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bambiesfics · 2 months

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Hi, this is just to spring off of another TLOU blog’s post, which I thought was aptly worded: Please find that post here! and please find the original twitter thread on Pro-Palestinian resources here!

I just wanted touch on how inappropriate it is to use a genocide as an excuse to morally posture over other people in our community because you’re itching to play an own ego-stroking game of ‘whose a better activist than who.’

Outside of the strikes, and days dedicated to raising awareness coming here to say asinine, innapropriate comments such as “Y’all can’t stop posting about pixel pussy?!” Is extremely unhelpful and is just something that sows undue resentment in our community. When you do things like that, we know what you’re really saying, and it’s not nice. What you’re really saying is “You guys are shitty people for still having any remaining vested interested in this community, unlike me, someone whose an enlightened online activist. I’m above caring about that childish little 2D lesbian and the sapphic community it brought forth, despite the fact that my initial interest in her is why I was ever even apart of this community I’m mocking to begin with. I’ll pretend my corrosive virtual-signalling insults and jabs are coming from a ‘good place,’ and aren’t rooted in being self-serving at all! I’ll pretend that I’m not using this genocide as a vehicle to stroke my own ego for rising above ‘petty, immature things’ like sapphic media, sexuality and community. I’m highkey so much better than you all, I’ll just refuse to admit that outright. Instead I’ll continue to subtly mock your intelligence and distract away from helpful posts about this genocide, and hope you won’t see what I’m doing for what it is. My favourite activity during genocide is not to educate people and commit myself to Palestinian liberation, but rather throw stones, hide my hands and demean well-intentioned posts just because it makes me feel good. Realistically, not one person in Gaza was tangibly helped by the insults I left in the TLOU tags for people to see, but I won’t stop because I’m just a girl….obviously.”

Hey, listen: I’ve been to protests where the organizers, MY PEERS, were other university students who were 18-22, who have had the diligence to remind everyone in the crowd to NOT ENGAGE WITH ZIONISTS. Why? Because it wasn’t safe, because their goal was to inspire a conflict in what is intended to be a united camaraderie in support of PALESTINE 🇵🇸. If those young adults can keep steadfast to their goal of mobilizing for Palestine, then I believe these bad faith actors on TLOU tumblr should learn not to sow shame in people for simply posting a drabble (when not striking) in a community whose fiction they lavished the fruits of, not too long ago. Why? Because it’s not helpful. Because instead of posting helpful resources to aid Palestinians and educating your followers on the zionist Neil Druckman, and to remain mindful of the Zionist themes in the game, you’re using that voice, the tlou tags and it’s reach, just to demean people. It’s such a wasted opportunity to speak up. Hey, if you’re going to say anything in regards to Palestine, then say something helpful to them! That’s an easy enough ask. The yellow jacket community on twitter figured out what pro-revolutionary activism looked like as a community, and I’m proud of them.

I’ll put this in the Ellie x reader tags because I know people who say things like that, either tend to frequent the tags or the tumblr algorithm will push it because of their interests.

#ellie x reader #ellie williams x reader #Ellie #Ellie Williams #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou x reader #tlou2 #ellie tlou2 #tlou part 2 #tlou #abby anderson x reader #free palestine #free gaza #the last of us x you #the last of us smut

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midnighmoonligh · 4 months

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Fandom

Call of Duty

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Characters

Y/N ; Gender Neutral ;; They/Them ;; little

John Price ; Male ; He/Him ; CG

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⚠Content Warnings⚠

Being yelled at, impure regression, & involuntary regression. Cursing!

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Plot summary

Price yells at you for your childish habits. He didn't mean to, just snapped at y/n. He regretted it immediately.

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You weren’t allowed to like “childish” things as a kid. So you did those things now, as an adult. You enjoyed your coloring, your stuffie collecting, all of it. Though you didn't really realize this was regression behavior. You didn't even know what age regression was. When you did regress, you never remembered. It was always involuntary and left a memory gap during the time you were regressed. Lucky for you, your Captain knew what regression was by now.

A small argument about something so minimal led to this. It originally was because you had moved some documents he needed to a different table in his office while helping him with some paperwork. He couldn't find them, so stressed and frustrated from work he accidentally took it out on you. You both has been arguing for almost an hour straight, despite the paperwork having been found.

" GOD DO YOU EVER JUST STOP BEING SO FUCKING IMMATURE? GROW. UP, " Price shouted at you without even thinking.

As soon as the words left John’s mouth he realized he messed up. He hadn't even meant it. His heart sank the second he had realized what he said. His mouth open and closed like a fish while he struggled to quickly scramble out the words to make it better. He knew he needed to do it fast too.

Unfortunately it was far too late. The words sank in like a blade shoved into your stomach. They burned and hurt, more so from someone who mattered so much to you. You fell quiet while your hands, having been holding some papers in an effort to help Price find more of what he needed, gently quit moving. Your heart raced as the words continued to do their damage with each passing second.

There was nothing wrong with being childish, right?

...right?

You swallowed thickly. Your eyes slowly looked to the desk as he gently set the papers down onto the surface. You made sure they didn't make a mess, however.

" I think... I'll just go to my room, " you whispered softly while your throat began to feel tight. " Sorry I couldn't be of help after all, " you added quietly.

You could see the pain in John's eyes as he realized what he had just done. He had let his anger get the better of him and had not only hurt your feelings, but had insulted your interests and regressed behavior. After the realization settled, he looked completely devastated.

" Wait... Wait! " he called out to you, " Y/N, I-. "

He didn't have the right words. He couldn't find the right words no matter how much he forced it. Price felt awful. He couldn't believe he had said it, truly didn't mean it either.

You did wait after being called. You waited after hearing his name, but after Price said nothing after for a few minutes, you made your way out of Price's office. Soon, making your way to your room in the barracks.

John watched the door shut, so soft and gentle that made the weight of what he had done even heavier than before.

" Well that's it. I've ruined this friendship. What kind of idiot does something like that? I am such an ass. "

Price groaned and dropped his head into his hands. He knew he had to apologize, but he had no idea how to even begin to make this right. He let out a long sigh and flopped down in his chair. He stayed that way for some time, just berating himself.

Once there, you couldn't even describe how upset you felt. You knew there was something wrong with you, something not normal. You didn't really know what it was, but you knew it was there. You shoved the stuffies you had into a pile by the trash as a frustrated yell escaped you. You didn't care if you were being too loud. Besides, it was late enough in the morning that everyone was awake.

Soon the anger, more hurt than anything, took over. You knocked over your desk and threw things around. Nothing broke, but the room was destroyed. Suddenly this fit came to a stop as you came across your oldest stuffie, really the only thing you had left of your childhood. You didn't have any little gear, not a single thing, but this stuffie meant more to you than any of your other ones. You hugged it and crawled into your bed, unintentionally crying yourself to sleep.

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As Price thought about it, he finally decided to try to make things right. He got up and headed for your room. Every step was heavy, weighing down his body so much he almost tripped up the stairs. After a few minutes he reached your room faster than he had thought he would. He took in a deep breath slowly, held it for three seconds, then released it for three seconds. He repeated this action until his emotions calmed enough. He gave a short knock, before trying the knob. Much to Price's surprise, the door was unlocked.

He poked his head in the door. " Y/N I need to- " He stopped mid-sentence, seeing the sight in front of him was heart breaking. He had caused this. He had never felt so ashamed in his life.

John was speechless. But after some time he managed to croak out the words, " Y/N please let me explain. "

Hearing his voice, you began to stir. You were so tired from crying and having such an outburst. It had felt nice though getting to vent all that out.

As Price watched you stir, his heart sank. His face contorted into a look of pure heartache. He could see how childish you slept. How he had caused this. You didn't even know how to properly manage your little space. It made him want to scoop you up and take care of you forever.

After watching you stir for a few moments, he cleared his throat, and spoke in a hushed tone, " I know how I acted was awful. I am so sorry. "

He still had no solution to your problem, but the first step was admitting his mistake. He would do anything to make it up to you.

Slowly, when awake enough, you sat up and rubbed at your eyes in a childish manner. A whine escaped you from having been disturbed.

You winced at how much your head hurt. Your face was softly flushed from how much you had been crying. Your fingers still held onto the worn plush, refusing to let it go. You rubbed at your eyes more. You didn't really reply, but it had become painfully clear you had woken up little.

John had to remind himself that you were still little. You weren't doing this on purpose. You weren't acting as a child because you were. It was just how you were when you were tired.

He looked at your tired face, and his heart hurt even more. This was because of him.

He decided to try to just talk to you like you were a child.

" Can you understand me? " he asked gently.

In reply, you gave a small nod. It did not do any favor for how much your head hurt. You carefully pull your legs to your chest, squishing the stuffies between your thighs and chest. You hadn't fallen asleep with the blanket on you, your bed was the only thing that wasn't trashed.

Price felt a mixture of guilt and relief wash over him. He could see the signs of your regression. It wasn't the first time he has seen you like this. At least you had confirmed you weren't regressed in a headspace where you couldn't understand him. He wanted to ask you about who the plush was but this wasn't the right time.

" It is good you understand me. Can you please help Daddy Price do something? " he asked in a sing-song tone as a playful smile made it's way onto his lips.

You were hesitant. Though while little you didn't usually remember much from being big, you had such a gut feeling that screamed not to trust him. The feeling urged you that you were upset with him for some reason, just couldn't remember why or how. Hearing the title you perked up instantly. You gave a small nod while hugging the worn plushie to your chest.

He smiled at your reaction. He could tell that you trusted him. Even though he had hurt you, you still trusted him so much. It made him want to cry. He couldn't believe he messed up so badly.

" Can you help me fix all of this? " he said sweeping his arm to include the mess of your bedroom.

Price wanted to clean everything up for you. He didn't have to ask why the room was like this; he knew this was all due to him. You looked around at the gesture, but nodded. Your room was a mess. There was no denying that. You also knew, even regressed, it wasn't supposed to be or you'd get in trouble. You carefully got out of the bed, almost tripping from how your legs were tangeled in the blanket.

John winced as he watched you almost fall. He could see how difficult it was for you to navigate your room. Then again, it was totally trashed.

" Here, let me help you out of this blanket, " he whispered, gently taking your hand, and helping your untangle that from your legs. He let go of your hand, but made sure to stand by you to make sure you were able to walk around your room safely.

You let out a little giggle as you watched Price help you out of the blanket. Your gut feeling still reminded you to be upset with John, as much as you didn't want to be. So you stopped giggling and pouted again. You gently set the stuffie on the bed while you started doing your best putting your room together, though your motor skills had clearly decreased. You had a hard time doing so.

John felt his heart wrench as he watched you struggle. He had to step in after a moment, and assist you in organizing your room.

" Daddy will take care of the big stuff like sorting the blankets. "

He was trying hard to be gentle with you, like he would be with a child. Your motor skills were clearly that of a little. The way he called himself daddy only made you feel smaller to. It never failed to make you happy, help you feel safe even. Price gently picked up the bedding and tucked it to be tighter. He gently set the stuffie you had set down more in the center by your pillows. After, he got distracted with picking up your desk and more harmful items, like your favorite gun and your knives.

You gave a small smile and sniffle at the words. You nodded and moved to put your stuffies away, removing them from the trash and putting them on your desk where you usually kept them. Your little mind wondered why they had been there. It was mean and unfair. They didn't deserve to be there. During your efforts, you ended up getting distracted with playing with them and hugging them. You had completely forgotten about the task at hand.

John paused what he was doing. He just couldn't help but smile when he saw how cute you were. That was when reality hit him. You hadn't regressed on purpose. He had forced it on you. Your regression was caused by his big mistake. He watched you as you babbled quietly to yourself while you played. You gave each stuffie, big or small, a big hug to apologize to them.

He felt the need to hold you. To protect you. To take care of this little baby. He dropped to a crouch next to you, and gave you a huge hug. Price's eyes filled with tears that threatened to fall, but didn't. He really didn't mean to hurt you and struggled voicing so to the point it was becoming frustrating for him.

You had stopped when Price had hugged you. You flinched slightly, but quickly hugged you back after. Even though the gut feeling kept pulling at you to urge you to keep being upset with him, you ended up ignoring it for the comfort he brought you. He rubbed your back as you pressed your face into his chest. He held you gently, but firmly.

After a moment he spoke, but his voice was extremely gentle, " Y/N, I need you to do me a favor. "

The words confused you. But you pulled away and gave a small nod, soon finding yourself chewing on your fingers in an attempt of an unconscious self comfort. You weren't really sure why you felt that you needed comfort, but you knew you did from how much your chest ached.

" Y/M, can you tell me the truth?" he asked, as he took your hands to prevent you from chewing your fingers too hard. He didn't want you more hurt than you were on his watch.

" How did I make you feel earlier? "

" 'm hurt, " you mumbled, slurring your words as you spoke. You felt wo little. You looked to Price's hands that held your. You let out a small sniffle while you got distracted again, just with playing with Price's hands.

He didn't need to ask you what you meant. You were hurt by him. Not only were you hurt, but you were regressed due to his mistake. John felt both heartbreak and shame as he knew what he had done.

" I am so sorry! I promise to never, ever hurt you like that again! " he quickly apologized to little you.

He let out a sigh of heartache and pulled you close again. He hugged and kissed your head. He wanted to protect you from his big mistake.

" I am truly, truly sorry, " he whispered weakly.

You let out a small giggle as Price hugged you and kissed your head. You wrapped your arms around your neck and cuddled into you, more out of habit than anything. You let out small babbles while you leaned against Price. As you leaned into him, John's heart ached even more from your regressed state. You had been forced into a vulnerable, childlike state due to his mistake. It was heartbreaking.

He held you close, as tears started to form in his own eyes. He couldn't believe he had hurt you like this.

" I am so so sorry, I messed up badly Y/N. "

" is oka dada, " you mumbled while you rubbed your cheek against him to comfort him. You didn't want your daddy to cry. If he did, you would.

A smile tried to form on John's face. He appreciated your small words of forgiveness. At the very least, he felt he was somewhat in the right direction. He continued to hold you tightly, and even let you lay your head on his body. You were so small, and so sweet.

He wanted to keep you safe. To protect you.

He felt like if he ever let go you would leave him.

You cuddled into Price for a little bit longer before letting go. You tried picking up your stuffies again and putting them away. Though, your little brain kept getting distracted cuddling them or playing with them. You just couldn't focus on the big task of cleaning. You were too little. Price watched in amusement, but with a hint of annoyance as you struggled to pick up the stuffies.

" Hey. Hey look at daddy. Are you having fun playing with those? Could you play them over there?" He motioned to another chair in the room. The chair went to your desk.

He knew you were regressed and acting like a child. He just wanted to divert you from the big, grown up chore of putting your stuffies away. He wanted you to stay in the headspace that would help you.

You whined softly in complaint. You liked sitting on the floor playing- but your room was a disaster. There wasn't really anywhere on the floor for you to play. You hugged the plush that was in your arms currently tighter. You wanted to keep playing too, you couldn't play while sitting in a chair.

He noticed the frustration you held. He realized your small, toddler like brain couldn't manage picking up your room at the moment. He couldn't fault you for that. After all, it wasn't like a regressed child could do that.

" You know what, let's take a break. " he chuckled softly to you. Price lifted you into his arms, and held you close to him as one would hold a real young child. As you were picked up, the plush you had been holding fell back onto the floor with the rest you hadn't put away yet.

You let out small giggles as John picked you up too. A small smile plastering on your face while you wrapped your arms around his neck. Your fingers held tightly onto his clothing while he adjusted you in his arms. Soon, you were both comfortable. You whined in complaint though, one of your hands reaching for the stuffies on the floor while the other held his clothing.

" Shhh, I know baby, " Price whispered softly as he gently patted your bum. " Let's play latter though, alright? Daddy promises, " he offered.

This trade won you over. You leaned into his chest, pressing your cheek against his chest with a small huff. Your hand now loosely held a part of John's shirt on his chest, the other still hooked around his neck.

" Let daddy carry you around for a while. " He whispered lovingly as he kissed your forehead.

He began to walk around, just trying to help calm you down and distract you. He still felt intense shame for what he had done to you. He had caused you to regress, and now you were all upset because of that. He felt awful. It didn't really help that, even though he apologized, he knew you wouldn't remember when you weren't regressed any more.

You cuddled into Price's chest as he carried you around the small room. You babbled quietly to yourself, feeling peaceful and really enjoying being held. You began to suck your thumb after a little bit. You were feeling sleepy again. Your head didn't hurt as much, but your eyes felt heavy. Unintentionally though, you did fall asleep after a little while. John did realized you had dozed off about twenty minutes after you had. He was actually surprised you had done so so soon. He couldn't help, but smile as he felt your small body fall asleep in his arms.

It was a bit awkward to do, but he had to carefully lay you down onto your bed. You let out a small whimper as you were placed down, but didn't wake. You kept sucking on your thumb to sooth yourself. Thankfully, you weren't heavy at all to him, so it wasn't an issue to get you comfy. All of this was being done while your stuffies still sat on a mix of your desk and the floor. They had not been put away like initially planned but at least they aren't in the trash anymore.

Price covered you with the blanket before kissing your forehead gently. He smiled to himself as he watched you sleep for a few minutes. Your breathing softened as you fell into a deeper sleep. He just hoped you would forgive him when you weren't little any more.

" Love you kid, " he whispered softly as to not wake you.

#agere community #age regression #agere blog #sfw agere #age regressor #sfw interaction only #sfw little community #sfw littlespace #cod mwii #cod mw2 #cod x reader #cod modern warfare #john price #captain john price #captain price #oneshot

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softxsuki · 2 years

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Hello! I'm actually very new to you but I recently read your post about the bestfriend!reader who finds out they can't have children and i really did put me in a rollercoaster of emotions. I was hoping to request headcanons for JJK. Basically comforting fem!reader after she has a panic attack. I experienced my first one 3 weeks ago and it was really terrifying. I think the cause for mine was so much stress I had on myself and I was hoping you could do that! If you can, thank you so much. <3

Gojo, Itadori, and Nanami Comforting Reader During Her Panic Attack

Pairings: Gojo x Fem!Reader, Itadori x Fem!Reader, Nanami x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of crying, panic attacks, feeling of impending doom/death, rapid breathing, rapid heartbeats, hospital visit

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.6k

Summary: In which the guys comfort you after you have a panic attack from being so stressed

[A/N: Hey! Welcome to my blog, I hope you're enjoying it here :D. I'm sorry you had a panic attack, I hope it hasn't happened again! But I know what it's like, I had this super bad panic attack one day after going to this urgent care. They told me my heart was beating irregularly so they advised me to go to the hospital. The whole time my mom was driving me there I had my first panic attack and I felt like I was having a heart attack (bc of what the dr said lol) so that made it worse. My hand was going numb and stiff, I was breathing super hard, I WAS A MESS. Thankfully I was fine. My heart is fine, I'm completely healthy :) But I did have a few more pretty bad panic attacks after that, whenever I tried to exercise or anything that made my heart beat fast. It was terrible, so I just hope you're okay. Hopefully you enjoy these headcanons and they bring you some comfort! Have a wonderful day and thanks for your patience <3 ]

Gojo:

Our immature king actually handles your panic attack very well

He knows how stressed you’ve been for the last few weeks and figured it would all catch up to you eventually, and that’s exactly what happened as you were having a full blown panic attack while the two of you were on your way to dinner

Gojo wordlessly pulls his car over, unbuckles his seat belt and turns to unbuckle yours as well

He pulls his blindfold down so you can see his eyes which you love so much, hoping they help ground you or at least distract you away from your panic attack

“Hey hey, deep breaths. It’s okay I’m here, you’re okay, just look at me darling”

He’s leaning completely over the armrest console so his face and his presence are closer to you, but not close enough to make you feel panicked and claustrophobic

Gojo makes it clear that he understands what you’re feeling and going through and relays that to you so that you know you’re not dying or in any danger, your body is just reacting to all your stress that had built up over time and this was the way it decided to manifest itself

If you’re breathing rapidly, he’d take one of your hands and squeeze it reassuringly, bringing it to his chest so you can feel how he’s breathing and follow along as best as you can

He’s surprisingly very patient and well put together despite his usual childish aura, he knows it's time to be serious

He doesn’t even care that you’ll be late to you dinner reservation, McDonalds is more comforting anyway and maybe it would be best if you both just head back home and eat some comfort food under the covers along with watching a comfort movie as well

He doesn’t let go of you until you’re completely calm–the traffic of cars drive past your car that’s still parked neatly on the side of the road; the hazard lights blinking rhythmically, which strangely seems to help ground you too

You’re finally able to slow your breathing and your heartbeat also slows down, making you sigh in relief

Only then does Gojo go back to his care-free self

He’d probably say something stupid to make you smile and then turns the car around to go back home because he’s in the mood for takeout (but we all know he’s going back because he wants you to be where you’re comfortable)

He parks the car a little far away from your home and you both take a light walk in the cool of the night, the wind caressing your face, making you feel relaxed, glad to not be feeling like you were going to die at any moment

But as soon as you get home with Gojo, he’s making everything cozy as he instructs you to change into some more comfortable clothes and the rest of the evening is spent in bed with great food and all your favorite movies

He probably would never bring up the panic attack unless you bring it up first and if you did then he’d be ready to talk it out with you and give you his support moving forwards so it doesn’t happen again

But if it does, he wants you to know that he’ll be nearby to always help you calm down again so you never have to go through that alone

Itadori:

Itadori is another one who can be fairly immature, but serious when he needs to be

He’s a passionate guy and once he has something to fight for, he puts his 100000% into it

In this case, he puts his all into caring and loving you

So when he sees you hunched over once day gasping for air and crying on the floor, he instantly goes in defense mode

It takes him a while to really understand what’s going on with you: Did someone hurt you? Are you okay? What’s happening?

It doesn’t help that you tell him you can’t breath and feel like you’re about to die

So, he does what any worried person would do–he brings you to the hospital…

And thankfully the health professionals see you right away and do all their mandatory tests like an EKG and blood work, which all come back normal, and that helps you calm down a lot quicker

Itadori stays in your hospital exam room with you the whole time, seriously worried that something was wrong with you, but your normal results just baffle him even more. Then what was wrong with you?

The Doctor informs you that you had a panic attack and says there’s nothing you need to worry about, and this all starts to make a lot more sense for you and Itadori

Itadori feels a little stupid and guilty because his worry and sudden decision to take you to the hospital probably made you feel even more scared, but he’s just glad you’re okay

“I should have known, I’m sorry Y/N…”

Just reassure him that it’s okay, if anything you were glad that you saw a doctor because the normal results actually helped you calm down a lot faster than if you were to just stay at home and calm down on your own

He does make a mental note of this occurrence though to make sure that he’s well prepared if this ever happens to you again

Once you’re fully discharged from the hospital you both go home

He becomes extra clingy for the rest of the day, keeping an eye on you to make sure you’re calm and happy

I think he’d be a little on edge for the next few days so just give him a little time go back to his usual self

He loves you a lot and so having the thought that he might have lost you for that short moment, really terrified him, so be a little patient with him

If this ever happens again, he’d be a lot calmer since he’d know how to deal with it and calm you down instead of thinking of the worst

Nanami:

Nanami of course handles your panic attack like a pro

He had arrived home on time like he always does, making sure he got his usual time to spend with you before having to sleep and repeat his tiring day all over again

But something was different–you didn’t greet him at the door like you usually did when he came home and he knew something was wrong

He calls out to you, but that’s when he hears your loud breathing and crying coming from the bedroom, so he rushes to you

You’re on the floor clutching your chest as you gasp for air, desperate, fear filled tears run down your face as you struggle to feel the oxygen reach your lungs

Nanami knows exactly what’s happening BC HE’S SMART, so he gets to work on helping you calm down

Joins you on the floor where he reaches over to rubs small circles into your back, not wanting to jump on you all at once and make you feel worse, but still wanting to announce his presence to you

He slowly eases his way closer to you until he’s right beside you, one hand still on your back as his other reaches for the hand that is gripping your chest

Wordlessly, he brings you closer to him where he hugs you to his chest, lowly mumbling reassurances into your ear, the deepness of his voice vibrates into your ears and through your whole body as you try to listen to his words

Through your sobbing, you focus on his words that try to distract you along with the beating of his heart you can hear as you’re pressed up against his chest in his firm, yet comforting embrace

He rocks back and forth gently, being very patient with you, after all he was still spending time with you and he was glad to have you in his arms, even though he hated the reason why you were curled up into him

Whether it takes seconds, minutes, or hours, he remains still with you in his arms until you move away first, a lot calmer than you were when he first came home

He’s instantly relieved to see you almost back to your normal self

He invites you up onto the bed, taking your hand as he guides you up and into a comfortable position, pressing a warm kiss to the top of your head

Not wanting to leave you alone just yet though, he quickly changes his more comfortable, clean clothes and joins you in bed, making a mental note to wake up a bit earlier so he could shower before leaving for work in the morning

Your panic attack was draining and and body heat of the man next to you combined with your exhaustion lulls you to sleep in no time

If he had to, Nanami would call out of work if you needed him to stay with you for the day, but either way, he would be talking it out with you the next day–he’d make sure of it

He wants to know why this happened and once he knows why, he’d work extra hard to figure out how to prevent your panic attack from happening again, or at least finding some effective ways on how to get you out of it quicker (yes he will put all his effort into anything for you, you’re not work, you receive 1000% of him)

But until then, he holds you tightly, watching your peaceful face as you sleep and presses one last kiss to your face before drifting off as well

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/11/2022 (shhh pretend like it's not past midnight lol)

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jenniferjareauwife · 18 days

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Hi! Will you please do one about teenage reader being teased by her friends because she still calls her mom “mommy” and they think that’s silly and immature but she and JJ are just very close and JJ comforts her? Thank you!

Childish

pairing: jennifer jareau x daughter reader

category: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

word count: 805

age: 14

summary: your friends make fun of you for your relationship with your mom and calling your mom mommy, your mom is there to comfort you

I smiled as I saw my mom's contact light up my phone. I hit the accept button and put my phone up to my ear. "Hey honey. Do you know when you'll be home?"

"Hey mommy. No. I don't know."

"Are you planning on eating dinner while you're out or should I make something?"

"I'll be back for dinner."

"Ok hon what do you want?"

"Panera mac n cheese."

"Of course you do." She laughed. "Ok I'll order some mac n cheese. I love you kiddo."

"I love you too mommy." I smiled and hung up the phone.

"You still call your mom mommy?" My friend asked, her brows furrowed and her nose scrunched up a bit.

"Um...yeah."

"That's kinda weird." Another friend said.

"What? It's just...she's my mom?" It came out as a question.

"I stopped calling my mom mommy when I was six. You're fourteen."

"Oh." I gulped and reached for my phone again, wanting to leave.

"What are you gonna do? Call your mommy? Tell on us?"

"No I just don't want to be around you dumbasses anymore." I got up and left the mall, going out front and immediately calling my mom.

"Hey baby what's up?"

"Can you come pick me up?"

"Yeah sure. I'm passing by right now. What's wrong?"

"Nothing-"

"Don't pull that with me, ok? I can tell when somethings wrong. I have Panera, ok? I'm pulling into the parking lot. Do you see me?"

"Yeah." I frowned and stayed on the phone as long as I could, wanting to hear her voice.

When I got into the car she handed me my green tea and mac n cheese. "I can eat in the car?" My voice was quiet. She almost never let me eat in the car.

"Yeah. You're upset. I just want you to feel better, ok?" I nodded and started eating slowly. "So what happened?"

"Nothing...just my friends being stupid."

"What were they being stupid about?"

"Nothing."

"Honey. You can't keep saying nothing when it's obviously something. I'm your mama, you can talk to me."

"They think it's weird that I still call you mommy."

"Oh. Why do they think that's weird?"

"They think it's childish." I only took a few bites of my mac n cheese before putting it to the side. She sighed once she realized how upset this had made me. I wasn't even eating my favorite meal.

We pulled into our driveway and she practically had to pull me out of the car, I was too upset to move. "Come on y/n. It's ok." She put her hand on my back as we walked through the front door. "It's ok."

"But-"

"Who cares if they said it was weird honey!" My lip pouted out as I tried not to cry. "They're just jealous that we have a better relationship than they have with their moms."

"That was cold."

"Well they were mean to you so I don't care." She walked behind me upstairs until we went to her room. I sat down at the head against the headboard and sighed as she sat down next to me. "It's ok, you know? You have the right to be upset."

"I love you." I mumbled.

"I love you too...is that all you want to say?"

"I just...I love you and I don't get why people don't understand our relationship." I pulled my knees to my chest. "We've always been close and I always get made fun of for it."

"That's not fair." She put her arm around me, pulling me into her side.

"I'm sick of it. Why do they make fun of me for having a good relationship with my mom? And why does it matter what I call you?"

"I don't know honey." She stroked my hair and kissed the top of my head. "Your friends shouldn't be talking to you like that, ok? If they talk to you like that again you tell me. Ok? You tell me because I will make sure it never happens again."

"Mom..."

"So now you're not gonna call me mommy?"

"Just...it makes me embarrassed now."

"There's no reason to be embarrassed hon. When you were little I chose the name mommy for a reason." She rubbed my arm. "I like that you call me mommy but...if you really want to change it you can call me mom or momma." I stayed silent for a few minutes, contemplating.

"Mommy? Can I have a hug?" She smiled and nodded, pulling me into her. I buried my head in her chest

"I love you y/n." She rubbed my back slowly while cradling my head against her chest. "I love you so much. Don't let their words get to you, ok?"

"I'll try." I sniffled, wiping away some tears.

"Good. I love you."

"I love you too."

#criminal minds #jennifer jareau #x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jennifer jareau x you #x daughter reader #x daughter!reader

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nightingale-slayer · 9 months

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Sanemi x Sister Reader x Genya

Sanemi saw his younger sister enter the estate while he was practicing in the estate's backyard out of the corner of his eye.

As his sister entered the estate with tears slowly running down her cheeks, he arched an eyebrow in her direction. "What's wrong, little sis?" While waiting to approach her, he questioned.

You ignored him and walk up stairs in a hurry

His expression turned to one of annoyance as he stayed still, watching his younger sister ignore him all as she walked up the stairs in a hurry. "Hm, you aren't going to answer me? I see, then I guess I'll have to go up there." He muttered, stopping his training.

When you got to your bedroom, you entered and slammed the door behind you

Sanemi let out a breath as he made it to your door. He really can't stand it when his little sister's being childish like this. "Don't make me open this door myself." He said, but he was going to do it either way.

"Just leave me be." Your voice sounds broken

"Not a chance, I don't tolerate this sort of immature behavior." He said, and with that, he opened the door to his younger sisters room, the door creekling loudly as it opened.

When Sanemi looked in the room, he saw you laying in your bed, letting your tears fall as you were under the cover and hugging your pillow

"Ah, for the gods' sake." He muttered, walking over to his younger sister, his hand on his hip. He stands by the bed. "Just what are you crying about this time, Y/N." He asked, his eyes on her the entire time.

You don't look at your older brother. "My boyfriend broke up with me because I wasn't ready to have sex yet." You buried your face in your pillow, you said gently.

Sanemi expression softened as he looked at his little sister, now a bit sympathetic towards her. "Ah, a girl your age shouldn't be dating anyway." He said with a sigh, sitting down next to his younger sister. "Listen, forget about him. If he only cared about you for his desire to "do it, " then he isn't the right guy for you. "

"But I thought he was the one I really did,"

"Well, the so-called "one" isn't going to break up with you just so he can get "some", your still young, eventually you'll meet a guy who actually cares for you, and doesn't break up with you like that." Sanemi said calmly, patting your head gently as he tried to cheer you up.

You stay still, not moving as tears still fall down your cheeks onto the pillow.

"Come on, don't be all sad just because one boy broke up with you." He said with a laugh, hoping to just make you feel better. "Just know that there'll be someone out there who'll care for you who wouldn't break up with you because they're not getting "something" in return." He then turned and picked you up and set you on his lap as he continued to pat your head gently to try and ease you.

You ley your head on his chest "But he was the 3rd guy to break up with me, Sanemi. What I'm doing wrong for guys to break up with me? Am I that much of a burden or something? " You said softly

"Look at me, Y/N." He said softly, but in the tone of a command, he looked at you as he put a finger under your chin and lifted your head up to look at him. "You're not a burden, a bother, nothing of the sort. It's just that some men don't understand that their partner isn't always ready yet, and when you aren't, they show their true colors." He said, smiling gently to you. "Don't worry too much about it, okay? You'll find someone someday."

You nodded and gave a small smile "Thank you, brother."

"Ah, it's nothing, little sis." He said with a chuckle as he continued to pat your head gently. He then pulled you closer as he hugged you tightly, giving you a comforting hug.

"Do you feel better now?" He asked. "I can't take seeing you being this sad." He said, his tone soft as he spoke to you.

"Yeah, I feel better,"

"Good." He said, smiling gently as he gently ran his fingers through your hair, still hugging you. "Is it alright if I stay with you for a bit?" He asked, his tone still sounding soft.

"I would love it if you did." You smiled and ley your head on your brother shoulder.

"Then it shall be so." He said with a light chuckle. He then kissed you on the forehead, his expression still seeming soft. "I love you, you know." He whispered gently as he still kept his little sister close.

"And I love you and Genya, my two older brothers." You smiled and leaned away to look at Sanemi

"I'm surprised you actually do." He said with a soft chuckle. "Genya's quite the troublemaker, wouldn't think you'd like him." He said, ruffling your hair.

you scowled at Sanemi when he ruffled up your hair. "Sanemiii!" You patted your hair and fixed it back. "He's also our brother. Why wouldn't I like him?"

"Alright, alright, my apologies." He said with a chuckle as he stopped ruffling up your hair. "I just thought you'd hate him because of how much of an idiot he is." He said, giggling a bit. "I love him, yes, but he is an idiot."

"Oh, and you're not?" You chuckled.

"I'm not an idiot!" He said, laughing as he looked at his younger sister. "I'm a whole bunch of things, but an idiot is not one of them." He said with a proud look on his face.

"Suuure." You raise one eyebrow

His eye was narrowed as he looked over at you, but eventually, he just let out a soft chuckle. "Don't you 'suure' me." He said with a teasing look on his face.

You looked up at Sanemi with a mischievous smile. "Suuure"

He groaned and started to tickle her. "Your 'sure's' are getting on my nerves!" He said as he continued tickling his younger sister.

You laughed and squirm around, trying to get away from Sanemi. "SANEMI! HAHAHA, STOP!!"

He chuckled, now just tickling Monique harder, even going as far as to get on top of his younger sister in order to completely pin her so he could tickle her better.

You laughed so much that tears were coming out of your eyes. "OK, OK! TRUCE! I SURRENDER HAHAHAHA!!!"

He continued tickling his younger sister for a few more seconds before finally stopping, now leaning over her as he tried to catch his breath. "Finally surrendered, have you?" He said, grinning down at you.

You breathed heavily and smiled up at Sanemi. "For now,"

His expression soon turned into one of a smirk, knowing fully well that you would want to tickle him back. "Oh? For now?" He said with a smile of his own.

You smirked and flipped the two of you over so you're on top and Sanemi were under you. You start tickling Sanemi back.

"AHAHAHAHA! STOP, STOP!" He chuckled a bit, squirming around as he tried to free himself. "I SURRENDER, I SURRENDER!" He said as a grin spread across his face as you stopped tickling him.

"Pay backs a bitch isn't it" You stand up.

He nodded as he sat up, now a bit out of breath after your attack on him. He then picked you up and pin you down again, tickling you on purpose now as he wanted his payback. "Payback truly is a bitch." He said with a smirk, trying to tickle you.

"SANEMI! HAHAHAHA, I GIVE UP!!" You laughed and try to get away.

He grinned as you gave up, but he still kept tickling you for a few more seconds before finally stopping. He then sat on the edge of the bed, still laughing some, smiling at you now. "That was a lot of fun." He said, still grinning at you. Thinking of the days when you and all your other siblings could run and play.

You smiled and breathed heavy, sitting next to Sanemi on the end of the bed. "I agree"

Genya walked in and stood by your bedroom door. "the hell all that noise is?"

you and Sanemi looked at each other for a second then smirked and looked towards Genya. Sanemi chuckled a bit, getting ready as he looked at his younger sister then towards their brother, a smirk still being on his face. "You'll find out soon enough, Genya." He said, now glancing over at Genya.

Genya sweat drop and slowly backs away "I don't think I want to find out" Genya turned to run down the hall, but you jumped and tackle him.

You pinned Genya down then looked to Sanemi. "I'll hold him down, you get him Sanemi!"

He looked down at Genya and saw him trying to run away. "Alright!" He said to you, now running over to Genya. He then started to tickle Genya as hard as he could.

Genya laughed and try to get the two of his siblings off of him "GET OFF, HAHAHA! I'LL KILL THE BOTH OF YOU!!"

"Ah, you wanna play that game huh?" Sanemi asked, laughing as he started tickling Genya even more. "We're not done yet, little brother." He said, still grinning from ear to ear.

You laughed as you hold Genya hands down above his head.

Genya couldn't take it anymore. "FINE, I SURRENDER!!" Genya laughed and squirm around.

You looked to Sanemi "you think we should let him go, sanemi?"

"Haha, why should we? He's still squirming around." He said, continuing to tickle Genya as he chuckled. His attention then turned to you, and he nodded. "Nah, we shouldn't yet." He replied, still grinning at his younger sister.

You and Sanemi had mischievous smirked on your faces as you both continued tickling Genya.

"YOU TWO ARE EVIL!! HAHAHAHA!" Genya squirm around, hoping to get away from his siblings.

"Ah, what are you talking about, Genya?" He said jokingly, continuing to tickle him. "Y/N, hold him even tighter." He said, wanting to see how long Genya could go being tickled like this.

You smiled and laughed, holding Genya down tighter so he doesn't get away.

"HAHAHAHA, I SURRENDER!!"

"Hmm, he surrendered too quickly. We should keep going." He said, still grinning as he looked at you, trying to convince you to keep holding Genya and not let him go. "Let's go a few more seconds, Y/N." He said, wanting to tickle Genya just a bit more.

"I agree Sanemi" You started to tickle Genya also.

As the two of them continued to tickle Genya, he was now squirming a lot more than before, trying to get free in any possible way. "Ah, he's trying to escape, Y/N." Sanemi said with a chuckle, still not letting up even though Genya was already saying surrender. But Genya found a way out and tripped us.

They both fell on the floor, but Sanemi quickly got back up as he saw Genya trying to make a run for it. He quickly tackle Genya however and continued to tickle him again. "Oh, you think I'd let you go that easily?" Sanemi asked with a smirk.

You got up and went help Sanemi tickle Genya as he laughed and squirm. "I SURRENDER! NO MORE!!"

"Ahh, alright, alright. We'll stop. Your no fun though, Genya." Sanemi said with a smirk. He then let go of his younger brother, his eyes glancing over at you. "We had our fun, didn't we, Y/N?" He asked, still grinning from ear to ear.

You nodded and stand up. "Yeah, we sure did"

Genya got up and looked at both you and Sanemi. "what got you two in tickle mode?"

You kelp quiet.

Sanemi, on the other hand, stand up and didn't keep quiet on the issue once Genya asked. "Ah, it was because Y/N's boyfriend broke up with her because she didn't want to have sex yet." He said with a sigh, not caring that much about whether you would have been mad at him for spilling the beans.

Genya was shocked for a moment then felt angry "that bastard didn't force you did he?"

You shake your head. "no, he didn't"

Sanemi looked rather relive as he heard it, his eyes looking at you for a moment before his attention turned back to Genya. "He just broke up with her because she didn't want to have sex with him." He explained to Genya, a look of disgust spreading across his face when he said that.

"one way it was good that he broke up with me, we was only going out for 3 months"

"Still, 3 months is a long time, Monique." Sanemi said, looking at his younger sister. "Don't you think he is a bit of a perv for breaking it off with you for that reason?" Sanemi asked as he looked down at you, he was curious to see what your thoughts on the matter were.

"yeah" You scratch the back of your head and sigh.

"There, don't feel so bad about it anymore, he's a perv who just wanted to sleep with you." He said with a soft chuckle, trying to comfort you. "You'll find another, better guy, Y/N, one that will stick with you for ages, who won't break up with you for such lame reasons." He said as he hugged her, wanting to make his younger sister feel better.

Genya came closer and also hug his sister

"I'm so happy I got older brothers who care for me"

"That's just our job, to protect you." Genya said with a light chuckle.

"Yeah, it's bad enough that you're the youngest, but now you also have to go through a lame breakup, that's double the reason of why us older brothers have to protect you. We need to be there for you." Sanemi continued to hug Monique, making him and Genya squeeze their younger sister from both sides.

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If there's any errors, I'm sorry.

This story will suck but I thought of this, and I didn't see anyone else did this.

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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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I feel like adding onto the whole aroace sex-repulsion discussion.

Apologies for the wall of text.

For context: I'm aroace and romance- and sex-neutral. I don't go looking for sex or anything like that, and I don't masturbate very often as I don't have a high libido either. I'm also married, and my spouse is in the same boat as me. I'm also autistic and I have Mild Intellectual Disability. I could also have ADHD but that was never evaluated for me growing up and I don't care to go looking for one now. I also grew up very religious; not Christian, but my religion has the same view of "wait until you're married to have sex". And I'm not white, so there's that.

All that considered, I have an ongoing fic series where the MC is aroace and has autism + MID, and I have gotten so many comments (and upon further investigation, more often than not from people who aren't even a part of these groups) that are trying to "well actually" me that "it's infantalising to make autistic characters aroace", or "aces like sex", or "aromantic people don't date", or "aroace Black characters are racist", and so and such.

Despite writing a very wide variety of a-spec characters, from aroace couples in a QPR to an aroallo character in a casual agreement with someone they're close to, to some not interested in that stuff at all (both aroace and allo), to religious characters getting around not being allowed to have sex by doing sex stuff that "technically" isn't sex stuff.

Some people just love complaining about your work and want something incredibly specific when it comes to telling stories about minorities, especially if its something that was written to deconstruct your own experiences. Some people are Just Like That. It's annoying, but we can block them at least.

Now, if you (whomever is reading this) or the stories you write contain minority characters, and others have a very narrow view of what that should look like, that's not your fault and you're not wrong and broken for it. If you're aroace and very romance- and sex-negative, that's fine. If you're autistic and you think you might be or are a-spec, you're not being childish and you're not a robot.

Honestly, I think all of this crap comes from a combination of stereotypes (like the simultaneous sexualisation and de-sexualisation of people of colour, the assumption that mentally disabled people are too immature for adult relationships) and people having to make sure that people who have newly come across the concept of asexuality understand that attraction and libido are two different things—seriously, I once had someone told me that my spouse was raping me because "ace people don't have sex", which completely disregards what consent even is—and that has led to a bunch of well meaning but ignorant people trying to over-correct.

But that's not my problem and neither is it yours.

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emeritus-fuckers · 11 months

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How do you think the papas and seester would treat a plus sized lover?

I just did some general hc here, if you want more, just ask - Jez

The Papas and Sister Imperator with a plus-sized s/o

Primo

I honestly think Primo would actually prefer a bigger darling.

He just associates it with you being a homemaker, a warm presence to get back home to.

He's an old man, he enjoys a cuddle, and a chubbier darling means better cuddles.

He loves holding you and resting against you.

You're very soft and he likes that a lot.

Secondo

I feel like he would certainly enjoy a larger darling, especially after retiring.

He needs some security and I feel like holding onto a plus-sized darling at night would make him feel better.

There is just this very nice feeling of comfort and security to fall asleep and wake up holding to a bigger darling.

He especially cherishes when he gets to lazily wrap his arm around your tummy and feel your soft skin.

Big fan.

Terzo

He's the type of person to not even notice your size.

Like... his darling is his darling.

He thinks you're sexy no matter how you look or what you wear.

He's short, he'd love to rest on top of you if you'd let him.

He also really wants to use you as a pillow.

Of course he wants to make sure you're comfortable with him doing that.

Absolutely adores you and your size.

Copia

Copia adores you.

It's a simple equation, bigger darling = more to love.

He loves resting against you while you play video games, snuggling against you with a childish whine when he loses.

You are the prettiest, the most beautiful person he's ever seen!

He will literally babble about how stunning you are!

The most affectionate man ever.

Old Nihil

At his age, he doesn't really care much.

If you're nice and caring, he's gonna simp for you and not even realize your size at all.

It's gonna be a few months into your relationship that one day he looks at you, realizes that you're plus-size and just goes "oh, okay".

And then he just goes back to simping like nothing happened.

Young Nihil

I feel like he's somewhat immature considering his age and he wouldn't exactly go for a bigger darling at first. He's just... somewhat shallow, I suppose.

But then again, life's full of surprises and he learns that a chubbier lover is actually a great deal!

He especially loves hiding his face in his darling's chest or stomach, pressing himself against your soft flesh.

You're gonna get facepaint all over your skin because of him.

I feel like he's somewhat judgy at first, at as he gets to spend more and more time with you, he becomes more accepting and likely to defend others who are your size and get bullied for whatever reason.

Young Sister Imperator

She finds you absolutely adorable. Pinches your cheek a lot.

She also somewhat knows if you're insecure about any parts of your body and gives many small, fleeting touches to them.

Her favorite activity is hugging you from behind and stroking your body with her thumbs as she rests her head on your shoulder.

She doesn't really say anything or acknowledges it too much, but the way she touches you makes you feel really loved.

Old Sister Imperator

Aside from after the months in hospital, Sister Imperator did develop a tendency to gain weight in her older years.

She does eat healthy and take good care of herself, but she is plus-size as well, simply because of genetics, like some grandmas just become chubby over the years (my grandma did).

So she doesn't mind a plus-sized darling at all!

If you're insecure, she'd love to help you develop a healthier relationship with your body.

Similarly to how she would do that in her youth, she'd give you soft, feeling touches.

All in all, she's incredible at boosting your self-confidence and making you feel loved.

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madsworld15 · 1 month

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Heal Me, Hold Me, Make Me, Know Me Chapter 3 Part 2: June

QAF, Brian x Justin, Asexual Spectrum Representation, Season 2 re-telling. Part 2: 3k words

As always, thank you @winderlylandchime and @maryp50 for your support.

“What is your problem?!” Brian tried his best to keep himself from exploding.

“Nothing, I just think it’s weird how we are all bending over backward to make sure he’s comfortable.” Michael didn’t care about yelling. “When I broke up with David, no one batted an eye. No one cared!”

“This is why you’re upset? We didn’t hug you and say, Poor Mikey, his relationship fell apart?” Brian shook his head and left the table. He went to Debbie’s backyard so that he could have a smoke.

A few seconds later, Michael followed him.

“You don’t get to just walk away!” Mikey yelled at him, his perturbed facial expression on the verge of being comical.

“I wasn’t invested in your pity party. You’re comparing apples to oranges, Mikey. A breakup sucks but is nowhere near on the same level as nearly dying!” Brian glared at his best friend.

“I’m your best friend. It’s always supposed to be me and you against the world.”

“You left first. In case you forgot, once you started seeing Dr. David, he felt threatened by me, so he convinced you to stop hanging out with us!”

“He wasn’t threatened! And besides, that's not the same thing.” Mikey stomped his foot and clenched his fists.

Brian shook his head, took a drag from his cigarette, and laughed. “How is your relationship different from me looking after Justin?”

Michael stood there thinking for a moment. Brian knew he would have to say something he dreaded in order to prove his point.

“You don’t get it, Mikey. I’m in a relationship with Justin. I care about him. And in case you forgot, you stood there and watched while those guys beat the shit out of him. He almost died.” Brian took another long drag from his cigarette. “So excuse me if I’m not scrambling to stroke your ego about your failed relationship with the good doctor.”

Brian half expected Michael to walk off in a huff bent on complaining to his mother. Instead, he stepped even closer to Brian and started yelling at the top of his lungs.

“YOU WANT TO BLAME ME FOR WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT ABOUT YOU? WHERE WERE YOU WHEN THEY ATTACKED?!”

“FUCK YOU MIKEY!” Brian put all his energy into not succumbing to the guilt Michael was trying to stir up. “I’M THE ONE WHO GRABBED AND PUSHED THEM OFF OF HIM. IT’S BECAUSE OF ME THE AMBULANCE WAS CALLED!”

Brian dropped his cigarette at that point and calmed down slightly to try and get the upper hand in the argument. “You have never liked him. You have always been jealous of him, and it got in the way of you actually being the kind person I know you are.”

“I’m not fucking jealous. I just don’t like the person he’s changing you into. The Brian Kinney I know doesn’t do relationships. He sucks and fucks and doesn’t give his heart to anyone.” Mikey calmed down slightly, too, but Brian knew something bigger was coming.

“People change, Mikey. They grow up.” Brian sighed.

“That’s a laugh. The poster boy for childishness and immaturity telling me how people change. Well, don’t kid yourself. You’re incapable of change.”

“YOU WANT TO TALK TO ME ABOUT MATURITY? YOU LET YOUR JEALOUSY GET IN THE WAY OF HELPING JUSTIN THAT NIGHT! YOU FUCKING FROZE MIKEY!” Brian knew he was reacting a bit dramatically, but it was either this or punch Michael in the face.

“You’re right. I froze up. But you’re putting the blame on me when it’s not even my place to look out for him. You’re only with him right now out of the guilt you feel.” Brian watched as Michael walked away toward the house, passing Justin as he went.

Brian pulled out a second cigarette and lit it up. His chest felt tight, and he could hardly breathe; not exactly the best time to be smoking, but he needed to let out some of his frustration, or else he risked saying the wrong thing to Justin. The blonde inched closer to him and put his hand out, silently asking for a drag, too. Brian acquiesced, extending his hand out to Justin’s.

“Is that why I’m here?” Justin’s voice finally came, smaller than Brian could have ever imagined.

“Mikey’s just jealous.” It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t the answer Justin was looking for, and Brian knew it. He still didn’t have his head on straight, and so that was all he could offer.

Brian blew out some smoke, handed the rest of the cigarette to Justin, and walked back into the house. He knew he was fucking everything up big time, but he couldn’t stop himself from doing it. Justin’s security was something that meant the world to Brian, but right now, he is extremely hurt by the actions of his best friend. Having been raised by two verbally cruel alcoholics, Brian was used to hurtful words, but in the almost two decades that he’d known Michael, they’d never once come from him until now. Tears stung at the back of Brian’s eyes, but he couldn’t let them fall.

He walked into the kitchen and pulled Debbie aside. She looked him up and down, confused. Michael was nowhere to be seen, which was just as well. Brian couldn’t handle seeing him right now.

“Could Justin stay here tonight?” Brian choked on his words, but he knew it was best for both of them. “I just…I need some space.”

Debbie, bless her heart, didn’t question him for a single moment. Instead, she wrapped him in her arms and whispered. “Don’t you dare believe a word my ungrateful son said to you. Go get your head on straight. I’ll look after Sunshine.” Then she planted a kiss on his cheek, and that was that.

Justin POV

Justin finished up Brian’s cigarette. Not because he still wanted it but because he could tell Brian needed time to make his escape without any attention. Justin figured Brian needed a few minutes to cool off, and then they would go back to his loft for the night, calling the festivities a wash.

What he didn’t expect when he walked back into Debbie’s kitchen was to see her and Vic sitting around the table and Brian nowhere to be found. Justin couldn’t even hear him in another corner of the home. He looked around, confused. Mel and Lindsay must’ve left, too, because they and the baby were also gone. Emmett was still lingering in the front room, but with his coat on, he appeared to be on his way out with Ted.

Vic cleared his throat, capturing Justin’s attention. He barely knew the older man but could already tell he had a good, kind soul.

“Why don’t you sit and have some dessert? It’s chocolate cream pie.” Vic pushed a small plate with a hefty slice toward the spot at the table closest to Justin.

He took a deep breath and plopped down.

“Brian asked if you could stay here tonight.” Debbie finally said, her voice taking on that motherly tone Justin had always been able to trust.

After placing a bite in his mouth, he chewed and looked between the brother and sister. His heart fell. Ever since Michael had said what he did, he’d been hanging onto a faint hope that the man was wrong and Brian was just a terrible communicator.

“So, Michael was right,” Justin stated once he’d swallowed his bite. He sniffed and coughed to will his emotions not to make themselves known.

“No,” Vic responded fervently. “My nephew…” He started and then stopped as if he wasn’t sure how exactly to say what needed to be said.

“I don’t know how much you know about Brian, but you have to understand that he was raised in a home where words of cruelty and malice were used to communicate. Brian never learned how to express his emotions properly. So, he shut that part of himself down a very long time ago. Usually, when something gets under his walls, he bites back using words of hurt and pain. But he doesn’t want to do that to you.” Vic finally managed.

Not really knowing who Vic was or where he was coming from, Justin had a very hard time believing him. “How could you possibly know that?”

“I have seen Brian be short-sighted and sharp to men who expect more than a one-time ride with him. His words could cut down even the strongest-willed person.” Vic gave Justin a small smile before he continued. “But, tonight, Michael said what he said to Brian, and instead of lashing out at anyone, Brian went home.”

“But not before making sure you were looked after,” Debbie muttered quietly.

“He might not be able to say it or even admit it, but Brian cares about you.” Vic continued. “He never lets anyone stay the night, much less live with him.”

Justin sat there, quietly contemplating what Vic had just said and eating the rest of his pie. The kitchen fell silent, but it wasn’t a cold silence; it was comforting. In fact, Justin kind of felt like he was back in his own mom’s kitchen while she cooked dinner and he drew a picture. It was a nice thought, but soon enough, it broke his heart.

“What is he still doing here?” Michael announced his presence.

Justin looked up in time to see Debbie stand up, wagging a finger at her grown son.

“Michael Charles Novotny! I think you’ve done more than enough this evening. Go home!”

Michael started to protest, but then, with one look from Debbie, he turned around and walked out the front door.

“So,” Debbie turned to Justin and gave him a smile. “How are your hand exercises coming along? Gonna come back to the diner soon?”

“My hand exercises?” Justin looked confused from Vic to Debbie and back. “You guys know about that?”

“Brian talks.” Vic shrugged and grabbed all the plates to take them to the sink.

“He does?” Justin felt like he was learning more and more about the man he was sharing a living arrangement with than he ever imagined there was to learn.

“To Emmett.” Debbie clarified with a swat at her brother as he walked past her. “And then Emmett titters on about it all to us.”

Justin grinned at his lap with a chuckle. “Okay, that makes much more sense.”

“Em said you were struggling with seeing the purpose of doing them.” Vic sat back down at the table.

Justin looked at him, really looked at him. At that moment, he saw a man who understood. A man who would never say it out loud but could see his perspective and frustration.

“You know, when I first got sick, like really sick, I had to quit my job as a chef in New York City. It was terrifying times, and my boss wasn’t willing to see reason, let alone have compassion for my needs.” Vic started, his voice even and soft.

“I needed work in order to afford my medical bills, but I could hardly stand up some days because my whole body was at war with itself.” He continued.

“I would send him as much money as I could at first,” Debbie spoke up.

Justin hung onto their every word. He’d heard all about AIDS and HIV from science class and the after-school queer group he went to in secret a few years ago. But he’d never experienced someone who lived with it. Justin wanted to learn everything he could from Vic.

“For a while, I managed to make things work, but then I got so sick I couldn’t afford to live on my own anymore. So, I moved back home, and here I am. It’s hard having to give up your autonomy for something you never asked for. So, fight like hell to get it back.”

“Vic’s never backed down from his fight. He was on death’s doorstep not two years ago. Look at him now! He’s baking again, and pretty soon, he’ll be working, too. Just you wait and see.” Debbie cupped Vic’s cheek and gave him a warm, loving smile.

“Thanks, sis.” Vic returned the smile. “Justin, don’t give up. Where there’s a will, there is always a way. Even if it’s not the same way as before.”

Vic gave him a wink and added, “Besides, you’re much too beautiful to hide yourself away forever.”

Justin ducked his head with a blush and smiled at his lap.

Brian POV

Brian walked into the backroom at Babylon, looking for his prey for the evening. He needed someone that would allow him to be unrelenting and rough. He was angry at Michael, but more importantly, he was angry at himself.

Justin had somehow gotten in under his walls, and it terrified Brian. While Michael rarely ever fought back whenever Brian used him as an emotional release valve. This time had been different, and they both knew it.

Brian looked around and found his prey. He was a scrawny man, similar in build to Emmett but shorter. The twink had bright eyes and an enthusiasm that told Brian he would be willing to do just about anything Brian asked. Brian smirked as he bracketed the guy with his arms.

“Hey,” Brian nodded at him. “You look like you’re here for a good time.”

Mr. Bright Eyes nodded way more times than was necessary. Brian shook his head and flipped him around so that he faced the wall. Without much more spoken between them, Brian whipped out a condom and his dick and penetrated Mr. Bright Eyes.

A few hours later, Brian stumbled his way into his loft after paying the cab driver more than enough for the ride, having left his Jeep parked on the street near Babylon. He dropped his keys no less than five times as he tried to unlock the door. If Justin had been home, Brian was sure he would’ve woken him up with how loud and uncoordinated he was being. For a fleeting second, Brian considered he might have a drinking problem, but then, much like every other thought after his fifth shot of whiskey, it fizzled and disappeared.

Brian stopped at his desk, where he spotted the picture of him and Michael about a decade before, having just gone to Babylon for the first time. There was a gentle innocence to how they smiled together, sucking on milkshakes at the Liberty Diner. Fuck, they were practically kids there.

Brian snorted and then lobbed the frame toward his door. It hit the metal with a resounding thunk and fell to the floor, where the glass in it shattered. A crack now sat over the top of their faces.

Much like our friendship. Cracked and broken. Probably never to be repaired.

Brian crossed to his answering machine where there was a flashing 2 beckoning to him. His brain was extremely fuzzy, so he was sure none of what these messages said would stick, but he played them nonetheless.

The first one was from Michael.

Brian. I know you went home. Jesus, are we really never going to talk again? You’re just pissed because I’m being honest with you, and you don’t like it. Justin is changing you. You're forgetting who you are and what makes you happy. You meet this blonde twink, and all of a sudden, it’s adopt-a-trick, and you’ve stopped fucking everything that moves. We’ve been friends since we were kids. Are you really going to end all that for some trick who won’t even let you fuck him?

Brian ended the message and immediately deleted it. The next one was much more pleasant. It was from Justin.

Good night, Brian. I know our arrangement is that I sleep on the bed, and you sleep on the couch. Tonight you can sleep on the bed, it is yours after all. Anyway, Vic and Debbie told me I shouldn’t worry that you were just overwhelmed by everything and needed some time. I get that. I get so overwhelmed sometimes my hand starts to shake and I can’t get it to stop. Anyway, please sleep. You need it.

Brian couldn’t stop the grin that formed on his lips. It was just after 10 pm, and had only left Debbie’s a few hours prior, but he already missed Justin’s incessant talking. Even when Brian wasn’t listening to him, the younger man would go on and on about whatever topic of conversation interested him at that moment.

Before Justin moved in, Brian never would’ve guessed that he’d actually crave the presence of someone else in his loft. There was so much about Justin that didn’t make sense to Brian. And yet, he couldn’t get enough. The thought of coming home to Justin every day got him through some of the worst client interactions he could imagine. For the first time in Brian’s life, he knew what it was like to have someone actually interested in what he had to say and cared how he felt.

Brian decided it wasn’t too late to call Justin back. Debbie’s house was open at all hours for any of her boys. After two rings, Debbie answered and then called Justin to pick up the line.

“Hello.” Justin’s voice came through the speaker. Brian felt his drunkenness melt away and his brain clear.

“I just wanted to call you back to wish you a good night.” Brian sucked his lips in over his teeth, “And to see if you were okay.”

Brian knew he should apologize, but that wasn’t something he did. Apologies were useless.

“Yeah. I’m okay. Vic fed me some chocolate pie, which always makes everything better.” Justin chuckled softly.

“Yeah, Vic’s desserts are pretty great.” Brian agreed, his smile stretching as he lay down on the bed on Justin’s side.

“How would you know? In all the time I’ve known you, I’ve never once seen you eat anything remotely unhealthy.” Justin’s tone was playful, and Brian found himself wishing he was in the loft with him.

“Just because you don’t see it doesn’t mean it never happens.” Brian stretched, putting his arm behind his head. “Besides, I’ve known Vic most of my life. I used to live on nothing but sugar and blow jobs when I was a teenager.”

“Sure you did.” Justin shot back, not believing a word Brian uttered.

“Ask him if you don’t believe me.” Brian loved how easy it was to talk to Justin and how much fun he had doing it.

“Maybe,” Justin paused to yawn. “Maybe I will. I think I’m going to stay here while you’re in Chicago. I’ll have Debbie bring me by the loft in the morning for some clothes.”

“Okay.” Brian didn’t say it out loud, but he was relieved Justin chose to stay with someone. Based on Justin’s final words he knew that Justin heard him loud and clear, regardless.

“You don’t have to worry now.” Justin yawned again. “Anyway, good night. Best of luck in Chicago.”

#queer as folk #brian kinney #justin taylor #fanfiction #alternate universe #asexual spectrum representation

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tyrantraveveromega · 1 year

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it sucks that i am committed to writing kotone as close to her canon characterization as possible, something that is tricky but doable for the others, because she really does not have many consistent characterization moments. they're either player determinant or from pq2, which have their unique issues

if you go by just p3p, assuming all social links were maxed and only aigis was romanced (the others are player determinant and ultimately, you end up with aigis anyway so im assuming platonic relations all around), you have to go by social link dialogue options and very little else. luckily, s. links have objectively correct answers and thus contain things that canonically kotone would and would not say. this at least gives us a little bit; she's kind, a good listener, and willing to show her fierce side if the needs arises (see saori's social link). but everything else?

now what we have left are the choices during s. links or story events that have NO consequences. this is where things go off the rails: depending on what you choose, you can end up with wildly different versions of the same character. for example, at multiple points, you have the choice between attempting to use violent force to solve a problem or trying to get others to help/resolve it peacefully. we see this is yukari's social link where kotone can try to straight up fight three dudes harrassing yukari, and in saori's where she can try to punch a girl who slapped saori over something that wasnt her fault.

depending on what the player chooses, we get two very different results: either someone who can and does fight well, but chooses to talk out her problems, or someone who seems almost eager to start a fight. its important to note that no one else in this entire cast except maybe akihiko displays this much willingness to throw hands. and again the problem with determinant choices: what do the choices you didn't select mean? was it something kotone was thinking about but didn't do or an abstract method of building your own protagonist? we don't know.

i mentioned pq2 earlier, and my main issue with it is despite kotone being a fully written character, we dont get any more information you couldn't get from p3p or just by looking at her. yes, she's pretty and social and bubbly and fun but she's a little sad too! and now shes back to being fun. yes, you can put together that she's pushing her own emotions down to not burden the group (as it her role in p3p to help others shoulder their burdens) but we really don't see any of it past that one scene. meanwhile in p3p, especially with ryoji near the end of the game, she can say some fairly haunting stuff. like when she's asked what lovers talk about, all she can think of a depressing or (and this is the really worrying one) pointless things. what does that mean? what is kotone's definition of a pointless thing to talk about? it could well be she deems her own emotions as "pointless" because beyond these perhaps unintentionally revealing lines, she never ever talks about how she feels. like ever.

this makes it really important to me to have a very strong interpretation of kotone in order to accurately write her (i dont mean to insult anyone, but i am not a fan of works where her personality is not pulled from the text. i once read a fic where for no reason whatsoever she was portrayed as very immature and described as "childish" and it really did not make any sense to me). so here's my take:

i think kotone is a girl who has a very carefully crafted persona of cheerful indifference; not so much "i don't care", more so "i don't mind". she's clearly okay talking with people, but has no motivation to become close until she connects with SEES (whether because of the wild card ability urging her to do so, or if you're like me and writing an alternate timeline, a golden opportunity to make friends for once.) she is genuinely kind, friendly, and a good listener, that is not a mask; rather its the non-existence of negative emotion she seems to display, using her inherent selflessness to keep everyone at arms length, to make sure things are "about her" as little as possible. she shoulders the burdens of others to avoid talking about or dealing with what burdens her.

however, that negative emotion still absolutely exists: we know she was bounced from one foster home to another, signifying neglect or worse from the parents and/or because kotone was (or perceived as) doing something wrong. this rough childhood shows us the cracks in the mask, as she can be standoffish, depressed, angry, or outright violent towards those who wrong her or the ones she loves. she doesn't want to talk to and gives a nosy girl who just wants akihiko's secrets so she can date him attitude, she's more than happy to tell maiko's parents exactly what she thinks of them, makes at least one actively suicidal comment ("i wish i was dead..." when talking to junpei and yukari), and even attempts to kill takaya after defeating him in battle. the only reason she doesn't is because aigis asks her not to.

in short, her cheerful and energetic exterior is just armor to cover up her severe depression, anger issues, and an unwillingness to open up to others (whether because she doesn't want to be vulnerable, because she doesn't trust others with how she feels, or both).

anyway. this was just a very long-winded ramble. feel free to toss in what you think in the tags, comments, whatever. i honestly love talking about characters like this and am happy to discuss

#six.txt #persona 3 #kotone shiomi

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weiner-enjoyer · 7 months

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ofmd s2 literary analysis, mostly so i dont die of gay disease. obviously, spoilers for our flag means death season 2

okay so im going to start with the gravy basket because.???? there has to be some kind of metaphor im missing. but regardless, most of it was pretty up front. ed hates himself, he chooses to live, he changes. but theres some smaller details i find important. for one, he’s under the immediate impression that he hates hornighost, but hornighost feeds him and takes care of him anyway. he helps him. if hornighost is ed, then we can assume that ed is taking this time to take care of himself - with or without anyone else’s help. was he doing a great job at it? not at all. but he displays this self help when he establishes his boundaries with stede. not to mention, death is a huge main theme in this series. obviously he didn’t die, but he had a choice to. he was faced with “fix your problems, or die.” and he chose to fix them; he chose change, but change of his own accord, not death’s. he has control.

i also want to talk about ed saying “you’re not a fucking mermaid”. which seems really obvious, and it is. but the whole mermaid vision was to show that stede is here, whether he likes it or not. and whether he likes it or not, he takes that help. and it helps him. but he’s just started this whole self help journey, and he doesn’t want to accept he’s not strong enough to do it himself. so he’s telling stede to back tf off. and also obviously their divorce or wtv

okay so the bunny. ed is confiding in this random ass bunny. the bunny stays put, but it is also quite visibly shaking. ed has control now, but he isn’t ready to deal with the feedback he would get from a person. humans are unpredictable, and they aren’t always good at receiving emotions. ed also doesn’t want to use feedback to get better, because he’s so convinced he’s always right (or he chooses to think that to avoid how he absolutely knows he’s wrong.) and so theres this bunny. and then the bunny fucking dies, and then he eats that bunny. which is crazy, but he immediately talks to stede after eating it. he lost a safe zone, and then he got out of his safe zone and fixed a problem; the main reason he chose to live

and then theres the lesbians (i forgot their names, im so sorry). love those guys, my favorite plot device so far. this one is pretty obvious as well. but they’re just so immature. like. oh my god. and it’s fun at first. at first, both stede and ed love them, but both of them realize how unstable it is. they’re not even afraid to become that, because they know they’re better than that. but. there’s a but. the lesbian’s way of life was easy. if you don’t have to deal with the problems, you can live and die childish, probably from gangrene after your girlfriend stabbed you. and stede and ed immediate relate themselves to the lesbians, and then they completely defy that relation by doing the mature thing. i kinda forgot to say this, but the lesbians are a symbol of ed’s past life too. they act like how ed acts when he meets his old pirate friends; immature and reckless. when ed leaves that scene, he leaves that part of him behind.

okay so then we have the robes. im almost done, i promise. the robes are fancy. the robes are rich. the robes are cursed. they protect stede in every way except that everyone around him fears the robe. the robes are super cash money. unfortunately, stede no longer likes being cash cash money bags, so he gets rid of the suit. most of it. because he really does wear fine things well. but the robes are a past life for stede, and he willingly gets rid of them. he’s not even that mad about it. the same can be said for the lesbians; when stede leaves the robes, he leaves that part of him behind. he does it for his shipmates, but it helps him too

okay okay okay now izzy. so it’s less an analysis and more of a question. of course, izzy has been suffering a lot. like a lot. and he deserves that. wholeheartedly. he was doing relatively well with the suffering too, at first, and then he decided “fuck all that. im going to get drunk off my ass and pretend that ed didnt almost kill me, because i’m too immature.” this behavior is not healthy and im almost positive he’ll eventually come back to hating ed and try to kill him. but even with all of this, how is he going to do as a captain? we now have two other former captains on board, albeit fairly weak captains, but they pose a threat to izzy’s power. and probably his emotional state. is he going to govern the ship like before, or is he going to be emotional like he was in the beginning? he had to have learned that it could get him betrayed, but he seems intelligent in the robe situation

i hope this makes sense

#ofmd #nobody is going to read this shit #ofmd s2 #our flag means death #edward teach #stede bonnet #blackbeard #izzy hands

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ladykissingfish · 2 years

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*everyone minus Sasori and Deidara in the living room*

Hidan: So can someone explain to me why the fuck we’re doing this again?

Konan: To help.

Kakuzu: Because sitting and watching costs no money.

Kisame: It’s part of Sasori-san and Deidara-chan’s marriage therapy.

Itachi: Yes, they each take on the role of each other, so that they can see how they’re perceived by the other.

Tobi: It’ll be fun! Like going to the movies!

Hidan: So we’re sitting here watching them play dress-up? Fuck this; I’ve got better things to do with my time, dickheads.

Zetsu: Agreed; we could be eating.

Nagato: Not another word from either of you. We’re their friends, so we’re doing this. Understood?

Hidan and Zetsu: *grumble and reluctantly nod*

*Sasori comes out of his room; he has on a long blonde wig and he’s painted mouths/tongues on both hands*

Sasori, changing his voice: Hey everyone, it’s me, Deidara, hm. My absolutely stupid ideas about true art being an explosion has caused me and my endlessly patient partner Sasori to have more failed missions than any other team in the group, because I can’t control my childish urge to blow up any and everything of importance. I speak unnecessarily loudly to make sure everyone hears my unhinged, immature, completely inane ideas. HM.

The others:

*Deidara comes out of his room, his long hair tied up tight underneath a short red wig, with lines painted around his mouth to give himself a more wooden appearance*

Deidara, changing his voice: It’s me, Master Sasori, ruler of puppet-land. I never listen to anything Deidara has to say because I’m always right, all the time, about everything, because although I may be short I clearly have the bigger balls … *lets a pair of ping pong balls and a small stick drop from his cloak* Ooops; there goes another set! Oh well, can always make some more! I talk infuriatingly slowly because I think it makes me sound smarter, but in reality it just makes me sound like a boring old geezer!

Sasori: My clay sculptures all look the EXACT SAME but I lose my temper if Sasori can’t distinguish individual differences in what’s basically a copy and paste process, HM.

Deidara: My puppets are horribly outdated and the process to make even ONE is so long that I spend days and days working on the same thing until it makes me cranky, and then when my husband who loves and cares about me tries to get me to take a break, I just tell him he’s being too needy and ignore him.

Everyone:

Sasori: You think you’re so clever, don’t you, you stupid brat? That sounds nothing like me!

Deidara: I sound more like you than you do me, hm! And where the hell did you get that ugly, insulting wig?? My hair is NOTHING like that!

Sasori: And MY hair is a stinking red mop?? Fuck you.

Deidara:

Deidara, in Sasori’s voice: I’M the one who does the fucking, brat.

Sasori:

Sasori, in Deidara’s voice: Okay, old man; take me into your lab and show me your new attachments, hm!

Deidara and Sasori: *kiss and walk off together*

Everyone:

Hidan:

Hidan: *stands up and makes his voice deep and rough* Oi, I’m Kakuzu, and -

Kakuzu: *smacks Hidan over the head* Don’t even think about it, asshole.

#sasodei #deisaso #sasori x deidara #the akatsuki #sasori #deidara #hidan #kakuzu #konan #tobi #nagato #kisame #itachi uchiha #zetsu #❤️💛#💛❤️

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Hi, ENTJ here. I've been reading your posts about identity and NF's problems with it, I know many NF's myself and have a super relationship with them. But I get the feeling that I don't understand what's going on. What do the questions "who am I?", "identity", "being myself" etc. mean in general? What is this all about? When I think about myself I have the impression that I just exist and that's it. Ok, I am gay, vegetarian, interested in the stock market and philosophy etc. (1/2)

[con't: But gay I was born, vegetarianism is the result of some subjective morality of mine and the stock market and philosophia give me a lot of positive things in life and dealing with it is interesting. At any time it could happen that I change my values of interest. After all, I will not cease to be what I am, which is just some human being. What is this all about? Is it a weaker Fi/Ni? Or maybe I perceive it correctly and others overthink it?]

You are different types, so what NFs do is unrelated to you. Even if it's true that immature/unhealthy NFs are overthinking it, it doesn't mean you have it correct. It's possible you both have it wrong.

One of the basic lessons of type theory is that there are legitimate differences between people that should be respected. This means:

every type has their own unique set of strengths and shortcomings

every type has a different path of development and growth

you shouldn't take the standards of one type and apply them unfairly to other types

you shouldn't denigrate your own type and try to be like another type (out of type envy)

you will have difficulty understanding ways of thinking that are opposed to/conflicting with your own type

The common thread among all NFs is they care deeply about human potential and maintaining openness to human possibility. This is why the four NF types often get grouped together into one common "temperament". Without NFs in the world, the majority of human problems would remain unaddressed and unresolved.

To NFs, identity is about what makes individuals unique and special. For some NFs, identity can take a long time to figure out because there are so many potentialities and possibilities to explore. You're right about things like vegetarianism being rather superficial markers of identity. You say you're "just some human being", meaning the same as every other human being? This indicates you don't care much about personal identity, which is your right to choose. But how are you to understand something you never pay attention to?

One thing you should keep in mind is when you don't value something, that something will be missing from your life, like a perpetual blindspot. If you don't want to care about identity, don't be surprised about encountering the negative consequences of that decision. Would you be interested to know that a not insignificant number of ENTJs have come to me in existential crisis over the years, asking why they feel like a hollow shell of a person? Are you headed toward that future, too?

Also remember that you have Fi in your functional stack, which means that the concept of personal identity will eventually matter to your psychological health and well-being. Therefore, it's incorrect to say that you perceive identity correctly compared to NFs. It's more accurate to say that ENTJs have a naive, childish, or oversimplistic notion of identity due to inferior Fi and this is one reason why many of them find it difficult to understand what NFs are on about.

#entj #inferior fi #identity #identity issues #ask

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museenkuss · 2 months

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I don't vape or smoke but stereotyping and speaking down on others who do is incredibly immature (and very unattractive). the whole point of vaping was to help people get off of cigarettes. and on top of that, you don't know if they're vaping cannabis oil for health reasons or if they're using organic eliquid as a safer alternative to quit smoking. romanticizing cigarettes is making kids think smoking is cool again and creating a new generation of nicotine addicts just for the "aesthetic"

We're talking about two different things. I don't really care whether people think I'm unattractive based on my posts (we can never escape the wish to be liked, but I try to keep the inner censor when it comes to that to a minimum), but I do want to make it clear what it meant, since there is a large chunk of background info (aka my broader belief system) missing from that post. I'll try to summarise it as best I can:

firstly: You're right in sending this message. Reading my post back made me very upset, especially the "addicted" part is really gross. I knwo what I meant but reading it back without the context of what I was thinking at the time really made me disgusted with myself, too. So thank you for making me come back to it.

Re: smoking cigarettes as an aesthetic (instead of vaping (=the topic my post was about)). I don't think smoking in any way, shape or form is cool. Growing up in the 2000s, I was influenced heavily both by the last traces of the pro-smokers aesthetics (chic skinny bitches smoke instead of eating, cool rebels smoke to rebel) and the rising anti-smoking movement (smoking will kill you, your loved ones and your pets slowly and painfully). Conclusion: again, I'm anti-smoking (I've been around enough chain-smokers to be), but the last glamour of cigarettes stuck to me, too. So, cigarettes as an aesthetic concept still have an appeal to me. But my opinion of "this is gross and you're childish for thinking it's cool" still applies. I don't agree with a lot of "I'm so sexy for smoking" content on here, but I might still reblog photos etc that involve cigarettes/smoking. Complicated situation, not what the post was about though.

On to what the post was actually about: Vaping is of course a healthier alternative to smoking cigarettes. Of course that's what it was intended for - or at least that's what companies say it's intended for. My personal opinion is that in the wake of the asbeforementioned anti-smoking movement of the 00s, smoking has become increasingly less cool and/or accepted (good.) and companies had to find other ways to make money. Making a device they can sell as healthier alternative is a good move. To then go ahead and make those products extremely appealing to children is also a very smart move. You can get money from people you previously got addicted to cigarettes AND you can groom a new generation of nicotine addicts by selling them blueberry muffin-flavoured vapes. Do I know for sure that that was the plan? No. Do I find it despicable that they make candy-flavoured vapes? Yes.

Re: Nicotine addiction. You didn't touch on that in depth, but I want to, because my post could be read in this way as well: People become addicted to things for a number of reasons, a good number of which is them being in some way, shape or form vulnerable. I know this sounds like I'm saying the opposite of what I said just now but I don't think that addiction is shameful. I know it's rich to say "this post wasn't about people with an addiction", but I was more thinking about the concept of smoking for fun and sex appeal.

As in: What I do look down upon and what I find annoying and gross is that smoking is framed as cool. And that's the thing I look down on, that's the embarrassing part. Vapes being an aesthetic. Vapes being chic or trendy. It's devious marketing on one hand and embarrassing behaviour on the other hand. And again, to make it as clear as possible: this is not about people who are recovering from an addiction to cigarettes. This is about teenagers who think they're sexy or businessmen thinking they're savvy for suckling on automated cancer sticks that smell like banana milkshakes. I also see that those teenagers could very well end up being addicts, too. And I need to reframe my mindset here because those children (or businessmen) also deserve respect and help. It's the starting point of someone thinking "this is a really cool thing to do ;)" that annoys me.

I also think about the switch from cigarettes and their image even at the time when it was considered sexy (harmful, stinking, butts everywhere) to vapes and THEIR image (harmful but not as much, so much healthier! smells so good! cool tech!) in regards to what chicness and coolness means. I could go on about this, but I think it's a broader topic, so I'll try to summarise it like this: The switch to thinking something so incredibly sanitised is cool/chic/rebellious to me seems to be saying something about a broader switch in aesthetics. Everybody is beautiful but no one is horny, you're not punk your clothes are from shein, etc. But again, that's something that could be elaborated on in a different context.

To summarise: I don't think smoking of any kind is sexy, this post was taken out of the broader context of my thought pattern and I see how it could be misinterpreted and I'm genuinely sorry if it made someone who's a nicotine addict, recovering or otherwise, feel bad. That was never my intention and it's my bad for writing the post without putting it in a bigger frame. I do, however, think thinking smoking is cool or sexy is embarrassing. I get it a little more with cigarettes due to my background, but still.

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What's your suice headcanons? Also how would the other Nordics react to their relationship??

Anoooooon, did you catch my whining telepathically? Because we were discussing how I want the next ask to be about SuIce headcanons just yesterday… Always there when we need you the most.

Sooo SuIce headcanons!

1. I’ve already mentioned it in another post, but Ice is really really really crushing hard on Sweden. He feels super comfortable around him, but also kind of hopeless, because he can’t do anything about his crush: he thinks that confessing would only ruin things. Ice kinda has a complex about being younger than the rest of the Nordics, but Svi especially. He doesn’t mind the age gap, it’s just as if he’s afraid that Sweden will never be able to look at him as someone other than “Nor’s little brother”. He also doesn’t want Sweden to think that his feelings towards him are just a childish, immature crush. At the same time, Sweden respects Iceland’s opinions and tries not to treat him differently – he knows that it troubles Ice. Doesn’t know about his crush though lol

2. Ice really likes watching Sweden when he’s working on something (furniture, for example). He can sit there for hours, looking at his hands and thinking about stuff. Ice wishes he could do it more often, but he doesn’t get to hang out at Sweden’s place very often.

3. Unlike apparently everyone else in the world, Iceland doesn’t think Sweden is all that creepy looking. He doesn’t get scared by his “heavy glare” thing and is actually pretty good at noticing when Svi (despite him not really changing his expression) is having a good time.

4. Every time Iceland gets touched by Sweden in any way (like a shoulder pat, hand grabbing, maybe even a hug), he dies inside so obviously that it’s ridiculous that Sweden didn’t notice that for so long.

5. Sweden didn’t really think of Iceland “that way” before he found out that he had a crush on him. But once he started thinking about it, he realised that Iceland surprisingly sort of fits his type. He tends to like cute looking “round-ish” guys, after all.

6. I don’t know how Ice’s confession would go, but now that I think about it, Sweden might confront him himself one day… What a scary situation for Iceland.

7. So, about the other Nordics. Norway and Denmark are pretty good at reading Ice’s mood, so it’s not a secret to them that he likes Sweden, but they might not really understand the nature of his feelings at first. Same with Fin actually, he might notice the way Ice looks at Sweden. But it’ll still probably surprise them that he has an actual romantic crush on him. Out of all of them, Nor would be surprised the least though.

8. If SuIce were to start dating, other Nordics’ reaction would probably go like this: Fin would be kinda confused (not opposed, but confused, because that came out of nowhere), Denmark would have a blast teasing both Iceland and Sweden (and get punched by Sweden repetitively until he stops), and Norway… I don’t think he would mind Sweden (he knows him well and respects him a lot), but he likes to act like a protective older brother, so maybe he’d at least pretend that he’s ready to fight Sweden if he does something wrong. But then again, that might be just to mess with Ice…

9. A couple of spicier ones. Before they got together, Ice used to fantasize about Svi a lot. He also might’ve thought a bit too much about how their first time would go. A lot of different scenarios.

10. Although Sweden’s initial instinct was to be careful and gentle with Ice, Ice really doesn’t like that treatment: he doesn’t want Svi to act like he’s going to break or something. He is a bit too eager when it comes to that, both because he doesn’t want to be perceived as too young and fragile, and because he is too darn horny and desperate for Svi to act so careful around him. At some point he would either ask Svi to stop holding back or try to provoke him.

11. When Svi finally stops holding back though, it’s going to be like things are happening on a whole different level, because he is much more passionate, physical and straight-up horny than one might think. He’s also pretty desperate and starved when it comes to this kind of intimacy. So Ice’s “do you worst” would end up in a pretty unexpected scenario for him (not that he complains, of course, he’s one happy boy).

Well, these are some long-ass headcanons lol, I’m sorry, I got carried away. I could say more, but once again, let me know if you’d like to hear about anything in particular.

#replies #suice #headcanons

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evil8keta · 2 years

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can you do how mercs behave around children? if they’re dumb or comforting

thank you for this awesome request!! i had so much fun with it >:)

mercs with children

SCOUT

- he likes kids a lot! he's pretty good at matching their high energy and is quite immature and childish too, so it isn't difficult for him to connect with children. despite him being the youngest brother, he would actually make for a good big bro figure! :D ...well, sorta? sure, he's very fun, but my god he is IRRESPONSIBLE. please don't ever leave scout with kids alone. he's going to do something stupid to impress them or worse he will encourage THEM to do something stupid. there always has to be another person to supervise, because scout is pretty much just a bigger child that you have to look after along the smaller kids

SOLDIER

- idk this man probably doesn't even know what children are.... jk jk, of course he does, but he has no idea how to take care of them, even though that is not what he thinks. soldier thinks of himself as an excellent babysitter- which he is NOT. he's kind of like a fun crazy uncle who's super supportive and nice (in his own way). due to him being loud and eccentric, kids either love him or are scared of him, but usually it's the first option. soldier can be very fun to be with! he thinks of many ways to entertain the kiddos, but sometimes he's, well, too EXTREME. never leave him alone with kids or he's gonna teach them how to rocket jump and snap people's necks

PYRO

- ohh they're a sweetheart. pyro absolutely loves kids and immediately connects with them!! whether or not the kids like THEM however... that depends. sometimes kids start crying the moment they see pyro, but that's surprisingly rare! most kids love them :] i mean, pyro is like a perfect combination of childlike enough to vibe with the kids but also responsible enough to, yknow, actually look after them! pyro is quite good at cheering them up, too... a kid scrapped their knee? well, this firebug is already patching them up with cute bandaids and acting all silly and funny to make them laugh. also, pyro is 100% down for cute little tea parties

HEAVY

- very responsible, very good. heavy knows how to take care of kids, it's just that he's kinda awkward at it? not that he dislikes kids, but spending time with them isn't his cup of tea... like yeah, he knows what to do, but if you tell him to look after some child, he won't be very enthusiastic about it. that doesn't count for the kids though, cause children literally love him!!! heavy gives off this strong and caring aura that just makes you trust him, yknow? :D he's very good at comforting upset children and he doesn't even know HOW he's doing it. also, how you seen this man? he's literally built like a mountain, every child that he encounters wants nothing else but to climb him

DEMOMAN

- WONDERFUL with kids!! he's kinda like soldier, the typical fun crazy uncle, expect demo is actually responsible!! he's got a bunch of fun stories that he can share and knows lots of silly jokes. not only is he fun but he's very good at giving advice and overall being very supportive and encouraging. also, demo gets attached to kids quickly, like yeah MAYBE he knew this random kid for JUST 5 minutes but who cares? that's literally his little buddy! you got a problem?? also this one is so obvious but demo wears an eye patch!! do you even realize how many kids mistook him for a pirate? needless to say, children love him because he's cool AND looks cool

ENGINEER

- oh c'mon, this man gives off massive dad vibes. children immediately feel safe and happy around him and no one knows why?? like, what kind of magic is this...?? whenever engie interacts with children he just seems to naturally know what to do, even though i doubt he's had that much experience when it comes to taking care of kids. talent i guess. this man is smart asf so he knows hundreds of cool facts that he can entertain children with. he acts goofy and dumb around kids and is NOT embarrassed by it. as long as a kid is happy, he's happy. also, this man is SO supportive!!! there's a sad child? well they better be ready to not be sad anymore cause engie is preparing a heartfelt speech full of encouraging words to hype them up. hearing THE engineer tell you that he's proud of you is one of the best things ever fr

MEDIC

- actually...i don't recommend even letting him near kids. sure, he's responsible, he doesn't mind spending time with children AND he finds their childlike curiosity very endearing! it's just that he's, well, too....unhinged? most kids run away from him crying lol. which is obvious considering that he literally approaches them like "HELLO LITTLE ONES! who here wants to know how to dissect a human body?! :D" while he's smiling and giggling and shit. HORRIBLE babysitter, 0/10 experience. doesn't this man know that he should NOT speak of horrors beyond our comprehension with a 10 year old? smh!!!

SPY

- i'm sorry but spy doesn't like kids (or at least he convinces himself to dislike kids). he's pretty shitty when it comes to taking care of them. like, he KNOWS how to treat children and how to take care of them, he's just kind of a bitch. which is pretty funny considering that most of the time kids like him because they think he looks so cool... i mean, he's literally a spy!! his dislike towards children doesn't come from genuine hate, but rather regret, since it reminds him that he was an absent father for most of scout's life and missed so much. so yeah, he would rather not interact with kids in any way, but when there's, let's say, a lost child crying with no one else around, he will actually do a great job to comfort the little one and help them. he isn't heartless

SNIPER

- for someone so standoffish, sniper surprisingly has big amount of Dad Potential. he's VERY awkward when it comes to kids because of lack of experience, but other than that he's responsible and can be a decent caregiver. he knows all kinds of crazy stories that he would love to share, (by crazy i mean literally mindblowing) so it's not THAT difficult for him to entertain a kid. he can't exactly keep up with their energy cause he's tired 24/7, but he isn't annoyed by that either. in fact he finds it quite refreshing. to me he's kinda like the cool mysterious uncle who appears out of nowhere, tells you some crazy story and offers you the best life advice you've ever received and then disappears again for 6 months without elaborating. how fun. kids love him

anyways here's a scale on how much you can trust each merc with a child from most to least (based on their level of responsibility):

1. engie

2. demo

3. heavy

4. pyro

5. sniper

6. spy

7. medic

8. soldier

9. scout

best dad of the year award goes to engie

worst dad of the year goes to scout (even though his heart is in the right place)

and spy won the bitchiest dad of the year award!

#team fortress 2 #headcanons #keta writes

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