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#basic human decency??? do people have that anymore???

mypimpademia · 10 months

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— Darlin’ I Don’t Wish You Well, When You Ain’t w Me

Ex!Bakugo x gn!reader

TW; Swearing, Bakugos a bit toxic but he doesn’t act on anything

Note: Part 2 (SMAU) is here !

⇶ While Katsuki wouldn’t be a bad boyfriend, he’d be a god awful ex

⇶ He’d treat you well during your relationship, actually, much to everyone’s surprise

⇶ Tends to all your needs and always makes sure that you knew how much he loves and cares for you

⇶ Your relationship wouldn’t be anywhere near bad, it’d be amazing actually and he makes a great boyfriend

⇶ But the way Katsuki acts in other areas is what leads to the downfall of your relationship

⇶ His ego, the way he treats and speaks to others, and other bad habits

⇶ He’s confided in you about his personal struggles with these things, and of course you were understanding and consoled him

⇶ But at the same time, you couldn’t stand seeing him act like such an asshole to people, especially since he acknowledges his issues but it seems to do little to nothing about them

“I can’t do this with you anymore, Katsu.”

You and Katsuki didn’t argue as much as people would think. And when you did, a lot of them were easily talked out after a quick intermission for both of you to calm down instead of screaming at each other. But there was one repetitive issue that you two never seemed to resolve.

A repetitive issue with him.

“What? What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” Katsuki heaved.

He knew exactly what you meant. He just hoped you didn’t actually mean it.

“I can’t be with someone who’s just such a fucking dick to everyone and anyone,” you ranted. “I mean seriously, would it really kill you to at least have basic human decency?”

He rolled his eyes and groaned. Truly, he’s too blinded by his own ego to understand what the problem is. It’s not like he treated you poorly, so why do you care so much?

“Oh my fucking god,” Katsuki whispered. “Why does this shit even matter to you so much? You act like this affects you somehow.”

The crazy part is, that he knows his ego is getting in the way of him seeing through this. But even then, he still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Are you deadass?” You gaped at him, completely in shock that he’d even think that, let alone say that to you. “‘Y/n, what’s wrong with Bakugo this time?’ And ‘Y/n, why’s your boyfriend such a fucking cunt?’ But you’re really gonna tell me this doesn’t affect me?”

“I mean, fuck, Katsuki, your head is so far up your own ass sometimes,” now, you were yelling, and Katsuki’s heart was sinking at the thought of what was to come. “You treat me right, and I won’t say that you don’t, but you can’t be that dense to not see how what you do bounces back onto others.”

His breathing pattern was all over the place, and his heart was beating rapidly. Katsuki wouldn’t have been surprised if he passed out right there.

“Okay, okay. You’re right, it does, I’m sorry,” he raked a hand through his spiked hair. “But what do you mean you ‘can’t do this anymore’?”

He wasn’t trying to deflect, and you both knew that. But the weight that the four words held was unbearable.

“I mean, I can’t be with you anymore.”

⇶ Katsuki isn’t a begger by any means, but he begged that day

⇶ He told you how much he loved you, and needed you, that you mean the world to him

⇶ And none of it was a ploy to get you to stay, he really did feel that way about you

⇶ He told you’d he’d change in a heartbeat, just say the word, and he would if it meant you wouldn’t leave him

⇶ But you left anyways, and to say that it crushed Katsuki would be an understatement

⇶ Between dying and admitting that he cried his eyes out for a week straight every night, he’d much rather die

⇶ Katsuki got his act together that same week, hoping that this was just something the two of you could move past if it was quickly resolved

⇶ He wouldn’t even call anyone an extra, or refer to Izuku as “Deku”, and everytime that he’d literally bite his tongue to keep him from doing so, he’d glance in your direction hoping that you were giving him a look of approval

⇶ But you hardly looked at him anymore, and when you did it wouldn’t even last a second

⇶ And his blood boiled when you moved onto someone else a few months later

⇶ You weren’t even dating the person, just casual back and forth flirting and talking

⇶ But it made Katsuki sick to even think of you with someone else

⇶ When you were dating, he always “joked” about how he wouldn’t want you to move on and be happy with someone else if he died while the two of you were together

⇶ But he wasn’t joking, and he doesn’t you to be happy with anyone else if he’s dead or alive, to be honest

⇶ Of course, he wants you to be happy and healthy and hopes you get all the good things you deserve… just not in a relationship sense when it’s not with him.

⇶ He acted like none of it bothered him, but it did

⇶ Katsuki wasn’t going to go as far as harassing you and your new partner. He’s thought about it, of course, but he knew that wouldn’t win you back

⇶ He also wasn’t going to go around with other people to get you back either, because that definitely wouldn’t work.

⇶ Not only would it not work, but Katsuki just isn’t the type to get around with people in general

⇶ He’s selective with who he gives his time to, and when he’s emotionally invested in something or someone, he goes all in, so he’d really hate to waste his own energy like that

⇶ Someway, somehow, despite being the one that got broken up with, his ego inflated even more when you left him

⇶ Sure he cleaned up his act, but that didn’t change the fact that he was a cocky asshole

⇶ When he first sees you with your new fling, he wanted to throw up at first, but eventually he got over it because in his head, you’ll never find anyone better

⇶ And he wasn’t totally wrong about that either

⇶ If anyone ever asked you, you don’t think you could even remotely lie and say that he treated you poorly in any way

⇶ Sure, you had your moments like any couple, but truthfully, he set a very high standard for your future partners

⇶ Katsuki always paid for everything, took you places, amazing dates (even if they usually weren’t expensive, because he knows the experience counts over everything), attentive to all your needs, never forgot important days, hardly even raised his voice at you despite his rough demeanor, and even more that you could go on about forever

⇶ He was an amazing boyfriend, really. So much so that even you weren’t sure if you’d find someone better

⇶ He might not actually do anything, but he will most definitely talk shit about your new little thing to Kirishima and the bakusquad

⇶ You expect that from him, but when Sero and Mina told what all he was saying (not to be snitches for fake, just to let you know that he’s going a bit crazy without you), you were honestly a bit shocked at how far he was going

⇶ They went from being Katsuki’s normal hater-ass comments to just nitpicky and spiteful

“Damn, did you see what the fuck they had on, I feel bad that Y/n even has to walk around with that.”

“That motherfucker seriously brought them _? Y/n hates that shit, it’ll be no fuckin’ surprise if they leave that loser.”

⇶ And while he won’t actively try to force himself back into your life, he can and will take every opportunity that will even slightly worm him back in

⇶ Opportunities usually present themselves in the form of group work, when the teacher still habitually places you two in the same group because they still think you’re together

⇶ And don’t let it be a project that’s just for a pair, because then he’ll LEAP for that chance

⇶ Even though there’s tension between you, for obvious reasons, you don’t feel awkward being alone with him. Even after months of hardly even looking at him

⇶ Katsuki is the type of ex you’ll always feel comfortable around, because he’ll always keep a special place for you in his heart

⇶ Still looks at you with pure adoration, even if he wants to gouge his eyes out with a spork when your new talking stage flashes you a smile across the library you’re working in

⇶ Still pays for everything, like the coffee and snacks you go get on your break, even if you insist that you can pay on your own. Granted, you’re much more angry about it this time around than giggly like before

⇶ Still takes you to one of your favorite hangout spots, even though the sweet memories you share there make both of your chests hurt now

⇶ Still calls you beautiful, gorgeous, pretty, his baby, angel, doll, etc even if you aggressively tell him to stop. And he does, he tries to at least, but it’s still so second nature to him that it just slips out like he never stopped using those names on you

⇶ Still asks how you’re feeling, how you’re really feeling, if you ate that day, drank enough water, even if you only grunt out short answers everytime

⇶ Eventually, he asks how you and “whatstheirface” are doing to cut through the thick silence

⇶ It catches you off guard, enough for you to raise your head up from your work to meet his eyes for the first time in forever

⇶ All you say is “We’re good”, but Katsuki knows better than that, he knows you better than that, and he chokes back a laugh at how much you suck at lying to him

⇶ All he says is “Y’know you can still come to me if you need anything?”, but you know better than that, you know yourself better than that

⇶ Because if you did talk to him more than you need to, you’d act on your urges to suffocate him with kisses and tell him you miss him, tell him that ‘whatstheirname’ isn’t jack shit compared to him, ask him if it’s too late to come back

⇶ You ask him if he’s talking to someone and he looks at you with adoring eyes, and shakes his head, leading you both back to an uncomfortable silence

⇶ Katsuki thought about telling you that he still loves you, that he misses you, to tell whatstheirname to fuck off, and so much more

⇶ Hell, for a split second he thought about begging again

⇶ The thing about Katsuki is, since he doesn’t like to use his precious time and energy on just anyone, when he views people in a romantic light, he views them as someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with

⇶ Someone that’s his everything, the only person in the world to him, his one and only

⇶ You were his first partner ever, and he wanted you to be his first and last everything

⇶ Which is exactly why you still are to him

⇶ Or you still can be at least, if you came back he’d have no objections, and he doubts that you’d have any either

⇶ The only question is, will you come back?

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Thank you for reading, comments and reblogs are appreciated 🫶🏾 !

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feelbokkie · 2 months

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Emergency Bokkie's Room #2

(Mamma Mia: Here We Go Again)

I want to start off by saying that I'm not mad. At least not right now. I was at first, but I'm just tired at this point and something should be said.

You might have noticed that I haven't been as active content writing wise lately and that I've stopped tagging my mutuals in the hashtag section of my posts and there are reasons for that.

fair warning, there will be swearing below

there will also probably be spelling and grammar mistakes bc I don't care

I am getting tired. I'm not burnt out. God, I wish I was because i have so many ideas running through my head at all times that it's exhausting.

I'm straight up, no longer having a good time on this account and that's because of somethings that have been happening behind the scenes. I wasn't going to talk about it but at the end of the day, I should address them, even if it's only once.

In no particular order:

First, if you're going to harass my mutuals. Don't. I stopped tagging my mutuals via hashtags, I deleted my mutuals list, and I am painstakingly going through the old hashtags and deleting them. They're my friendships. Who I interact with, how I interact with them, and when I interact with them is between me and that individual.

If you want to be friends with me, talk to me. Ask anyone, I'm pretty pleasant to talk to when I'm not going through it.

But also, remember that I'm an adult and I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone fighting my battles for me. If you're concerned about who I surround myself with, take that up with me directly, or trust that can handle things on my own. Because, at the end of the day, I can. If you're mad that I'm friends with them and not you, maybe try having a conversation with me first before you go attacking people. Just a a help suggestion.

Second,

i know i'm annoying at times. i'm the youngest child, it's in my blood. if you are getting annoyed by my rambles, simply just block them. I tag all my rumbles and I even made a helpful guide on how to do so right here and i even have a list of commonly used tags that i have on this account too that you can also block

Finally, I shouldn't have to say this because it should be very obvious but shit like this is never okay:

First of all, if you're going to be blatantly racist to anyone, unkindly get the fuck off my page. My fics are not for you. I don't have the time or patience to deal with you or your ignorant ass. If I see you being disrespectful towards anyone in my asks, comments, etc. it's an automatic block on all my accounts, I don't give a single fuck.

Secondly, I'm delusional, yes, but I'm also just having fun. I'm not actually trying to date anyone in skz or any other idol for that matter. It's called a joke, I don't know if anyone's explained the concept to you, but it's not to be taken seriously. Just like my page isn't. Me joking about me dating Seungmin and how "that man owns me atp" isn't serious and it wasn't serious enough for you to call me the n-word with the hard -er. Which, congratulations btw, you are the second person ever to call me that to my face (the first being my dad and he is the devil reincarnate so, what does that make you?).

I shouldn't have to sit here and lecture anyone on basic human decency and common sense but here we are. We are very rapidly approaching a future where I'm just not on tumblr at all anymore which sucks for a multitude of reasons and I'm just trying to have fun like everyone else.

Okay, that's all. For those of you who read through the end and didn't need to be scolded, sorry about that. Please take this big hug as an apology

#emergency feelbokkies room

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tempests-bards-and-birds · 2 years

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reminder that if you think that asexual people, aromantic people, aroace people, aroallo people, demisexual people, and demiromantic people are invalid

then you are not welcome on this blog.

i will never be okay with aphobia in any way, shape or form, so if you in any way discriminate against aspec people then this is your cue to leave. go. get the fuck out.

i don't care if you find it 'weird' or 'unnatural'. i don't care if it makes you uncomfortable that some people don't experience certain feelings or attraction the same way you do. i don't care if you think any of those things. if you don't even have the basic human decency to respect other people for who they are then honestly i don't even know what to say anymore.

if you're aphobic, please just fuck off.

#asexual #asexuality #aromantic #ace #aro #aspec #aroallo #demisexual #demiromantic #tw aphobia #cw aphobia #idek what to say anymore #if you're aphobic then just get the fuck off this blog #cw swearing

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yveltalreal · 5 months

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you people have got to understand basic fucking human decency my fucking god. you cant just harass people cause you dont like what they're doing. if its not actually harming people who fucking cares. also like. the block button is free. clicking the unfollow button is free. going into settings and blocking all mentions of that blog so its filtered out is free.

and im gonna be honest its just as dickish to like tell people ur unfollowing too. like its one thing to dm a friend that you cant talk to anymore its another to send an anonymous ask which cannot be answered privately saying ur unfollowing.

harassing people is not okay. its straight up just fucking bullying at this point.

#pkmn irl #pokeblr #ooc post

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milequaritchsslut · 1 year

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Don’t forget my love Chapter 2

Based on the song Don’t Forget My Love by Diplo and Miguel

Part 1 here!

Notes📝: Humans do not need masks to breathe anymore! Reader is still kinda young like late 20’s!

Word count: 4k

Warnings⚠️: arguing, tension, teasing, yelling, crying, torture, blood, fluff, mentions of cheating, sexual tension, size kink?, talk of private parts, miles being protective, masturbation (no p in v tho), eventual p in v, fingering, multiple orgasms, miles eating you out, daddy kink, pet names, public sex kinda?,

Background: After getting captured and being interrogated ends up causing old feelings to come to surface…

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The tension was all you felt on the fly back to the base. You hated them you hated these demonic dreamwalkers. Why couldn’t they just leave you alone, especially him. The man you were in love with so long ago who for all you knew was dead, sitting right next to you. Maybe this was the way Ewya punished you for your past actions. But why now? Why would she allow this why would she let him of all people live?

Sitting in your thoughts you hadn’t noticed the eyes staring you down. Looking up you watched as the the dream walkers eyes wandered along down your body. Now eyeing your loincloth that was out of place. Rapidly moving your cloth back into place. Perverts is what you thought. Did they have nothing else to do? You were enemy’s for gods sake did they have no decency? You knew you had a nice body you had always been acknowledged about it back on earth even now sometimes. In response hissing at them causing all eyes really being on you now.

“Oh she really thinks she’s one of them?” One of them teased causing a ripple of laughs around the group.

“You are lucky I’m handcuffed or I’d gut you like a pig!” You responded getting a smirk out of him. God you hated them they thought they were all high and mighty compared to you. You hated people like them except for him. You noticed how he hadn’t laughed at you like the others but in turn glared them down. He still cared for you, you were still his wife at least legally.

As the heli landed you let out a deep breathe. You hated flying on planes but banshees and ikrans were different you actually enjoyed the rides the kids would take you on during the day when they wanted to show you a new trick they had learned. But planes just made you sick they could break down at any given time so who were you to trust them? The group stood up as the helicopter landed. Miles quickly gripped your cuffed hands as he led you out of the helicopter.

The inside of that thing smelled disgusting it rid of sweat and balls. God you hated how sweaty everyone was. As you entered the fresh air you observed the base. You hadn’t been here in years there was nothing good ever happening here anyways so why would you ever come back? There was so much tension between you two it was suffocating you.

“Where are we going?” You wondered as you were literally being pulled forward.

No answer

“Miles where are you taking me?” Your tone getting a little annoyed.

Still no response

“Miles im serious where are you taking me?”

“To get interrogated”

Interrogated? Wait that meant..No no no. He wouldn’t do that to you right? You had seen that machine they used on Na’vi warriors. It was basically a torture machine. It had killed one of the Na’vi before and you had a front row seat. You had watched as he begged in for them to stop while his screams filled the room. You watched as the blood from his nose covered his body. They just watched as it trickled down his face and watched him choked on it as he screamed in agony.

As you entered the main building you looked around at the humans running around the area with paperwork in their hands and the scientists conversated. It didn’t seem like they took much attraction towards you. That was good maybe you could slip past them later in hopes of leaving this hell hole you hadn’t even been in for an hour. Miles let you and the dreamwalkers into a large area. This was the main hub. It looked similar to how it was the last time they were here. It almost felt like deja vu.

And there it was the machine. Pulling back, you got the attention of the lobby as you begged them not to put you in that thing. Miles turned back as you got loose of his grip and ran the other way to only be met with another solider looking down at you.

“Miles please don’t put me into that thing pls” you begged turning back to him. Reaching for you “Honey I can’t go against orders” pulling you to the machine.

“No miles please!” You screamed as you were dragged on the tile floor. “Miles it’s going to kill me pls don’t” as you tried to rid of his grip but it was useless and you knew it he was 5x stronger than he was in his human body.

“Don’t fight it y/n you’re only making it harder” placing you in the holster.

Holding onto his arm that was holding you down you scratched and slapped at it. The fear overwhelmed the entirety of your body. You felt as if you were in a pit of lava being drowned in. Noticing the whole rooms attention was on you caused your movements to come to a stop. You felt embarrassed of how you acted, but you’d do anything to stop this machine. As he strapped you in your cry’s filled his senses as he tried his best not to give in. He didn’t want to do this this was the last thing he wanted to do. But there was no other way, he had to follow orders or they’d boot him. Tears now falling from your face your eyes made contact, he watched as they begged for his mercy as he stood back. Slowly shaking his head his feet failing him as he walked away.

A hard look human woman is walked over to you as you struggled. She seemed like she ran this whole gig. She was probably the big boss miles was so scared of you thought. She did look scary in her army pants and stright looking face eyeing you down.

“Hello y/n, I’m General Ardmore now we can do this the easy way you just tell us where Jake sully is hiding and you’ll be free”

“We both now damn well that’s not gonna happen”

Walking away with a smirk on her face sent shivers down your spine knowing exactly what was going to happen. Preparing yourself taking a deep breathe awaiting the pain that was bound to happen.

“Start it” comanding the soldier standing next to her

“Yes ma’am” pushing the button

Ewya help me you prayed as the machine started up. Your eyes stung as the bright light flashing on and off your eyes as they watched your thoughts. Grunting from the sting the pain started on your forehead. It felt as if someone was throwing boulders at you and not stopping. Looking around for some kind of relief all you got were stares from the soldiers. Looking for miles you finally spotted him in the back with a concerned face.

Screaming in pain you begged for them to stop. Each beg causing another tear to drain from your eyes twisting your hands into fists trying to cope in some way. It felt like they’d been at it for hours at this point. As blood trickled down from your bright red nose into your mouth it you heard a beep go off causing the machine to stop. Lightheaded you looked up finding miles being the one who stopped it.

You knew he wasn’t that cold, he still loved you and he couldn’t hide it. As you watched miles walking closer you could feel your eyelids drooping down till they were finally closed as you passed out.

Miles quickly pulled you out of the machine grips and into his arms. Throwing your arms over his shoulders in your past out state he turned to the General hoping she would listen to his advice.

“She is not your woman anymore colonel, she is an enemy so treat her like one” looking up at him as he nodded.

“Why don’t we try the personal angle?” Only getting an eye roll on response as she signaled the others to show miles to the interrogation room. As he followed them he could feel the blood from your nose dripping onto his shoulders. He regretted every second of what he did, he couldn’t see you screaming like that and not do anything. He wasn’t that kind of man, he was a man who took charge no matter the case.

Ducking under the doorway, he placed his hand over your head. In fear it would get bumped.

“You can put her here colonel” a tall male scientist said pointing to the table. It looked hard with nothing on it that just wouldn’t do.

“Get her a pillow” he stated not leaving room for defiance from him.

Nodding he quickly left the room going to fetch a pillow. As he stood there he couldn’t get the picture of you screaming his name out of his mind. He knew he could never imagine the pain you had gone through today. He wanted to cradle you in his arms and tell you everything was going to be ok like he used to.

The scientist hurried into the room with a large white pillow in his hands. Too scared to look Miles in the eyes he placed the pillow on the large table.

“Hey im gonna Need some wipes too” looking down at the man.

“Yes sir” quickly scurring away

Miles walked over and gently placed you down while holding our head hoping not to hurt it. Placing you on your back he watched your chest move up and down. You looked beautiful when you were sleeping. Leaning down he placed a small kiss on your forehead.

“Here sir” handing him the wipes

Nodding he took them in his hands. They were tiny in his grasp causing a chuckle out of miles. Lifting your head on his lap as he sat beside you. He slowly opened the package and wiped the remaining blood off your face.

“I’ve missed you” he quietly whispered.

The feeling of guilt was always inthe back of his mind ever since he woke up in his new body. You were the first thing I thought about. You were his everything and not having that broke him. Keeping it inside never helped but who would he talk to? The other recoms were like family to him but not close enough to open up.

As he finished wiping the blood off he noticed your eyes opening. Now looking up at him you turned your head lazily realizing what position you were in. You flew up off the table now on your feet and in between his legs as you pulled your knife from your thigh bringing it up to his neck. He didn’t even flinch, he was never a man who was scared. But you, you were one of the few things he was scared of. That was one of the reasons he even married you. He loved that feeling you gave him when you two were together he never knew your next move and that excited him in every way.

“Do not touch me miles” you spit as you watched his hands fly up in defeat.

“I was just cleaning you up darling” giving a smirk on response as he matched his breathing with yours

Finally letting up you threw the knife across the room and moved back never breaking eye contact.

“Why don’t you sit down sweetie?” He offered signaling you to sit next to him.

“I’m not a fucking child miles” you spat again

Letting a silence engulf you both he finally opened his mouth

“Yk you were the first thing I thought about when I woke up” looking down at his hands in his lap.

Suprised by his words you took a step closer.

“Should’ve thought abt that before you cheated on me”

“Y/n I never wan-“ being quickly cut off

“How could you do that to me miles?”

“She meant nothing to me”

“Don’t give me that bullshit miles”

Standing up he looked into you “I’m sorry”

Reaching out for your hand you moved away breaking eye contact too scared you’d break in front of him.

“You think a sorry is gonna make it better?” You asked fighting back tears.

“No y/n i don’t”

A tear quickly slipped out being wiped away just as fast as you went to sit down.

“I cried for you every night, every single night. Just to find out l you cheated” another tear coming out but you just let it it didn’t matter you were gonna cry eventually.

“You were the only thing on my mind when I did it I swear sweetheart” coming to sit next to you.

As he sat down you placed your head on his shoulder as you let the tears fall in silence. You were too tired to fight you couldn’t take anymore stress you wanted to fall over and die.

Looking down at you he watched them fall one by one eventually turning into a waterfall of them.

“I am so in love with you sweetheart I don’t even blame you for hating me”

“Thank you- for stopping that machine”

“I love you”

“I know”

Your moment being quickly interrupted by the opening door cutting you off from the outside. Moving your gaze to the door way you watched as one of the recom soldiers walked in. Sitting up you wiped away your tears causing your face to turn red.

“General wanted to know how it’s going sir” now standing in front of doorway awaiting his answer keeping his eyes on you.

“Yeah Lyle let her know the hostage will be joining us on missions”

Confused you flash miles a confusing look as Lyle walked out.

“I am going back home miles, you cannot keep me here”

“There aren’t many options here sweetheart”

“I will run away I swear to god miles”

Standing up he smirked not saying a word as he ducked under the doorway. “Wait miles don’t leave!” Running to tug his tail back.

“Huh- stop that” swatting your hand away. “Don’t leave me here miles pls” you hated it in here it felt suffocating and lonely even when he was with you in here. You missed the jungle and being able to roam free whenever you wanted to.

“you’ll have to put on normal clothes”

Thinking it through you finally gave in as he led you down the hallway you looked into the rooms as you passed them in curiosity. The ground felt strange to you. You kinda enjoyed the way your feet slid off the slick flooring with every step you took. You had gotten so used to being barefoot in the grass you had almost forgotten what it felt like with shoes.

Stopping at a door with a large sign saying “storage” on it miles opened the avatar sized door letting you go in first. The room was filled with grey steel made racks of boxes with different labels on them. You hated how boring it looked, pandoras colors never failed to surprise you but this was just disgusting. Following miles down the aisles finally going down one and watching him going through the boxes.

“What size are you darling?”

“You don’t remember?” Flashing him a smirk

“I-“ being cut off as you moved in front of him now almost skin to skin with this man gave a warm feeling in your groin area signaling a blush on your face as you looked through the boxes. Miles just looked at you at how small you were it got him hot just thinking about it. You were so tiny in his grasp, so little and fragile. He loved that, he felt the urge to protect you especially after todays events. Even when he was human he was always protective of you in any setting. A male coworker making you laugh a little too much? There he was immediately giving you a kiss on the cheek and holding you by the waist.

As you rummaged through the boxes you finally found your size in army pants. Turning around you realized just how close you really were looking up to his gaze you noticed how his eyes trailed your body and every movement it made. Your body failed you as you could feel your slick sticking to your loincloth as your breath picked up. Miles noticed how your breathe changed so fast. Snapping out of it you quickly lowered your gaze to the ground too embarrassed to say anything.

“You got the right size?” Letting out a grunt trying to rid the tension.

“Yes yes I did” you hated him so why did you get so flustered over this? You mentally cursed yourself for it causing your expression to change quickly.

“Do you want any underwear with that?” Smirking at the thought of you being commando under those clothes.

“Shut up” rolling your eyes as you looked for the label underwear on the boxes. After a few minutes you finally found it. As you opened it you could feel his eyes wandering your barley covered body as you stood on your tippy toes.

Looking through the box, in your surprise you found a hot pink silk thong. Your eyes widened at the sight, you hadn’t worn one in years. Pulling it out from the box you looked up at miles with a smirk on your face putting it on display right in front of him.

“You think I should wear these? I know you love it when I wear my pretty little thongs” you watched as his gaze lowered to the display in front of him causing an even bigger smirk to appear on his face.

“Oh you think that’s funny do ya” tilting his head waiting for your answer

“Yeah and what are you gonna do about it?” You were walking on thin ice at this point you knew how to push his buttons and oh you definitely pressed his buttons.

“Don’t try and play this game with me y/n, cause I will take you here and now you just gotta say the word bunny” as he squatted getting to your level with his smirk still plastered on his little face.

Your face flushed at his words, you knew he was a man of his word he’s always been. The way he was eyeing you like a starved man made your thighs clench at the sight. He looked ravenous at your vulnerable state. Since he was now in a new body that meant his senses were heightened, which meant his smell was keen on everything especially you. It engulfed him the closer he got to you, he knew exactly what you wanted your scent gave it away and he was ready to deliver.

“Don’t do it” was all your mind was telling you. He didn’t deserve you, he was your enemy you weren’t on the same side as him. so why did you want this so bad? Why did you act like this with him? You would never admit it out loud but you fell in love with him again. The second you two made eye contact in the jungle you could feel it. The way his eyes sparkled as he watched you just laying there on the ground made you tremble. You would always love him no matter what because he was your husband and you were his wife. Nobody else’s only each others. You had begged Ewya every night to make it stop but the feelings wouldn’t go away he will always be the one and there was no changing that. So you let go. You finally gave in it was all too much you couldn’t deny it anymore you wanted this. You wanted him and you couldn’t stop yourself from that.

“I-I uhm” you couldn’t get a clear sentence out you were too flustered at his comment you wanted it so bad but you just couldn’t get the right words out.

“Hm alright then” standing up with a dissatisfied face.

“So are you gonna put those on or what sweetie?” Looking down at you waiting to you to strip right in front of him.

“Look away” not making eye contact

“Aw come on I’ve seen it all before. Are you really embarrassed?” Smiling at your embarrassment

“I am not embarrassed miles” You weren’t and you weren’t scared to strip in front of him.

“then do it”

“Fine” grabbing your pants you untied your loincloth and watched as it dropped to the ground.

You could feel his eyes burn into your skin as you stood naked from the stomach down and you loved it. You had him wrapped around your finger. Looking up you made eye contact with him as you moved your fingers closer to your heat. Bringing your middle finger to your clit you slowly started drawing circles never breaking eye contact.

His mouth gaped in awe watching your slick trickling down your leg as you let out small mewls of pleasure. Picking up the pace you sat down and spread yourself on the cold cement ground opening your legs for a full view.

“M-miles” breaking eye contact to pull your head back in pleasure.

“Yes baby?” His voice was low and smooth he was hanging on your every word.

Unable to form words you just let out little mumbles as your slick reached the floor and your back arched. He watched every movement as if his life depended on it. Grunting at the sight he brought himself down now all fours creeping closer to your heat.

“N-no touching” letting out a gasp as your climax reaches closer.

Getting a hiss in return he sat down watching the display in front of him licking his lips from the thought of having himself inside you. He hated that he couldn’t touch you, no matter of fact he despised it he missed having you skin to skin. He admired the way you flinched at your own touch as if you weren’t used to it.

“Looking so good for daddy in this position bunny” it was like on command you climaxed, clenching your thighs together as a wave of pleasure exploded through your body. Keeping your gaze up you watched as miles crawled over and spread your legs running the thick of his tongue along your throbbing cunt catching any loose juices still spilling out of you.

letting out a loud moan he quickly threw his hand over your mouth to not bring any attention to the both of you. Letting out little muffles under his grasp he plunged 2 fingers into your sobbing cunt.

“Oh Ewya!” You screamed at the sudden movements causing your walls to clench around his massive digits, getting a grunt out of him.

“You gotta be quiet for daddy sweet girl” nodding your head as you lowered your lewd sounds. You could feel as his thrusts fastened as you reached closer to your second orgasm as you lost yourself in pleasure.

“m’so close fuck miles” feeling his tongue swirl around your clit to reach your climax, finally pushing you over the edge and letting out one last mewl of pleasure before you fell back to the ground.

Crawling over your small frame, as he admired your vulnerable state. Cupping the back of your head bringing it to the crook of his neck as he held you in his arms. He loved holding you, remembering back as soon he would get off work he would just lay with you in bed and hold you in his arms just admiring your beauty from all angles. He couldn’t get enough of you in this state he wanted to stay like this forever but all good things must come to an end right?

Standing up, you wrapped your arms around his neck looking to meet his gaze you watched as his golden eyes stared into you, getting a smile out of you you let yourself down.

“Y/n I love you”

“I- uhm I should get ready” looking around for your loose clothing in a hurry.

Collecting your clothing you quickly pulled the baggy army pants over your legs still glistening in your slick. It felt strange to have real pants on. You felt almost contained in them? No it wasn’t that maybe suffocated? No but nonetheless you didn’t like it but you had no choice.

“We should go” he proposed as he started towards the door.

“Yeah” nodding in agreement as you finished clothing yourself with a grey tank top fitting your frame perfectly. Walking out you worried for the clan. You had hoped they weren’t missing you too much. You were one of them now after all. But what would they think of this? These lewd actions with the enemy of all people. He’s killed so many Na’vi how can you come back from this…

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Ok y’all I’m sorry if the smut part is bad I’m so scared y’all are gonna hate it . It’s only my like second time writing smut so just be warned lol! But I did enjoy with chapter I’m excited to write the next one 😈 I don’t think there will b any smut in the next chapter but that could Change so don’t rely on that. But enjoy lol I hope you liked it as much as I did!

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Paint me red.

PART 4

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: You're one of Vickie's best friends. Her girlfriend, Robin, is in need of a distraction for her best friend, Steve Harrington, who you vaguely remember from school. Which is where you come in.

CW / Disclaimer: A bunch of cute stuff, just a nice feel good fic about our dear boy Steve.

Author’s note: It was time to write about Steve Harrington, so here it is. Four parts, can find them both on here and on my ao3: eddiemunsons. Enjoy!

Words: (of current chapter) 2783 / (complete fic) 13059

Steve’s POV

Steve had himself draped nearly flat over the counter, arms folded under his head as he watched Robin dart from left to right in front of him while she talked. He watched with mild amusement as she gestured wildly along with her words. In all fairness, he wasn’t exactly following what the point of her story was anymore as she had redirected the course of it about six times now, but he loved hearing her talk.

“… so. You’re coming to the fair with me.”

He frowned.

“Huh?”

Robin rolled her eyes affectionately and ruffled his hair, which immediately caused him to straighten his back to fix it.

“Have you even been listening?” she asked. Steve nodded, then shrugged, then shook his head.

“I… tried?” He provided a crooked smile.

“Vickie and Y/N are working at the fair. I’m gonna give Vickie a visit so you should come. They work at a food stall so… can have a nice chat and stuff.”

Steve thought back on the last time he had seen you and suppressed the smile that threatened to grow on his lips. He remembered how fun it had been during the paintball game, how you had painted a flower on his cheek and how he hadn’t wanted you to get out of his car in favor of talking to you for a little while longer.

“Won’t that be weird?” Steve questioned, considering that maybe you wouldn’t want to see him. It wasn’t like you had given him the idea that you were interested at all. Normally, girls would fawn over him before he even had to woo them. Except with Robin, but Robin was gay. Even Nancy had given obvious signs that she was interested. What if…

“Are you sure she’s into guys?”

“Uh, yeah? I think she’s definitely into guys. Why does that matter? Are you into her?”

Steve avoided her smug expression. Robin was having none of it and moved her head into his vision, cocking an eyebrow at him.

“She’s nice,” Steve mumbled.

“Nice.”

“Yeah! She’s nice. Can’t people be nice?”

“Just nice?”

Steve sighed and rubbed his face with his hand. Robin always did stuff like that. Asked questions in a way that made him want to defend his answers.

“She’s nice and… funny.”

Robin raised her brow.

“Fine, she’s also hot. Her eyes are really pretty. Nice hair too and… well, everything,” Steve admitted with a sigh. Robin could read him like a book, as usual. He just hoped he was only obvious to her. His crushes on people blossomed way too quickly. People could simply portray some basic human decency and he’d feel a subtle notion of butterflies. Not actual butterflies, but his brain could easily trick him into believing they were.

Robin’s subtle smile spread into a grin.

“I thought so. You like her. So. Fair? Yes? Can I tell Vickie we’ll be there?”

“Sure, yeah. Do that.”

Robin smirked and grabbed her pack of gum from the counter.

“Perfect. Want one?”

“Yes, thanks.”

The fair was bustling with people all around, visitors a mix of children to elderly, though teens and young adults were mostly prevalent. While Steve took in the various stalls and attractions they had, Robin was trying to make a beeline towards the stall you and Vickie were at. It was when Steve glanced up at a giant pink teddy bear, his footsteps faltering, that Robin sighed and hooked her arm through his.

“Don’t get any ideas, she might be one of the many girls that don’t like pink.”

“I was just looking,” Steve argued, turning his head to look at it one more time. “It’s just… massive, isn’t it? I never understood why anyone would want a big plushie like that.”

“To hug it, sit against it, I don’t know. I don’t like them either.”

“Don’t they have their partners for that?” Steve questioned out loud, to which Robin shrugged.

“Maybe it’s for when they miss them? Anyway, maybe plushies hug better than some people.” A beat and then: “Vickie gives the best hugs.”

Steve smiled softly at her and let her lead him towards the food stall. It was easy to spot Vickie in the distance, though he didn’t see you yet. Perhaps you were taking a break or something. Once they arrived at Vickie’s stall they were met with a bright smile and she quickly walked around it to hug them both.

“Hi guys!” She immediately eyed Steve apologetically. “Sorry, Y/N isn’t here.”

“Oh,” Steve said, unable to hide his disappointment all that well. “That’s— she’s not sick or anything, is she?”

“Oh, no! She’s just not here,” Vickie said, pointing to the ground. “She had to cover for someone at the haunted house.” Steve followed her gaze towards a creepy looking attraction where several people stormed out of every now and then. Fun.

“Oh okay, cool. I’ll see if I can spot her later, maybe.”

“You should go in! It’s really fun. And scary of course,” she said with a giggle. “I’ll be here when you get back,” she told Robin then with a bored roll of her eyes. “I’ll be here alllll night.”

Robin squeezed her hand sympathetically and smiled.

“Will you have time to walk around with me later? I saw a giant bear plushie that I want to win for you.”

Steve gaped at her and she shrugged as a smile tugged on her lips.

“So that’s why you were so damned to drag me away, huh? You wanted it all for yourself,” Steve concluded with narrowed eyes.

“She likes pink,” Robin said, as if that was enough of an explanation. Vickie beamed at her and nodded excitedly.

“Yeah! I’ll get off at ten so we will have two hours or so. Just promise me you won’t waste all your savings, please. Let’s agree on an amount.”

“Who says I’m not a professional at balloon popping?” Robin countered with a playful smile. Vickie batted her eyelashes at her and wrapped her arms around her neck before giving her a quick kiss on her cheek.

“Alright. Show me your best!”

After that, Steve and Robin headed to the ticket booth of the haunted house and he was surprised not to see you there either. For some reason that had seemed to be the most logical place to spot you next. It bugged him a little that disappointment swirled in his stomach. When did his desire to see you become so strong all of a sudden?

“Maybe she’s inside?” Robin offered, noticing his confused expression.

“To do what?”

“I don’t know, scare people?”

Steve shrugged and joined Robin in the row to the haunted house. Many screams were heard from both inside and at the exit and if he was honest, he was already dreading it. He wasn’t scared that easily, he liked to think (it was a lie), but haunted houses just gave him the type of fright that was hard to ignore, especially if someone ran after him unexpectedly. There was no way he was backing out though, he just hoped he’d see you somehow. Maybe they did some storytelling inside? He doubted you were a scare actor since they usually went all out for that with make up and costumes and what not. According to Vickie you had been called upon pretty last minute.

It was extremely dark inside and he fought the urge to grab Robin’s hand immediately. She’d never let him hear the end of it. Cautiously, they walked forward, the first room being filled with eerie sounds and cobwebs hanging low from the wall. They even added a giant spider on one, which creeped him out already. This was going to be hell. His eyes flickered over to the jail bars next to him as they entered the next room and he noticed actors were standing behind it, occasionally snaking a hand through the bars. Robin however hadn’t noticed, and when one of them lightly grazed her arm, she bolted with a scream.

“Oh, great,” Steve mumbled dryly, earning a giggle from an actor breaking character for a second. He hoped Robin was alright, as he didn’t find her in the next room, or the next. His eyes were so focused on finding the entrance to the following room that he hadn’t noticed he wasn’t alone. Out of nowhere, an actor jumped in front of him, arms wide open as if to grab him.

“AHH!”

As he jumped backwards he saw that they were smaller than him and wearing a mask and, he vaguely noticed through his own screaming, were calling him by his name.

“Steve! Steve, it’s me!”

Y/N’s pov

Steve relaxed cautiously as you put your hands on his shoulders after lifting the mask up to rest on top of your head.

“Steve.” A soft giggle escaped you. “It’s me, Y/N.” You gave his shoulders a quick squeeze and pulled him aside in case the next group would show up.

“Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Steve sighed exasperatedly as his hands searched for a way to hold onto you. He settled for a brief brush of his hands against your shoulders before he dropped his arms again. “Ever thought of saying hi instead? I think I lost three years of my life just now.”

You couldn’t help but giggle some more and squeezed his shoulders lightly. Your hands traveled down his arms until it felt right to remove them and you shrugged.

“It is a haunted house after all. Wait, then I guess it was Robin who I saw running past just now then, huh? I was still processing that but then I saw you and I was certain it was you, so…”

“It’s me. Steve “The Deceased” Harrington. I might as well stay here forever now, become a corpse,” Steve said with a heavy hand gesture.

“You’re so dramatic, Steve.” You smiled. “Go on, before the others come. I don’t wanna keep you.” You urged him towards the next room but he shook his head.

“Wait— Uh… Do you also get off at ten? Like Vickie?”

“Yes…?” you asked, feeling there was more to that question.

“Do you want to hang out with me after? Vickie and Robin are going to and I don’t really want to be a third wheel and uhm… Well no it’s not just that, I also had fun with you last time, so. Yeah. Just a question. If you like.”

He ran his hand through his hair and scratched the back of his neck all in one motion and sighed, unsure what to do next. You smiled at him.

“I’d love to. We can meet at the food stall? I’ll for sure be hungry and I’ve promised myself some churros.”

Steve nodded.

“Alright, meet you there.” He glanced towards the next room. “I don’t trust this place after what you did to me just now.”

“You’ll be fine. Just be prepared for when the guy with the chainsaw comes running after you and don’t break a leg, please. ‘S gonna be hard to walk around the fair with me otherwise.”

“A guy with a— Okay, I’ll do my best,” Steve groaned. “Nice seeing you again, despite these circumstances,” he added with a soft smile. You nodded in agreement.

“Nice seeing you too, Steve “The Deceased” Harrington.”

Ten couldn’t come around soon enough. Luckily time passed faster in a haunted house than it did at a food stall, as the energy of people in an attraction was vastly different. You managed to scare quite a few people, though you didn’t jump in front of anyone like you had with Steve. That had been personal, for the sake of it. Other than that one time you spent your time walking through the room slowly, dragging a fake ax behind you on the ground. That was scary enough for most people. Being in a haunted house usually made them skittish for the mere fact that they were in it.

Aside from time passing by fast, you wished you had spent it at the food stall instead. It would have meant you didn’t smell like a stuffy mask and your hair would still be perfectly in place and Steve would probably— Hold on. You stopped your train of thought quickly. Since when were you focusing on appearance when it came to Steve? You shook your head, quickly shrugging it off. Nonsense, you just wanted to be presentable in general. That was all. A relieved sigh left your mouth which coincidentally startled a person who had just wandered into the room. Oops.

You left a little past ten as you waited for someone to replace you since you had only agreed to take over until that time. After handing the guy your mask and long, oversized coat you had been wearing to hide your clothes, you quickly made your exit towards the staff bathrooms to freshen up a little. Wearing a red t-shirt to match the food stall had all been fun until you didn’t spend most of the night there, as well as the red lipstick you had decided to wear. Your light blue washed jeans and black boots finished the look and to your relief you still looked presentable enough after a quick touch up.

You were only half surprised to just see Steve standing there and you couldn’t blame Robin and Vickie for wanting to get as much time together as they could. Seeing Steve all by himself did make you feel a little guilty though, considering it was already twenty minutes past the agreed time. Once you got closer, you realized he was wearing a paper cone with churros and your heart swelled a little. Vickie had already cleaned up the food stall, so getting them yourself would have been out of the question. He seemed to be lost in thought still when you halted next to him and decided to give him the lightest poke on his bicep.

“Don’t wanna scare you a second time,” you told him softly. Steve turned around, still a little startled, and you watched his face break out in a smile.

“Hey you,” he greeted you.

“Hi,” you quipped with a grin. He gave himself a moment to drink you in before he held out the churros.

“Here, for you. Told Vickie you wanted some.”

“You’re a hero, oh my god, thank you!” you groaned at the sight as you accepted it from his hand, fingers sliding past yours. “You want one too?”

Steve shook his head, his smile soft.

“I’m good, I had some just now. I uh… got you a drink too,” he said as he held it in view. “You wanna go for a walk around?”

You smiled at how considerate he was and nodded with your mouth full of your first churro bite. He took it as a yes and smirked as he nodded over to the right.

“Alright. Let’s go.”

There was a comfortable silence between you while you devoured your churros and gratefully accepted the drink he had gotten you on Vickie’s suggestion. You spotted her and Robin at the balloon popping stand and tugged Steve along by his arm when he wanted to make his way over.

“This is their date, let’s give them some privacy,” you told him softly as Steve willingly let himself be pulled along. As you passed a ring toss booth, your eyes flicked towards a cute plushie. It was a weird, purple little mushroom supposedly standing on a rock. Steve followed your gaze and lowered himself a little to catch the right one into view, his hands resting on his hips.

“Hmm… the dog?” he tried, pointing at an adorable dalmatian dog plushie.

“Nope, the purple mushroom.”

A giggle left his mouth, surprising himself it seemed as he clasped a hand over his mouth and he pulled his hands up defensively as you quirked a brow at him.

“No it’s— adorable! Really. Just didn’t expect it.”

“No? Well lucky me, I love being a little unpredictable.” You shrugged and Steve chuckled, pulling gently on your wrist as you set another step away from the booth.

“Oh you are, believe me,” Steve mumbled with a soft sigh. “Come on, let’s get you your weird little mushroom.”

“You’re gonna win it for me, huh?” you asked, eyeing him provocatively as if you didn’t believe he could.

“No,” he told you, lowering himself to your height. “We are going to win it.”

After a couple tries, you fought a smile at every failed attempt. Not because it was funny to see him fail, but because the soft little grunts he made were simply adorable. He tried not to show it, but he definitely started to get worse the moment he realized it wasn’t as easy as anticipated.

“Now I see why you said we were going to win it,” you teased, a grin almost permanent on your face now.

“Oh, shut up,” he mumbled, nudging you with his elbow. “If you’re so good, show me how it’s done then? Come on.”

“Oh I couldn’t possibly be as good as you. We stand no chance if we waste our tries on little ol’ me.” Acting like a damsel in distress had never been this funny to you. Steve rolled his eyes affectionately and put his hand on the small of your back to move you in front of him.

“Here, hold this. Swing it towards the red ones, they are worth the most.”

“He says as if I haven’t been paying attention,” you remarked dryly. “You didn’t think I was just staring at you, were you?”

“Wouldn’t mind if you were.”

It left his lips so naturally that your grip on the ring faltered for a second. You could feel him smiling. Oh, he was loving this.

“Well, too bad, Steve. I was too focused on watching you try.”

Steve whistled softly and pretended to clasp his heart, though you couldn’t really see it as your back was still facing his front. You definitely didn’t miss the sound of him slapping his own chest, though.

“You try it then,” he challenged.

“Hmm, not gonna show me how it works? That’s surprising.”

“All you have to do is ask.”

A chuckle left your lips. He was getting bolder and you found that you liked it. Kept his distance, yet hovered closely behind you. Gave you lingering looks but didn’t push for anything after them. It was a playful game.

“Oh, no need, I’m good. I just figured since you’re breathing down my neck a little, that you were gonna pull a move or something.”

Games aside though, you slightly cursed yourself at your need to bite back, wondering how long it would take before you crossed a line with him. It wasn’t as if you knew him that well. To your surprise, he laughed.

“I didn’t think you were the type that enjoys cliché moves like that.”

“So what type do you think I am?”

“Someone determined to win her own weird mushroom plushies, probably.”

You laughed at that and finally gave the ring a flick of your wrist, landing around a green stick which was thirty points.

“You make it sound so…” Unsure how to finish the sentence, you simply threw another ring, and another, not bothering to really try. After three more throws you had seventy points in total, which wasn’t a lot.

“You’re not even trying,” he remarked dryly as he nudged your shoulder gently.

“So rude,” you retorted, a playful smile on your lips as you turned around. “I guess you should show me how it’s done then,” you quipped with a shrug of your shoulder. Steve leaned closer, his front and your back nearly squeezing out the warmth that was gathering between you both as he picked up the remaining rings you had. Where you expected him to do the whole touchy feely thing, he did the opposite. Instead, he stood next to you and nudged your hip with his own to make room.

“Alright then,” he smirked and, oh. The bastard had the audacity to wink. Apparently your little back and forth had caused a surge in confidence within him though, because he managed to hit the five remaining rings all in either fifty or forty. With your points counted together you were just a few tens short, but with some convincing words from Steve you got it anyway. The man in the booth handed it to you and you squeezed it with delight before holding it up to Steve, nearly pushing it into his face.

“Look at it! Isn’t it cute?!”

Steve laughed and nodded at you, pushing the plushie down with his hand a bit to meet your eyes.

“Almost as cute as you are right now.”

Well damn. He did it again. A faint blush tainted your cheeks and you quickly lowered the plushie to hold it against your side. Steve cocked his head, amused at your reaction and tapped the back of your hand with his finger.

“Where to next?”

Since the ring throwing had basically been for you and your plushie, you decided that it was Steve’s time to pick. Without missing a beat he decided on the ferris wheel. Curiosity built up in your belly, wondering whether the ferris wheel held any other implications than admiring the view, which wouldn’t be too impressive at this time of night. The lights were nice, sure, but other than that you couldn’t really see far and wide like you would during the day. Though, that would be less romantic, you supposed. Not that you were hoping for it to be romantic, although…

Your eyes found Steve’s face again, as they had quite a bit tonight. You had promised yourself not to let yourself be tempted by him so easily. But what could you do? He was funny, kind, charming, a flirt in a fun way, handsome as hell and just… really sweet. Making sure you had your churros had been really thoughtful and it was nice how he wanted to win the plushie for you without being all alpha male about it.

“Something on my face?” Steve interrupted your thoughts. You blinked rapidly, turning your head away as you shrugged, trying to remain casual.

“Just your freckles. I don’t know if you ever noticed, but you have quite a few.”

Steve sighed and when he answered that he did in fact know, he actually sounded a bit self conscious, which was the last thing you wanted to achieve with that statement.

“I like them. They’re really pretty,” you stated.

Now it was Steve’s turn to look at you, eyebrows lifted in surprise, as if no one had ever told him how pretty his freckles were. As if. There was no way all those girls looked at that man and didn’t compliment him on it, right? From the looks of it, your words had an effect on him as he positively started blushing a deep crimson and mumbled something incoherently that mostly seemed to resemble ‘thanks’. Damn. Add cute to that list.

“Here we are,” you announced as if the giant ferris wheel in front of you wasn’t enough of a confirmation. “Ready to get high?”

Steve smirked. “Eddie would love that joke.” He frowned to himself, awkwardly gestured towards the sky and sighed. “The uh, high thing. He’s a friend.”

“I remember him,” you told him with a nod. “Wouldn’t have imagined you two together as friends though, somehow.”

“We both happened to hang out with this kid and— I’m making it weirder,” Steve sighed. “Dustin. Henderson? He lives near you.”

“Oh! Yeah I know him. He’s alright. Seems like an old man in a kid’s body sometimes, so I’m not surprised he keeps up with you two.”

“Uh… thanks?” Steve responded unsurely, though he seemed to understand exactly what you meant.

“Did you find it funny though?”

“What?”

“The high joke.”

“Oh! Yeah. I did.”

“Oof… no need to lie, Steve, that hurts…”

“I’m n— Y/N. You're making a fool of me again, huh?”

Just as you wanted to respond, the guy at the ticket booth interrupted you.

“Hey, lovebirds, are you gonna go in or not? We’re about to start the last round.”

“Jeez… already?” you mumbled to yourself. “Yeah, Frank. Two tickets please.”

“Oh just go in already,” Frank grumbled, but answered your smile as you gave him a grateful nod. Steve let you get in first and watched how you clutched the plushie between your thighs.

“Can’t risk losing it,” you explained. Steve nodded in understanding and settled next to you, making the cart wobble a bit as he did so. As soon as the cart started to move to the next spot, you felt how Steve put his arm behind your back, his hand wrapping around a part of the frame.

It was the first time the usual comfortable silence between the two of you actually felt a little awkward, especially when you felt his thigh press against yours. Steve seemed to be focused on the view although you could feel how he was drumming against the frame with his fingers since his arm flexed against your upper back. When you reached the top, Steve finally broke the silence.

“Can you point out where your home is?”

Startled by his sudden question, you looked around for things you recognized and narrowed your eyes.

“Hmm… I’m not good at this. Somewhere in that direction though, you said as you stretched out your arm to point.

“Almost,” Steve mumbled, lifting his own arm to circle his hand around your wrist and adjust it. “Right there.”

You smiled softly and turned your head to respond, but quickly found that his face was so close that it felt safer to just talk towards the darkness of the night.

“You could be pointing at the other side of town and I’d still believe you,” you mumbled. Steve chuckles softly and your current position made it easy to feel the vibration of his laugh, causing your cheeks to heat up again.

“Now that’s a little worrying, trusting me blindly.”

“I trust you won’t take advantage of that. And anyway, it’s not like I won’t know my way back after that.”

“I wouldn’t dare.” The atmosphere finally felt a little relaxed again. Your chest didn’t feel as tight anymore and words came more easily to you. At least until Steve let go of the frame and wrapped it around your shoulder instead.

“You need a ride home?”

“Yeah, that would be lovely, thank you,” you answered without thinking twice about whether you and Vickie would be going home together. All you could think about right now was his hand, that was currently grazing your arm gently with his blunt fingertips, giving the subtlest scratch.

“Okay.”

He felt so close. So goddamn close. You could feel his breath on your neck, the press on your thigh heavier and you closed your eyes for a moment, facing forward still.

“Would be a little cliché if we kissed now, huh?” he murmured softly, daring to use his hand to pull you against him a little.

“So cliché,” you agreed, your brain working hard to grasp at every word to give it some meaning.

“And you don’t like clichés.” It was a statement, not a question.

“No. Doesn’t matter though,” you responded weakly, unable to come up with a better retort.

“Because?”

“Who says I’ll let you kiss me?”

Idiot. Idiot, idiot, idiot. You were close to psychically groaning when yet again, he managed to surprise you with a soft laugh. How you had managed to not fuck this up yet with your responses was a miracle to you.

“Who says I was gonna make the first move?”

“Too cliché?” you asked.

“Maybe. Or maybe I’m just nervous. Come on.”

Without you realizing, you had arrived at the bottom again and it was time to get out. He held out his hand to help you out of the wobbly cart and didn’t let go once you were back on the grass, a few feet away from the ferris wheel exit. For a moment, you just stood there and watched as several booths turned off their lights until Steve squeezed your hand gently.

“To the car?” he suggested, his glance at you a slightly nervous one. He had been serious about feeling nervous, then. You nodded and gave him a soft smile and returned a squeeze to his hand. All the way to his car, your hands never let go and you even managed some casual conversation, such as Steve mentioning the pink bear he had spotted with Robin earlier that evening.

“Oh, Vickie would love that,” you said. “I hope they managed to get it.”

“Hope so too,” Steve agreed. “Still happy you went for your weird mushroom?”

“Absolutely. It’s the best combination of weird and cute. Plus, I like purple.”

“That’s good, I’m glad.”

Steve opened the passenger’s side for you first before joining you in the car behind the wheel. He drove off slowly as many people left the fair on foot and didn’t exactly pay attention to whether they were about to be hit by a car or not. You already missed his hand holding yours. Apart from listening to the tape Steve had put on, not much happened during the ride. You talked a bit about other funny encounters in the haunted house and he shook his head, remembering his own fright.

“Can’t believe you jumped in front of me.”

“Can’t believe I actually scared you.”

“That’s what jumpscares are supposed to do, isn’t it? You literally jumped and scared me,” he pointed out. You giggled, again reliving the moment and he groaned.

“You’re enjoying this so much.”

“Come on. It was funny.”

“If you’re evil maybe.”

“I’m evil now?”

“A little.”

“Hm. So what would make me a whole lot evil?”

Steve mulled it over for a moment, stopping the car in front of your home in the meantime. Eventually, he shrugged.

“I don’t know, man. I’ll let you know when you do, how about that?”

You chuckled.

“Alright.”

Glancing at your front porch, you sighed softly. Yet another night had come to its end and this time, you really didn’t feel like leaving the car. Steve leaned forward a little to block your view.

“What are you thinking about?” he asked curiously.

“Time.”

“Time?”

“Yup, time. Goes by too fast,” you sighed and he smiled and nodded to show he agreed with you.

“Sure does.” He rested his head against the headrest sideways so he could look at you, his index finger tapping the back of your hand gently like he had done earlier this evening.

“You looked really pretty tonight. Red suits you well.”

Oh how grateful you were for the dim light surrounding you, because you were definitely, definitely blushing now.

“Oh— thanks.”

A professional at taking in compliments, you were definitely not. Steve smiled and you watched how his eyes lowered to your lips for a moment as he wet his own with his tongue. You swallowed. You felt his hand trail upwards from yours all the way up to your shoulder, only to then cup your cheek gently.

“Would be cliché, huh,” he murmured softly.

“So cliché,” you agreed once more.

A smile crept onto his lips and he leaned back, leaving you a little confused. Yet, you didn’t dare say anything, not even when he drove off again and parked around the corner.

“Better,” he concluded. “Doubt you’ve ever had a guy nearly kiss you only to then drive his car around the corner to actually do it, and even explain the whole ordeal to you,” he added, fighting a grin that broke through regardless. You giggled and shook your head, gently biting down on your bottom lip.

“Never. Now kiss me,” you sighed impatiently, unbuckling your seatbelt as you did. Steve didn’t waste a second to cup your face again and smirked when he felt you undo his seatbelt as well.

“Thought you’d never ask. Or… demand, more like.”

“Steve.”

Another giggle, this time it was him.

“Okay, okay.”

His lips found yours easily, pressing closer the moment the first touch was initiated. Lips parted and tongues slipped past, earning you both a kiss you had longed for longer than either of you was willing to admit. A kiss that just felt right. A kiss where thoughts didn’t matter, overthinking didn’t exist and the feeling only grew stronger as you went on. The soft sounds escaping your lips were reciprocated by some of his as you both worked hard to be as close as possible with the nuisance of being in a car. He hummed pleasantly as your hand tugged gently on his hair as you combed through it, kissing you a bit more demanding. His hand rested on your waist now, thumb stroking your shirt gently wherever it could reach. When you finally parted, your dazed state soon turned into laughter when you realized your lipstick had traveled all across both your faces.

“Red suits you too,” you told him sweetly. Steve smiled and couldn’t resist another peck on your lips, which inadvertently resulted into another make out session. Maybe, just maybe, you liked Steve Harrington quite a bit after all. Lucky for you, he liked you too.

- FIN

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#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x fem!reader #stranger things fanfics

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enemy-to-the-state · 9 months

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I Am Transsexual and Want An Education

Most of you know I am a transsexual. I do not hide it and I have never tried to.

I am also a college student. Like many Americans, I cannot really afford to be there. Many trans people like me cannot afford higher education either.

Transgender people don’t have the same kind of opportunities that cisgender people do. Either you live a lie and torture yourself because you know your family will forsake you if you say anything, you tell them everything and are kicked out, or you are lucky enough to get a neutral to positive response. Yes, neutral is lucky.

The trans folks that say nothing and live in agony being unsupported and trapped can maybe go to college but know that if they say anything their tuition might be out the door, that their parents or family or guardians will throw them to the wolves. So they either suffer in silence or end up committing suicide.

The trans folks that came out and were kicked out have basically no chance at ever going to college. You might be able to get government and private loans, but you’ll be drowning in debt by the end of it all. Debt you may never be able to pay off alone.

The remaining lucky ones most likely still come from low to middle income families that can’t really afford college anyways. It is a borderline no-win scenario.

How is this fair? Can’t everybody see this is cruel? This is a struggle faced by all queer people, but is intensified by the trans label. We are easy targets.

I was once talking to a girl who was also queer, but not trans. I said, “Rae, in my state, it is illegal for me to use a public restroom. It is illegal for public institutions to give me my life saving medication. I have almost no rights. We are witnessing a modern-day segregation.” I live in Florida.

She turned to me and said, “You know it’s hard for me too. There are like, no gay bars in my city. No fun ones anyway.”

I felt like I had been slapped. I never really talked to her again.

Of course, all queer people face oppression, but for her to dismiss the violent and dangerous actions that are being taken against my people in favor of her own problems highlights a deeper issue with the attitude towards trans people.

We are an afterthought.

We are different.

Other people are so far removed from the plight of trans people that they do not recognize how privileged they are by comparison and damn it I refuse to be an afterthought for much longer.

I do not want to live in quiet, secret moments anymore. I do not want to be in the shadows and behind closed doors. I want to feel comfortable out in the open. I shouldn’t have to hide. Let me wear what I want and be what I am. Let me hold my boyfriend’s hand in public. Let me be able to take off my binder or just not wear it at all. Let my people have healthcare and basic human decency. Let us get an education and let us use the goddamn bathroom. Let us. Let us. Let us.

#trans #transgender #transsexual #college #university #scholarship #education #trans rights

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be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie · 9 months

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You know what would be funny? While the RDA is obsessing over Pandora's resources and providing the rich assholes with ways to extend their wrinkled existence, the rest of humanity goes “Fuck this shit! Time to fix up our planet!” Like full on terraform Earth back to its former glory.

And so, while the RDA is spending billions to send ships to terrorizing the tall, blue people, the rest of the world is having its redemption arc up until like a year after the second movie, where they’re at the point where they can go “Yoooo, wtf is the RDA doing over there? Oh, they got bored with fucking us over so they moved to alien natives? Nah, send in the Balkan people (These mfs are built different I swear, they’ll just take a breath of pandoran air and go “Umm, spicy and refreshing”). They’re sent on their way (Let’s say they arrive in 1 year flat because screw physics, this is a joke post, mf are going 4 times ftl.), beat the ever living shit out of the Ahaa cartoon villains that are the RDA personnel and teach them some, you know, human decency, queue in the best apology video of all time, leave the blue people alone, boom mission accomplished. RDA gets sued to hell and back (You know, war crimes and all of that) and even more funding goes to fixing up Earth until its basically as we know it today.

Later down the line, the na’vi need help because of some disaster, humanity sends said help, some form of actual peace is formed, Spider becomes the ambassador of human/na’vi relationships (Guy had the glow up of the century, which tends to happen when you live in a time of peace again and people actually love and care for you “ahem, Spider Sully”) Human and Na’vi truly learn about each other (Ones aren’t uncivilized savages, but people with a unique cultures and deep history. Others aren’t advanced savages with boom sticks, but, you guessed it, people with a unique cultures and deep history.) and learn from each other.

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The end

(Very unrealistic, I know)

Ugh, my dream. The terraforming Earth part, not the humans coming back. Because the whole movie is a colonization metaphor, I'm so tentative and iffy on the Na'vi needing or wanting any help or support from humanity.

But regardless, I am obsessed with the idea of humanity healing Earth. I know that we are cynical people and are always like "This is realistic, humans are selfish and would take advantage of Pandora as we did to Earth." And I totally get that, but I also love those humans are inherently good stories. I do think the majority of people care and have empathy about other people and their situations, and the majority of problems in the world are systematic and stem from ignorance. People are uneducated or are struggling with what they have to deal with on their own, and don't have the wherewithal to care about every single other thing that is such a gigantic systematic issue. I would love for people, for everyone, to just be like yeah this isn't okay anymore lets fix it. About anything and then everything. But I digress.

I love the idea of Spider Sully and Jake being a bridge between the Na'vi and humanity. I think Jake would have to be involved as well, because honestly Spider has never been to Earth and has never been with regular humans. My man knows no human culture or traditions, really. He's like, really Na'vi biased in that way, hilariously.

Spider: Na'vi culture is better and more important, obviously.

Someone: well, what is human culture.

Spider: clearly it's test tubes, guns, air lock doors, green paper, Jesus Christ, and also tank tops.

#lol like if all my humanity knowledge was based on avatar i would think they were boogey men coming to snatch me at night #fucking slenderman #spider's like and they worship their god money #miles spider socorro #spider socorro #spider sully #jake sully #avatar #avatar the way of water #james cameron avatar #melissa's asks #melissa on avatar (cameron)

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finfalls · 8 months

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here's a better expression of my opinion on the situation.

i personally think that nobody is fully at fault, nor is anyone completely absolved of guilt. this has been a long-standing problem in the despair time fanbase. due to dtdev's wish to stay anonymous, people become too comfortable with what they say, forgetting that dtdev can see everything about their project. this becomes a problem when you make the developer of a project you love choose not to do fan interaction things anymore. this situation, as well as many others, have made dtdev uncomfortable, as stated in their recent post. and you can't blame it all on neurodivergency. some things just shouldn't be said out loud, regardless of neurodivergency. being nd is not an excuse for everything.

at this point in time, it's not a matter of who's at fault or who isn't. this fanbase lacks basic human decency, compassion, and respect. i don't believe that the op of that confession deserves to be harrassed and attacked, but i don't believe they're completely innocent. neurodivergent or not, some things shouldn't be said, period. i also believe that the confessions blog should take some responsibility, too. they have a choice whether or not to post these confessions, and they fact that they did post this one shows a bit of carelessness, don't you think?

despair time is a passion project of dtdev. they don't have to continue it, it's entirely their choice. when we continue to disrespect them the way we do, can you imagine how they must feel, that they shared this project only to be receiving nothing but insults, backlash, and disrespect from "fans"?

the bottom line is, this fandom treats dtdev like shit. the apology by the op was directed to dtdev and no one else. nobody else gets the right to accept or deny their apology except the one who was directly hurt: dtdev.

this statement in the despair time server is a very good one, and i agree wholeheartedly with it. thank you, cam.

i've seen numerous different opinions on the topic. whatever you believe, i will not fight you. i'm simply stating what i believe is right, and so help me, if any of you come knocking on my door trying to tell me that i'm wrong because of this, that, and whatever, i'm going to be blocking you.

#danganronpa despair time #drdt #danganronpadespairtime

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It’s almost not funny anymore seeing Viv fly off the handle over random Twitter users having even mildly negative opinions about her show. It just paints a deeply sad and almost tragic—if you leave out the part where she’s awful and did this to herself—picture of a person in free fall. As other anons have pointed out, she’s running around the glove on these expensive vacations, constantly treating herself, basically living in a dream world. And yet she’s still fixated on the opinions of people who ought to be inconsequential to her. Getting more and more unhinged by the day.

I can’t say I necessarily have sympathy for her? Like I said she’s pretty much got no one but herself to blame. But it’s objectively kind of sad just how far she’s fallen, and Hazbin isn’t even out yet. She had everything once, and it’s all slipping away from her now because she lacks the basic human decency to be good to the people around her.

I think part of her kind of sees the writing on the wall, but her ego is just so overwhelming that it drowns out whatever logic or common sense she’s got left. That’s why she’s lashing out more and more. Her sandcastle is eroding more and more by the day and she doesn’t know what to do, so she just keeps lashing out and hoping if she ignores the problem it’ll go away.

Key word being almost for me, but yeah, I agree. If she were slightly less awful, had slightly less power, it would be pretty sad.

She's gotten away with this for a lot longer than most people would have, and I think you're right, that at least part of her knows the salad days are coming to an end. She probably knows better than anyone else how bad things are, the exact details of Hazbin's troubled production, and is trying to live it up while she can -- before January, before July, before the NDAs start expiring. But even on a dream vacation to Japan with her friends, she can't resist angrily tweeting about a video that poked extremely lighthearted fun at her shows.

She could turn it all around tonight if she could just break away from the voices telling her what she's always wanted to hear, that she's gifted and brilliant and that all her critics are unfunny homophobic prudes who hate women. But she doesn't want to do that.

#Anonymous #vivziepop #vivziepop critical #actual blog post

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Your post about Nandor and alexthymia actually goes with a theory that I've been thinking about. The theory is that ALL vampires, when they are turned, lose their empathy, along with outgrowths of it, like theory of mind and understanding of emotion in general. This lack mostly applies to humans, but it can also extend to vampires.

Throughout the show (and a lot of the movie), all the vampires have trouble fitting into society. Not because of their fangs or grey skin, but because they are painfully socially awkward. Vampires not only flout social norms, but also seem to be unaware of them. You can see this with Nandor at the gym. He doesn't pick up on modern gym norms, and instead enacts the norms from when he was human.

That's one of their methods for fitting into society without theory of mind. When they turned into vampires, they lost the ability to pick up on human social cues, so they think back to when they did have them, and instead of remembering the way they read humans, they simply remember the rules. They don't feel anymore, so they use rules to compensate. This is when they try to fit in.

When they don't try, they don't bother with the pretense. They are completely unable to put themselves in humanity's shoes. You can see this in the movie, in a particularly memeorable moment. The vampires like to play tricks of the visitors by turning spaghetti into worms, when the guests are eating it. There are two guests, and right after she saw the vampires play the trick on the other guest, they try it again. Now, this was played as a humorous moment, but it does exemplify the vampires' inability to conceptualize human minds.

But, vampires are capable of change, as we see in the show. The vampires actually show a rudimentary form of empathy to Guillermo on occasion. I'm thinking of Nadja's moment of empathy with Guillermo, right after she lets his family go. She says something like 'I suppose I didn't like it when my family was murdered, so I guess Guillermo won't like it either'. That's empathy, that's perspective-taking, but it's rudimentary—it sounds like a thought a toddler would come up with, when first starting to conceptualize other minds. Their sense of human empathy has been reversed and stunted.

This is one of the main reasons for vampiric immaturity in the show. We don't see any of the elegant, manipulative vampires that are so prevalent in other media. They are evil, yes, but out of carelessness and inability. None of them can manipulate a human to save their lives. The vampires are also unable to empathize with other vampires, to a lesser extent. Because when a vampire dies, and other vampires are horrified, the horror stems from logical self-preservation. The reaction to these deaths is overwhelmingly 'meh' and 'against the code'. There's some rituals of grief (that memorial from the Theatre, for example) but they lack emotional subtext. This selfishness and lack of grief can also stems from an underdeveloped sense of empathy.

(A note on Nadja and Lazlo: they do have a persistent understanding of each other, but that still tends towards the simple. Note Lazlo killing Jeff because he makes Nadia sad. Also note Nadja brushing past Laszlo's objections to the UK by making a surface level read of his motivations: the vow doesn't matter because now they are more powerful. Luckily, this works for both of them because the receptive partner sees it the same way. This is an example of this rudimentary empathy expanding to their own minds as well, i.e. alexthymia)

There are a lot more examples of this in the text, those were just the ones I noticed. But anyway, this is why I agree with a lot of the fandom wanting to give prizes to the vampires for basic human decency. Because they are not human, their minds have changed and made decency a lot more difficult. Few people realize how much we depend on those centers of our minds for functioning in society and being in relationships; we only notice when coming upon the glaring lack of those centers. And there is a lot more to say about this, but this is really long already. I might write an essay.

This is SUPER INTERESTING

I would counter, however, and I'm not sure if this was your intended meaning, that these things do not automatically happen to vampires upon their turning. Instead, their sense of empathy is damaged and warped by hundreds of years of disassociating themselves from humanity, generally facing no consequences for their actions, and needing to kill to survive.

Kinda like billionaires

#vampires are cooler than billionares tho #djdjejeodk #anonymous

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the-courage-to-heal · 9 months

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A personal message:

About a month ago I attempted to take my life. I took an overdose of dose of pills intentionally. I want to share the story of what I went through. When I arrived at the hospital a nurse told me I could keep my phone “if I didn’t cause trouble” I called my Mom and softly cried. I was told

“I thought you said you wouldn’t cause any trouble”

I came to realize trouble meant making any noise. I immediately offered to quiet myself. That wasn’t good enough. I was told that I was not allowed to have access to my cell phone anymore. Despite the fact I apologized for crying, and immediately said I understood and would quiet myself.

The nurse advanced on me and attempted to wrestle my phone from my hands. Apparently you are allowed to physically assault somebody if you are a nurse. I want to emphasize all I did was offer to quiet myself immediately. I apologized for crying. That wasn’t good enough.

By this point I was incredibly triggered. I said I wanted to leave, and for good reason this is obviously not something you can do after attempting suicide. They were right to call in people to restrain me. However, these people would have never been called in if the nurse had shown me a shred a basic human empathy, decency and kindness. she enjoyed inflicting pain upon someone who was vulnerable.

What was wrong was them continuing to restrain me to the point I was severely bruised. I can only document in photographs what was done to me.

I fought at first, but very quickly submitted. A man held my face down into the mattress. I told him I couldn’t breathe. He kept holding my face down until I was hyperventilating, and about to pass out. I kept saying I could not breathe. They didn’t believe me until I was hyperventilating and in the process of suffocating. I was genuinely terrified they were going to suffocate me. Right when I was about to lose consciousness they finally released me.

However, my torture was not done. They tied my hand up above my head. I explained they were tearing muscles. I spent at least 10 minutes sobbing and begging them to tie me up n a way that wouldn’t physically harm my body.

They finally relented when I pointed out that tying a persons head above their arms was a form of torture that the Romans inflicted upon people they crucified. That is what it took for them to stop torturing me. They could have done whatever they wanted to me.

I heard the same nurse abusing another patient the next morning. She told a man involved in a drunk, driving accident.

“Your problem is at the bottom of a bottle”

I looked at the nurse who was watching over me and said,

“That is cruel, they are mentally ill. Their problem is that their pain is now hurting other people. Not at the bottom of a bottle.”

That is beyond cruel. She might as well have told him to kill himself and make the world a better place by decreasing the surplus population. I met somebody who is the living embodiment of Ebeneezer Scrooge.

If I learned anything from this experience, it is that strength has to come from within yourself because nobody will give a sh*t if you don’t care about yourself. People use you, and abuse you when you are most vulnerable.

“Help” exists for those who can pay for it. Everyone else is just surplus clogging up the system.

I have not posted a photo of myself for a very long time. I have been overwhelmed. I have neglected this blog. But I want to use my voice so other people can hear what I went through and maybe it will help them to continue going when all hope seems lost. The United States has an appalling system, that punishes the mentally ill. People dealing with suicidal ideation are human beings. They are no less deserving of respect and kindness. The most fragile among us deserve the greatest protection. Not to be feasted on by crows pecking at their corpse. I hope at the very least I have created a safe space with this blog.

#emotional abuse #narcissistic abuse #healing #self help #npd #narcissistic personality disorder #post traumatic stress disorder #ptsd

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gracieart · 10 months

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Ugh please don’t draw Elucien! She feels uncomfortable around him and shrinks in on herself in his presence. I love your art sm and it makes me very sad that you would support a week that celebrates forcing a woman to be with a man she is uncomfortable with 😭

Hello anon. I’ve looked at this ask so many times, attempting to come up with a good way to answer you. But… I just don’t have anything I could say to make you happy. And honestly that’s not my job. It is not my responsibility, or anyone else's to make you happy.

I was debating not even answering this ask at all, but there are some things that need to be said here. Quite a bit actually, because I am a human being with a lot of feelings.

First off, I know that in your mind this is coming from a place of “I love your art sm” but when you frame that around your dislike for something I expressed my enjoyment of, it loses all its meaning. Seriously. It took me like four rereads of this ask to even realize you said you like my art. Thank you, by the way.

What I’m curious about is what you hoped to accomplish by sending me this. Did you think I would suddenly change my mind and not draw something I just said I was excited about drawing? Imagine:

“I kinda like this idea. I’m going to take time out of my day to create something for it because I enjoy it!”

“No don’t do that.”

“Oh you’re right. Okay I won’t create something I like. Thanks for telling me what to do, I didn’t know otherwise.”

…you can see how that doesn’t make sense right?

I think what a lot of people don't understand, especially people who haven't attempted to share something they create before, is that us artists do not owe you anything. We are not mindless machines that create whatever you want whenever you want. I create what makes me happy. I create because I feel inspired. I do not create because you tell me to. I find enjoyment in creating art and I find enjoyment in sharing it with you guys. (Although recently, not so much anymore.)

My point that I want you to take away here is this: coming up to someone and hating on something they just showed an interest in is very rude. You keep that to yourself. That's just basic human decency. Like, if someone is happy, why go out of your way to make them unhappy? In reality if you saw someone who is very happy eating their chocolate ice cream, would you go up to them and throw their ice cream on the ground, just because you personally don't like chocolate flavored ice cream? It's as simple as that and yet I will never understand why people fail to recognize this.

Now, about the actual ship. I want to keep this brief because I despise with a burning passion anything "ship war" related. I hate that term.

I have read the books, same as you. And I know all about Elain losing all her newfound boldness and all that jazz. I am well aware of everything between them, so there's no need to remind me. But what you seem to think here is that I ship her because she shrinks away from him. That is not true. I do not like them because it promotes forcing a woman to be with a man that makes her uncomfortable. No Elucien I have ever met ships them because of this. I like the idea of them because of what they could be. I like their characters and I genuinely think they would work well together, even if it is just as friends. So in the fandom here, yes, I ship them too. But in terms of canon, I believe Elriel is most likely to happen. So you don't need to worry about "losing" an Elriel or anything like that. I can enjoy both. Actually its very pleasant. Double the love, double the fanfics and fanart! You can enjoy multiple things without "compromising" your true beliefs. There's a difference between having a personal preference and having an idea of what will happen in canon. And seriously, multishipping is so fun. You should try it some time!!

Now I want to close this off by making this clear. I was once in your place. I was so closed off from anyone and anything that opposed my own ideas. There was... a lot of hatred. But let me tell you, letting hatred go is so freeing. I have met the kindest and most loving people by stepping out of the little bubble I created for myself.

So to me, there is no "ship war." There are no sides. There is no right or wrong way to enjoy things. There is no battle that is going to be won with theories and headcannons and throwing insults at people who believe different things.

I am here in this fandom because I enjoy being here. But for some reason, people like to tell you what you can and can't enjoy. Crazy, right?

(This was kind of a lot, I apologize. Anon, I am not coming after you personally for sending me this. Your ask just provided the perfect vessel for me to express my feelings on the matter.)

#ask #long post #Went into this ask with sadness but finished answering with a new positive attitude #gracie answers

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But isn't this Lucy *being* alone, tho?

What kind of support is this that only happens behind your back?

How is Bailey being supportive if she says Lucy is a badass to Nolan, and not to Lucy herself?

Also, Harper and Lopez looking worried/relieved when Lucy is under fire/safe is not support, is just basic human decency.

The two instances that Lucy needed support from her friends was the Primm situation (before and after the exam) and the shooting, and in both cases she only got Tim truly by her side. So I believe this is more than just her feeling alone, this is a true lack of a support system.

Hi Anon,

Thanks for the opportunity for discussion, I can definitely see where you're coming from!

And you're right, it's hard to only be receiving support behind your back and not get the support you so desparely need in the moment. IE a hug, a word of encouragement, someone holding your hand and sitting with you.

Bailey, fron where I'm seeing, didn't have the chance to go back and sit with Lucy and talk to her. But she can tell Nolan, and she can tell Lucy when she does get the chance to see her.

I personally didn't see a chance for Angela and Nyla to support Lucy before or after the shooting.

With regard to Primm, what could they have done? Nyla warned Lucy long before she concocted the 5 player trade that it was a risky move and could lead to serious consequences that Lucy couldn't forsee at the moment.

She and Angela do not have the authority to make that situation right or bump Lucy up in the detective's spot. So unfortunately, there's not much they can do.

Do I wish we got a scene where they came together and talked and they commiserated with her? Of course. But honestly, I think that scene would have also included Nyla saying something along the lines of "Lucy I hate to say I told you so, but..."

Again, Lucy couldn't have known what she was risking when she put the five player trade in motion, but she can't say she wasn't warned.

In the shooting aftermath, Harper and Lopez were witnesses. They would have to be cleared and processed before they would be allowed to sit with Lucy. Honestly, I'd like to think that Tim got to her before they had a chance to themselves.

In regard to Lucy talking to Nolan, he really can't do much as a TO, and honestly, would we even want him to? He'd likely put Chen or Bradford's lives in danger and yet still somehow come out on top.

Angela is the one better suited for this and we do see her talking to Tim.

Do I wish she had sympathized more with Lucy, yes. And in fact I wrote an entire one shot about people rallying behind her.

But in this instance, I think she doesn't want to upset/freak out Lucy anymore than she already is, which is why she's more calm and trying to keep the peace until she can talk to Tim and get all the facts.

All just my opinion, of course, and we are certainly welcome to agree to disagree.

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