bakugo's palms crackled as he lined up his hand with the blade user, his voice thundered off the walls as he set off multiple rounds of explosions.

"I'VE GOTTEN EVEN STRONGER!"

The team recuperated for a moment while the other group stalled in their attacks, taking in the information they gained about Class 1-B from the brief capture attempt. Anger and determination etched into Bakugo's face as his pupils flared with rage, a muscle in his jaw clenched tightly as he spoke.

"I've decided. I will have complete victory in every fight"

"4-0, no injuries! That's how someone who's really strong wins!"

Motivation renewed among his teammates as they listened to his determination, they rushed forward into action once more. Bakugo explosions propelled him into the air as he maneuvered his way around the terrain, wild red eyes searching for his first victim. Sero watched in amazement while eyebrows furrowed in thought, his mind plaguing him that something about the situation at hand was wrong.

"Jiro, are you able to pinpoint y/n's location?" He questioned suddenly.

"Huh? Wait, no I don't hear them at all."

"I have a bad feeling about this. that sneak attack would have been the perfect moment for them to show up and assist the team, don't you think?"

"Maybe you were right in the beginning and they are safely hidden away?" She repeated his words from before the match as her shoulders lifted slightly.

"Hm." His eyes looked into the distance while his mind raced to piece together their strategy.

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Bakugo chased after Kojiro blind with rage as sent explosions flying towards the glue hero who kept escaping narrowly. His explosive bursts of smoke had constricted his vision as he was led down a dark pathway, not paying as much attention to his surroundings as he should have been.

You were perched high on a steel 6ft staff that you placed in preparation between the two buildings. The area allowed enough darkness to block your figure from view if the opponent was moving fast enough to not look carefully, the black stealth bodysuit as your hero costume also aided in the ability to hide from searching eyes.

The explosions rumbled through Ground Gamma, the closer he got to your location the more the buildings shook from the force. You breathed in slightly, your movements still balanced on the staff as you concealed your presence to the oncoming threat. You watched from above as your gaze calmly landed on Bakugo, the fierce blonde being led right into your trap. Kojiro spun around on his heels, suddenly throwing Bakugo off guard as he escaped to the roof above.

"KEH! STOP RUNNING YOU COWARD!" Bakugo snarled nostrils flaring as he reached out his palm to the retreating figure in his view.

"I would be more worried about yourself." You whispered , your hands gripping the staff as you whirled your body around picking up momentum from the sudden movement before releasing your grip and hurling yourself towards him.

Your foot inched closer towards him as you posed for maximum impact, he narrowly dodged moments before your foot would have hit his spine. Your lightweight steel toe boots instead made contact with the wall behind him, the impact caused the cement to crack as the building rumbled at the force dust and debris filling the air around you.

His face contorted into a scowl hiding the brief moment of shock that rushed through his facial features. He hadn't noticed you and wasn't expecting the attack you had launched at him, the only thing that had saved him was his impressive response time to your movements. He eyed you through the smoke, your eyes were trained on him, calm and unnerving that caused his mind to race.

Who is this extra?!

Why wasn't I able to sense their presence until moments before the attack?

His eyes examined the damage to the wall and how there was now a crumbling hole where your foot had made impact, the ground still shaking from the force you had used.

Did you have a power type quirk?

He couldn't shake the feeling he was missing something as he analyzed the opponent before him, you seemed familiar in a way as he continued to stare at you in silence. Your h/c blowing around your face from the cold wind, causing your cheeks to turn a rosy hue just barely noticeable under the slim fabric of the mask covering the area around your e/c eyes and top of your cheekbones. You had seemed so oddly familiar but as he searched through his memories he couldn't quite place you, it irritated him further as he gritted his teeth sending rapid fire explosions your way.

"GET OUT OF MY WAY!"

The steel staff had dislodged from its place between the buildings upon the quaking from the ongoing battle. It fell towards the ground collapsing into its condensed travel form, you maneuvered through the explosions as you retrieved the staff hitting the button on the side for it to extend back out. As the rod rushed out into the 6ft length once more it had hit the ground launching you to a safe distance away from the explosions. You took a quick breath before flipping your wrist and aiming towards a position behind Bakugo's line of vision, the Kevlar Wrist Shooter shot out a thin thread and dart at an incomprehensible speed. His eyes couldn't keep up with your movements as the strong thread swung you along, it barely being noticeable to the naked eye without light reflecting off the thread and with the darkness of the area it seemed almost invisible.

"You've lost Bakugo. Give up now." you declared suddenly showing up at his side the steel staff raised defensively against his neck.

He scoffed. "Are you afraid you face me head on?! You keep fucking attacking when my back is turned!"

He side turned to face you amusement played on his lips before he grabbed the staff with one hand and sent a powerful explosion towards your face sending you flying backwards. The staff was ripped from your hands as he threw it far in the distance.

"AH! I KNOW NOW!" He jeered, eyes blazing widely in your direction as your head hit the ground.

"You must be the quirkless wannabe! HAHA!" He mocked with a laugh as he watched you lay on the ground, the explosion had ripped your mask in half revealing more of your face.

"I'm not going to go easy on you just because you are quirkless, prepare to die!" His voice boomed out as he moved towards you recklessly.

His movements stopped suddenly, the silence filling the air after his voice had died out. You looked up at him barely containing the happiness you were feeling in that moment, a smirk forming as you took in his confused expression when his movements were constricted.

"I wouldn't move too much! It's thin kevlar thread, the strongest thread available on the market, can't melt and it's basically unbreakable. Since it's so fine the more you struggle and force your way out the more harm you'll do to your body, so if you don't want to lose that arm stop struggling."

When you had first picked the spot of the trap, you had placed a few lines of kevlar in different areas to confine him from leaving easily once he got there, and once you had him trapped you had placed reinforcements all around him to suppress his movements even more. He just needed to get tangled in one in order for your plan to come into fruition, there wouldn't be much he could do after that.

"FUCK OFF!" He roared out in frustration, his wrist snapping against the thin thread he tangled himself into as he let out more rounds of explosions.

Blood trickled down from the cuts forming on his arms at the movement as he hissed in pain. You finally stood up recovering from the earlier blow to your head, you glanced his way and sighed in annoyance knowing he wouldn't make this easy.

"I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!" He screamed pulling the pin on his gauntlets letting out a powerful explosion.

He managed to escape from his unseen bindings during the explosion, shredding the sleeves of his costume in the process and destroying one of his gauntlets. He breathed heavily the stinging pain darting through his body not only from over using his quirk, but from the thin cuts the thread had caused over the length of his arms and legs.

His mouth twisted into rage as he took in the damage you had caused, pops crackled in his palms as his fingers twitched in anticipation.

A quirkless nobody had trapped him.

No, a quirkless nobody had managed to make him bleed!

The thought caused his blood to boil as anger flooded his thoughts, he raced towards you lifting his remaining gauntlet as he pulled the pin aimed in your direction. You had narrowly escaped the wild attempt at you before dozens of separate explosions went off around you, the sheer force of them sending you flying as the debris ripped at your skin and costume.

Blood trickled down a cut on your cheek, dirt and dust covering you head to toe as you coughed out viciously grasping onto air. Your body had been thrown into one of your own kevlar traps causing the threads to sting at your skin from the impact.

"You aren't the only one who knows how to set a trap! While you were busy maneuvering from my explosions to get your staff I placed grenade bombs around the area!" He boasted in pride.

Upon looking at your beat up figure he scoffed at the sight of your broken wrist shooters, he had purposely aimed for them in the last explosion after realizing how they worked.

"KEH! Without your equipment you have nothing, you are nothing!" He taunted as he walked closer.

"That's not true!" You bite back acidly.

"It is, you have no weapons left! You are just a useless excuse of a hero!"

The taunting echoed through your mind as you screamed in frustration, he was only a few steps away from you now lifting up his hand to pull the finishing move. The cuts on your arms bleed heavily as you ripped them from the tangled trap of thread they had been placed in, you will yourself to move through the piercing pain as you stomped your feet hard on the cement ground. Your boots buzzed as they let out a whoosh of air impact propelling you into the air as you aim your steel knuckle duster towards your target.

The momentum rushed towards Bakugo at an unexpected speed, he had no time to counteract as your fist made an impact with his face. The slim steel knuckle duster sending out a cracking sound before the impact of the punch caused the stun gun add on to react. Within seconds it released a bright light of electricity as it ran through Bakugo's body, his muscles contracted from the sudden onslaught of electricity coursing through his veins as he fell to the ground.

You had stumbled to your feet as the air lift your boots had given you ran out and your body started to grow unsteady at the blood loss. Hands defensively reached out in preparation for another attack from the explosive blonde only to be met with silence. Your eyes glanced towards the ground where he was groaning in pain trying to move his body.

"MY NAME IS Y/N AND I AM A HERO!" You shout with as much energy as you can muster as you lean against a wall for support.

His eyes darted towards your lazily as he faded in and out of consciousness, taking in your battered worn out form with the tired bright smile placed on your lips. He grunted in response frustrated as he tried to move his arms but they wouldn't listen to his desperate command.

"You notice me yet Bakugo!? I'm as much of a threat as Todoroki is for the number one spot, don't ever forget that!"

He faded out of consciousness at your proclamation, darkness over taking his thoughts with the last thing he saw being your face beat up but bubbled with laughter. The bright e/c eyes shining in the light as a few stray tears rolled down your cheeks in satisfaction of your achievement.

Notice you?

Of course he noticed you.

How could he ever not notice you?

How did he go so long without realizing your existence?

Not only were you quirkless but in the hero course, you were somehow stronger than him. Managing to bring him down with your strategic planning and willpower to succeed, even if you had to use support equipment to do it there were plenty of people he's fought with quirks and tools and they had still lost against him. However, you were different from them and did the impossible proving how strong you truly were.

Watching you throughout the battle motivated him, pushed him to keep going. He wanted to do better, prove to you he could throw back anything you threw at him, not hold back punches no matter how much of a monster he may look like against a quirkless student. He would have to rematch you eventually, and then he will show you just how much stronger he had gotten from this match.

His thoughts raced back to you and how you shined beautifully among the unsettled smoke, how your happy smile stirred something in his heart that he couldn't quite place in the darkness of his subconscious.

So beautiful.

You are so beautiful and powerful.

He hated losing, but maybe it wasn't so bad to lose to you.

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｡･ﾟﾟ･ Bonus Scene:

Class 1-A and 1-B had decided to celebrate the hard work shown in the joint training session with a party. The dormitory was filled with laughter as the students mingled and gushed over each other's abilities they had shown hours before.

Bakugo watched you from afar as you laughed lightheartedly at something Setsuna had said, your cheeks still rosy from enduring the cold weather for so long outside. A jab at his side forced him to turn his gaze away from you and to the red haired intrusion now at his side.

"What do you want 'shitty hair'?" He barked his question out.

Kirishima laughed in response as he placed his arm over the blonde's shoulders, glancing at you from across the room before making eye contact with the red eyes glaring at him with annoyance.

"Geez lighten up! It's a party!"

Bakugo scoffed in response at the attempt.

"How about you go talk to y/n then instead of watching them from the corner like a stalker."

"How about you say that again and I'll make sure you can never walk again!"

The red haired boy laughed unbothered by his friends' harsh words, instead choosing to find the humor in them. He patted his shoulder as he moved away from him and took a few steps towards your direction causing the scowl Bakugo was sporting to falter a bit.

"Where are you going?" He asked cautiously.

"To meet y/n! I haven't gotten to actually introduce myself to them yet and they seem nice."

"No."

"No?" Kirishima questioned amused.

Bakugo rolled his eyes and stomped his feet as he walked towards you. He lifted his chin towards Kirishima as he passed him with annoyance clear on his face.

"I'll go talk to them, so you just leave us both alone."

"Of course!" He replied happily.

Setsuna's eyes had widened at the sight of Bakugo walking towards them, voice going silent in the middle of her sentence forcing you to look towards what had caught her attention. He was angrily stomping as he walked, crimson eyes making direct contact with yours causing your heart to flutter at the intense gaze.

He's actually noticing me now, not just oblivious to my existence like before.

He stopped a few steps from you, letting out an exasperated sigh as he rubbed the back of his neck. His hand reached back out towards you, waiting for a handshake in return so you placed your hand in his as you shook hands on a truce.

A smile brightly lit up your face as the two of you started to go over tactics and strategies used in the match.

"You did good today." He said softly, looking away from your eyes as he spoke.

"Thank you! So did you!" Heat rushing to your cheeks at the unexpected words.

The two of you paused for a moment in awkward silence, neither knowing how to carry on the conversation from moments before.

"Your support items were well thought out, do you have more?" He asked, breaking the silence, eyes still trained on his other classmates away from you.

"Yes! I really have tons! The older ones or the ones that I don't find as useful stay in my room, but I like having a variety I can choose from for different situations." You rambled bubbly, excited at explaining your items clearly.

"Can I see them sometime?"

The breath got stuck in your throat as you gasped lightly not expecting him to ask that question so suddenly.

"Yes!" You eventually mumble out looking away from him as well in embarrassment.

Setsuna watched the awkward and clumsy exchange from the sidelines and not being able to take the tension anymore from the both of you she interjected with a swift topic change.

"You two must have learned a lot of Best Jeanist when you both were interns there."

Bakugo's eyes widened as his gaze darted back to you, meeting your flustered face and wide e/c eyes staring back at him.

"You were at Best Jeanist too?"

"Yes, you didn't exactly acknowledge me back then." You laugh shyly in response.

"I notice you now."

Extra Bonus Content:

The Support Items I thought of for the character, even though not all of them made an appearance these were in my mind for the character throughout the scene.

Pocket staff- Extends into a steel 6ft staff, its heavy & sturdy enough to be used for combat and stealth attacks. (Placing staff in high areas and waiting for the enemy to walk under in order to sneak attack.) Attaches to the belt loop in compact form as a keychain for easy access.

Steel Stun Gun Knuckle Dusters- Slim compact Knuckle dusters that go over your gloves, upon hard impact with surface or person it releases a stun voltage.

Kevlar Wrist Shooters- Two compact wrist shooters that have 50ft of fine kevlar thread and darts that will hook them to any surface. This makes a good capture weapon as well as a movement tool because you can essentially hook the thread to various buildings and swing.

Air Lift Boots- Lightweight ankle boots with steel toe that has the ability to lift the user with a large force of air gusting out from the heel upon stomping the heel with enough force. This helps with speed and movement and in a pinch can work as a double sided weapon / escape tool.

Mask with Night Vision Adaptation- Eye mask that has automatic adaption feature in the dark for night vision.

Utility pouch strapped to thigh- holds fog marbles, compact laser , and emergency aid

Fog Marbles- Marbles that once smashed create a dense fog for 3 minutes to either assist in sneak attack or escape method.

Compact Laser- A small flashlight looking laser that can cut through hard and soft surfaces. Very good for stealth missions where you have to enter an area without much noise.

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⋆ ☆ A/N- I was definitely nervous writing the fighting scenes, I hope it turned out okay for everyone. Also, when I started this I wasn't sure which way I wanted to go with it but I'm pretty happy with how It turned out.

Feel free to send in requests, I have them open.

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[shion-yu]

Not Your Fault (part 2)

Part 1 | Alex has fever dreams, Shu comforts him. Fill for my @badthingshappenbingo space "It's All My Fault." Original work, 1,474 words. No TWs, CW: PTSD, vomit, Alex is 13 here. And don't worry, of course Shu's gonna get whumped in part 3 :P

Shu was woken up by the sound of screaming. He ran into Alex's room not bothering to knock where he found Alex sitting up in bed crying and coughing. His breathing was fast and congested, a mix of tears and snot running down his face. Without the confident scowl on his face that he usually protected himself with, he looked exactly like the teenager he really was.

"Alex, Alex! Look at me bud," Shu urged him, hands hovering over Alex's shoulders. Alex looked at him with such a hurt, scared expression that it was clear he wasn't in the present moment. Shu took a chance, placed one hand on Alex’s shoulder and rubbed Alex's back with the other in the hope that it would help bring Alex back to reality. He knew that nightmares were a common occurrence for Alex, but usually Alex would shout once or twice in his sleep and then go quiet. This time he seemed to be in a full blown panic though, likely thanks to the fever Shu could feel through his t-shirt. 

Alex looked up at Shu with a heartbreakingly devastated expression. "It's my fault," he whimpered, his eyes shining with tears. 

"You haven't done anything wrong," Shu soothed him, his voice low and gentle. "It's okay. Just focus on me now."

Alex let out a small sob and gripped the hem of Shu's shirt. He was shaking, either with fear or chills or both. "I killed them. It's my fault they're dead. I-I-" He shuddered violently. Shu pressed his hand to Alex's cheek and grimaced at the high heat coming off the teen. 

"No honey, it's not your fault," Shu tried to soothe Alex like he was far younger than fourteen. He wasn't exactly sure what Alex was talking about, but it likely had something to do with how everybody else in that apartment had died the day of the explosion - Alex's mom, his mom's boyfriend, and the downstairs neighbor. Alex had been the only one to survive it because he’d been in his bedroom with the doors closed, suffering only minor injuries while everybody else had died on site. Such an event would haunt anyone, let alone a thirteen year old boy who clearly did not have the best coping mechanisms. Alex tried to act like it didn’t bother him, but Shu found that impossible to believe. He made Alex go to talk therapy even though the kid almost always found some way to bail on it, thinking that maybe if Alex didn’t want to tell him about his troubles then at least maybe he could tell someone else. 

Shu kept rubbing Alex's back, something he usually wouldn't be able to do without Alex slapping his hand away. "Breathe for me, can you?" Shu asked gently. "It's just you and me here. You're safe."

Alex seemed to listen for about ten seconds, growing momentarily quieter, before his breath quickened again. "Alex?" Shu questioned him. All the color had suddenly drained from Alex's face. 

"I'm gonna puke," Alex said, gagging once before Shu managed to shove the waste basket under his chin just in time. Despite skipping dinner, Alex managed to vomit a substantial amount before collapsing back onto his pillows, trembling violently. Shu hummed sympathetically and took the basket away, tying the bag up and bringing it to the kitchen where he double bagged and tossed the mess. He returned with the bin containing a fresh bag, the thermometer and a wet rag. Alex was lying there with one arm over his eyes. It was difficult to discern an expression in that position, but it was clear he was upset.

"Let's get you cleaned up and I'll take your temperature," Shu said softly. Alex just groaned in response, not moving. Shu hummed and pressed the dampened cloth to Alex's sweaty neck. Alex flinched but then took the washcloth and wiped the rest of his face off. Afterwards Shu traded the washcloth for the thermometer.

"It doesn't matter," Alex muttered, but begrudgingly placed the small instrument under his tongue. The number rose until it stopped at 102.3 and beeped. Shu took it and made out the reading using the dim hallway light that flooded into the bedroom from the doorway. 

"Oof. You must feel awful," Shu hummed softly. 

"No, I feel great," Alex said sarcastically. This usual snarkiness actually made Shu feel a little better. The wet, "Ht'ksshh!" and whimper that followed did not. 

"Do you think you can stomach some more Tylenol?" Shu asked him, handing Alex the glass of water. "Just try a few little sips first," he urged when Alex looked at the glass apprehensively. Alex followed instructions and then nodded after managing a few sips without throwing up, so Shu handed him two more Tylenol to take. "We'll bring you to the doctor in the morning," Shu said.

Alex looked annoyed. "I don't need to go to the doctor," he said. "I just need to sleep it off."

"Is that what you're used to?" Shu asked, perhaps a bit too pityingly because Alex scowled and pushed the glass back into his hand. "Alex..."

"Sorry for waking you up," Alex growled. "Go back to - to be... H'nnxgh-“ Alex managed to halfway stifle the first of the fit of three sneezes only, the rest too strong for him to hold back. He launched straight from sneezing into coughing and Shu was surprised when Alex grabbed onto Shu's forearm, although it seemed simply to prevent himself from pitching forward. Shu reached for a tissue from the box on Alex's nightstand and held it to Alex's nose.

"Blow," he said. “Just do it, you're choking on your own snot," he added when Alex glared at him with watery eyes. Alex took the tissue and blew what sounded like far more than what could fit in one tissue's worth. Shu held out his hand for the used one and traded Alex for another, which he also filled. "Good," Shu said. "Better?" Alex nodded slowly. He looked miserable. "Do you think you can go back to sleep?" Shu asked him hopefully.

Alex shook his head no, sniffling pathetically. “Everything hurts,” he whined.

"Okay, that's fine,” Shu said. “Do you want me to stay with you? Or we can go watch TV in my room." Alex didn't go in there much, but Shu always tried to make him feel like he could enter whenever he wanted. The first night Alex had lived with him, Alex had slept there while Shu slept on the couch since he didn't have a bed for Alex yet. It had all been very sudden, how Alex had come to live with him, and Shu still couldn't believe everything that had happened in the handful of months that had passed since then. 

Alex didn't answer, but he was looking at Shu with a strange expression that Shu couldn't read. "Or the couch," Shu added awkwardly, trying to come up with other options in case maybe Alex didn't like any of the first ones. "I could make you something warm."

"You're too nice to me," Alex blurted out suddenly. His face turned red, but Shu wasn't sure if it was all due to the fever. 

"Alex," Shu sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and facing him with a serious expression. "You're my kid. I know I'm not what you'd prefer but it's what you've got, and I'm trying my best. I want you to feel safe, this is your home now. Whatever happened or didn't happen before isn't your fault. You deserve to be taken care of."

Alex went quiet again. Shu waited for him to process this, half expecting Alex to kick him out. But instead he sniffled and said, "TV in your room sounds okay." Shu smiled and tried not to make it obvious how thrilled he was. They moved to Shu's room where Shu set Alex up in his bed with lots of pillows behind him and a hot water bottle to hug. If Alex's sniffles sounded more like crying than just a runny nose now, Shu kept his mouth shut. They watched late night TV until Alex slumped lower in Shu's bed and Shu could tell he'd fallen asleep. Shu adjusted the pillows and tucked him in so he would be comfortable enough not to wake up.

Alex was a handful and often Shu felt like he was far more than Shu could handle on his own, but right now he looked so boyish and peaceful. Poor kid was going through it, and illness and nightmares only made things worse. Shu hated to see him suffering, but at the same time a tiny part of him was grateful that it had pushed Alex to trust him just a little bit, even if it was only for tonight.

Part 3

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[spicywhenspeaking]

If Im There: Chapter Five

read from part one

Noah x OFC Natalie

Warnings : none! Just family drama and Noah being the BEST BOYFRIEND!

Also! while Noah is based on a real person this is a work of fiction and I just made most of this up in my brain! Also I finished this with out my beta reader so it’s edited only by me! if you see a typo, no you didn’t.

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“What are you doing here Dad?” I’m shocked to see him after all this time, it's been four years since he just left.

“Well Jelly, your mom called and told me about what's been going on and asked me to come and talk to you and your brother” he stands from the couch and moves closer to me at the front of the door.

“What exactly did mom tell you?” I ask, looking towards my mom who's staring at the floor.

“She told me that you and your brother have been fighting, that you didn't even spend the weekend here. You were with some boy? That doesn't sound like you at all Jelly Bean”

My mind races trying to decide what to address first.

“Kyle and I weren't fighting dad, he attacked me. Twice. Last time with his hands around my throat so tight I thought he was killing me. We’re siblings, yelling at each other should be normal, but him slapping me? him throwing me to the ground choking me out? That’s insane! And I wasn't spending the night with just some boy. Noah is my boyfriend, and he was there for me after Kyle attacked me, not that I feel the need to explain myself to you.” There is an unmasked anger in my voice.

“Why do you think you just get to show up after all this time and reprise your role? You left us, Dad, you have no right to stand here and question me.”

“Jelly-”

“And stop calling me that.” I bristle “It's Natalie, I'm not your little Jelly Bean anymore”

Kyle snickers under his breath and whispers “Yeah, I'm sure Noah made sure of that this weekend”

I balk at his crude remark. “You’re a pig, Kyle.” He is such an asshole.

“Noah didn't do anything to me this weekend aside from get me the hell away from you”

“This isn't about this Noah boy” my dad speaks up. “This is about the two of you getting along”

“I don't understand how I'm getting lumped into this.” I feel like I'm losing my mind.

“I'm in trouble because Kyle hit me? Choked me?”

“You're not in trouble sweetie” my mom finally says something “I called your dad because I thought he could help your brother.”

“How are you planning on helping him?”

They tell me that they've decided since there's only a few weeks left of the school Kyle will take his finals early and leave with our dad to work with him at his construction company for the summer. Dad hopes the physical labor will help with his aggression, and give him an outlet for his anger or something.

“You both turn 18 in a few weeks so it's good timing. He'll be 18 once his training is finished so it's all legit.” My dad reasons but mostly with himself because I genuinely don't care, seems like our parents are doing what they do best and sweeping things under the rug. Dad gets cheap labor for his job site and mom will go back on the night shift and pretend I don't need a mom.

“So when are you leaving?” I ask.

“We need a few days to work everything out with the school, but we plan to leave Thursday morning,” Dad informs me.

“What do you think about all of this?” I finally addressed Kyle.

He pauses and thinks for a minute. “ I’m fine with it, I feel like I have no control over my emotions. It's like one second I'm fine and the next I don't know what happened and I'm holding my sister to the ground. I feel sick about it.” he looks like my brother again. “I’ll go with Dad and work and I'll do the therapy once a week while I'm there.” He's looking at me and noticing the fading marks on my neck from last week. “It kills me that I hurt you sissy, I don't want to be this person.”

We sit in the living room and chat awkwardly for a few more minutes before I excuse myself.

“I really should go study for my finals.” I stand up and tell them. My dad approaches to hug me, I freeze but my hands return to wrap around him. “Okay, sweetie. I love you” he tells me and I turn to head up the stairs towards my room.

Seeing my dad for the first time in so long is shocking, but, if I'm honest with myself I'm almost numb to all the shit with my family lately. I just don't have enough space in me anymore for any of this.

Once I'm upstairs in my room I immediately text Noah everything.

Noah: what? the. fuck. 5:30

Noah: are you okay? that's a lot to happen on top of everything else. 5:30

Natalie: honestly. I don't know what to feel. 5:32

Natalie: he just shows up after all of this time, and we just become a happy family again? One family meeting and all is forgiven? And he's just taking Kyle? I guess it's probably best for both of us to be away from each other it's just…I don't know. 5:32

Natalie: He drops everything to come to take Kyle away, doesn't even mention the attacks. What is that? Ugh so fucking frustrating. 5:32

Natalie: Trying to think of pros…a summer with no Kyle, a birthday I don't have to share with Kyle, you could actually hang out at my house if he's not here. 5:33

Natalie: maybe it's not all bad. 5:34

Natalie: okay. Wow. I even ramble in text. 5:34

Noah: I think it's cute when you ramble, even in text. 5:36

Noah: I'm so sorry you're dealing with all of this Natty, I can't imagine what it feels like to have your dad just show back up again. Do you need anything? 5:37

Noah: Also, when's your birthday? Honestly pissed at myself for not already having this precious information filed away. 5:37

Natalie: thank you, Noah, I'm okay, I just want to study and blast music in my ears until all I can think about is world history and all the bones in the human body. And then I have to finish my art final project. 5:38

Natalie: my birthday is May 20! Taurus :) 5:39

Noah: ugh I love it when you talk nerdy. 5:41

Noah: OMG! That's so soon! Okay. Filed away and saved foreverrr, keep the day free because we are going out. 5:43

Natalie: deal ;D now I should really study, these finals are going to suuuuck. 5:45

Noah: Okay smarty, good luck studying, I'm trying to perfect this chord progression and then I will have created the best song ever XD. 5:47

Natalie: can't wait to hear it! <3 5:47

I place my phone on the charger and hit play on my CD player and the CD Noah got me started playing at a medium volume, filling my room with the sound of “The Comedown” by Bring Me The Horizon.

Thursday is here before I blink and just like that Kyle is packing and leaving with my dad. He awkwardly hugs me before leaving, which I halfway return. My mom goes back to the night shift the next day.

Noah and I hung out again that weekend. I'm mostly studying and he's writing music but it's perfect. I finally finished my art project, a painted portrait of a young brown-haired girl on her knees crying softly on the floor of a broken home. “Wow, Natty. This is amazing, it's so emotional” Noah says as he examines the artwork “You are so talented” he whispers to me.

We hang out from Saturday morning until almost midnight when he begrudgingly leaves but not after kissing me senseless on my bed. Waiting becomes less important when I feel his hands softly caressing my body, the way he squeezes my sides and holds me closer if a quiet mewl escapes my mouth. Soon, definitely, soon, I think to myself.

We spend the rest of the school year like that, hanging out at my house or Noah's, usually with Nick. They’ll write songs, I'll study or Nick and I will spend hours drawing weird things we make up. Life feels perfect for this time. I have an amazing boyfriend and friends.

Finals begin and end quickly, I pass with high marks and Noah celebrates my grades by gifting me a new Bring Me The Horizon shirt. “To add to the band shirt collection”

The day after school's out for summer I wake up to my phone buzzing, reaching over I answer it half asleep.

“Hello?” I mumble.

“Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Nattyyy, happy birthday to you!” Noah's voice blares through my speakers and forces me further awake but with a large smile breaking across my face. “How's my girl feeling? Like an adult? Do you feel the sudden need to vote for something? Or permanently alter your skin?” Noah rapid fire questions at me, I’ve not known him to be a morning person but he's full of energy today.

I laugh softly, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “Thank you Noah, beautiful rendition.” I laugh.

“Hmmmm…no sudden urge to vote but I might not be totally adverse to a small something tattooed, gotta try to keep up with my boyfriend, he's got a few already.” A few is maybe an understatement, when Noah’s been getting tattoos since he was like 16, apparently in his music scene a lot of guys are also tattoo artists so it was pretty easy for him to get them.

“Sounds like your boyfriend is pretty cool” He jokes.

“Oh he's the coolest, really hot too” I responded.

“Wow, you know i've got a pretty hot girlfriend, hopefully they don't run into each other, he sounds exactly like her type.” he laughs. “You know, I'm actually hoping she gets ready soon so I can go pick her up and take her to a birthday breakfast and keep her to myself all day. Do you think she'd be interested in something like that?” he asks me with a cheeky tone and I melt.

“I think she'd love that” My whole life at home can crumble around me, I don't care. I have Noah and that is enough. “I can be ready in 20 minutes” I say with a grin so wide it might split my face in two.

I start getting ready and I get a text from Nick.

Nick: Happy Birthday!

Image: It's a drawing of a lady knight warrior holding the hilt of a sword that is sticking out of the head of a massive red dragon. Its captioned “Lady Natalia Flameheart: the Dragon Slayer” 8:35

Natalie: WOW! Nick!!! This is AMAZING! Thank you so much :) I’m definitely printing this out. 8:36

I finished getting ready, throwing on some jean shorts and the BMTH shirt Noah gave me, leaving my hair down and going without makeup when I heard a knock at my door. I rush downstairs and open the door, immediately being engulfed in a big bare hug, Noah wraps his arms around me tight and spins us around.

“Happy Birthday Natty girl” he says smiling widely as he places me down and bends to give me a kiss. I pull him closer, deepening the kiss until he pulls away and rests his head against mine. “Wow, im happy to see you too baby” I laugh softly and reach to hug him tightly again.

Noah takes me to a diner for breakfast and tells the waiter it's my birthday so they add sprinkles and a candle to my stack of pancakes. He sings happy birthday again before I blow out my candle. I think this is the first birthday I’ve ever celebrated where I don’t have to share candles with Kyle, I kind of liked it. I loved being a twin for so much of my life but for the last few years Kyle and I just became so drastically different. I pull out my phone and decide to text him just a simple message.

Natalie: happy birthday Kyle. 9:30

Kyle: happy birthday sissy. 9:45

After breakfast Noah takes me to the sculpture garden downtown. We walked around for a few hours, spending half the time admiring the art and the other half making out in every tucked away corner we could find. Our next stop is the deli across the street from the coffee shop we had our first date at, we order sandwiches and grab chips and drinks but Noah mentions to the cashier that it's all to go.

“To go?” I question.

He just raises his eyebrows up and down and plasters a shiteating grin on his face.

With our lunch in hand we head back to the car and Noah drives us to the park and we walk to the bench where we shared our first kiss. “I thought this would be a nice spot for lunch” he confesses innocently.

“Noah Sebastian Davis, you are something else you know?” I say as I take the seat next to him on the bench, sitting as close to him as possible. He's not just something else, I think to myself, he's everything and I think I'm in love with him. Nope, I'm definitely in love with him. Before digging into lunch I lean towards him and kiss him tenderly, trying to push all of my appreciation and affection for all he's done for me today.

“Thank you for today, you made it really special” I say against his lips.

“You’re very welcome Natty, I’m just glad I got to spend the day celebrating my favorite person.” he says back returning a quick peck before we dig into our late lunch.We sit for a while longer before Noah drives me back home

“My mom is working late tonight, we already celebrated last night so..” I paused.

“Would you want to come in and watch a movie or something?” Noah nods and heads out of his car. We head up to my room and I bring out my laptop, placing it at the foot of the bed and opening netflix. I find a random action movie and hit play. I honestly have no interest in watching a movie, only getting Noah in my bed. Sitting with his arm around me I give little attention to the computer screen in front of me, instead I turn to nuzzle into Noah's neck and leave small kisses along the columns of his throat.

“You’re the one that chose this movie Natty, you're not even watching” he chuckles.

“Are you complaining?” I ask as I lick a small stripe up to nibble on his ear and I hear his breath catch.

“No, no complaints from me” he says, voice tightening.

He rotates his head to capture my mouth in a searing kiss, quickly adding tongue and moving his hands down to grip my waist. Movie forgotten we glide down the bed in a close embrace, my hands are tangled in his hair as he strokes up and down my sides. I pull away for a second, long enough to rip my shirt off quickly.

“Natalie, what are you-” he starts as his eyes drag down to my chest.

“Noah, I'm ready. Please” I whine.”Touch me”

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Next chapter here!

YESSS NEXT PART NATTY’S V CARD IS GETTING DESTROYED MUAHAHAHA

thank you so much to everyone who has been reading and enjoying the story!!! xoxoxoxo

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[dontforgetyourmedstoday]

So you just steal artwork and don't care? Got it. Either that or my ask asking about sources from your posts on April 8th disappeared. Or I guess you could be off tumblr and not have been here for two weeks.

Hi Anon,

I'm assuming this is you:

If it is, yes, I did see your last ask - but life has been a bit shit lately and frankly, I didn't have the emotional bandwidth to deal with an accusatory email that gave me absolutely no details about what you were upset about so I could investigate. So today, despite it being an incredibly long and shit one that isn't over I'm going to reply.

*Takes a deep breath* From this point forward I'm going to assume that, like me, you are just a real-live human with feelings that get hurt and not someone who just likes to yell at people on the internet. So let me apologise that I have used your artwork without attribution, it was in no way my intention. Please take this apology as someone who was just trying to amuse themselves and perhaps help some other people out by reminding them to take their meds too. I absolutely suck at art-type things so in my mind, no one would think I did them or was claiming the actual 'art' part of them as mine. I realise now this is the internet, you guys don't know me, and so I should have been clearer that nearly all of these are edits. (There are a few waaaaay back I actually drew myself). Looking at the 7th, 8th & 9th of April (allowing for time zones and assuming that's when you saw your artwork). All of them except one have a link at the bottom of the image that links back to where I sourced the original image - I don't know if this is visible on mobile so I'll show it below (the bit circled in red)

So I'm assuming this one is yours:

It seems that one doesn't have the link. I don't know why. I haven't made any new reminders for this blog in ages (again - life) - it seems like most of the ones from early April this year were originally posted back in 2021. I got briefly excited about this blog again a few months ago and loaded up a bunch of old ones so this blog was still functional for the people that find it helpful. Going back I have noticed that others seem to not have credit either. It is possible I made a mistake and forgot to add them. It's also possible that Tumblr has a had a glitch/error/weirdness which means it's disappeared. I also used a bunch of images from the editing app I was using to add the reminder message and I wish I could remember what the site was called because I cannot for the life of me remember. Honestly, who knows. I have deleted the post(s) with that image - if it's not the right one please let me know.

I have always gone out of my way to ensure that anything I use is either free use, or non-commercial under Creative Commons. As an aside, I'm an academic and a person who has artist friends and my partner runs a business where our customers are largely designers and artists, so I do actually do my best to give credit. Am I perfect - no I'm not. Part of the reason I stopped making new posts was because of difficulty giving credit even on images that were non-attribution and finding images where I knew what the attribution requirements were (along with trying to remember everything everyone asked me to tag, and doing the image descriptions etc.) If anyone else finds something of theirs in one of my posts and there isn't credit attached please either dm me or send an ask and let me know which post and how you would like to be credited and I'll add it in. If you want it removed, I'm happy to do that too.

Sorry for the long post, hope it helps to clear things up. Finally, let me take this opportunity to say

"Don't forget your meds today my friends"

#attribution #artwork #answered ask

[risustravelogue]

Touchy

Summary:

Alhaitham doesn’t like physical touch. But he makes an exception for you and you alone.

Featuring:

Boyfriend!Alhaitham

Tone:

Fluff -> smut with a very light sprinkle of angst.

Note:

This was first intended to be pure fluff, but the shift to smut was inevitable. I mean, a story about a healthy couple’s tension regarding physical touch? What did you expect? So here it is, my very first (successfully finished) smut. Thanks to @nire-the-mithridatist for the pointers! 💚 You’re invaluable. Original post here.

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Alhaitham is not, by any means, a touchy man.

He’s a tough nut to crack. He never flinches in an argument, and he barely smiles. You can throw your best jokes at him and he would just grunt in approval if he finds them funny. He would probably give a very slight amused smirk in response, but never a smile. It was so bad to the point where you gave up bothering him with your jokes for a while, choosing to tell them to your TCG buddy Cyno instead.

On the more literal side, he’s also averse to physical touch. Early in your relationship, he would pull away from your touches by reflex. You found your feelings to be hurt when he jerked away from your first attempt to physically flirt by touching his arms. He apologized and told you that he wears arm sleeves because he doesn't like the sensation of his arms brushing against things, or worse, other people’s arms.

Over time, though, he learned to accept your touches, from the gentle brushes of your fingers on his palms to rough elbow bumps. You were understandably surprised when he initiated a kiss five months into your relationship. Aside from your first kiss at the time of your confession, you always have to ask him to kiss you, and even then, it took him another month to say, “From now on, you don’t need to ask for permission every time you want to kiss me.”

So it’s a wonder that you got into this situation at all: your usually stoic, averse-to-touch boyfriend is pinning you onto his bed with his lips firmly planted on yours, his hand guiding your smaller one to settle behind his ear.

—

Kaveh was the one who answered the door when you stopped by after work last Monday.

“I don’t know what he’s been working on, but I barely see him out of the study today,” he said when you enquired about Alhaitham’s whereabouts.

“Does he eat his meals?” you asked. Kaveh scoffed.

“I don’t care—but,” he held up his hands when you shot him a threatening glare, “his bowl is wet beside the kitchen sink.”

You sighed in relief.

“Good. I’ll bring food tomorrow.”

And so, these past few days, you stopped by to bring them food every morning before you go to work and the evening after work. On Friday night, as Kaveh thanked you after dinner, he told you he’d be visiting a project site the next morning. You thanked him for the information and went to visit the study where your boyfriend is working. You slipped a note under the door before you left the house.

I brought dinner. Hope your work is going well. Want to see you soon. Love you ❤️

—

Saturday comes. A smile blooms on your lips as you walk down the streets of Sumeru City. Alhaitham’s favorite meal, the one you cooked this morning, is packed safely in a paper bag. You stroll up to his door and knock.

It takes several more knocks before Alhaitham answers the door, wearing only a pair of short pajama pants.

“G’morning,” he greets you drowsily. You notice that his platinum hair is still a mess.

“Hey,” you greet him back. Grinning, you hold up the paper bag for him to see. “Guess what I brought!”

His lips form a tender smile—the smile you’ve only seen twice before: when you first fell for him in your Akademiya days and when he reciprocated your confession of love.

“I’m starving already,” he says, opening the door wider so you can come in. You walk to the dining space and put the paper bag on the table. A surprised yelp escapes your throat when you feel your boyfriend’s arms gently wrapping around your waist. He nuzzles your neck from behind, his warm breath caressing that sensitive area behind your ear.

“I miss you,” he mumbles. “I miss you so much, I even crave—”

He lifts your right hand and kisses your knuckles. You feel the heat creeping up your cheeks.

“This.”

Your brain short-circuits from the affection he’s pouring onto you. You struggle to find words. You end up saying—

“My punches?”

He chuckles. You shiver as his breath blows softly on your ear.

“No, silly.” He unfolds your fingers and kisses them. “I mean your touch.”

“I—” You gulp. “I thought you don’t like being touched.”

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” he hums. You feel his lips on your shoulder. “After all, you’re always so gentle and thoughtful with your hands.”

He turns you around in his arms and bends down to kiss your lips. Something is different with the way he’s kissing you today—is it the exhaustion from overworking? You feel the answer tugging at your brain, but before you can finish your train of thought, he pulls away from the kiss and lifts your chin with his right hand.

“I want you.” His thumb traces your lower lip. “Can I?”

You’re unsure of what he means. He already has you, after all. But his turquoise-red eyes are burning with a passion you’ve never seen before in anyone. He dips into another kiss, and as he presses his body against yours, you feel something against your lower stomach.

Oh.

You push him away in reflex.

“I—” you stutter.

He gives you a wry smile. “It’s okay if you don’t want to.”

You shake your head, putting your hands on his arms to reassure him. He feels warmer to the touch than usual.

“No, it’s just—” You turn your gaze aside, then back to meet his. “I’ve never done this with anyone.”

He smiles again, and you can almost hear your defenses crumble.

“Then let’s try together,” he says.

You nod.

He leads you into his bedroom, gently holding your hand all the way. You follow his lead, your mind unsure of what to expect. He locks the door behind you—“just in case Kaveh decides to come back”—then the tone of his voice changes.

“Strip,” he orders.

You do as he asks under his admiring gaze. He catches your hands when you try to remove your underwear. “That’s my part,” he growls, then pulls you into a passionate kiss. He puts your arms around his neck. You pull him further down into the kiss. He lowers himself to put his hands behind your knees, positions your legs around his waist, then lifts you up and carries you to the bed. He stumbles onto the bedside and inadvertently lets go of you, leaving you falling on your back into his bed. He kneels on the bed, pushing one of his knees between your legs, causing you to let out a surprised moan.

In his eyes, you look so perfect right now.

He bows down. With his elbows supporting his weight, he pulls your left wrist up, guiding your hand to settle behind his right ear.

“Here,” he whispers. He moans when you massage his scalp at just the right spot. He lowers himself to nibble on your lower lip for a bit, then mumbles “Open,” into your lips. You oblige, and his tongue slides inside your mouth to intertwine with yours. Not surprisingly, he tastes like toothpaste. Your moans grow louder as the movements cause your clit to rub against his thigh.

He stops kissing you to pull down his pants, revealing his erect cock. As he sits beside you on the edge of the bed, you find yourself unable to take your eyes off his crotch. You’ve seen illustrations of men’s privates in some pornographic light novels you stumbled upon some time ago, but seeing a real one makes your cheeks go hotter than they already are.

“I want you to touch me,” he says, taking your right hand to caress his cock with your knuckles. As you position yourself to face him, a naughty idea pops into your head.

“I can do better,” you smirk before going down to kiss his hardness.

He moans in approval. You proceed to take his cock into your mouth, placing your hands on his inner thighs. You can feel the tension in his muscles as he tries very hard to not thrust his hips upwards. You can taste his salty precum when you lick the tip of his cock, eliciting a higher-pitched moan from him.

“Wh—where did you learn how to do that?” he asks. You look up to meet his gaze.

“Light novels,” you answer. Before he can comment, you circle your tongue around his tip and suck.

He cries in pleasure as he reaches his climax, spurting salty, slightly bitter cum into your mouth. You find yourself liking the taste of your beloved's essence. You want more, but you need attention, too—especially down there. You withdraw and stand facing him, then you gesture to your underwear.

“Please take this off,” you plead. The feeling of your boyfriend’s fingers sliding down your thighs sends shivers all over your body. You kick your underwear aside and lean forward to kiss him. Even though your mind is hazy from arousal, you manage to position yourself to straddle your boyfriend's crotch, just right so that the tip of his cock is right against your entrance. You place your fingers on the side of his neck. He shivers in delight as your fingertips slowly move to settle on his well-defined chest.

“Is this okay?” you ask. He answers by putting his hands on your hips and pulling you down. Your wet, slick walls engulf half of his length in that one move. He thrusts his hips upwards to bury himself completely inside you. Then he pulls out—not completely, but just enough to make you feel empty—then thrusts to fill you again.

And again.

And again.

You grab onto his shoulders to steady yourself between his rhythmic movements. You try to match his pace, moving your hips to meet his. You settle on a comfortable pace—it's not perfect, but it still works wonderfully. Your moans and his blend into a symphony of want and love. You reach your climax when he reaches his once again, the warm feeling of his seed filling your womb pushing you over the edge.

You sigh in contentment as you lay your head upon your boyfriend’s wide shoulder, panting from the intense exercise. He pulls his cock out and lies back on the bed. With an adoring smile on his lips, he gestures for you to lie on his chest. You place your head above his heart to listen to his heartbeat. You can hear him hum and breathe, feel his fingers play with your hair, smell his true scent. You absentmindedly caress his arm, your thoughts in a world of your own. How he ended up being yours may be an eternal secret of the stars, but right now, all his being screams to the heavens that you’re his, and he’s yours.

You feel tears roll down your face. You’ve never felt so wanted, so needed, so loved before in your life.

He stops humming when he notices that you’re crying. He sits up carefully and wipes the tears off your face with his thumbs.

“What’s wrong? Did I hurt you?” he asks. You smile and caress his cheek.

"You’d never hurt me,” you answer. “I’m just… thankful. I’m thankful that I met you. That you trust me enough to touch you like this.”

He smiles.

“You know,” he says, “I don’t like to be touched because my skin is very sensitive. But this—you—”

He takes your hand and places your palm lightly on his chest.

“I enjoy being touched by you,” he declares, that tender smile you love so much on his lips. “I love you so much.”

You lean forward to kiss him. You find yourself smiling like a love-stricken idiot.

Well, at least the love-stricken part is true.

“I love you, too.”

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[nattravn-art]

In regards to these news, I'd like to precise that I've opted out of "third party sharing" (AI scraping) on this blog, my main @nattravn-stuff and my other secondaries.

I'm no big artist, but I still do not want my work to be used for AI purposes.

Following is personal feelings. The TL;DR is: I don't think I'll keep posting my personal art on tumblr/my socials any longer. That doesn't include zines/promo art and occasional fanart.

Quite frankly, it hurts and I'm tired of this all.

Drawing has always been a way for me to express myself and share what I love, drawing characters I love whether it's mine or other people's, whether it's fandom characters or OCs. However since a couple of years now, I've gradually lost the joy of sharing it on social sites, hence why I've posted less and less here.

I know I briefly mentioned it before but my mental health is not always the best, to put it simply, it never really was. Nearly two decades ago, finding online art communities was a lifesaver. First it was on forums. Then, after a wrecking art school year, I'd promised myself I would never draw again. I did pick up a pencil after a bit of not drawing due to OCs and fandom characters. Despite my art being bad at the time, I joined Deviantart. I'd found a community full of fantastic people there, and this community encouraged me to draw more of what I loved and post it online. I don't know where I would be artistically nowadays, or if I would still be drawing at all, if it wasn't for this community. Then I'd found tumblr, which was a fun way for me to share art among other things. DA was about to decline so I just stayed on tumblr, even if there was less engagement there for me aside on some specific fanart pieces.

I never was a popular artist and honestly, I didn't intend to be one. I just drew what I loved and appreciated the engagement. During DA days, I used to be more excited to share my stuff with the world than drawing, then the joy became equal between creating and sharing. That source of joy started vanishing for me, and it has affected my art. It affected it first because it felt that art only became "content" to be "consumed", it felt that it lost its personality and meaning. Then AI generated "art" and "artists" happened and it feels that it finished killing that joy for me. Today's news was the last nail in the coffin.

Not is all negative thought. Over the past year, I feel that I started regaining joy creating by telling myself that I don't need to share my art. It feels kind of stupid to type that tbh, but making art had been so tied to posting it online to me that I'd almost.. forgotten that. I started liking drawing for myself again. I started liking getting an idea and figuring how to express it visually again, even though the process could be so frustrating... I guess these are pretty words for me to just say "I love OCs and characters and want to draw my, my spouse's, my friends' and strangers' brains blorbos and the blorbos from my games too. I'm not sure I enjoy posting them on socials though."

All this to say that I've come to terms that I don't think I want to post my personal art on tumblr/my socials any longer, as long as it doesn't bring me joy. I will continue drawing and partaking zines and art events that bring me joy (such as Art Fight, or art challenges). I will also share art for promotional purposes + and I may post occasional fanarts if my brain gets in hyperfocus.

Eventually, if you're here reading this and liked seeing my personal art on your dash, I'm sorry and I hope you understand.

PS: if we're mutuals and you're on TH, shoot me a message I'd love to see you there!

#not art #personal

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! How's your day been? So sorry for bothering you but, do you have any fic recommendations were Stiles is a werewolf? Either he was bitten instead of Scott, or bitten to be saved, anything really, as long as Stiles is a werewolf. Thank you in advance!

Hey @westanronweasley! I sure do.

Mate Revelation by sapphireginger

(1/1 I 781 I General I Stisaac)

Stiles has a mate, but they haven't come to him yet. So maybe chocolate, marshmallows, hot chocolate and peppermint is the way to go? At least that's what the note said.

The Secret in His Eyes by cywscross 

(2/2 I 5,901 I Teen I Steter)

In the chaotic mess with the Alpha Pack, nobody realizes Stiles was bitten. Even if they did, Stiles doubts anything would have changed.

That’s alright. After Scott lets Deucalion go, Stiles simply lies in wait for the so-called Demon Wolf at the edge of town, and in the dark of night, a wolfsbane bullet puts the werewolf down, and as Deucalion draws his last breath, Stiles’ eyes flare a bright blood red.

The White Wolf by Ellana17

(4/? I 7,781 I General I Sterek)

“Listen, buddy. Two of your Betas broke into my home in the middle of the night, crashed in my bed, ate all my food and asked me to talk to you because they were too scared you’d rip them to shreds to do it themselves.” Or: Kate is back and trying to raise an army of werewolves. One of her “recruits” is Stiles.

Throw Me to the Wolves by skoosiepants 

(1/1 I 13,493 I Teen I Sterek)

He feels the physical embodiment of devastated, his already too strung-out mind struggling to wall up all the hurt, the rejection—he takes a deep shuddering breath and looks down at the shredded skin on his arms, at the sluggish way they’re weakly healing.

There is nothing, nothing he wants more than to have Derek sweep in and make everything all better. He should have known, though, that something like that would never happen to him.

OR -

Stiles accidentally gets bitten, and everything goes to hell.

clearing out the unknown by 21hax

(8/? I 19,143 I Explicit I Sciles)

In which Scott and Stiles have a lot of casual sex, people start to go missing, and Stiles maybe gets turned into a werewolf a little bit.

(If You Could Only See) The Beast You've Made of Me by JR_Granger (wildelybroken)

(13/13 I 31,927 I Teen I Sterek)

After the whole kanima deal the pack hopes to relax. Sadly, this is Beacon Hills, so that doesn't happen.

There are a rash of attempted sacrifices, all found in the nick of time by Lydia. She and Stiles start checking things out, leading to the discovery of the darach and the realization that Stiles is the perfect sacrifice - all in time for him to be captured.

Things from there just all go downhill in Stiles' humble opinion. Though, admittedly, he's a little emotionally compromised and more than a little pissed off at everybody right now.

The Hour of the Wolf by Suaine

(4/4 I 54,045 I Teen I Sterek)

Stiles never wanted to be a werewolf, but the choice is taken out of his hands by a series of unfortunate events. When he wakes up his life has become infinitely more complicated.were (you) by bhanesidhe

(24/? I 418,151 I Teen I Stydia)

Scott, Stiles & Lydia were the best of friends until tragedy struck, when an outing to Lydia's family Lake House ended in a car accident that took Claudia Stilinski's life. Scott & Lydia alone were rescued from the crash site, Stiles' body was never recovered. Traumatized & grief-stricken, Scott & Lydia drift apart until 6 years later when a Monster descends on Beacon Hills. As Supernatural forces throw them together they soon realize what really binds them is loyalty, friendship and finally a chance to find out the real reason behind Stiles disappearance.

I Was A Teenage Werewolf by HaleHathNoFury (My_Trex_has_fleas) 

(50/50 I 456,244 I Explicit I Sterek)

Stiles just knows he's going to get lost in the woods. There must be a Laura Palmer reference in there somewhere.

A fork in the road retelling of Teen Wolf where Stiles is the one to get bitten.

#teen wolf #steter #stiles stilinski #peter hale #wolf!stiles #sterek #derek hale #stydia #lydia martin #stisaac #isaac lahey #sciles #scott mcall

[thebravestfell]

hey everyone, I don't often poke my head into the general community at large but I think there definitely deserves to be some acknowledgement about what's going on. I was part of the staff team on liminal when sasha was accepted, but I would like to clarify some things about it.

rach came to us saying sasha wanted to join the board, that she wrote on darker subjects, and had a reputation on the tea blogs. most of us didn't know who exactly sasha was or just knew the name in passing. we were told there would be some 'light references' to [tw] grooming (my ace ass did not immediately think in a horror setting this would be the sort that involved a sexual nature because there's plenty of set up for people to be manipulated in the apocalypse for say, murder and things, but I digress).

sasha and niki sent in the freeform part of their apps, and after pinging us all (far too many times) rach asked us all to sign off on it. most of us put the stipulations on it that it shouldn't break ToS, should be handled tactfully (which obviously is now recognized as an impossible thing), discussed with writing partners to ensure comfort, and be properly tagged. I also stipulated if issues arose, we would have to re-evaluate.

when I read the freeform, I was taken aback by the entirely NOT 'light' references and immediately pointed out the TWs were not harsh enough. I made very clear that it needed to be tagged a lot better than it was, but I had to retire for the night. when I woke up, I found the app had been accepted (despite most of the team not having read the plotter) and someone had opened a ticket about it. a ticket that was then handled poorly.

I backed up this member because they were entirely correct and I agreed with them! my suggestions for added TWs were a lot harsher than what ended up being settled on, I had to argue tooth and nail over romanticized content and acknowledging the character was an abuser, and then I made sure the member got an apology for being disregarded. since that moment, things just got worse. I did my best to make sure sasha got called out for inappropriate tagging, joking, etc., and rach cut me off almost every time. I did my best to protect the community, and in the end it wasn't enough. and being disregarded (because sasha also made me very uncomfortable and I voiced that many times) along with seeing other members (and other staff even) be disregarded made me step down from being staff long before the incident that brought this to light.

I cannot speak for the rest of the staff, but I am sorry to those who had to deal with all this. I take responsibility for my part in it but I did try to do what I could to protect the community thereafter. If I had voiced better that I wasn't comfortable with the character being allowed on the site instead of leaning in favor of giving someone a chance, maybe a lot less people would've been hurt. I am at least glad to see sasha is being shown for the person she really is though, and if it took the death of Liminal, so be it. manipulating rach as she did is a cruel and vile thing, but that doesn't excuse the fact that we still let her be a part of our community with the character she was writing.

I hope you all stay safe out there in the RPC and get to actually having a fun time writing instead of having to deal with this sort of thing. if I can help clarify anything else, please let me know.

#mine: important things

[golbrocklovely]

idk if you’ve seen but kong pham just uploaded a podcast with snc

it was filmed months ago though i’m pretty sure because it seems like it was before colby did chemo?

anyway around 37 minutes in colby talks about how he had a break down and just cried about everything last year and it shocked me i can’t lie… i hope it made him feel better though

yeah it was filmed back in april right before colby went thru chemo. i was a bit confused as to why sam never mentioned kat and him breaking up, and now it makes sense since they didn't announce they broke up until may (even tho they had broken up back in march) lol

and yes, it was really shocking to hear about colby breaking down, but also at the same time…. it makes total sense. a lot of us on here have been saying for a long time that last year was a really rough time for colby. the later half of the year was just a shit storm for so many reasons towards him, he himself even said he wasn't feeling his best at the time, and it makes so much sense that he would have had a break down finally after years of holding everything in.

i might be making a controversial opinion here, but everyone hear me out before you jump down my throat: while snc both get hate for extremely dumb things, colby is the one that takes it the hardest, and also gets it the worse. sam, at the very least, seems like he doesn't let it bother him. i think bc so many ppl give him love and support, he's able to push the negativity away. but colby, whether he'll ever admit to it or not, can't do that - even with all the love he gets. he doesn't let things go as much as sam does.

and it makes total sense to me. colby wants everyone to like him. and i get that. i was the same way for a very long time. it's hard when someone starts to hate you for whatever reason. you want to prove them wrong, and you'll do anything to be in their good graces again, only to realize… did you ever even care that much in the first place. opinions affect colby on a deeper level bc he wants to be seen as a good person. and he is. but when you have other ppl shitting on you, for example, for tweeting out about international women's day or that your facial hair is ugly or literally judging you for every girl you put yourself near, and it's CONSTANT…. you're eventually gonna snap. tbh, i'm surprised colby hasn't completely removed himself from twitter and insta altogether just bc of the hate those sites have given him for the past couple years.

2020-21 were the worst times to be a fan, so i can ONLY IMAGINE how terrible it was for colby, who was getting the brute force of it. i remember the disgusting death threat he got. he left twitter for like over a week, and then never returned to that site the same. that's why the balcony tweets stopped. and then when he lost his journal, one of the only ways he's ever been able to express himself deeply, ppl cheered about it in the replies. and some of those ppl were fans of ppl he was friends with.

sam gets hate, sure. i won't deny that ever. but colby… it is truly unlike anything i've ever seen in all my years of being online. and i swear the ppl that send him mean shit, it's like they know it hurts him and revel in it. he gets called out for every fuck up, even if sam has done the same, bc ppl know he'll actually feel guilty and apologize for it. they want to see him break, i truly believe that.

#ask #personal #colby brock

[digital-corruption]

You'll be happy to know that this chapter doesn't contain spoilers for episode 10! (Yay!)

It does contain some spice 🌶 and implied dubcon ⚠ however. 😅

Unrecognisable Part 9

A lot of the past 5 years of relationships flashed back to me. There had been so many disasters, which we all have in the dating game, but a couple stuck out at me. Namely the ones where I happened upon my ex’s computer with a damning email open, or the time my ex was in the shower and his wife messaged him to buy nappies on his way home. You know, just having the right evidence in front of me at just the right time. For years, I had put it down to shit luck. The thought that someone could possibly be going out of their way to leave these nuggets of wisdom for me to find was just inconceivable.

I stood there, staring at Jake, completely engulfed in his laptop, typing away frantically. He was oblivious to the fact I had returned. I wondered just how many times he had interfered in my life without me even knowing if he was alive. With the stolen phone still in my hand, I approached slowly, still trying to work out where to begin.

“Oh, you’re back. What’s wrong? Was the machine empty?” he asked innocently.

“You are actually quite sick, aren’t you?” I began.

Jake leant back in his chair, “Where is this coming from?”

“Jake, how many times have you sabotaged my relationships?” my voice shook with anger.

He sighed and took a moment before responding. “MC, I didn’t sabotage anything. All I did was bring to light the facts you refused to acknowledge,” he argued. “Also, some of those you ended yourself without my help.”

“Your help!? I never asked for your help!” I snapped. “Whatever made you think that you could interfere in my life like that!?”

“MC, those guys were scum! Worse than scum! They didn’t deserve you!” he continued. “I just made sure you were able to make the educated choice in ending it before you got hurt!”

“And these videos? Hmm? Surely you’re not having any trouble taking them down seeing how they are your videos,” I gestured to the laptop.

He stood up, “Is that a phone? Who did you call!? When did you call!?”

“No changing the subject!” I yelled. “Did you or did you not post those videos to PornHub!?”

“I did not,” he replied plainly.

“What are you not telling me?” I glared at him.

“They weren’t posted to PornHub,” he admitted. “I found the videos on his computer.”

“So you, what, faked the site to make me angry at him?” I tried to comprehend his reasoning.

“I couldn’t understand why he was recording them,” he shrugged. “Certainly nothing good was going to come from it.”

I shook my head in disgust, “You don’t get to choose who I date, Jake. You lost the right to have any say in that when you disappeared on me and didn’t even let me know you were ok.”

“MC, give me the phone,” Jake approached me

“Are you even listening!?” I exclaimed while stepping back.

“I am, but right now that phone is more important!” he insisted. “We can continue this after I deal with the phone!”

Jake snatched the phone from my hand and hurried out of the motel room. Fighting the urge to scream at the top of my lungs, I noticed he left his laptop wide open.  I walked around to see what he had been working on. Of course, I didn't understand half of the programs he had open, but he had a folder open with dozens of videos, more than he had shown me earlier. Their names contained date stamps, which seemed odd to me because I recognised some of the dates and some of them didn’t make sense. So I opened one that I didn’t recognise. In that moment, my heart froze and shattered into a million pieces. My boyfriend and my best friend were together in the same very room we slept in. It hurt to watch it and yet I couldn't take my eyes off it in the hope that they wouldn't, but they did go all the way. I closed it furiously and opened another. And another. And another. Time and time again they were having sex. It took all of my willpower not to throw Jake’s laptop across the room.

“MC, don't you know what happens to people when they get too curious,” Jake had leant over me to whisper in my ear. His hands slipped on top of mine and pinned them onto the table. “You weren't meant to find out like this.”

“How long have you had this!?” I gritted my teeth.

“I just found them. I apologise that I hadn’t dug deep enough the last time I broke into his computer. I have to admit, I was taken aback by your videos, I didn’t think to look for others,” he said sincerely. “I can make them suffer, if you want.”

My body shook, “I am so sick of being lied to and being misled. How do I know you’re not still trying to con me now?” I turned my head to look at him.

“You don’t,” he admitted before kissing my neck. “But ask yourself, what is more likely? Am I the sort of person who would fake these, or did those two people you care about betray you?”

I looked away again and shut my eyes. I just wanted to withdraw in myself, but he wouldn't let me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight against him. He left light kisses on my neck, occasionally tugging on my ear lobe with his teeth. I tried to ignore him, but he was persistent.

“Jake, please, not now,” I tried to push him away.

“Yes now,” he insisted.

I turned and shoved him away, but he grabbed my wrist with one hand and my jaw with the other so he could force his lips upon mine. His tongue invaded my mouth while I was caught off guard. It was felt as if he was swallowing my air. I tried to resist, but he shoved me against the wall. His knee pushed between my legs so his thigh grinded against my groin. Finally, he pulled away from my mouth, but while I was gasping for breath, he tilted my head up so he had full access to my neck to claim as his. He alternated between sucking and biting the sensitive spots on my neck, which he knew was keeping me from thinking straight.

My other hand tried to push him off, but he just grabbed it and pinned both hands to the wall above my head. He shifted to holding them with one hand so the other hand could slip under my shirt to grope my breast.

“Jake!” I exclaimed.

“Stop resisting and let me love you how you're meant to be loved,” he growled in my ear.

In that moment I lost the will to fight him.

#duskwood #duskwood fanfiction #duskwood jake x mc #duskwood jake #unrecognisable fanfic #tw: dubcon #tw: dubious consent

[altschmerzes]

Second and last answer (then I am off tumblr again, short visit) : Oh I just read your long answer to the message. Oh my good I seriously had no Idea. I am quite new on tumblr I just got here yesterday because of your fanfic were was mentioned your name and tumblr, I did not know that this is such a intimate safe space I thought it was more of a promoting fanfic and light and fun website with "hey there" and "whats up" kind of site and just reda your last comments. I had absolutely no idea, you seem to have think that I Know this site and the type of intimacy shared and your story- it must have been so horrible to red my message! I am so so so very sorry! Thank you for letting me know. I swear I will not write you again, I hope it brings you some peace of mind that i was just stupid and dumm and not knowing anything about this and will leave tublr ! it is you life and your feelings and i want don't to tell you how to feel and have no right too and now see what a huge mistake it was to treat this as a happy rambling website. I will leave tumblr now, so you can feel a bit safer if i made you feel unsafe. I am sorry I am writing this anonounoumosly still, but I was shocked by your (rightfully strong! You are absolutely right) reaction and feel not safe enough, which I am sure is ironic to you because you were made felt so unsafe by me- it is just how it is. Have a much better day. I have the feeling everything i write would sound stupid or be taken the wrong way (not because of you understanding it wrong, but because of me not being able to express it because i neither have the language not also the insight into the topic not it seems the sensibilty needed) so i will stop now with a final and the only thing that matters and I hope you can take away: I am so sorry you were hurt because of what i said. It will never happen again.

the only reason i'm answering this at all, bc i've been sitting here staring at it kind of speechless for about 15 minutes, is just to make some things clear for anyone ELSE who might be reading my responses and getting the wrong idea from them.

i love when people connect with me here from reading my fics

i promise i am not usually an overly angry or aggressive or scary person. i don't jump down people's throats for simple mistakes or attack people or whatever. i like to think, at least from my own limited internal perspective, obviously having no idea how i come across to other people, that i'm pretty friendly and approachable and kind as a general rule. i like to think, and i hope this is true, that i am not a scary person.

this is not a particularly...... intimate platform any more than any other social media is. i often promote my fic here and have lighthearted jokes and chat about media! i link my tumblr in my fic notes for a reason, and it's not because i need or want everyone to Intimately Understand The Intricacies Of My Life. it's a blog. i also make some personal posts sometimes, about my experiences with abuse and trauma and mental health issues among other things, but that doesn't mean it's like..... some kind of holy ground safe space. this wouldn't be okay to say to anyone anywhere based on the information available to you when you did it. it is just as inappropriate to make assumptions about strangers' lives and then lecture them based on those assumptions, especially regarding something as potentially fraught as family, on a 'happy rambling website' whatever that means.

just to be clear, none of this is a communication issue. it's not about what you've said being taken the wrong way. i give people the benefit of the doubt as best i can. i extend whatever grace i can because communication is always going to be imperfect especially via text. the problem is not one with wording or with expressing yourself. the problem is that you decided to shame me, a complete stranger, for how i spoke about my parent, when you had no information about my parent, me, our relationship, or our history. full stop. that was wrong. it was wrong, it was inappropriate, it was invasive, it was presumptuous, and it was cruel. you made that choice. own it and live with it and do better.

#gav gab #gav answers #abuse cw #i dont even know where to begin with this so i simply wont #like yeah it was pretty fucking horrible! #you know what else was pretty horrible? #getting repeated self-centred non-apologies painting me as some kind of big scary bastard who bit you for No Reason #long post

[jungshookz]

Hey Cee, I don't think I ever thought I'd ask for advice like this. But I genuinely just want to know what your take or anyone who reads this thinks about my situation?

I have a guy friend I had met on a dating site. Originally not intending to be friends, but ended up just being friends because he thought of me only as that. However, before he had come out of left field with that statement, I had thought what we had going on was flirting? Talking every day, even still, sending each other funny reels and going to museums or cute fun places together. Meeting up and just talking or taking a walk together, yknow.

And I guess because he had stated he doesn't see me as anything more than just a friend already, I wasn't letting myself get my hopes up. He drew the line, and I was okay with it, im still okay with it, because i genuinely value him as a friend, and i love talking and meeting up with him.

But I've gotten attached? Maybe it's because I never got to even tell him I like him before he went and told me how he only sees me as a friend. And after all this time, I've come to like him more and more? And as sad as it sounds, a small part of me wants to think it would be possible he'd like me or eventually come to like me after so long?

But recently, he asked me to help him take pictures for his dating profile. And like a good supportive friend, I said I'd help. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for helping him, but I suddenly thought about smitten y/n and how she went above and beyond to help JK with his date despite having huge crush on him herself, doing it to be supportive and seeing him happy. Going to get the flowers and then florist Yoongi asking her "why are you doing this? What do you get out of this?"

And then I had to take a step back and really ask myself, what AM I doing?? Ngl, it kinda stung seeing that he'd ask me to take pics for him to update his dating profile cause he wants to get back onto dating and finding someone. Cause after so long, I thought maybe he hasn't gotten back into it because we've been talking and going to do stuff together? Maybe I'm being delusional or hopeful. Realistically, I know I don't have a chance. I never did. But it felt like i might have had a possibility after so long?

I guess after that entire spiel, my question is, should I continue on as we are and take those pictures, be genuinely supportive friend, and learn to move on sooner or later? Or idk, what other options do I really have?

I don't want to ruin this friendship, what we have going on right now, by telling him I like him. Cause I know what the answer would be, and it would hurt even more to lose him as someone to talk and hang out with. But it kinda stings knowing I was never an option to him romantically.

I guess it's also because recently im starting to feel like I'm lacking to be appealing or attractive to guys. I'm only ever seen as friend material and not dating material.

Thank you so much for reading this. I just felt like I needed to rant and get some outside opinions.

hi! i’m happy to help as best as i can but don’t feel pressured at all to listen to me or anyone else, do what you’re comfortable with doing!! also my answer might be a little all over the place because i have so much to say and i feel like i need to get it all out before it disappears from my brain so here we go ALSO reading over this there is some tough love in here but i feel like everyone needs tough love every now and then and also everything i’m saying here is coming from a place of genuine love and care :-)) i’m a sagittarius we r blunt people whoops 

some guys have extra firm tofu level dense brains and don’t interpret what you’re doing together the same way that we’d interpret it — the sending each other memes, going to places together, etc — if you asked them they’d just be like yea i sent you that meme because i thought it was funny and also we went to the park together because it was nice out and i like the park?? 

i know you said you’re okay with being friends but are you really okay with it? because i don’t think you’d still be pining after him if you were really okay with it!! it’s okay to NOT be okay with it, don’t force yourself to try to feel another way just so you can justify continuing to be friends with him — holding onto the hope that one day he’ll come around and like you back is not a healthy way to deal with your feelings

with that being said, we can’t rule out the possibility that maybe one day he’ll change his mind and see you in a romantic light, but we have to take the situation as it is in current time. right now, he’s made it clear that he sees you as a friend and that the relationship is platonic. right now, he has asked you to take pictures of him for a dating app. right now, i assume he is on the dating app talking to other people. you can be hopeful, but you also have to be realistic. 

smitten!y/n did go above and beyond for jungkook! she did all of that for a man who didn’t see her in a romantic light and was literally on a date with another woman. and yoongi was so right in grilling y/n with those questions because really, truly, WHY would she do something like that for jungkook knowing that she’d get nothing in return? why is she hurting herself just so she can stay close to him?

of course it would be sad to lose him as someone to talk and hang out with, but talking and hanging out with him when you like him romantically and the feeling isn’t mutual is guaranteed going to be an even more horrible feeling. and it’s only going to get worse if he started dating someone and you still had feelings for him

at the end of the day it’s really up to you whether you’d like to continue being in this friendship or not. i can’t tell you what to do, your friends and family can’t tell you what to do — the only person you can listen to is yourself. that’s one thing that i learned from my relationship — even though everyone around me was telling me to do this and that, ultimately i had to listen to myself and do what i felt was right. 

this is your life and i am simply a person on the internet, but this situation is one that i’ve faced before and i promise you that there is someone out there who’s going to be more than happy to go on walks with you and send memes to you because they’re romantically interested in you! i know it’s hard to believe but at one point even i thought that i was just unattractive and unloveable and that no one was going to date me but i am a firm believer that the universe will start to work its magic once you come to a place where you’re happy with yourself <3 it’s tough work but it’s so worth it, i’m not there yet either but i hope you find comfort in knowing that i’m right here working on myself alongside you!! 

#ask cee #answered

[orchid-harmony]

A Helping Hand

This gift is for @eyes-eye-eyes for @mcyt-gt-events, I really hope you enjoy this, I did my best to try and write this out for you. I might be able to do the second prompt but loss of motivation might get in the way but prompt 2 might happen.

Prompt #1: T!SBI are out on a vacation, and get lost on their way back to the place they are staying. They attract some hostile unwanted attention. Thankfully, a g!tommy saves them before they can get hurt. Hurt/comfort :))) VORE MAYBE!!

Warning: Safe Vore, Cursing, a little bit of fearplay(I think)

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Phil knew things weren't gonna go well when they got lost.

He knew better than to trust Wilbur with directions.

But he did, and now he regrets it.

Him, Wilbur, and Techno were taking a vacation, it was a little cabin in a forest.

They wanted to have a picnic in a specific area where Phil went every time he used to come here for summer vacation when he was younger.

Of course, he wasn't allowed in the picnic area anymore due to rumors of people disappearing because of giants or dangerous creatures when they got to the picnic area.

He didn't and still doesn't believe the rumors. After all, those were just rumors.

He heard Techno sigh, "Dad, why did you let Wilbur take control of the directions when he clearly doesn't know where he is going?"

"Well then fuck you too Tech-no-blade, I'm no "Human Compass" like you are." Wilbur exclaimed.

"Don't say my name like that, you know full well that I could be a better guide than you could ever be." Techno exclaimed softly.

"Guys don't be so loud, we might attract-" Phil tried to explain but was cut off.

"Then go ahead Mister "Human Compass", show us the way towards the picnic site." Wilbur exclaimed as loudly as he could, just to spite Phil.

It was silent for a few seconds, before a voice came up.

"Well well, if it isn't more humans for me to have, I'm gonna be honest, it's been a real long time since I had humans for lunch, but today is my lucky day as it seems."

They all turned around to see a giant, he had brunette hair, with a coat on. The giant was smirking down at them.

They tried to run, but hands caught them before taking even more steps.

"I don't think so, you're not going anywhere except for my stomach."

All hope seemed lost in the situation that they were in.

"Tubbo, what the fuck are you doing at my side of the forest with humans who were on my side of the forest, I thought we had an agreement." Another voice spoke.

"Oh c'mon Tommy, just a little snack wouldn't hurt anybody."

"Then how would you like it if I come over to your side and take dear old Ranboo as a snack eh? Bet that he would be a good one too."

The giant holding them tensed.

"You wouldn't dare fucking touch Ranboo."

"Then give me back the humans, and nothing bad will happen to your dear old Ranboo."

The giant or Tubbo, thought about it.

"Actually, why should I listen to you, I could just ban you from my side of the forest."

Tubbo then started to lift his hand up to his mouth.

Before he could continue further, Tommy, the other giant, tackled Tubbo to the floor.

It made Tubbo release the family of three, but was grabbed by Tommy.

"I'm really sorry that I'm about to do this, but it's for your own good and safety."

Tommy then puts Phil and his son's in his mouth.

Phil and his sons were panicking, seemed like Tommy couldn't wait any longer and swallowed them.

They passed out shortly.

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Techno was the one who woke up first, he was expecting to still be inside stomach, but he was outside.

He looked over to see his father and older brother on the grass.

"Thank goodness you're awake, I thought I killed you all out of fear."

Techno turned to Tommy, he backed away immediately.

"Wait, calm down, I was the one who saved you and your family from the other giant that was gonna get you."

Techno couldn't believe him, even if his gut was telling him to.

"You literally ate me and my family, so tell me how I'm supposed to believe that?"

There was a bit of an awkward silence, then Tommy spoke.

"Sorry that I had to eat you guys but I had no choice, it was either that or fight you guys in his hand and get you hurt, or worse, get eaten by him."

Techno thinks about what Tommy said.

"If what he said is true, we would have been hurt either way, no matter the situation, we would still get hurt, or killed as a matter of fact." He thought to himself.

"Alright, I don't trust you but I can trust your reasoning."

"That's all I need big man."

A bit later, Wilbur and Phil wake up.

Techno walks up to them and hugs them both, thankful that both of them are awake and in perfect condition.

"So where are you guys going? I could take you to your destination, that way you don't have to have another encounter with the other giant."

"Oh we were going to a picnic site but we got lost, could you maybe lead the way to the picnic area?" Techno spoke up since the other two were probably too stunned to speak.

"Sure, I'd be happy to, follow me, I'll show you where it is."

Tommy stood up, then started walking.

Wilbur, Techno, and Phil stood up and ran to follow Tommy, who was walking a bit fast for them.

When they made it to the picnic area, the family of three settled down to rest their legs and lungs.

"You know, you could've asked me to carry you, so you guys wouldn't have to run all the way here."

"Right, I don't know about you but I'm going back to sleep, I don't care about the time, I'm sleeping my ass off." Wilbur said before shutting his eyes.

Tommy looked at Techno and Phil, "You guys want me to watch over you while you rest?" Tommy suggested.

"I mean, if you want." Phil answered.

"Great, get some shut eye, you might need it after today."

Techno and Phil nodded, before shutting their eyes.

Before fully falling asleep, they heard Tommy.

"Don't worry, I'll keep you guys safe."

And it all went black.

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A bit of background, Tommy and Tubbo don't get along very well with each other, so they have the forest separated, one side belongs to Tommy, while the other belongs to Tubbo.

Hope you enjoyed reading this, prompt 2 might come out but you will just have to wait and see.

If there is anything spelt wrong, or you see a typo, or i forgot a warning, please tell me.

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