How The Fuck Do Freeways Stay Up

Gojo Satoru’s desire to be seen as a human is so important to his character and just so… fascinating to relate to from an autistic point of view. Like, I’ve spent so much of my life feeling as alien and outside of humanity— begging people to see the human in me— and then there’s this character who is larger than life; treated as a weapon; has almost no close friends; is arrogant, goofy, wants to help the people around him; and is shunned by most because he’s annoying and overbearing— but they will always resort to him for his strengths. Of course I’m going to relate to him to an extent (but god I wish I had infinity sometimes)

More of the radioapple Human AU, part 1 of likeee 3.5

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The Devil Doesn’t Bargain

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Word Count: 8k

Summary: You and Eddie are best friends, he is always there for you if you need him. One day you knock at his door after you went back to your abusive Ex the night before.

Warnings: Angst, domestic abuse, physical violence (only light descriptions), toxic relationship, don’t worry Eddie is the good guy.

Available on: AO3

A/N: I heard the song, I had to write angst. Inspired by “The devil doesn’t bargain” by Alec Benjamin. Might wanna listen to it while reading this fic, it’s at least how I wrote it haha. This fic is about an abusive, toxic relationship and trying to get out of if. Take care of yourself while reading it, please! Otherwise enjoy!

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It shouldn’t have been like this.

It should have been okay this time.

That’s what you had told yourself.

In reality, your whole body felt like it was on fire and not a single thing had changed.

It was like you learned nothing, falling right back into the trap.

All you could do now was getting ready for meeting with your best friend while trying to ignore the stinging pain that came from almost everywhere.

You never learned, didn’t you?

You dressed in your long-armed hoodie despite the weather being quite nice. No one needed to see the bruises.

They were between you and your Ex and he probably hadn’t even noticed. Again.

He never did.

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This place reeks of death.

I’m seeing a lot of Alastor whump on here and while it is very much to my pleasure, you guys aren’t going far enough.

When I say whump, I say torture. Physical but mostly emotional.

I want to see him break, I want to see him cry, I want to see him devastated, I want to see him having full on panic attacks, I want to see him cry so hard he can’t even speak, I want to see him completely shattered, I want to see him vulnerable in front of everyone even though he hates it but can’t stop, did I mention I want to see him fucking crying so hard that everything hurts ?

Please make him cry more :)

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trying to decide if i should write these requests now or when ive finished my current rewatch so i kinda get a refresher and i feel like they’ll be better hmm

Never Trust An Elevator

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Requested: “12🧍‍♀️angst with Eddie Munson”

Prompt: “Why do you hate me so much? What did I ever do to you?”

Warnings: Angst, Arguments, Public Embarrassment, Claustrophobia, Panic Attacks

Summary: Eddie’s been quite a dick to you lately, can things be mended?

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In all those cliche teen drama movies it was always a given that the nerds and freaks would stick together no matter what. They’d find solace in each other and were accepted. It didn’t matter how weird they were; if they were band kids, math geeks, or video game nerds. They were better than the jocks and preppy girls, and there was a lot less drama. Turns out, real life is actually quite different.

Moments ago you had been happily chatting with everyone at the lunch table and listening to Dustin ramble on about his new D&D campaign. And then Eddie showed up.

He slams his lunch tray down onto the table and takes a seat next to Gareth like he has been for the last four months. You immediately shut your mouth and hang your head low at his presence, playing with the goopy mashed potatoes on your tray. He used to sit next to you. He used to steal food off of your tray. He used to wrap his arm around you while he went on his over the top theatrical spiels about how high school is a waste of time.

He used to.

You have no idea what happened between you and him. You’d been best friends for the longest time, and you’d grown up living next to each other until he moved to the trailer park. But one day four months ago he never came to pick you up before school, and when you confronted him about it after walking three miles, he just started giving you the cold shoulder. You have yet to figure out why.

“So Y/N,” Mike starts, oblivious to your reluctance to speak, “Are you excited to finally join us for the campaign tomorrow?” He wiggles his eyebrows at you in excitement and your heart immediately sinks. You’d missed so many recently and you could tell it was really starting to disappoint them, so you promised them that you would be at this one.

But you couldn’t hold up that promise.

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