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Hi there, congrats for the 1500 subs. How about the bros reaction to an MC who's an empath?
Brothers with an MC Who is an Empath
This should not have been as hard as it was but maaan, my brain just wasn’t working. Finally got it done though!
Intro:
An Empath is essentially someone who is highly sensitive to outside stimuli like sounds, personalities, energies, emotions, or just hectic/chaotic environments. They tend to absorb the emotions of others into themselves because of this. Though their sensitivity can grant deeper understanding for others, it comes at the price of the Empath’s own emotional and physical health if not given enough time to decompress which can lead to feeling drained, irritable, depressed, or overwhelmed.
Lucifer
Oh boy, if there was ever any demon not in tune to his own emotions…
He started out legitimately not knowing what an "empath" was and frankly he didn't care to know. His main concern was just keeping the MC alive.
Though that didn't seem to be too hard because they apparently get tired quickly… or at least they had to take extended periods away from most of his brothers.
He wasn't sure why, he first assumed it was because they found his brothers annoying but that didn't seem to be the case either...
He'd see them grinning with Mammon after a jackpot, relaxing with Satan in silence, and even crying with Levi over things so niche and pointless he couldn’t imagine that they actually cared...
It wasn’t too long until they set their sights on him.
They always seemed to know when he was stressed or when he needed to talk to someone. He'd even be embarrassed to admit there were days when he’d just hover somewhat close to them, face more or less slathered with "I really need to talk right now" but too proud to make the first move.
After some time, he decided to look up what an empath was again and it all clicked into place. They probably knew when he was tired because they could just sense it off of him.
And who knows how exhausting that must be for them...
After that little revelation he actually started paying more attention to his own health to keep it from spilling over to them, but he would still go to them to talk from time to time. He honestly never expected a human to become his closest confidant.
Mammon
Mammon has BIG energy. He’s one of those personalities that just brightens a room he walks in but damn… if he’s not a little exhausting to be around sometimes…
Truthfully, he was kind of into their whole “I know how you feel so you don’t have to say it” vibe though it was really confusing to start with...
On the one hand, they never made fun of him for his sensitive side. Not once. And they seemed pick up on the days where he wasn't feeling his best as well, which only made him happy and want spend more time with them.
But on the other hand, he'd be lying if he said that their need to recharge away from him didn't catch him off guard a lot... Hell, for the first few weeks of getting to know the MC he thought they didn't like him at all!
It took the MC sitting him down and explaining to him that they're more sensitive to things like lights, sounds, and emotions for him to kind of get the picture. It wasn’t that they didn’t like him, they just needed to be somewhere calm.
Cue a lot of “Okay human, I’ll be calm. Promise! Ya won’t even now I’m here!” in a well meaning, but pretty loud voice and not getting much better from there, bless his heart...
Even after he eventually gets the picture and stops hanging off of their leg, it does bum him out to be separated for however long it takes for them to get better (at worst, it can be days).
But he really gets excited like a puppy whenever they finally come back again! Big grins and lots of hugs (good luck peeling him off now).
Levi
Levi is... best taken in short bursts.
Though his personality isn’t big like Mammon’s, he does have a lot of lingering negativity around him. Not exactly his fault, being Envy and all, but not great for someone who’s sensitive to emotions.
In truth, Levi genuinely loves being around the MC because they “get” him even if they don’t get what’s happening.
While his brothers may roll their eyes or struggle to understand how he can put so much emotional investment into an anime or a character, the MC would always seem to feel and respect that his emotions were genuine and let him experience them without question.
… But at the same time, that sensitivity meant that they got carried in with him through his every emotion, good, bad, or somewhat erratic depending on the situation…
Add to that his higher than usual need for validation, investment, and feedback due to his insecurity and unfortunately he’s easily the most emotionally draining person in the House...
It took some time to explain to Levi what an empath was and that their desired space wasn’t because there was something wrong with him or anything, they just needed breaks. Thankfully, being an introvert himself meant that Levi understood this a lot quicker than Mammon.
In truth, being with Levi could be fun and rewarding for both parties. During his high points, his happiness truly does shine like no other, just… don’t overdo it.
Satan
In the beginning, Satan was honestly pretty impressed how quickly the exchange student saw through his fake smiles. They’d know that there was no actual joy behind them and thus avoided him for the most part.
This was before they formed their pact so he was perfectly fine with that. Let them hide, that’s the smart idea.
But after getting to know them and going through the body-switch, he started to see that it was deeper than just some good intuition on their part. Something about them… reflected the people around them...
They appeared to be acutely aware of the emotion in a given person or a given room and reacted like they were soaking in the atmosphere they found themselves in. Taking it into themselves…
It truly confused him.
Satan is the picture of emotional control, it’s been taught to him again and again to always keep a good handle on himself because things go flying when he doesn’t. The idea of being so open to others just didn’t make much sense to him…
Why would anyone want to live so dependent on the emotions of others? It sounded chaotic just to hear about it...
But after he opened up to them about his own inner doubts he started to think it wasn’t such a bad thing. They appeared to be equipped to help him navigate his own emotions, especially the new ones he didn’t have the best grasp on yet.
He later did his own research into human emotions, discovered empaths, and that put it all into perspective. Like Lucifer, he did his best not to overwhelm them after that but there was little worry about that anyway. Satan is, again, emotional control at its finest.
Asmodeus
Oh, Asmo picked up on their human’s little quirk relatively quickly compared to his brothers. Being emotionally observant is just part of what makes him so good at what he does.
Honestly, he enjoyed just watching them from afar… Watching the way their eyes lit up when talking to a cheerful Simeon or how huffy and frustrated they’d get along with Mammon when things weren’t going his way. It was cute to him, like a child playing “Pretend.”
Eventually, though, he started to notice that it went a lot deeper than mere imitation...
One day, Levi came home distraught about the tragic death of some voice actor he fancied and the MC was right along with him, crying as if that loss was theirs...
On another, Satan had spent the whole day silently fuming and the MC was a complete wreck, tense and on-edge for no other reason than the feeling of aggression in the air…
And crowds… crowded rooms seemed to be the death of them. So much noise and constant input, they’d have to leave so quickly…
Asmo saw all these things himself, without having to be told, and he became a refuge for them when things became too much. He has a big personality himself, but he could tone it down for a time and offer them a place away for a while.
If school, parties, or the brothers themselves just became too much, the MC could always go to Asmo’s room to vent like they let everybody else to with them. He’d keep the place quiet and calm and just help them sort things out...
Thank their father for Asmo’s observance.
Beelzebub
Legit the calmest, sweetest, nicest person to be around. Truly the best companion for an empathic MC to have.
Beel’s personality is positive, sweet, and (most importantly) stable. He’s not too bombastic nor too withdrawn, he’s not riddled with hidden stress or self-loathing, and he’s not even manipulative in any way, he’s just… Beel.
Am I saying that Beel is the MC’s emotional support demon? Yes. Yes I am.
Being around Beel is like hooking them up to a walking battery recharging station. Something about him just exudes warmth and comfort… They could be wrapped up in his arms for days and never say a word yet still be perfectly content...
Beel doesn't really mind them coming to him when distressed either because he likes being able to help them when they’re feeling drained. It makes him feel kind of special, they don’t seem to go to anyone else in quite the same way.
Usually, one of his brothers will be in a bad mood and the human will flock to Beel like a protective barrier. They'll hug him or trail along behind him like a lost puppy, which he thinks is very cute.
If they’re feeling really out of it, he’d carry them around on his back while they rest like he does for Belphie sometimes. Any time his brothers try to get too close to them or look like they’re going to bother them, he’ll just carry them away to some place quieter.
Though, the MC did pick up the deep sadness he felt for Lilith and Belphie (while he was gone) from time to time.... Which, considering how kind and comforting he usually is, just makes that dip in mood all the more painful and distressing for them. Poor baby…
Belphegor
Belphie is another calm personality to have around, kind of similar to Beel, but since he's more prone to sadness and irritability he doesn't make the best companion…
If Beel is comfort, then Belphie is repose. Relaxed and peaceful, but also languid and sluggish… When Beel isn't around, then he makes a decent second, but only on good days.
Belphie has a mixed opinion on their uncanny ability to pick up on his feelings… He tries his best to be “mysterious” so having someone who can read him like a book gets under his skin just a little…
But he also really likes how much it helps them get to know him and understand where he’s coming from (being the youngest, he isn’t as used to being heard by anybody other than Beel). So, he’s very conflicted…
It didn’t help at all when it came to light that the MC could legitimately tell that he felt very hostile and angry towards them while he was still in the attic. When he asked why they helped him anyway, they told him so that they could make Beel happy again, regardless of how he felt about them which... ouch...
As if he could feel any worse about that particular incident… They could feel how guilty he was about that… right?
Even if they can’t he makes sure that they know that he’s sorry and he won’t do it again. Probably the lil’shit.
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『 As your boyfriend | FKBU Headcanons 』
Characters: female!reader, Kambe Daisuke, Kato Haru
Tags/warnings: Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited (anime), 18+, strong sexual references, fluff, angst, Haru's PTSD, headcanons, daddy kink and cockwarming (kind of?) for Daisuke, breeding kink for Haru *coughing intensifies*
⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️
A/N: Felt like writing some more for these boys because ~holy shit~ do I love them, and I maybe went a teensy bit overboard. Oopsie! 🤭 But anyway, have y'all seen episode 6?! Let's freaking gooo! (No spoilers, don't worry) Thanks for reading! Enjoy! Imo~
Kambe Daisuke
First up: daddy kink. I know it, you know it, we all know it. So let's not beat about the bush
Quite dominant and firm with you (see: daddy kink)
But he absolutely loves spoiling you
Expensive gifts, like one-of-a-kind necklaces, seductive perfumes, satin dresses, lace underwear, etc.
He loves dressing you up and showing you off
But he also loves spoiling you in bed more like ruining, I am deceased
A lot of butt grabbing in public hnng
He likes it when you don't wear any underwear because it makes for easier quickies like bent over the sink in the bathroom at his favourite club
He likes you sitting on his lap in front of people, too aye papi
American gangster vibes, honestly
He's not really one for soppy, romantic PDA, but he loves you letting people know that it's him you want and nobody else
He loves the look on people's faces when you call him 'daddy' that grin will be the death of me
Especially the look on Haru's face, lmao. He blushed like a tomato and couldn't speak a coherent sentence for a whole hour
Hickeys. Lots and lots of hickeys. And don't even think about covering them up
Daisuke loves sleeping naked and has a habit of walking around the house in just a towel when he gets out the shower fight me
He's also completely oblivious to what it does to you
A MASSIVE bed with super soft, satiny sheets. They feel like clouds uwu
He gets HEUSC to remind him of important dates, like birthdays, anniversaries, etc.
Date Ideas: Unlimited sorry, not sorry
From fancy restaurants, to exclusive movie premieres, to late night helicopter rides to the other side of the country, Daisuke can and will pay for anything if it makes you happy
He also lets you introduce him to lots of new things, like trying different kinds of street food on dates, going rowing on the pond in the park, having a go at karaoke, renting bikes and cycling round the city, going hiking at the nearest nature reserve or wilderness, etc. adorable
He's like a curious kitten when he's trying new things, putting a lot of trust in you to guide him through it
He always looks perfect in the photos you snap, even the ones he wasn't aware you were taking, and it's a lowkey frustrating that he nearly always looks prettier than you
But it's not his fault, so you'll only pout for a little while
His face is pretty hard to read most of the time, but you eventually get used to it and pick up on all his little mood indicators
His ears move when he's happy, and you can't convince me otherwise
He'll hold your heels for you when your feet hurt on a night out
He smells of leather and sandalwood, and his kisses taste of expensive whisky and cigars
He loves it when you bite his lower lip while making out
He's kind of possessive, but in a protective way
He never thought of himself as a particularly jealous person, until one night he came back to the bar and saw some other guy hitting on you the attention was definitely unwanted on your side
It made his blood boil – clenched fists, piercing glare if looks could kill
But he managed to stay calm and maturely tell the guy to get lost, with his arm snaking round your waist
Daisuke made it very clear that it wasn't you he didn't trust. It was that he didn't trust that guy – or any guy, for that matter
His favourite ~position~ is on a table or other surface with your legs over his shoulders
He's a god at eating you out
He's a god at everything in the bedroom, tbh
Saint Laurent condoms, because he's that fucking extra I'm screaming
His hair always falls out of place when you're fucking it's so hot and cute, wtf
It's a lot of glitz and glamour on the surface, but when it's just the two of you, you know just how much you mean to him
The King of Aftercare™
He used to suck at aftercare until he properly tried it. Then he realised that he needed it as much as you did le cry
Back rubs, forehead kisses, playing with your hair, soft whispers in your ear
He holds you so tightly that it gets hard to breathe, and you can feel his heart beating hard against your back
Sometimes he likes to just stay inside you after finishing
He enjoys the feeling of you around him, and honestly, you like just feeling him being inside you cockwarming, kind of?
Soft little nuzzles with his nose in his sleep even better when he's fallen asleep while still inside you
He's not perfect, but being with you makes him try to be better
Help, my heart's so full 🤧
Kato Haru
This man is a sweetie pie, honestly
Not just boyfriend material, but husband material put a ring on it, hun
Lots of home cooking, and it all tastes so good you honestly believe he could just quit being a cop and open up a restaurant
He loves cooking with you, too. It's fun bonding time
Sometimes he stands behind you and guides your hands etc. it sometimes goes a little further, if ya know what I'm saying 👀
Knows how to do all the chores and housework, and actually does his share look at my practical hubby
Random pillow fights that turn into cuddle sessions
He talks in his sleep waaahh, so cute
Sometimes it's utter nonsense, like 'Don't let the donuts escape'
Other times, it's things like, 'I love Y/N so much,' or 'Let's have babies,' while he's holding onto you, and you just melt
Spooning. So much spooning
Lots of budget date ideas, like building pillow forts, watching sunsets and stargazing from the balcony, going for hikes and runs together, going for picnics, feeding ducks at the pond, etc.
One time, a duck chased him around the pond because he had the bread, and he had to run for 20 minutes before it gave up thank God for all that cardio
The Master of Flat Pack Furniture™ – because he takes his time and actually reads the instructions
Daisuke had a ™ so Haru needed one too
Takes good care of you on your period and actually knows about different sanitary products
He smells really fresh and clean, like Imperial Leather soap and air-dried laundry as long as he hasn't been on a stakeout, lmao
He loves taking showers with you, but like, actual showers
The first and only time you had shower sex was hot and steamy until:
1. You realised that water does not a good lube make and 2. He slipped and accidentally shoved his dick in your ass instead
You fully passed out, and he was so frantic that he bundled you into the car and drove you straight to the ER you were in just a towel, might I add
You both look back on it now and laugh, but he was genuinely scared
Shower sex = never again
But he loves it when you straddle his lap and start grinding on him bonus points if you kiss his neck and run your hands through his hair
He's a pretty vanilla boy when it comes to sex, preferring positions like missionary and cowgirl, and liking a fairly even balance of power
He got super embarrassed and flustered when he finally mustered up the courage to suggest having car sex
And then even more embarrassed and flustered when you actually ended up doing it
He was blushing so hard the entire time and came really quickly, which only added to his embarrassment but you thought it was cute
He has really sensitive nipples which you use to your advantage
He absolutely loves hates it when you send him nudes or try and sext him while he's at work, because he gets a massive boner and will either have to live with it and probably get laughed at by those goobs in the office, or deal with it in the bathroom, which feels wrong to him on so many levels
Doesn't really stop you sending them though, because whenever you do, he comes home and fucks you really well
One thing that's not vanilla about him is how much he likes cumming inside you breeding kink, welcome to the party. Please take a seat
He didn't tell you about it for the longest time because he was embarrassed about it and was afraid you'd think it was gross or something please cum in me, sir
He was so relieved when you were understanding about it and open to the idea of indulging him
But he genuinely really wants kids some day he'd be a great dad
His PTSD doesn't stop him being a good boyfriend, but he's convinced that it does
Most days he seems okay, like he's over it, even
But sometimes you'll wake up in the middle of the night and find him curled up in the bath, shaking and crying into his knees my poor baby, I can't
Excuse me while I go and cry into my pillow for a while
You're his safety net
When he feels like he's drowning, you keep his head above the water until the waves eventually calm and recede, and he can breathe again
He hates putting so much on your shoulders
But you swear to him that you wouldn't want to be doing anything else, and that you're not going anywhere
This got so angsty, my heart can't take this 😭
© imo-chan-imagines 2020
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But... He died!
this really happened irl.I just finished reading in another life a day ago and I am still sensitive whenever IAL flashes in my mind and idk why the other day while eating a banana i suddenly remember IAL and it made me tear up ; Z ; so can I request a hcs of bois (ur choice) suddenly comforting their s/o because out of the blue they started to sobs while eating somethin' and when asked they answered because they read a vv sad story and still affected by it? tHANK YOU SO MUCH IF U WILL NOTICE DIS- Anon
Pairing: Bokuto x Reader, Tsukishima x Reader
Warnings: Slight language, Assassination Classroom spoilers, The Fault in Our Stars spoilers
A/N: I feel like I’m bad at asks because I go off topic?? But, I loved writing this, anon, please marry me, it was SUCH AN AMAZING ask! LIKE HOW CAN I NOT NOTICE THIS!! Also I never actually ready In Another Life. I don’t plan to??? Like I’m scared of reading it! But, I can tell you the Bokuto x Reader part is from personal experience because I am 𝔀𝓮𝓪𝓴. Anyway I hope you Enjoy. Asks are OPEN.
You had been warned, way before you had decided to watch Assassination Classroom, that you were going to cry at one point, but you didn’t care what’s life without a broken heart?
So, during a long weekend, you built yourself a small fort, snuggling into the covers and started watching
You were emotionally wrecked by the end of it, especially in the last episode. Tears streamed down your face as you watched Koro Sensei turn into small, elegant lights
You stayed in your small bed fort, ignoring every call or text that was sent your way. How could he die. He was such an amazing character.
You thought, stupidly, you would be fine once school started again, too busy on homework and tests to remember the yellow octopus
Oh how wrong you were.
The first incident happened when someone brought up eating octopuses, during lunch, a tear dropped down your cheek as an image of Koro-Sensei flooded your mind.
The second incident happened when someone had mentioned the end of their favorite anime. You sobbed at the thought of not seeing any of the characters anymore.
The third, and final, incident happened in front of your own boyfriend, something you should have thought of twice before doing.
You had walked into the gym, after school. Searching for your boyfriend. Your eyes were red and puffy from the numerous amounts of breakdowns that had occurred.
Your lips wobbled at the thought. RIP Koro-Sensei
You kept your head down, as you walked into the gym, obviously sad.
It had taken a few minutes for Bokuto, and the rest of the team, to even realize that you had even arrived.
They had quickly surrounded you, encasing you in a small circle as the looked at you. Their eyes widened as you looked up at them tears forming in your eyes.
“Y/N-chan?” Konoha asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, inquiring eyes pierced you as you looked away
“Y/N, baby, what’s wrong” Bokuto asked, bending down slightly as he scooped you into a hug.
“Bokuto” your lips quivered as you clutched his back, pressing your face into the crook of his neck, the slight smell of sweat and mint lingered.
“Bokuto.” you sobbed, tears pooling in his neck, the team lept back in surprise as you had a whole breakdown in front of them
They scattered around, shouting to each other to help you.
“Get her some water.” “Oi, give her your jacket” “Do you want to buy some ice cream? ”
“Y/N, what’s wrong”Bokuto asked, voice slightly muffled,
“Koro-Sensei is dead” you shouted, as the entirety of the gym froze giving you an odd look.
“Who?” Bokuto leaned back from you tilting his head in confusion, “Koro-sensei.”
You let out another sob, giving a frantic nod.
“He’s dead!” you cried out, fingers digging into his back. Bokuto felt tears forming in his eyes as he watched you bawl.
“He’s dead!”he whispered, before turning around to his teammates, who gave them an odd look, “Guys, he’s dead!”
He brought you in, sobbing into your hair as you sobbed into his chest.
“He’s dead.” you simultaneously bawled
The team looked at you both, deadpan and slightly disappointed.
“Petition to get a new Captain.” The vote was unanimous.
He warned, quite a few times, to not read The Fault in our Stars. He told you, so many goddamn times, you would cry.
And cry you did. Reading the book, just to piss him off. Nobody gonna tell me what to do
Tears had formed, blurring your vision as you closed the book. You bit your lip to stop the heart-wrenching sob that threatened to come out.
You never expected that. Not that.
The only thoughts in your mind was the death of Augustus Waters. He was dead.
Your lips were forced apart, as the trembling increased, taking in a deep breath before you let out a sob.
It was loud and forceful, rasping your throat as more continued to come
Drops of tears fell, promptly on your book. You were sure Kei was going to kill you for even letting anything happen to his book, but you were too heart-broken to care.
You took a deep breath as you chucked the book onto your head, watching as it landed with a small plop
I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. She didn’t know who she was mad at. But, you were mad. Mad at him for dying. Mad at yourself for reading it. And mad at Kei for letting you read it.
You gritted her teeth, tears falling loosely, as you swiped your phone from the near table, quickly unlocking it
A few text messages from friends and two from Kei. You scowled.
You went into his contacts and blocked him, proud of yourself for giving him some his own medicine.
You turned out the nights, closing your shutters, as you snuggled into bed, ignoring the very tiny rip in your heart from the book. You stupid person
He spammed you through friends, making them send his own stupid collection of reaction memes. Tell me this boy doesn’t have rude reacts on his phone You gritted your teeth, as you turned your notifications off, shoving your phone back in your pocket
“And he got sick” you whirled around, hearing part of a conversation. Your heart raced as you stared. They looked at you, weirded out. You blushed, mumbling a small apology as you walked away. Oh god what was that. That’s heartbreak. That’s the tweet.
You found yourself more attentive as you walked down the hallways of Karasuno High. For two reasons.
One to stay away from your boyfriend, who you caught waiting for you by your locker
And second, well, you felt yourself on the verge of tears, every second of the day.
To the point where you almost bawled in the middle of your science class.
“Class, today we’ll be talking about the mutation of cells.” You felt your breath hitch at that.
“Can anyone tell me the name—” A hand stretched out, as someone blurted the answer, “Cancer.” The teacher furrowed her eyebrows, mocking an angry look.
“Correct, but wait for me you pick on you first.” The class laughed, as the student eyed the teacher sheepishly. That student was not me. No wrong Mushroom.
But you. You couldn’t care less about that student. Your ears were blurry as you bent over your desk.
Cancer that’s what he died by. You choked on your sob as it caught in your throat. Earning her, some odd glances from the people around her.
Shit. Tears were so close to pouring out. It do be like that sometimes
You raised you hand, surprising the class and the teacher
“May I please use the restroom” you croaked out, standing up and motioning to leave the classroom before anyone could stop you.
You walked, almost running, away from the classroom, trying very hard to hide the sobs that you wanted to release.
“Y/N.” a gruff voice made you stop in your tracks as blonde hair peeked into your sight
“Tsukki?” you questioned, your voice cracked as you looked at him. He was panting, slightly, as he glared at you. But, you could see the anxiousness in his eyes.
“Y/N, what the—”
“Kei,” you sobbed, throwing your arms over his neck, “Kei.”
He backed away, surprised at first, but soon rested his hands on your waist pulling you towards him.
“I hate you.” you hissed, tears pouring down your cheeks as you looked up at him, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you. I hate—”
He slammed a kiss onto your mouth, eager to shut you up I wanna be shut up now
“You read the book didn’t you.” he smirked, as you glared at him in all your anger
“I told you—”
“Shut up you useless excuse of a dinosaur.” you snapped, burrowing your face into his chest.
He smiled, stroking your hair as you sobbed into his chest, murmuring small phrases as you blabbered to him
“Ms. Y/N may I ask what you and Mr. Tsukishima are doing in the hallway?” Oh good Lord, you were screwed.
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Backyard Boy (Gottrosenali) - Pinkgrapefruit
a/n -
special thanks to the druk discord for both their help with gottrosenali as a whole and the enby central station for their invaluable help in my portrayal of a trans character. also thanks to frey for her infinite wisdom when it comes to grammar.
i really hope you like it so please let me know how you feel!!!
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Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy
Drive me ‘round the block
We can go in a loop
And we’ll turn the volume up on some
Good boy band tunes
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Mik leans forward, head bumping against one of the front seats as he attempts to grab Denali’s phone from the cup holder. She doesn’t notice, too focused on navigating towards the Mcdonald’s, but Rosé does, and she slaps his hand like a small child.
“I love you baby boy, but I’d rather Nali drive us into a wall before I let you play Gaga one more time.” She sounds grumpy, but Mik can search out the soft undertone and he rubs a thumb over her hand before he leans back. He sighs in relief, twisting a little to try and release some of the pressure from his binder before he sits back.
“God, someone needs to get some food into you,” he jokes and he watches as Denali places her hand on Rosé’s thigh - the pink-haired girl has always been the worst for being hangry.
It’s their lunch break, and they’ve escaped into town to get a McDonald’s before they have to sit through another hour of school. There isn’t a lesson they share between the three of them, so they relish in this time together.
“Drive-thru or eat in?” Denali calls out, her volume always a little too loud for the tiny Volkswagen she drives.
“Uh,” Mik replies, “I’m paying and I need a wee, so I reckon we go inside and then eat in the car.”
Rosé grunts, and he sees Denali’s thumb slide over her tights before she sighs. “You know I hate it when we eat in here,” she moans, but then she catches his eye and rolls her own. “But sure.”
Mik pumps his fist in triumph and, once they’re parked up, makes sure to give Denali a quick peck on the forehead before intertwining his fingers with Rosé’s. Denali wipes the Carmex off her forehead with an affectionate scowl, patting his ass in return before skipping ahead to open the door.
“My loves,” she bows her head, waving her hand in a comically large gesture that makes even Rosé crack a smile.
“Chivalry ain’t dead. He hears her mutter under her breath, and he laughs in response, loving the way her eyes brighten up when he does.
He orders for them, Rosé in too much of a grump to avoid yelling at the poor cashiers, and Nali with just a little too much anxiety. He notes down the orders on his phone like a good boyfriend and then relays them perfectly, adding on a bag of mozzarella sticks because he knows Rosé will try and steal his.
"Ladies,” he bows as he holds out the brown paper bag, and Rosé loops a hand through his arm. He loves it when she allows herself to be clingy, and Denali does too, so they let her whenever she feels it - even if it means having to guide a dead weight back to the car.
She sighs and flutters her eyes open when she’s back into the passenger seat before snorting a chuckle that makes Denali do a double-take from the fries she’d been devouring.
She points hazily at the paper bag. “Mik-Donalds-” she jokes.
“Fuck,” Mik says, leaning forward again from the back seat to drop a peck on Rosé’s cheek. “God, I love you.”
Denali places a palm on his cheek while he’s still leaning forward. “Same,” she sighs. “Same.
*
I can feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I’m not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared
My heart is on wings
I’m living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing
*
He lets his back hit the locker with a clang, double-checking the number because even after a year and a bit of dating he’s still never quite sure which locker belongs to Rosé. Luckily, he’s proven to be correct when Denali skips over to him, slipping her hand into his and leaning her head on his arm with a deep sigh.
"Spanish not doing it for you?” he jokes, tilting his head so it rests on top of hers, watching the rest of the students trail out of the class.
“Not last period,” she sighs, rubbing her temple with her index finger. “I’m getting a headache I swear.” She angles her head to check Mik’s watch and clicks her tongue. “Where’s Rosie,” she whines, much to Mik’s amusement.
“Rehearsals will be running late,” he tells her, enjoying the way she’s curling further into his side as the bell chimes loudly above them.
She harrumphs, mewling even more as he pulls away from her side, placing his rucksack on the ground and rummaging around for the painkillers he tends to keep. He finds them, and hands them to her alongside a bottle of water that she grasps quickly, swallowing the pills with a happy sigh. When he stands, he lets her fall back under his arm and he traces patterns on her back, muttering about his senior textiles project while she butts in with questions.
As the 3:15 bell chimes, they watch the last dregs of students trail out of the door, and Mik starts to suck at his teeth in frustration. He knows he’s done the same thing when engrossed in a project, eyes only focusing on the way the needle goes through the fabric, but he can’t bring himself not to be irritated when Rosé hasn’t even texted.
“Ah, the prophetic daughter returns,” Denali mocks from in his shirt, pulling him out of his thoughts and making him turn towards the theatre department where Rosé is jogging casually down the hall.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry!” she calls, sliding slightly as her worn converse lack grip on school linoleum. She comes to a halt, hands on his bare arms, lips pressed against his cheek in a chaste peck. She does the same to Denali in apology, and although the girl still looks grumpy, there’s a flicker of warmth in her eyes.
“You’re driving home,” she says bluntly, handing over her keys with a scowl before turning to the door, and Rosé looks at Mik questioningly.
“Headache,” he tells her, and she nods knowingly.
“Migraine?”
“Not yet.” She sighs, shaking the keys in her hand to elicit a pleasant jingle, but Mik notices how it makes Denali wince. “Soon,” he amends before jogging to catch up to her - knowing the sun will do little to improve her mood.
“Sleepover it is,” Rosé sighs to herself, unlocking the car from a distance and watching as he helps Denali into the passenger seat - all too aware that the last time she was in the backseat with a migraine, it went terribly. She smiles, she’s not sure how she got so lucky.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Everything is perfect
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
All our words were worth it
*
Mik’s been going to the gym to cope wth his dysphoria, and it shows in the way his shoulders are getting broader and his muscles more defined. An extra bonus is the way it means he can cradle Denali in his arms, carrying her easily up the stairs. He lets her rest her head in the crook of his neck and relents when she tries to get him into bed with her, curling around her and sending Rosé off to search for Denali’s rescue meds.
She brings a glass of water and a sticky cold patch with her, which she applies gently to Denali’s forehead, coaxing a whimper out of her. They get her to swallow the pill, and then Rosé closes the curtains, padding around quietly before sliding into the bed next to them both.
Neither quite know what they would do if Denali’s migraines made her sensitive to touch as well as light and sound (they’re all too affectionate to try and withhold touch), but they’ve lived through enough of them that they know that with a dose of medication and a few hours in the dark she tends to be good as new.
They’re right, though the attack does relegate them to ordering pizza and eating it in Rosé’s ridiculously large bed (or at least this is the excuse they use on her mum when she looks at them disapprovingly).
Denali presses a kiss to Rosé’s bare shoulder and the pink-haired girl rolls over, placing a hand next to each of her shoulders and hovering above Denali with a wicked grin until Mik pokes his finger into her side and she collapses. Denali lets out a yelp, but she’s giggling while Rosé curses them both for ruining her moment.
“No funny business while Nali’s drugged up,” Mik reminds her gently - a rule they had to put into place after they made the side effects of her meds ten times worse due to some rougher activities.
It’s a situation that they’re not particularly willing to repeat.
Rosé rolls over Denali again until she’s in between them, sighing contentedly when Mik rests his head on her chest. “Movie?” she asks quietly.
“Disney!” Denali suggests, before wincing ever so slightly at the pitch of her own voice. She runs a hand through Mik’s hair and then places her head on Rosé’s other shoulder.
“I’m down for that,” Mik agrees.
“UP?”
“That’s Pixar, god, Rosie, know your animated films.”
“Potato, Potato,” Rosé replies, clicking on the title on Disney+ before tossing the remote to the side.
They don’t mention Rosé crying when Ellie dies.
They fall asleep to the end credits.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Backyard boy, you make me nervous
*
Mik wakes up to aching in his lower abdomen and it sends a shiver of fear down his spine. His boxers feel slightly damp, and he’s grateful that he fell asleep with his head on Rosé’s chest.
He flips the soft comforter over so he can see the sheets, and the sight of the blood makes him more nauseous than his cramps. He weighs his options for a second before gently stroking Denali’s cheek with a sigh.
“Baby,” he says with a quick glance at Rosé’s lit up alarm clock. It’s four am. “Uh, Nali.” Denali lifts her head from Rosé’s shoulder and blinks her eyes expectantly. They’re bleary and she lifts a hand to rub at them before she properly focuses on Mik.
In the dim room, she can see the dark patch on the white bottom sheet and she gently palms his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up love,” she says with an apologetic smile. He nods and watches as she rolls out of the wide double and swiftly locates the pair of period pants he keeps in a hidden pocket of his duffle. She looks between them and a tampon before tossing the tampon onto Rosé’s desk and then hands them to Mik, leaning over to kiss him on the cheek. “Go on, love.” She nods towards the bathroom and he smiles weakly, watching her shake Rosé awake with a gentle hand.
When he gets back, the bedside lamps are on and Rosé is stripping the bed, tossing the spoiled sheets into a pile on the floor. When he looks around for Denali, she stops and walks over to him, palming his chest over his t-shirt and snuggling into him the best she can with the small height difference.
“She’s gone to get the Nurofen and a hot water bottle,” she tells him - voice hoarse from sleep.
“I’m sorry-” Mik starts to say, but Rosé cuts him off with a steady hand on the side of his head.
“You don’t have to apologise for anything Gottlieb,” she asserts firmly. “It’s a natural thing that happens to bodies and you wouldn’t let me or Nali say shit if it were us-”
She looks sternly.
“-would you?” He nods in acquiescence and jumps a little when he feels a warm hand on his upper arm. He smells the coconut shampoo of Nali’s hair before he sees her.
“You wouldn’t let Rosie apologise when she bled on your favourite hoodie,” reminds Denali softly, handing him two tablets and a small tumbler of water before exchanging them for a hot water bottle. He sighs when he tucks it into his abdomen, and they make him sit at Rosé’s desk while they bustle around sorting out new bedsheets.
Rosé’s mum pops her head round the door at one point, causing Mik to flush red, though Denali waves her off. “Don’t worry about this, Mrs McCorkel.” She smiles wearily. “Periods.” She shrugs, and Rosé’s mum laughs, shutting the door with a low thud.
They all crawl back into bed, Rosé insisting on spooning him from behind while he holds Denali close. She presses her lips to the back of his neck, and he can feel her smile into the skin.
“You’re my favourite man, handsome,” she states, warmth in her voice. “I love you.”
He buries his face into Denali’s hair and lets the warmness lull him back to sleep.
*
Dance with me in my backyard, boy
Looking super fine in your corduroy (five, six, seven, eight)
Roll the windows down
Let the base drop low
And everybody’s talking
But I don’t wanna know
*
Denali yelps, pulling back from where she’d been straddling Mik in such a way that makes them both fall off the window seat and tumble onto the floor. Rosé looks over at them and scowls, a highlighter in her hand. She makes an obscene gesture with it and then sets it down.
“Can you two be horndogs literally anywhere else,” she asks, exasperated, and they both fall into giggles.
“I’m sorry!” Denali squeals as Mik runs a hand down her side. “Your boyfriend just gave me carpet burn from his damn moustache.”
Mik looks up, somewhere between awestruck and dazed.
“Maybe it’s retaliation for you giving me rug burn,” Rosé quips with a wink before looking at their boyfriend, who’s doing a perfect meerkat expression. Before she can blink, he’s on his feet and running towards the bathroom, where they hear a sharp squeak of excitement.
She holds a hand out to Denali who pulls her out of her chair, and they let their interlocked fingers swing together as they wander over to follow him.
In the middle of the counter, next to three empty vials of testosterone, is Mik. His eyes wide and unblinking, fingers stretching the skin of his upper lip so he can pinpoint a single pale brown hair.
Denali places a featherlight kiss on his exposed shoulder and then reaches to touch it, pulling back in mock anguish.
“Ouch!” she shouts, and Rosé stifles a giggle at her antics, rubbing a hand on Mik’s back to try and gauge how he’s feeling. He sighs into the touch and his shoulders relax a bit.
“That’s one special little dude you’ve got there, bubs,” she tells him with a look of pride on her face. “I think it needs a name.”
Denali looks at her and shakes her head, but Mik is already nodding slowly. “Jeremy,” he says, voice full of conviction.
“We’re not naming his face pube,” Denali fights back, hoisting herself up onto the counter so she can look closer. She ruffles his hair with her fingers and he swats her away.
“Two against one, love,” Rosé points out. “Jeremy the destroyer.”
She leans up and kisses his top lip. “There is now a fourth in this relationship,” she announces smugly, raising an eyebrow at Denali, who holds her hands up. Mik looks between the two of them in amusement.
“I’m not going to kiss the face pube-”
“He has a name,” Rosé cuts her off with a grin.
“I’m not going to kiss Jeremy the destroyer,” Denali responds petulantly, throwing a slightly damp flannel at her from beside the sink.
“Do you not support your boyfriend?” Rosé catches it and tries to throw it back, but Mik grabs it out of the air, holding onto it so he doesn’t get one in the face.
“Rosie McCorkel, you little bitch.”
Mik watches them, dismayed, but incredibly entertained. “Fucking lesbians,” he mutters under his breath, still smiling.
*
Feel the fresh air
I can feel your eyes stare
And I’m not gonna lie
I get a little bit scared
And my heart is on wings
I’m living in dreams
And at the top of our lungs, we sing
*
Denali smiles at him as she slips out of the glass door, wincing a little as her bare feet touch the sun-bleached patio stones. He feels Rosé flick some water at him from her place in the pool, but he flips her off, beckoning to Denali, who does an awkward little hop-scotch across the hot yard until she can slide down next to him on the sun-lounger.
He places a gentle hand on her exposed hip, but she clicks her tongue at him. “Mikkk,” she whines, and he places a kiss on her temple before he slides off the sun lounger and moves down to sit on the edge of the pool.
It’s such a hot day that even the lukewarm water on his legs feels like an ice bath, and he desperately wants to take his baggy shirt off, but the idea of sitting outdoors in a sports bra makes him squirm a little. Rosé’s neighbours could see.
She seems to catch his discomfort and she swims up to him, placing one hand on each of his thighs to hold herself up in the water.
“You’re so short,” he teases gently, but she just hoists herself up, straining her neck to place a wet kiss on his chin. She snorts into it and falls backwards, flailing in the water so he gets covered in a fine spray.
“You need to calm down,” he tells her, hearing Denali chuckle in the background.
“Come and make me,” Rosé replies as she swims further away. She tries to shake her ass at him - skimpy pink bikini bottoms pulled high up onto her hips - but she falls forward, head going under the water again.
“Did she ever learn to swim?” Denali asks between loud slurps of ice-cold lemonade, the book she was reading in the shade long forgotten.
“I really couldn’t tell you.”
He turns back to the pool and sees Rosé sitting on one of the bottom steps, hair ties in hand as she tries to braid her thick, pink hair - her fingers fumbling in an attempt that can only be deemed pitiful. He sighs, moving to sit behind her so his swimming trunks are completely submerged. She leans back into him gratefully, and he takes the hair bobbles willingly, weaving her two french braids.
He’s about to move after he finishes when he hears wet footsteps.
“Don’t run, love!” calls Rosé, paddling next to Mik so she’s leaning on the edge of the pool. Denali just scoffs, skidding on the water until she can dive straight into the deep end of the pool. He winces as she does it, hand reaching out to grip Rosé’s, but they both know that her ice-skater balance will save her. She does a messy front stroke over to her partners, her costume glittering in all of its tacky-mermaid glory.
Denali slides between his legs and tips her head back for a kiss, pouting until he gives her a chaste kiss, and then indulging Rosé, who scrunches her nose at the momentary lack of affection.
Mik sighs, pulling Denali’s long hair out of the messy bun it’s in and separating it into two. “Thank you, Mik, we love you, Mik, you’re the best boyfriend ever, Mik,” he moans, letting his fingers slide through her hair like silk.
Rosé tries to hide her laughter in a cough.
It doesn’t work.
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Everything is perfect
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
All our words were worth it
*
The euphoria he feels with a pride flag wrapped around his shoulders, billowing behind him like a cape, is unreal. He feels like he could fly if he wasn’t holding hands with Denali, who’s keeping him firmly grounded, and he’s making sure she doesn’t run off and get lost while Rosé has gone to find drinks.
Luckily, they see her before she sees them - Mik is a full head taller than Denali in his platform combat boots and can just about see over the crowd, so he spots the glitter down Rosé’s parting. She’s carrying three plastic cups with straws, and she’s trailed by a sapphic pride flag that’s looped through her belt loops, so it surrounds her denim cut-offs like a skirt.
They’d had a long conversation about the flag - she and Mik sat on the porch with coffee in hand. She’d bought it before they got together and she’s right when she says it looks pretty with her hair - the shades of pink all muddling together until she looks like a ball of cotton candy. He’d smiled and taken her hand in his, pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her hair that still smelled of sleep and Denali’s perfume.
“I know you think of me as a man,” he’d said, feeling her squeeze his hand in acknowledgement, “and I know you like women.”
“I just don’t want you to feel left out,” she’d said, poking her tongue into her coffee to check its temperature before taking a long sip. Denali padded out onto the porch, bare feet on the wooden slats. She was wrapped in a tartan blanket and she sat down next to Mik with a huff, laying her head on his shoulder and closing her eyes.
“I’ll survive not being the centre of your attention babe,” he’d joked. And that had been it.
It was the right thing to say because she looks radiant in the sun, and he takes the cold peach lemonade gratefully, handing off Nali-watch to Rosé as he adjusts his trans flag in a shop window.
He re-ties Denali’s bi flag while he’s at it, looping it through the straps of her dungarees so it won’t come loose in the crowd. She turns around and smiles gratefully, placing a soft hand on his barely-there stubble.
Rosé called them disgusting when she first saw them this morning, side by side in their matching crop tops and dungaree shorts. He’s got his own over a nude binder, and it’s the closest he’s ever felt to being shirtless, even with the way his chest is sweating in the summer heat. He knows Rosé’s rucksack has a spare top and bra for him - it’s a part of the reason why he loves her.
“All good?” Rosé asks, adjusting one of the pins in Denali’s flower crown (pink, blue and white) out of habit. She presses a quick kiss to the tip of Denali’s nose and then checks her braids in the shop window too.
“Am I still on Nali-watch?” Mik asks, half-joking and offering his arm for her to take, to which Denali laughs and waves her hand.
“I can get places myself, guys,” she giggles.
“You absolutely cannot,” Mik tells her, raking his hand through his sweaty curls.
“Not if we wanna get there on time,” chimes in Rosé, taking Denali’s hand and swinging it between them. “Now, come on!”
*
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
Dancing around like a clown at the circus
Da da da da da da
Da da da da da da
*
“We have a present for you,” Denali tells him, watching him comb hair gel through his curls in an attempt to tame them before he puts his graduation cap on. He smiles, watching her in the mirror as she curls the back of Rosé’s hair with deft fingers. Rosé flicks her eyes up from the eyeshadow palette she’s looking at, a small smirk playing on her lips, and she goes to say something, but then she stops herself.
“Well, now I’m excited,” he tells them, placing his tie loosely around his neck and leaning back against the countertop, watching them adoringly.
It’s moments like this that he just can’t believe his luck - how he’s got two beautiful women to call his own. Denali is a vision in lilac - a fitted bodice moving into a flared skirt that reminds him of the skating videos her mum showed him at Christmas. Her newly bleached hair is in a braid over her shoulder, and the loose baby hairs that just won’t submit to hair spray make him want to tuck them gently behind her ear.
Rosé resolutely told them she wanted them to die for her, and she’s really trying in a pink, bardot dress that shows too much cleavage to be appropriate for graduation. He supposes she wants to go out with a bang, and he’s not complaining, but he might need a moment before they leave just to collect himself.
“You look flustered,” smirks Rosé with one eyebrow quirked. It pulls him out of his throughs, and he flushes a darker shade of red at the comment.
“Stop teasing him,” Denali tells her, moving to put on some lip gloss before he can steal one last kiss. “I wanna get onto the surprise.”
“Impatient baby,” Mik jokes to get the heat off himself, and she bats a blush brush at him. He’s about to respond when Rosé places a hand on his cheek, guiding his body around so she can fasten his navy blue tie.
“Be good,” she tells him with a tap on the nose. “Now stay here for a second.”
He waits quietly in the bathroom while his girlfriends hurry off, coming back after a few minutes with an envelope and a tentative look on both of their faces. Denali hangs back, leaning against the doorframe with a crinkled nose while Rosé moves forward and holds out the envelope. She waves it at him and he takes it, feeling its weight in his hands. It’s light, but there’s something about it. He can’t figure out what it is.
He shoves a makeup brush under the seal and rips it across, drawing a snigger out of Denali, and Rosé rolls her eyes at them, holding out her hand for her makeup brush because she doesn’t trust him with it.
He holds it out of apprehension and he hears someone click their tongue at him with impatience.
Slowly, Mik pulls out a single sheet of paper and his breath hitches.
“No,” he exhales, feeling his tailbone hit the edge of the countertop in a way he knows will hurt later. He blinks a couple of times and the envelope falls out of his hands, grabbed by Denali who swoops in, placing a warm palm on his upper arm.
“Yes,” replies Rosé, a smile in her voice.
It’s a GoFundMe receipt printed on flimsy copy paper totalling just over $5000. He doesn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“The whole year pitched in - the school really,” Denali murmurs, her hand on him a grounding presence that keeps him tethered to this reality.
“I don’t know what to say.” He’s being totally honest, voice shaking under the weight of his emotions. It’s everything he’s ever wanted and he’d resigned himself to another four or five years without that. “It’s freedom.”
“You deserve it, love,” Rosé tells him, her smile softer than he’s seen in a while - softer than she tends to go without Denali pouting at her.
Denali reaches up and swipes the pad of her thumb under his eye to catch the tears he didn’t know were falling before straightening his tie and placing a firm hand on his chest.
“Come on handsome,” she tells him, taking a deep breath. “Let’s go.”
*
Backyard boy, you make me nervous
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Things I wish I had been told/asked by adults as a multiply-neurodivergent kid/teen*:
I can see you really enjoy/love xyz...what is it that you like about it?
In (x number of days) we will be going to (insert new place/experience involving me here)...here is what will be happening, and when, and how, and why. Do you have any questions about any of this? What do you need in order for this to be easier for you?
If it bothers you, it bothers you. I believe you when you say something is frightening, painful or uncomfortable.
You don’t have to try (insert new food here) if you really don’t want to- only when you’re ready. In the meantime, there’s plenty of your safe foods for you to eat.
It is not your fault that you got sick-not even if you ate too many sweets because you enjoy the gustatory input/you have a hard time identifying when you’re full, or you didn’t wear your coat outside because you have difficulty registering temperature changes/don’t like the way certain clothes feel. We (your parents/caregivers) will help you feel better and love you through this.
It’s okay to cry/feel sad/scared/angry. Crying/being outwardly upset lets me know something is wrong, so I can help you.
I’m really glad you felt safe enough to tell me that (xyz person) makes you feel sad, mad, or uncomfortable. It’s not okay that they make you feel that way, and you didn’t do anything to deserve it. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again.
If you’re hungry, eat.
You are allowed to say no.
You don’t have to be hugged/kissed/tickled/noogied/playfully punched in the shoulder by relatives (or anyone) if you don’t want to be, and it’s okay to say so.
It’s okay to tell (xyz relative) that you don’t like to be teased.
Would it help if we set up a safe sensory area/a punching bag in the garage for you to make use of when you’re overloaded/melting down, so you don’t have to self-harm?
What do you need/what would make this easier/how can I help? (I know I listed a version of this earlier, but I feel like this question and it’s variants really can’t be asked enough)
It isn’t/wasn’t your fault.
I know that all behavior is communication.
I know that meltdowns/sensory overloads are not tantrums or things you do “at” me.
I’m really glad you have a comfort item/stim toy that helps you feel safe and calm. Nobody is allowed to take it from you, or change it in any way, and you don’t have to share it if you don’t want to.
I’m so sorry you misplaced your comfort item/stim toy-that must be so hard, and it’s okay to be upset. I’ll help you look for it.
No one will think badly of you if decide to do/not do xyz
I’m so glad I got to spend time/talk with you today.
This is a grownup problem-you can’t change or fix it, and we won’t drag you into the middle of it. Just enjoy being a kid.
Your interests are NOT bad/inappropriate/cringy/weird/childish/boring etc
The concept of “age appropriate/age-inappropriate” is complete bullish!t.
If there’s something I’m doing/saying that’s upsetting you, I really want to know about it so I can make changes.
Just as a heads-up, I’m about to run the vacuum cleaner/crush this soda can/run the garbage disposal, etc. (as a courtesy so someone w/ sensory issues can cover their ears/put headphones on)
I saw (something related to hyperfixation/interests) today and thought of you!
I love you unconditionally-you are irreplaceable.
Thank you for being patient/flexible.
I found a backup(s) of your favorite book/plushie/stim toy/comfort item, just in case!
I know you love your gourd/pumpkin with a cute face painted on it that we got at the grocery store last Halloween-it *is* awfully cute! But sweetie, it’s been a month, and it’s getting too yucky to stay in the house. Why don’t we put it outside where you can still visit it whenever you want?
You are NOT spoiled/immature/self-indulgent/overly sensitive/difficult, and anyone who says that you are is wrong.
You can read a book in bed or do some other quiet activity if you have trouble falling asleep right away.
You can tell me the truth, I won’t be mad.
I know you don’t chew on pencil erasers/plastic toys/backpack straps/hoodie strings/shirt collars to be gross, or because you’re a “baby”- you need a specific kind of sensory input. Let’s find you some chewelry that you like!
Aw, those are some cute stuffed animals you brought home from the flea market/Disney Store/bookstore! What are their names?
If a certain type of therapy makes you feel unsafe or like you’ll never be good enough, you don’t have to go anymore.
I’m sorry/I was wrong/I made a mistake/I messed up...how can I make things better?
You don’t have to wear “fancy” clothes if they itch/scratch/scrape/poke/tickle/bind...dress in a way that makes you feel comfortable.
I am interested in you.
I am always here for you.
I’m on your side.
I want to hear what you have to say.
Your wants and needs matter.
You are allowed to exist and take up space.
You are not “too much.”
Whatever the problem is, we’ll find a way to solve it (to be fair, I *did* get told this when I was a kid, just not as often as I needed to)
You don’t need to suffer just so everyone else can be happy/comfortable...you matter too.
Go ahead and infodump to me!
You are allowed to stim.
You are allowed to like things.
You are SO much more important to me than any material possession.
I’ll put my phone/device away so I can give you my undivided attention.
You can draw during class if you need to-I love seeing your little cartoons in the margins of the worksheets you turn in!
It’s okay to fail and make mistakes-there are some things you just can’t get right the first time.
If you are tired, go ahead and take a nap.
Take some time to relax/have a snack/sleep before telling me about your day/getting started on your homework.
How smart you are/how hard you work/how good you are at learning/your worth as a human being is not determined by what grades you make in school.
...and I think that pretty much covers it! Please feel free to reblog with your own! 😃
*= I intentionally titled this “things *I* wish I’d been told” and invited others to add on b/c I know everyone’s experiences are different, and the last thing I want to do is presume to speak for everyone-although if it still comes off like I am, I do apologize.
#adhd#neurodivergence#neurodiversity#parents mention#food mention#eating mention#school mention#ableism#abuse#long post#disability#anxiety#depression#mental health#self injury#autism#ask to tag
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Soft!Dallas Headcanons
(Is this a little ooc? Yes. Am I also a slut for Soft!Dallas? 110% also yes.)
(Not my GIF)
Tags: @lastluvbug @disasterinadress97
General:
Dallas would never admit it but he has separation anxiety
It's always why he stays at Bucks because he knows he's not alone and also why he's always at the Curtis'
He's also got PTSD from New York
Certain gunshots trigger memories in him
We all know the boy is touch starved let's be honest
He's subtle about it though like him always swinging his arm around Johnny and/or touching shoulders with Ponyboy or anyone of the gang
He loves the feeling of someone running their fingers through his hair
He really enjoys cuddles
Doesn't really matter what kind they are he just wants someone to hold him and make him feel okay
Always has his shirt tucked in as a habit because back in New York a lot of people would touch up on him
When he's nervous or on the verge of a breakdown he either starts bouncing his legs non-stop or starts scratching at his arms
Will also play with his ring if he has it on
When he's stressed out and doesn't want to bother the gang or anybody else he'll usually go to the lot and watch the clouds go by if it's nice whether
But when it rains he'll usually be up in his room at Buck's and watch from his window as it passes by (same goes when it's snowing)
He may like rain but he's scared of thunderstorms
Whenever he hears thunder he either puts his knees to his chest and bury his head in his legs or cover his ears or both
When that happens at the Curtis' one of the guys rub his back and pull him close to them until it's over
One of the things he's also afraid of is the dark since his whole life has been consumed by it
If the power goes out when he's alone he grabs a pillow and imagines one of the gang or someone so it doesn't seem like he's alone
If the power goes out when he's at the Curtis' he'll grab someone's arm or hide his face in their shoulders
Can make bombass cupcakes and cookies but no one has ever tried them except for Tim
He actually really likes jazz because it reminds him of a simpler time in his life
Dallas doesn't really like big parties because the amount of loud shouting reminds him of back in New York when either the police would shoot at random gang members or something else
HE'S EMOTIONALLY UNSTABLE AND WE ALL KNOW IT
Dallas was close to Mrs. Curtis because she was the only women in his life that represented a motherly figure to him
But when he heard the news about the crash he locked himself up in his room silently crying and never left the room the gang or anyone for that matter saw him for at least two weeks
(The only time anyone saw him in between those two weeks was at Mr. and Mrs. Curtis' fun
NSFW:
He's the type to talk big but is actually really shy in bed
Some people thinks he's the bratty sub type but really he gets flustered so easily
He's packing a 5 ½ to 6 Inches let's be honest here
He's not good with words in bed so if he wants something he'll stutter it out or whisper/mutter it under his breath
He feels so vulnerable laid out naked for the person on the bed
He wants to feel he's validated enough to know that he's loved by the person
He won't say it to anyone but he loves the feeling of being filled with cum
His nipples are sensitive as fuck
Like if someone only played with them he'd orgasm in less then four minutes
D A D D Y K I N K
H U M I L I A T I O N K I N K
O R G A S M C O N T R O L
He's actually really vocal during sex but would muffle his sounds with a pillow or cover his mouth with his hand or bite down on his lips
He whimpers
A lot
If he's feeling special then he'll put on a little show whether that's him strip teasing or touching himself for someone
If he's having a one night stand he prefers to be on his stomach/or hand and knees but if he's in a relationship then he prefers to be on his back so he can look at them and feel comfortable and safe
Hickeys are a huge fuck yes because they remind him who he belongs to and shows people not to try and hook up with him
Another one night stand vs. An actual relationship is that he usually has a cigarette after having sex but if he's in a relationship then he doesn't need one since he already feels content
Aftercare is a huge part for him
He loves getting pampered and cared for because it's the only time he feels like he doesn't have to act so tough and can relax and let his walls down
FYI he's capable of doing grabby hands just so y'all know
In A Relationship:
He's with the person 24/7
Will low key freak out if he doesn't know where they are and where they went
He's afraid of them finding someone better than him because he feels like he's not good enough for the other person
Is a little possessive overprotective of the person
If he gets sent to jail he'll give the person his necklace until he's out
He'll also grab something from the person so it doesn't feel like he's completely alone in there
He won't show it but when him and the person are talking through the glass his eyes are filled with loneliness and desperation
Once he's out he's not leaving their side
Will beat the shit out of anyone who talks shit about his person in a god damn heart beat
He used to be in an abusive relationship so he doesn't let down his walls all the way
If he did something wrong he's always expecting for the worse but then he has to remind himself that they aren't his ex
If him and the person are arguing and they lift up their arm to make a gesture or whatever he will flinch away from them
If they try and leave the bed he'll cling to them like his life depended on it
E X T R A clingy when drunk
He never said I love you so when he said it to the person for the first time he was a stuttering mess
DD/LB: (If you don't like this please don't bitch about it or just simply skip this part)
His headspace is between 4 to 5 years old
Loves when his caregivers call him pet names
Baby boy and prince are his favorite
Likes to color because it keeps his anxiety at a neutral level
Slurs some of his words
Has a fluffy stuffed elephant named Lilac
Finds comfort in his caregivers voice
Clingy
If he wants to be picked up he'll make grabby hands
If he's tired then he'll crawl into his caregivers lap and nuzzle his face into their neck
When he's feeling on the verge of little space in public he'll unnoticeably hold the person's arm
One of his favorite Disney movie is 101 Dalmatians
Loves to cuddle up in warm blankets
He has a habit of grinding his teeth so his pacifiers help him a lot
It also helps him whenever he needs a smoke
Or when he needs to bite his lips
Likes bubble baths
His favorite scent to use is lavender :)
Unlike when he's in big headspace he doesn't try and break the rules because when he used to his past caregiver gave him harsh punishments
The first person from the gang he came out to was Ponyboy
One day Ponyboy had to go to Buck's place and while he was in Dallas' room saw Lilac
When he asked him about it Dallas was going to make an excuse but just decided to tell Ponyboy about it
Ponyboy told him he wasn't gonna tell anyone and he kept his word
He kept telling Dallas to tell the gang for a week
It took him a lot to tell the gang he was a little
They all had mixed reactions
All of them were very confused until he explained what it is
(Except for Ponyboy of course)
Darry started to feel more protective over him
Johnny was surprised because he didn't think of all people Dallas would ever be a little but he was cool with it as long as it helps him
Sodapop is actually really happy about it and he wouldn't mind playing with him when he's in little space
Steve was a little uncomfortable knowing that the reckless hood was a little but he came to accept it
Everyone was waiting for Two-Bit to respond but all of a sudden he just walked out the door without saying anything
Dallas was on the verge of a panic attack and it took awhile for the gang to calm him down
It wasn't until later when Two-Bit came back but this time with a bunch of stuff
He'd gotten Dallas a stuffed animal, bottles, and even a fluffy blanket
Dallas almost started crying ngl
At the end of the day he was just happy his only family accepted him (#supportivegang2020)
When he's in little space the gang tries their best not to smoke or drink around him
On Sundays when they're all not busy they'll watch Disney movies together
One or two of the gang members is alway with him when they're out in public
With The Gang:
Ponyboy:
Ponyboy reads to Dally whenever he sees him having a bad day or getting nervous
Whenever Ponyboy reads to him Dallas either has his head in his lap while Ponyboy occasionally runs his hand through his hair or has his head on his shoulder
On the occasion Dallas tags along with Ponyboy to the library and sometimes picks out a random book he finds interesting or Ponyboy would like and show it to him
Secretly he hopes that Ponyboy would read it out loud to him
Darry and Soda won't allow him to go to Buck's but if Dallas calls and says he needs him he will not hesitate to go out the door to care for his boyfriend
If Ponyboy has track Dallas waits for him until it's over
Going to the lot has become a weekly thing for them
When Dallas isn't looking Ponyboy would sneak in a paper that has a poem on it in either his jackets or his pants
Since Dallas never really went to school he has a hard time reading huge words or some so when he's reading over Ponyboy's shoulder he'll ask him
"What's that word?"
"This one?"
"Yeah."
"Absquatulate?"
"Oh."
Ponyboy finds it fucking adorable
Sodapop:
Sodapop would take him to Dairy Queen and get sundaes and park somewhere with a nice view or park in the parking lot and watch the cars go by
Dallas often goes to the DX and wait until his shift is over
Sometimes Sodapop will randomly put his hat on Dallas
Whenever girls try and flirt with Sodapop, Dallas either gives them a death state or tell them to fuck off and say he's taken
When Dallas starts crying Soda will wipe away his tears with his thumbs and kiss his cheeks
Jokingly gave Dallas a promise ring he found somewhere not expecting him to actually wear it but was surprised when he saw it on Dallas' finger
If they're at a party sometimes Soda wanders off but once he sees how uncomfortable Dallas he is he's immediately back at his side
Ponyboy and Darry have walked in on them cuddling on the couch SO MANY TIMES
One time they walked in on them making out heavily Darry had to cover Ponyboy's eyes
Sodapop thinks Dallas looks H O T in his flannels
Darry:
Dallas would always steal borrow Darry's shirt because he feels comforted by it whenever Darry's at work
He absolutely loves it when Darry wraps his arms around him and would always snuggle closer to his chest
(If you really think I'm gonna let Patrick Swayze's singing voice go to waste you're very mistaken)
Whenever he's having a hard time sleeping Darry would usually sing to him until he falls back asleep
Or when Dallas is on edge Darry will hold him close to his chest and sing to him softly until he feels calm again
Dallas loves Darry's morning voice because it's so low and low key a turn on
When they're out in public Darry would hook his finger around Dallas' belt loops on his jeans to keep him close to him
Some people don't fuck with Dallas as much because they know if they do they'll have to deal with Darry and no one wants to do that unless they have a death wish
If Dallas starts acting up in public all it takes is for Darry to whisper in his ear "behave"
Darry once talked about the type of flowers his mom liked and kept in the house then a few days later when he got off work he saw the flowers he was talking about in a vase on the dining table with a paper attached saying "Don't ask where I got the flowers and vase"
He almost started crying right then and there
When Dallas is drunk he'll cling to either Darry's chest or back like a koala
One time one of the gang walked in on Darry cooking while Dallas just clung to his back but they didn't say anything in fear of waking up with their dick cut off
Johnny:
Surprisingly Johnny gets protective over
He will now hesitate to throw down when someone starts talking crap about them
If they're out in public Johnny's always holding Dallas' hand
Or if they're at the Curtis' Johnny would glance at Dallas every so often to see if he's okay
They both helped each other let their walls down
When Johnny sees Dallas on edge or not at his best he nudges his head against his shoulder or on his face in hopes of cheering him up (it works more often than he thought it would but he ain't complaining)
Johnny sometimes shows Dallas some of his favorite places around town
They've fallen asleep in the lot cuddled next to one another multiple times
Johnny tops Dallas sorry not sorry
Sharing cigarettes like kisses
Johnny mindlessly puts his arm in front of Dallas whenever someone's trying to pick a fight
Everytime Dallas talks bad about himself Johnny will be like not on my watch and will do everything and anything to make Dallas feel better
Dallas has a hard time sleeping at night knowing Johnny's with his parents
3AM conversations about the what ifs of life
Two-Bit:
Two-Bit will crack jokes to Dallas when they're alone together about how much of a softie he really is
But if anyone else made fun of Dally he'd beat the literal shit out of them
Also tells bad pick up lines to him even though they're already boyfriends
"Do you have a name? Or can I call you mine?"
Dallas would usually say something back but would low key be blushing
Always trying to make Dallas laugh because he loves it when he does
Would totally smack Dallas' ass in front of the gang
Respects Dallas' boundaries when he's not feeling it
Ms. Mathews is actually really fond of Dallas
His sister gave him the whole "hurt my brother and I'll hunt you down" talk
He didn't take it seriously but he keeps it in the back of his head
Dallas is the only one to see Two-Bit's hair without grease and he will play with his hair for hours on end
Two-Bit once fell asleep to Dallas playing with his hair and when he woke up he was still doing it
If they're watching Mickey Mouse Dallas is always on Two-Bit's lap
When he sees Dallas upset he'll do voice impressions of random people (Dallas finds it stupid but it always lightens his mood)
Steve:
Whenever Dallas' on the verge of having a breakdown Steve will drive Dallas around town to calm down
Soft music would be playing in the background while Steve either rubs Dallas' thighs or hold his hand
Dallas would run his finger around Steve's tattoo whenever they're cuddling
Dallas loves laying his head on Steve's chest because it's both soft and muscular
When he does Steve softly plays with his hair
Whenever he leaves for work he wraps his shirt or jacket around him so Dallas could sleep better
Steve is really observant so whenever he sees something wrong with Dallas he always asks if he's okay
Will glare at anyone who's eyeing his Dallas
Never ever takes his anger out on Dallas
(God will have to fight him if he does)
Dates at the drive in movies and later eating at the diner
They'd always park where they won't get noticed so they can sneak in a few make out sessions here and there ;)
When they go to the diner Dallas kinda feels bad because Steve's always paying for their meals but he always reassures him it's okay
Him and Dallas constantly flirt when he visits the DX
Sodapop finds it amusing and annoying but as long as his best friend is happy he couldn't give a shit
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Let me know if you want to see more and if you'd like any to be turned into a short fic
Also huge shout out to @lastluvbug for helping me come up with most of these ideas! (Thank you for saving my braincells)
#the outsiders#dallas winston#ponyboy curtis#darry curtis#johnny cade#sodapop curtis#steve randle#headcanons#soft!Dallas#dd/lb#Dallyboy#Dalpop#Darly#???#Dalbit#Daleve
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Everything feels so quiet again. I hate this about being nocturnal. At least during the day more people are around and online and I might have a little interaction. I wonder if I'll ever get my body clock to function on a 24hr schedule. Even as a child and teenager I've always had sleeping problems though. My body clock has always fought against regular timing. I definitely find it easiest when I'm actually excited to get up for something in particular, but that's not all there is to it. Besides that feels like a tall ask right now.
I've been crying a lot recently. I dont usually cry that much at all but the past month maybe, in increasing frequency, and the majority of the past few days, I'm always on the verge of or in tears. I'm on so much prozac I can sometimes feel it pushing me to just smile through it and do something, but I think my mind wins over it when it sees that my 5 minutes of positivity didnt bring luck like everyone says it will. I'm tempted to lower my dose just so I can at least be consistently sad. Part of me hopes I'd get bad enough to SH and do more noticeable stuff so someone will realise how I feel, but part of me knows that's not how itll work and I'll just do those things and feel even worse because I'm still by myself. Most of me feels guilty because that's the dramatic stereotype and nobody likes an attention seeker, but most of me also knows it's not socially acceptable to directly ask for help and support. The times I've said a thing about how bad I feel, very obviously in need of support, i havent got it. So if i did something more, i still wouldnt get it, but I'd just be bothering people even more by letting them see. But then maybe I'd actually get the balls to just end it properly and get it over with. But I also know I'm not someone who'd do something so final without exhausting all options first, which means I'd also say that more directly, and then the same issue applies.
I'm so sick of feeling like this. I feel like such a waste of space and it's the same problem where I need x to do y but I need y to get z and I need z to get x. Whenever I try to force myself to break that cycle alone, I burn out. I feel worse for the fact that I'm doing it alone. I feel like theres no point in achieving any of it if I'm still alone. I did so much growing up by myself and doing way too much and all it got me was a bit more time alive so I could watch everyone else actually live and realise how cut off i was. Last time i had a major breakdown i came out of it over time but i felt worse afterwards than before because of the fact that I'd had to deal with it alone. I felt resentful of all the people who saw me say outright on my social media 'I feel really terrible and I need support/dont think I can deal with this alone/etc' and either said nothing or just briefly acknowledged it then continued on. I didnt really get over it, I just stopped in the same way a baby learns to stop crying eventually if nobody comes. So i came out of the breakdown with the resentful and anxious feeling that i cant really rely on anyone and am truly alone.
Now I'm so much more sensitive. Of course I'm more sensitive. I'm scared this is more permanent mental shit that I wont be able to get rid of. I cant stay like this forever. I never used to be this bad. But I had some outlets at least, and some hope that it might be different at some point. Now it feels like I'm just so worn out and I need to rest and be protected but the longer I go without it the more I need and the more impossible it gets and then I feel like theres no point in trying because theres no way to fix the cycle. Not without some anime-level miracle.
All I can do is drink and hope I get distracted by something else for a while. Hope I get chatty and confident enough to send the first messages and make the first posts, hope the audience happens to be responsive. Hope I come up with some kind of idea that'll keep me busy and entertained.
There was a day a few months ago where I drank a lot over the course of a day, and I started getting really bad palpitations where my heart was stopping for a few seconds at a time and restarting painfully. It especially stopped whenever I lay down and kept still, ie when I was trying to sleep. I thought I was probably going to die in the night so I wrote out a little note on my phone just in case. But I was kind of happy about it. For whatever reason, a few friends had been online and we'd all talked a lot, and I'd had things to do, and we talked about what we were doing throughout that day, and we all screwed around and shitposted, and it was just nice. It didnt feel so much like quarantine as just long distance friends and I felt like if that was gonna be my last day then so be it.
Of course, I didnt die. It turned out my meds needed adjusting so I did that and the palpitations lessened. I kind of wish I did just die. I guess it's morose. But it would have taken the guesswork and worrying out of all this. I'm just so tired. Its not that I dont want to get better and enjoy life. I just dont know if I can. I dont know if theres too much damage been done. I was already a difficult case before the pandemic but it's really fucked me over a lot and brought up a lot of old and new insecurities and I dont know if I'm really able to make the transition to something normal and okay.
My heart palpitations are bad again right now. Today it's because of restricting food. Theres some kind of weak heart trait in my family so I've always had the occasional palpitation, but they get bad sometimes. It's not painful right now, just weak. If I breathe too deeply it loses rhythm. I keep beginning to hyperventilate from anxiety and my heart gets irregular and weird. Of course as I say that I get some pain.
I dont feel like I can eat more though. I did have a meal for dinner. Low calorie, but a meal. So my calories for today weren't super low. One thing that's always consistent about my thing with food etc is the control element. That when everything is bad, I need something to go my way, and this is all I can do. I dont know.
Maybe I'll feel better tomorrow. Probably not. But I really want to. I really need to. It only takes small things, small distractions to keep me going. If I can just survive long enough to keep at some things to change my situation, maybe I can get out of this. But if I crack, I drink and binge and do other things that make me feel worse. I dont know. I'm trying to drag myself along but I guess it doesn't look like I'm doing anything at all.
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Older Steven x Bi Female Reader Yeah it’s not pride month, just had to share this idea. Reader recently came out as bi but has a rough time with it due to her family. Steven, after seeing Reader so broken over her family rejecting her, invites her to join him and the gems In going to Pride in Empire City. To show her that she’s not alone, that he loves her so much and her sexuality is a beautiful part of her that makes her unique. Inspiration for this was This Is Me from the Greatest Showman.
I am proud of who I am.
Title: I am proud of who I am.
Type: Fluff/angst
Character: Steven Universe
From: Steven Universe
Pairing: Older Steven Universe X Reader
I love this so much because I relate to not telling my family I'm bisexual as well. It was nice to write this knowing that I will always be accepted, if not by them but by others. Though I know they'll always be supportive of me.
Halfway through this, I realized that it said Bi Female Reader but I didn't see that until I was like 2500 words in so yeah, it's gender-neutral, sorry.
Also to make up for the lack of uploads this is like 3500+ words.
Unedited.
Key:
(n/n) = Nickname
!Warning! Sensitive topics ahead, just their parent not accepting them and being rude but still a touchy subject, just a heads up.
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"(Y/n) please, I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you, stop ignoring me!" Steven tried to grab my hand as I brushed him off for the fifth time since arriving at his house. He grew fed up with me disregarding him and so he grabbed my shoulders in a tight grip.
I tried to lean out of his hold but he wouldn't allow me too and in return brought me closer. "And I'm trying to subtly avoid it!" I yelled in anguish. "Please let me go, Steven." Tears filled my eyes while I continued to thrash in his slowly loosening grip. "Please." My voice cracked as I slowly let down the barricade of emotions I was holding in.
Rather than letting me go, he brought me into a warm hug. Before I could protest, Steven spoke up, "You don't have to tell me what's wrong, but you can cry if you need to, I'll always be here for you." He spoke with warmth in his voice, as if talking to a scared and frightened animal. "And know that whenever you need me, I'll be there for you, like you are for me all the time." The more he talked and comforted me, the more I sunk into his loving embrace.
Shakily taking in a breath I tried to clear my throat and stop the tears so I could speak, trying to sound less defeated then I am. "My parents rejected me when I came out as Bisexual." I managed to mutter through the cries of pain. "They told me I wasn't bisexual and that I either liked boys or girls and that saying liking both is me being greedy. But then they also questioned us and our relationship," I breathed in, gathering my emotions, anger began to take over the sadness as I tried to explain to Steven what happened.
"They believed that because I was dating you I was only using you and that I shouldn't be with you. They made me feel disgusted for being myself. I felt weak and helpless as if I wasn't free to be who I want to be. For once in my entire life, I didn't feel comfortable being me." A shaky breath of air pushed past my lips as I closed my eyes in anger. Stevens's face held a look of sympathy as he cupped my cheeks with his soft hands making me look at him. His thumbs gingerly wiped away the tears that rolled down my cheeks.
Once the tears stopped, I closed my eyes and put all my weight onto him, as I did I felt Steven lay kisses on each of my eyelids, instantly the sting from crying disappeared and my eyes were no longer puffy. The kisses alone spoke volumes to me of just how much he loved me, which made me overwhelmed with affection that my parents refused to give me moment prier. "I'm sure they're just trying to wrap their heads around it, feel free to stay here for however long you want, either way, I know that you might not want to see them for a while. You have plenty of clothes leftover from previous visits anyway."
"Thank you, your the best." I pressed my face against his chest, just above his heart so I could hear it beating steadily, relaxing me further.
"I know I am." He grinned smugly, I didn't have to look up to know that much as I could hear it in his voice.
/Later on that week\
I ran my hands through my hair for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past minute. My parents were still questioning everything about me and my sexuality, and about my relationship with Steven which was honestly making me frustrated more than anything since they were always so supportive of our relationship before, now they were questioning everything about us. They believed that I was only using steven to say I was in a relationship and they thought I'd ditch him as soon as someone new that takes my interest comes along. Which was so far from the truth, sure I teased Steven when I saw someone cute or handsome, but I never took it further than teasing because I love Steven so much that I can't put it into words, even if I tried my hardest it still wouldn't show just how much he meant to me.
It was just approaching dinner time and I was currently in my bed just scrolling through my social media and minding my own business, however, it seemed as if I couldn't relax in my own world like I wanted to since I was just stressing over my parent's approval. I could hear my mother on the phone with my father, talking about me once again. Honestly, give me a break.
I was about to throw my phone on my bed and march down the stairs to explain to my pea-sized brained parents that just because I'm bi, doesn't change how I feel and act but before I could even put that thought into action my phone pinged. I had honestly never been more relieved in my life when getting a text from Steven. Actually, that's a lie, his life is pretty insane and any text to let me know he's safe is enough to make me relieved
Sbeve: Hey, (n/n). I've got something for you that I think you'll love. Are you free right now?
You: Yeah, why? What is it?
Sbeve: Its a surprise ;)
Ok, now my mood was improving, just texting Steven made my shitty morning better. Since it seemed as if I would have to get up and ready, as well as eat breakfast, I thought I might as well get up now. It was a good thing I went to bed after having a shower otherwise I don't think I would have enough time to be up, dressed, and ready for steven. Once I put on a decent enough outfit, I skidded down the hall and down the stairs before rushing into the kitchen like I've been doing since we moved into this house, however this time it felt as if I did something wrong when my mother looked up from her phone and made direct eye contact with me. I smiled awkwardly as to not be rude, but she just continued to stare.
I rolled my eyes at her lack of response, "you know if you're going to talk about me at least make sure you're in a room that isn't directly under my room and echos." I gave a tired smile as I looked at her with eyes that screamed 'im in pain, please just accept me for who I am'.
She still didn't say anything, but I didn't expect anything else. I continued to make and eat my dinner before making my way out the kitchen and back into my room and kicking the door closed before the door shut a hand stopped it. Looking up quickly, I saw my brother there. "Hey, I heard what happened, just wanted to see if you're doing ok." My brother was the one I turned to when I was at home and didn't have anyone else.
"I'm fine." I brushed him off, just like I always do when I don't want to talk about my feelings.
"Well, even if you say that you are, just know I'm here if you need a shoulder to cry on or a pair of ears to rant to, or even rough house with to release pent up anger. I'm here." He crossed his arms and lent against the doorway while I sat at my windowsill, looking out to try and catch a glimpse of steven.
"I know you are, and I can't be more grateful to have a brother like you." I smiled at him gratefully, it was broken and barely there but it was still a smile. My mental health had plummeted since I was rejected by my parents, and I know how much steven and my brother, as well as my friends, have been with me and trying to get me out of my slump of negative thoughts, all I wanted was my parent's approval. I'm grateful, truly I am, but when the person you always listen to and have looked in for guidance doesn't accept you for being yourself. It hurts. So, so bad.
"Stevens taking me out somewhere, at least I think he is," I muttered, knowing my brother would want to know where I was going. "I might not be back for a while but I'll text you if I stay out for the night." My brother nodded, kicking himself back up straight he turned and closed the door behind him, not before shouting out a teasing comment like he always does, which he seems to be doing more often as of recently.
"Remember, if you do stay out, use protection, I don't want to be an uncle to magic, 1/4 gem babies just yet, wait a couple of years for that." I flushed and giggled while hiding my face in my hands as I shout out his name in both embarrassment and joking anger. All I heard was his manic laughing as he walked away from the closed door. Trying to distract myself from my thoughts I went back onto my phone to mess around, which was easier said than done.
My thoughts filled my head, ranging from Steven and how much he and my brother have been there for me since coming out to my parents then my thoughts drifted to if my parents will ever accept me for who I am. Toxic thoughts began to creep in, my thoughts we cut off from someone knocking on my door. "What do you want now, (B/n)?" I rolled my eyes.
My door opened and Steven poked his head through the gap. There was silence for a bit until steven broke, "did I come at a bad time?" He stepped into my room and closed it after he was in.
"No, you came at the perfect timing," I said smiling at him genuinely he chuckled as he came and sat next to me on my bed. "I need a hug," I whispered, Steven, pulled me to sit between his legs with my back against his chest he then wrapped his arms around me. Instantly a warmth spread through my chest. "Thanks, Steven. You're the best boyfriend I could ever ask for."
Steven laughed into my ear, "I'm the only boyfriend you've had." He teased me. We exchanged teasing comments to each other for a while when he suddenly jumped up, shoving me off him in the progress.
"Woah!"
"Sorry!" Steven apologised, he scrambled through my room, looking through my clothes. I went to go and question what he was doing before he threw something at me. Grabbing the thing that fell on me I looked at the jumper in confusion. "It's cold outside and I don't want you getting sick like you did when we went trick or treating." Puzzled I pulled the jumper over my head and got up from my bed.
"Where are we going?" Steven didn't say anything and just grabbed my hand while running through and out of my house. I tripped over my feet a few times as Steven pulled me along with him, we ran across the boardwalk, waved at people we recognised which was practically everyone and ran towards the beach. Hardly anyone was at the beach since it was cold out, however, there were a few people scattered around here and there, the sun was in the sky and it was bright out, but even then with the sun out and shinning it was still pretty chilly, it got even colder when we ran into the shadow from the massive statue carved into the side of the cliff face. Eventually, we arrived at Stevens house, Stevens dad, Greg, and the crystal gems stood besides Greg's van. Once they all spotted us I waved at them, which in return got them all to wave back.
"Steven, (Y/n)! I was beginning to think that you two had got lost on the way here." Greg joked, I really liked Greg, he was such a good father to Steven and even became like my second father when my own parents decided that I wasn't good enough for them.
"Hey, dad! Is everything ready?" Steven jumped in excitedly, he was always full of energy and it made everything so much better with him around due to his happy go lucky outlook on life, it really did go against everything negative that happened in both our lives, no matter the circumstances he always seems to brighten up any room with a simple smile, it was comforting.
"Yep! We were just waiting on you two to come back." Greg told us, "well? What are you waiting for? Hop in it time to go!" Greg grinned while opening the back of the van for us, let us all get in and get comfortable before setting off. In the back of the van was me, Steven, Garnet and Amethyst while Pearl sat upfront with Greg.
"So do you plan on telling me where we're heading to or are you going to make me wait?" I ask in anxiousness, I really don't like surprises, never have never will, just the thought of being taken somewhere and not knowing what's going to happen fills me with anxiety, but I trust Steven, so I allow him to lead me on these wild adventures that seem to happen in his everyday life.
"Nope! It's a surprise, and I know how much you hate them but you're just going to have to trust me when I say you will absolutely love this!" Steven replied with that energy that never seems to leave him. I groan a little while flopping on the floor of the van, head in Stevens lap, gazing up at him only for him to smile down at me with a cheeky smile that he always gives me when he knows that I'll love whatever we do for date night.
I whine for a little bit but soon get over it and start chatting with the gems in the back while using Stevens lap as a pillow. After a 2 and a half drive, we finally pull into the very crowded Empire City, once I realise this I jump up and out of Stevens lap to see all the bright flashing lights and flags everywhere, music blasting in the background with happy laughter and screaming from the fair rides ring out. Hearing and seeing all the excitement made a genuine smile appear, i know exactly where we were and i couldn't be any happier. "Steven, you haven't just kidnapped me from my house to take me to a surprise pride parade have you?"
Steven rubbed the back of the neck while adverting his gaze, a blush raised to his cheeks. "Maybe? I just thought that since the whole negativity with your family was making you feel sad I'd surprise you with this and I didn't know if you'd like it or not. I just wanted to take you here to show you that your not alone and that people love and accept you for being yourself and i want you to know that I love you. I want you to know that no matter what I'll always love you and be there and support you, even in the darkest times." Steven finished his mini-speech with a nervous giggle.
I lunged at him and hugged him close to my chest while tears filled my eyes, "Steven, I love you so much, your too good for this world." I choke on my tears and Steven holds me against him.
Amethyst decided was a good time to pipe up, "yo, he totally practised that in the mirror." Steven yelled and soon the van was filled with laughter. Giggling I snuggled into Steven while he buried his face into my jumper to hide his embarrassment. During that time Greg managed to find a place to park up and we all got out and into the cold November air, on the way out Steven grabbed a bag from the back and pulled the straps around his shoulders. I shivered which lead to Steven pulling me into his side. Walking into the heart of the parade was like something I've never experienced before, the sun would be setting soon and the parade would only continue to be colourful and amazing from there.
Stumbling around for a little we walked around a little, it was like a regular everyday fair but even better. All around me were loving and caring people, within only a few minutes of being here we had already been given a bisexual pride flag and some glitter face paint for free! It was an amazing experience, and I loved that I was going through it all with Steven at my side every step of the way. Steven and I were just casually strolling through the crowd, we went on rides here and there, at some point we split up from the others and just went around on our own.
At the moment Steven had a hold of my hand in a firm enough grip so that I wouldn't be separated from him as he leads me through the dense masses of people dancing and enjoying listening to the music. By now a few hours had passed and it was now 8 pm. The sky was pitch black and the stars could barely be seen due to the light pollution of the neon spotlights flashing around us. A hill came into view and we climbed up it, once up high enough Steven stopped us from walking, taking the bag from his shoulders he opened it and pulled out a blanket, he lay it down then proceeded to pull out my favourite drink and some other snacks. Steven sat down on the blanket and i followed him.
We ate a little bit of the food and drinking a little we snuggled up close to keep warm, I rested my head on his arm while laying on my side and holding onto his torso. We were still close enough to hear the music, considering there was a pair of speakers up on the hill, there was also a few others up here with us. The music stopped for a little while and Steven checked his phone, I glanced over to see that the time was 8:30 pm. Steven put his phone away and adjusted us so that we could both see the sky clearly. "What's up?" I tried to ask him.
Steven smiled down at me while kissing my forehead, "nothing you should worry about just watch the sky." He told me, humming suspiciously i did as he said. Suddenly music started up from behind us and to the tune of the song, the sky lit up with fireworks. The first bang made me jump since I wasnt expecting it. Steven giggled at me as i looked at the sky in wonder and awe. As the last song faded out, the next one began to play. Just as 'This is me' began to play i pushed myself up and looked down at steven with a smile and excitement.
I felt happy and like my normal self as Steven jumped to his feet and pulled me up with him, the fireworks going off behind made this moment more magical as we danced and laughed, the finale of the night ended with a bang and I loved every second. Panting and chuckling at each other I loved into Stevens's eyes as we held each other to keep one another steady. As the song faded out Steven placed a kiss on my lips, fireworks went off and lit us up as we connected. Nothing but the passion was in the kiss, the overwhelming amount of love that words can describe was felt throughout the kiss. Once we pulled away Steven looked at me with stary eyes.
My eyes filled with happy tears as looked at the man who i loved with my whole heart. "I love you, Steven Universe." I croaked out.
Steven pulled me into another kiss, although this one didn't last as long the passion was still there. "And I love you too, (Y/n) (L/n). All of you, all your flaws all your talents and scars, I love you. And I'm proud of you, and who you are. I'm proud to call you mine, I'm proud that you're still standing strong after being broken, I'm proud of you for being you. You are not alone in this world, and you are loved, it not by your parents then by me. Nothing will change that." Steven smiled at me warmly, i returned it and instantly knew that I'd get thought this and for once since I came out as Bisexual...
I am proud of who I am.
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Hello. Thoughts on Dads!Harringrove??? the boys like in their mid 40s with 3 kids. what type of parents do you think they’ll be??? will their grandpa jim spoil them??? i love harringrove parents w all my heart. they both deserve a big happy family of their own 🥰
Hello, my thoughts are it’s the cutest damn thing ever and i could cry just thinking about it aUGH HARRINGROVE DADS.
Okay, so i’ve read quite a few things talking about the Harringrove Dads and adopting little babies, adopting sweet little girls, etc. and i absolutely live and die for that shit. Like i’m so serious, i think it’s so sweet, it warms my heart, i eat it up, i LOVE it
But also (and i’m sure i’m not the first to say it) I feel like they’re NOT the type to go adopting babies. They’re not getting a surrogate to raise a kid from infancy. They may want to, they may have that inkling, they may see Jonathan and Nancy having a baby and get that infamous Baby Fever, but I just… I really can’t bring myself to write that.
Bc (in my canon) Billy was adopted as a 17 year old delinquent. El was adopted as a 12 year old lab rat. Steve was basically abandoned at home when he got too old to be the “cute little boy” their parents could tote around to promote their Nuclear Family image. They’re two boys who were made very keenly aware that there are shitty people out there who believe kids get less desirable the older they get. Shitty people who think babies are worth more than older kids who probably just come with “problems”.
(i’ve also been rewatching Boy Meets World and GUYS. i see a lot of Billy in Shawn Hunter. Boy who’s taken in bc he’s been neglected and he’s a sensitive kid underneath but he’s got this hard, bad boy shell bc it’s easier than crying every day)(AUGH and just like Will in Fresh Prince goddamnit i fucking LIVE for those kids who think and act all tough and use their pretty looks like a weapon but all they really need is a caring and stern hand who’s gonna keep them on the straight and narrow and help them out along the way i am SOFT.)
So if these boys have 3 kids, it’s 3 kids who were seen as the “worst” of the bunch. 3 kids they fought to connect with bc these kids didn’t see anything in themselves anymore but goddamnit, Steve and Billy saw 3 kids beat and broken by the system that told them the older they got, the smaller their chances were of ever getting out of this place. They came with problems and fears and shells harder than Billy’s steel toed boots but like hell were Billy and Steve going to let these kids go the rest of their lives thinking they were damaged goods.
(god now i wanna write OCs of their children. look what you did to me!)
Okay so their parenting style changes as they grow and adopt more kids, as what happens with most parents. They learn what’s good and what’s not so good and they get better at fixing problems (but of course it’s never quite that easy bc they’re adopting kids of different ages).
And of course i’m saying they adopt the kids everyone has turned away, but for their first kid they adopt a little boy, about 5 years old, bc they gotta start small. He’s very cute and has a bit of a lisp and he mixes up some of his letters and he’s… energetic. He runs and he screams and he tires himself out real quick to the point where he just flops down and takes naps where he is, meaning there has been more than one occasion where Billy or Steve has found the child sleeping face first in the middle of a room (the entry room seems to be his favorite. Billy doesn’t blame him, the carpet is softer there than anywhere else.) One time he even flopped down on the middle of the sidewalk and again in the middle of a department store. Both times Billy scooped him up like a rag doll and carried him around the rest of their trip out.
And i know it’s not the BEST movie but i can’t help but think their parenting at the beginning would be a bit like the movie Big Daddy. Like, a lot of well-intentioned but misguided advice, a lot of “real world” lessons (like how to piss on the side of the road), a lot of hurried and frazzled solutions to things because “kids are messy why are kids so fucking messy why can’t he ever stay clean?”
“He’s just a kid, Steve, c’mon-”
“He’s always sticky! How! How is he always sticky? What’s making him so sticky!”
And I just!! Augh!! Imagine Steve at work all day and Billy has off/maybe he’s inbetween jobs right now so he can be home with the kid/whatever and so he has errands to run and takes their little kid with him and the kid’s like:
“What’s your real name?”
“You know that. It’s Billy.”
“…. why?”
And Billy shrugs with an “I dunno, cuz I couldn’t talk and my parents could and they had to call me somethin.”
“You could’n talk?”
“Hey, you couldn’t either.”
The boy thinks for a second before: “Could too.”
“Could not. Not when you were a baby.” He pokes the boy in the shoulder, still very tentative with how much the little tike can take. “Don’t start attacking me! You didn’t name yourself.”
They walk for a second but Billy chimes in before the kid can.
“Hey, that’s not fair though, is it?”
The boy looks up and shakes his head, but he can see the confusion in his eyes.
“You should be able to name yourself, right? What do you want your name to be? Anything in the world, what do you want me to call you?”
Which is how Steve comes home to their child and Billy eating some baby carrots smothered in BBQ sauce and his husband telling him: “By the way, the kid’s new name is Hot Dog.”
“…. what?”
“He picked it out himself.”
And just imagine Billy and the kid are going grocery shopping and Billy catches the boy reaching for a can of spaghetti-o’s.
Billy reaches for the can and takes it off the shelf. “You like these?”
The kid nods.
“Alright then. Watch out-” he hold the kid back gently before chucking the can at the ground. He turns to his boy. “Dented cans are half off. Y’know, Microsoft dropped 3 points.”
His kid nods in awe.
“Wanna pick that up for me?” Billy asks and the kid follows, before rearing the can back to throw it on the ground.
“Woah woah woah! Watch it there!” Billy grabs the boy’s arm, before aiming it a different way. “Aim away from your feet… there ya go. I know they’re kinda tiny targets but still, don’t wanna give yourself a flat tire there.”
The kid chucks it and Billy laughs. “Nice job, little dude.”
And i just have so many THOUGHTS about this!!! Their second kid being a little 9 year old girl who’s real fucking good at boxing and fighting and also a little too good at sneaking out the window. They’ve caught her a few times in the backyard or the front yard, just sitting around shivering. It always gives Billy and Steve a heart attack.
“What are you doing out here?” Steve asks, kneeling down to look at the girl, Billy taking note of her hands balled up into little fists.
“I heard a… noise. A loud noise.”
“Oh, yeah, your brother just dropped a glass.”
“Oh. Did you… did you… hurt him?” Her fists clench tighter, her shoulders get tighter, closer to her ears. Billy sees himself in it. He wants to ease her shoulders down out of her ears.
“No! No of course we didn’t.” Steve soothes, rubbing the girls arms soothingly. She looks skeptical.
But it becomes a pattern, and they realize it’s whenever she thinks something is going on or someone is in danger. To the point where if any loud noise happens, one of them rushes outside to look for Jordan climbing out a window.
Steve’s out there this time, grabbing hold of her middle and helping her out of the window because they’ve let their plants grow a little wiley and she was having a hard time getting past them. He sets her down gently.
“It’s fine, hun. You’re fine. Your dad just dropped a pan.”
“Oh…”
“Y’know, you can’t keep doing this.”
“What?”
“Ditching out the window like this.” He kneels down to look at her. “It’s not safe. And one of these days it’s gonna be snowing and you’re gonna jump out in your PJs and be all cold.”
“I’ve done it before.”
And if that doesn’t break Steve’s heart. He thinks about Billy when he was a kid. About the stories Billy has told him when he’s tired and a little drunk and feeling a little emotional. Steve loses himself in the sadness of the thought for a second.
He brushes a little bit of dirt off her shoulder.
“Yeah… well you don’t have to ever again, alright? I mean it. Nothing is happening to you here. We’re not gonna hurt you… Now give me a hug.”
She accepts it, which is big for her, and Steve squeezes her as tight as he squeezed Billy that one night he found him with a cut on his cheek and bruises all up and down his arms.
And then they adopt another boy. A 17 year old boy. A boy who’s been in and out of so many homes he doesn’t have a number for it. A boy who’s angry and jaded and… loves poetry and is so gentle with children and animals.
And him and Billy butt heads… a lot. They’re so similar… at least he’s similar to what Billy used to be. And it pisses them both off bc suddenly Billy knows what Hop felt- frustration. Utter frustration at this boy not understanding his fucking potential.
And i’ve written a whole dialogue for this but it’s long and very dramatic and I might just end up writing a fic about all of these little sweethearts (bc i have so many ideas!!!) but basically the boy telling Billy and Steve that he’s fucked up. He’s fucked up and no one will ever be able to change that and Billy is adamant that he’s not until he admits-
“No. You’re right, you are fucked up.”
Steve is shocked. “Billy!”
“No, shut up Steve.” Billy points at the kid. “You are fucked up. You’re a fucked up kid, and you know what? I’m fucked up too. And so is Steve. And so is your aunt El, and your Aunt Max, and your Uncle Will and Uncle Jonathan. And y’know what else? Your grandpa Jim is fucked up too. Hell, even your Grandma Joyce is fucked up. Wish I could tell you she’s not but ding ding ding! She is!”
And they get in a fight. There’s no fists, no touching, but it’s a major fight of Billy telling this boy what Hop told him once: You’re our kid now and we love you. And you can leave and never think about us again but we’re never gonna forget you.
And: “Don’t you dare fucking compare us to those assholes because I’m not giving up on you. We’re not giving up on you. You’re family now and no matter what you do, I’m gonna be there to worry about you and be happy for you because you deserve it!”
And Billy gets frustrated with all of his yelling so he grabs his stress ball and walks away, breathing heavy, and Steve is there to look the boy in the eye and tell him Billy’s right. And that he understands that the boy has a past before they ever met him “but Billy had a life before he met me… and same with me and him, and we can still love each other. So maybe we’re just on an even playing field. We get to learn about you while you learn about us and… and even so, we can still love each other, right?”
AUGH I’M SOFT. ANYWAY.
Hop and Joyce spoil them fucking rotten. It’s really hard to spoil a 17 year old boy as stubborn as an ox (“You were bad enough, now you bring me another one?” “You saying you didn’t like taking care of me, Pops?” “I’m saying I have enough gray hair as it is.” “Oh shush, Hop!” Joyce hits him) but they do their best. They give him love and support. Joyce bakes a shitton of cookies and cakes and Hop buys the kids toys (and the older boy CDs and records and band tees)(“I’m trying! The older I get, the less I know what kids what.”)
And they love all their aunts and uncles too! The little girl has a hard time reading and she reads way below her level, so Aunt El helps her out!
“I understand. I learned to read really late.”
“Really?” The girl’s heart lifts a bit. “How late?”
“I was twelve.”
“Really??”
El nods and gives a kind smile. “Yeah, but I learned, didn’t I? I had a lot of help, and I can help you, too! Just like your dad helped me.”
The girl smiles brightly.
Will’s favorite is the youngest boy (but he would never tell the other two that. Of course not.) because he’s silly and he took to Will almost instantly and he likes to roll around in the grass and catch bugs and those were never really things Will liked as a kid and he… he likes that. He didn’t think he’d ever like that but there’s something about this kid that brings out adventure in him. He reminds Will of Mike when they first met. A bundle of energy and excitement that always dragged Will around on adventures.
The older one hangs out a lot with Max and Jonathan. Jonathan likes hanging out with the kid cuz he reminds him of Billy when Billy was young. (“I don’t remember you being this… exhausting though.” Jonathan tells Billy.) (“You’re just getting old, bud.” Billy says with a laugh and a clap on the back) They smoke weed whenever they can and Jonathan gives the boy some good old 70’s and 80’s music to listen to and tells the boy “Meatloaf is not the best of our decade, don’t listen to your father. Either of them, honestly. Their music taste is shit.”
Max hangs out with the older one too. She gives him advice about girls and how to talk to them and she picks up a skateboard for the first time in years because of him. They go to the skate park sometimes and everyone there is amazed that a twenty something year old girl is here to skate with them until she skates circles around them. (She becomes the hit of the skate park)
She also wrestles around with the little 8 year old girl sometimes! She has a lot of heart to hearts with the kid, giving her advice as well and telling her silly stories of both Billy and Steve so that the girl learns to trust them more.
And overall they’re a big, loving family!! And they’re slightly dysfunctional too and i just! Can’t see it happening any other way!! Bc they’re a little dysfunctional but they’re dysfunctional with LOVE and isn’t that what matters???? It’s a lot of work and a lot of sweat and a lot of tears but it’s their family and in the end their kids love them to death bc they realize their fathers love them to death and!!! Everyone’s heart is full and happy and i’m crying!
#i have more headcanons but this is already so long >U<#ask#anonymous#billy hargrove#steve harrington#harringrove#stranger things#harringrove dads#joyce byers#eleven#el hopper#jonathan byers#will byers#max mayfield#billy hopper#billy gets adopted#hop is a dad#and now he's a grandpa!!!!#augh!!!!!!#♥#i'm crying#i have so many ideas about these kids my dudes#family#fluff#jim hopper
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Heyy!! Do you think I could get a matchup for FE3H, Haikyuu, and KNY?
I’m a heterosexual female, enfp, hufflepuff, and my star sign is a taurus. I have curly and somewhat messy hair that I find frustrating to take care of sometimes, and I have to always wear glasses since I have bad eye sight. I’m really short and my body is a bit underdeveloped for my age (I only weigh about 94lbs, and my height is 4'11"). Im usually the butt of all short jokes in my particular friend group, but it doesnt bother me in the slightest! I actually enjoy being the height that I am to be completely honest.
Despite being so tiny, I have a lot of energy. I’m very extroverted and I enjoy being around my friends and family. I love being able to make people smile, which has inspired me to persue comedy improv as a hobby. To be completely honest, I only act so outgoing around people that I’m familiar with/have similar interests as me, but it doesnt really take much to break past those walls I put up. My interests aside from improv include drawing, writing, anime, video games, scrapbooking, and cosplaying.
I am a bit of a workaholic sometimes, especially when it comes to my passions or my academics. Despite being social, I struggle with keeping a balance between my school life and my social life. The amount of stress I usually put on myself results in me becoming pretty emotionally sensitive, and I get emotionally hurt by small things very often. I also consider myself to be a bit of a crybaby–and I usually try to avoid situations that would damage my self esteem even more.
But anyways, thank you for taking time to do this matchup!! I really appreciate it, and I love your blog !! 😁😁💗
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I’m pretty sure this one was probably obvious ngl sksksk your cheerful and energetic attitude definitely helps bring his mood up 100%! Claude can definitely relate to having hard to maintain hair. (With the odd lengths and intricate ways he styles it) Despite being pretty chill and laid back with an aura of mystery, he can’t help but be enamored by you.
He definitely takes advantage of your height and cracks a couple of jokes here and there whenever he can. Sometimes when you expel a lot of energy, he likes to lift you up off the ground and carry you around like the lion king. A teasing grin on his features while you flail about. He absolutely adores your reactions.
Definitely enjoys your improv and skills in that field as it has honestly gotten you both out of trouble with the professors. Not only that, but he is also the one who’ll remind you to take a break when you’re over working yourself too hard. Despite not caring too much about his own grades, he is most likely tune to your behaviors and will do more check-ups on you if you happen to go MIA for a hot second.
In terms of overworking / over stressing, this boy will deadass lift you up and out of wherever you are for a much needed fresh air break. If things get immensely bad, he’ll honestly take you to his room and let you cry to your heart’s content while holding you and patting your back.
PDA wise, this boi will always have a hand on your. Be it around your waist, shoulders, interlaced hands– end all he will always have you within arms reach. Is honestly an affectionate baby who really enjoys your presence~.
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First things first, your height will definitely boost his feelings for you. Not that it even mattered in the first place, but being able to look down at you and press kisses to your forehead or being able to prop his chin on top of yours is a weakness of his. He can’t help but feel that he’s truly a guardian deity when he has you wrapped up in his arms.
Like you, he has an insane amount of energy and tries to waste it all up on VBC (though of course he’ll still somehow manage to wake up bright and early) He’ll help you try to figure out different ways to expel any extra energy you both may have. More often then not, it’s a lot of play fighting that leads to more.. uhm. yea *wink wink*
Anywho, in terms of overworking yourself, he will do anything in his power to help you maintain and work through it in a helpful way. Despite being a sort of workaholic himself, with all the new bruises and intensive training he goes through, he tries to change his habit in hopes of being able to rub it off on you.
Is immensely in love with your improv skills and tries to learn some on his own so he can act with you. Definitely is the one who’ll join you in any of your interests or hobbies just to be with you~!
With PDA, he’s very touchy! Always holding you and showing you off or bragging to the VBC that he has the most adorable baby~. You’ll always find your hand in his or his jacket on you, or him waiting to walk you home~.
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Loud, strong, and always brimming with confidence and energy. This boy is here for you through and through! He matches your enthusiasm and energy with no effort at all! Any sort of interests or hobbies you may have he supports you 100%. Though if it’s in any way detrimental to your health he will heavily ask you to reconsider a safer route where your physical and mental health will be safe and secure.
He is definitely the one who’ll put you on his shoulders and walk around with you unabashedly around the facilities. He worries over your workaholic tendencies and will think of ways to help you take breaks as well as advice to keep you from crashing and burning hard.
If he sees an emotional build up in you, you can best expect him to be there for you the moment you’re about to break. He’ll most likely scare everyone off around you in case it’s in public and will help you through it. Will talk with you about your issues and give you advice to help get a better understanding as well as how to avoid the immense amount of hurt from anything in particular.
He’s rather honorable in terms of PDA. He won’t really touch you unless he has your consent. He respects you deeply and wants you to be comfortable with him as well as understanding that he sees you as someone who will tell him when you’re ready to push forward with your relationship.
Once it’s established and you both are comfortable he’ll do the sweetest gestures. Most of them being small, but meaningful. Loves to brush your hair out of your face whenever the both of you are sitting and just star gazing.
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A Retelling of Their Story
Thanks for the support as always, @breeachuu! This one was so fun to write, I hope you have as much fun reading it, too! ;D
This is a Support Chain between Wolfram x Caspar, and you can read more about how they got acquainted in Wolfram’s series, right >here<!
Commission info HERE and HERE!
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C SUPPORT
Wolfram, crouching: ...
Caspar: Huh? Isn’t that the new kid? What’s he doing all hunched over like that? Heeey, are you alright? You’re shaking- WHOA, that’s a hell lotta cats! How did you manage to round up so many?!
Wolfram: *sobs*
Caspar, crouching: Uh, you alright there, buddy? These cats scratched you?
Wolfram: N-no, it’s just… I don’t have e-enough *sobs* enough hands to pet them all!
Caspar: *chokes* Yeah? There’re like a dozen cats here, of course you can’t pet all of them!
Wolfram: Yes…! They’re all so cute, don’t you agree? Look, that one has a spot right in the middle of its forehead… I want to pet it… And that other one?! His mew is so soft I just want to squeeze him until, until… And that one with the crooked tail? I can’t- it’s so cute-
Caspar: Alright, lemme give you a hand in all this petting, then! FOUR HANDS NOW, BABEY!
Wolfram: !! Oh, don’t yell like that, you’re gonna startle them-
Caspar: Ick, they all turned poofy-tailed on me, did I do somethin’? The dogs all wag their tails when I pet them...
Wolfram: *chuckles* You can’t yell at a cat, they’re really sensitive to loud noises. Here, why don’t you try this one that’s been sitting quietly on my lap? She’s a bit older than the others so she’s better for beginners to handle.
Caspar: Oh, wow, you’re right! She’s so soft and she’s just snuggling in my lap now! You know your stuff ‘round cats, huh? Oh, maybe ‘bout animals in general? You’re always taking care of that wyvern you showed up with.
Wolfram: Heehee, yeah, I love being with animals. My fath-uuhh, I think it makes me feel at home for some reason. Maybe I kept a lot of pets when I was young? It soothes me.
Caspar: Oh yeah, guess that must be it.
Caspar: That’s it, then! Let’s keep pettin’ these boys ‘til you regain your memory! SOME of it has GOTTA come back after all that petting, yeah?!
Wolfram: *sweats* hahaha… I-I guess? Sure! I won’t say no to petting kittens!
Caspar: Great!
Caspar: But you just said this ol’ lady here isn’t a baby, right-
Wolfram: Look, all cats are kittens, okay? That’s a rule! Like all dogs are puppies!
B SUPPORT
Wolfram: Phew! There, now you’re all clean, Aquilo! Thanks for being so patient, boy!
Wyvern screeches
Wolfram: Hee-hee, no need to thank me! Now up you go, if you wanna go hunt for breakfast- wait, it’s this late already?! No wonder I’m starving! Then go on hunt your lunch, Aquilo! I’ll drop by the dining hall before I start seeing double from hunger!
Scene changes
Wolfram: Hm? What’s… that noise coming from the direction of the dining hall?
???: … -o, GO, GO!!
Wolfram: That sounds like a lot of people yelling… something? I don’t feel any danger, so I wonder what is it?
???: GO, GO!! WOOHOO!
Wolfram: …
Wolfram: … I’m so curious! I’ll go see it before getting something to eat!
Scene changes
Wolfram: Whoa! That’s a lot of people! Wh-what’s going on? They’re all making a circle like they’re watching something in the middle… Oh, wait, I can get on the tip of my toes and… *gasps* Caspar?! And, uh, Leonie? Hilda? Raphael…? What’s all- why is there a giant bucket of water...
Caspar: Vor- blughrt, vor vug’s *sputter* *cough* Dammit! I almost had it!
Hilda: Annnd we have a winner! Leonie retains her title as the champion, even though we didn’t have the crackers we were supposed to since Raphael ate them all!
???: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOO!!!
Raphael: It was a waste of food, alright? But congrats everyone! It was fun!
Caspar: ONE MORE TIME!
Wolfram: W-what’s going on?! I managed to walk past the crowd, but now that I look closer, all of your shirts are wet...
Caspar: Oh, Wolf! Good timing! D’you wanna challenge Leonie with me? She’s the only one who can say ‘for fuck’s sake’ with a mouth full of water -- or crackers -- without spilling! She’s the BOSS!
Wolfram: *sputters* W-what’s this about?
Caspar: A game, man! C’mon, it’s gonna be fun! We were supposed to do this with crackers and it gets so nasty, it’s HILARIOUS! We’ve been doing this every three weeks or so and Leonie keeps defending her title as the champion!
Leonie: I’m actually glad we changed from crackers to water, though. It really DID feel like a waste of food.
Raphael: Yeah!
Wolfram: *chuckles* This sounds super fun, can I play, too? There was nothing like this where I grew up- um, I mean, I think there wasn’t!
Caspar: Great! Either way, it’s gonna be a new memory! C’mon, I’ll teach you-
Wolfram: Learning from the one who just lost? Shouldn’t I ask Leonie to teach me instead?
Caspar: *gasps* You gotta stay by me, man! Let’s defeat her together!!
Scene fades to black
Wolfram: Bor bu- *gulps* Oh, no! I swallowed the water again!
Caspar: NOO! Let’s go back to crackers!
Leonie & Raphael: No way!
Wolfram: Hahah! It’s okay, Caspar, sorry I lost on our rematch, anyway! Though I don’t think I had the best teacher...
Caspar: Hey! My technique is flawless, okay?! Leonie’s the one doing something out of this world! I’m gonna find out what and I’ll win next time!
Leonie: Sure, you’re free to try, Tiny. See ya then.
Leonie and the others leave
Wolfram: Phew, that sure was fun! Somehow I managed to forget how hungry I was, haha! Guess all that water in my stomach tricked me.
Caspar: We’ll win next time for sure, ya hear? C’mon, let’s go eat something and then keep training!
Wolfram: Uh, training how to curse with water in my mouth?! Can’t we just wing it when the time comes?
Caspar: No way! We’re getting better before Leonie has the time to train more!
Wolfram: … I’m sure she just wings it, too, though…?
Caspar: Huh? What’re you doing still standing there? C’mon or we’re not gonna find two seats next to each other!
Wolfram: Haha, alright, I’m coming!
A SUPPORT (POST SKIP)
Caspar: Ouch, they, that stings, Wolfram!
Wolfram: Honestly! Of course it stings, you hotheaded, you-! If I had stronger medicine around, I would be sure to use it instead of this salve just so it would sting more!
Caspar: Owowow, you’re squeezing the bandages! It’s like I’m being beat-up all over again, man, calm down!
Wolfram: I AM calm! But you? What were you thinking, jumping in front of the enemy in the middle of battle like that?! I almost had a heart attack seeing you take those blows that were meant for me.
Caspar: You weren’t on your wyvern, man! I wasn’t gonna let you be mauled to death by those punks. You’re so thin and usually use magic, so I know I’m a better punching bag than you -- and I can punch back, too! Did you see me there? Hah, left, right, UPPERCUT! I beat them even more than they beat me, so it ended up being fine, didn’t it?
Wolfram, pouting: That might be true, but don’t do that again, okay? I can take a punch. And I don’t want people to get hurt because of me...
Caspar: No way! Back at the Academy you were always shaking and blue-in-the-face whenever we went on a mission! That stuck on me, man. I don’t mind breaking a bone or three, so you don’t need to get all panicky like that everytime I get hurt, you know? Did you know that the more a bone breaks, the stronger it gets? So even when I get hurt, I’m just gonna get stronger in the end!
Caspar: So don’t worry and just let me-
Wolfram: NO!
Caspar: !!
Wolfram: I don’t want the people I care about to get hurt! And I AM strong enough to protect myself!
Caspar: I’m not calling you weak -- I’m just sayin’ I’m strong! I’m not as big as Raphael and my muscles don’t pop up the buttons of my shirt, but I ain’t going down that easily. There’s literally no need to be this worried for me.
Wolfram, lowering head: I… There was actually something I’ve always wanted to tell you, even during our student days. I was planning to tell you after today’s battle, but then you did this stupid thing and- and now I’m… *sobs*
Caspar: Whoa whoa whoa there, d-don’t cry, Wolf! I’m fine, see? Look at this! *flexes* uh-ouch, ouch- that might’ve popped a vein...
Wolfram: *chokes* You are an idiot. *sniffles* Let me see that.
Caspar: I keep forgetting you know healing magic. Thanks again!
Wolfram: … No, Caspar. Thank YOU for saving me. I’m still angry at you for jumping in like that, but I’m no less grateful for the gesture.
Caspar: No problem, Wolf. I’d do it again, though, so you better get used to the anger, hah!
Wolfram: *sighs* I wanted to say this in a better mood, but here goes nothing.
Caspar: Huh? That’s… Oh, that’s the locket you’ve kept since back then, right? You said it was probably important to you before you lost your memory.
Wolfram: That’s… About that, Caspar. I’m sorry.
Caspar: Weh? What’re you apologizin’ for?
Wolfram: I… well… I never… *sighs* I never lost my memory in the first place. That was an elaborate story me and my siblings came up with so I would be able to mingle better here, since I knew nothing of this place.
Caspar, surprised: ...
Wolfram: And, uh, this locket? It has my most precious possession -- a dragonstone. It allows me to transform and…
Screen flashes white.
Caspar: *blinks* Wh-what happened- !! You-!
Wolfram: … There might’ve been better ways to say, but I think showing it directly would be easier than explaining. Although this is a VERY roundabout way of saying it, what I’m trying to say -- apart from the truth, of course -- is that I can very well take care of myself and that you don’t need to jump into danger to save-
Caspar: YOU HAVE WINGS?!
Wolfram: !!
Caspar: YOU HAVE WINGS, MAN! Turn around, lemme see ‘em! Whooooa, why didn’t you tell me this sooner?! We could’ve gone to SO MANY PLACES so fast! Sure, we flew on Aquilo sometimes, but this?! This is amazing!
Wolfram: … Um, uh-
Caspar: I don’t get why you’d keep quiet ‘bout something as cool and badass like that! You’re, like, a dragon?! Half a dragon? What. The. Fuck.
Caspar: How far can you fly? Can I get on Aquilo while you fly beside us? Oh! Maybe carry me?! What the hell, man, this is amazing.
Wolfram: You’re, um, not mad?
Caspar: Mad? Mad?! Yeah, I’m mad! I’m MAD AMAZED! Now you gotta tell me so much stuff- no, wait, show them to me instead! C’mon, we’re going flying right now-
Wolfram: Now wait just a moment, mister! You’re not leaving this bed!
Caspar: To hell with the bed, Wolf! Throw some more healing magic on me, or don’t! We’re gonna go outside, stat!
Wolfram: C-Caspar, wait- Don’t run! You’re gonna open your wouuuunds!!
S SUPPORT
Caspar: Puaah! Nothing like a good beer at night to scream ‘peace’, ey, Wolf?
Wolfram: *fidgets* Haha, yeah… Peace… We’ve truly won this war, huh? Byleth’s gonna live her life with Dimitri and… My role here...
Caspar: Huh? You’re mumbling there, Wolf. You okay? I thought you’d be happier ‘bout ending the fighting and stuff! You never liked it, right?
Caspar: It was fun, though, wasn’t it? Hahh, I guess I gotta go looking for more fights to get into, huh? Maybe a knight? Hmmm, or mercenary? I don’t gotta go back to my territory, but I guess I should pay Dad a visit before disappearing, huh?
Wolfram: Disappearing...
Caspar: Oh, do you wanna come with? Since you’re not from here, it’s not like you have somewhere to go right away, right?
Wolfram: !!
Wolfram: A-actually, I was going to ask you something like that, too...
Caspar: Muh? You want me to meet your dad, too?
Wolfram: T-that… well. Something l-like that, yes? And my Mother, too. And my siblings. And my friends.
Caspar: Haha! That’s a lotta people you wanna introduce to me! But sure, I’m game! We go visit my parents first for a bit and then we can go to your world- oh yeah, how are we gonna cross? You said you popped outta a portal like the one Byleth jumped out of after she changed her hair color, right? Are we gonna ask her to open another one? Or can you conjure one?
Wolfram: Um, we’re going to cross one, but it’s gonna come on its own- Wait a second. Wait just a freaking second. You’re really okay with coming with me to my world?! What if the portal never opens again? You’ll never see your family-
Caspar: Eh. About time I left to do my own stuff, yeah? I wasn’t actually planning on seeing them at all -- my Father’s fucking SCARY, Wolf -- but I just guessed I gotta, y’know? I helped win the war and all… They’re from the Empire, alright, but I think they’ll be just fine one way or another, so I’m good!
Caspar: Other than that, I’m more curious about the stuff you said ‘bout your world! Your WHOLE family’s like you, right? Dragons, man. Dragons!
Wolfram: C-Caspar, wait, you’re talking too fast. Calm down. I need a few moments.
Caspar: Yeah? What’s up?
Wolfram: Fwoooo, breathe in, hahhhh, breathe out. Fwwwoooooo… hahhhh… One more time.
Caspar: You okay, man? What’s this all about?
Wolfram: Caspar.
Caspar: Hm?
Wolfram: Cassspar.
Caspar: Spit it out, Wolf! Stop saying my name like that!
Wolfram: You REALLY don’t get the implications of accepting coming with me to my world, do you? At all?
Caspar: Implications? I’m gonna meet your family, like you’re gonna meet mine.
Wolfram: *sighs* You’re an idiot.
Caspar: I mean, you’re not gonna catch me saying I’m not, but what brought that on? Did I do something?
Wolfram: *fidgeting* How did you plan on introducing me to your family?
Caspar: My partner, of course!
Wolfram: *chokes* Partner-
Caspar: Aren’t we?! We’re unstoppable- wait, your hands on my face-mmpph!
Wolfram: ...
Caspar: mmph… That- that was a kiss. Did you- did you just kiss me.
Wolfram: … Yes, you idiot.
Caspar: *claps* AH! So it’s THAT kind of introducing to the family! I get it now! Hahaha!
Caspar, blushing: Oh, now I’m getting embarrassed, hah! Gods, I don’t think I know what to say now, especially after accepting everything without knowing what it all meant!
Wolfram: … Do you regret it?
Caspar: Hell no! C’mere you, and give me more of that! Mmmm!
Wolfram: Mmph! Y-you-
Caspar: Puahah! Turns out kissing you is WAY better than drinking the night away! Give me more!
Wolfram, blushing: A-anytime you want, of course, but- are you really okay with me? With… all of this?
Caspar: Hah! Do I look like I think too much? What matters is that we’re gonna be together, Wolf. And man, it took you to kiss me to realize how much I love being with you! Heck, I love YOU!
Wolfram: *sniffles* Oh, Caspar… I love you, too...
Caspar: Haha! Now bring those lips here...
Wolfram: So hasty...
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The Postman AU - Part 8
Your parents tried to have children for years… They were desperate to conceive a child, almost gave up on the idea, until finally your mother got pregnant with you.
Fragile child, born underweight and prematurely. You were the light of their eyes.
Now you were a teenager and still treated you as if you were going to get broken.
Homeschooled and trapped in your house. You didn’t need anything from the outside world.
Nothing. Until you saw the postman one day.
Postman AU/Angst/Fluff/Smut
Lay x reader
Masterlist
< Part 7 - Part 9 >
“It was selfish of me. It is my fault. How did I ever think that this could work? It’s not fair on you son.”
“It is! I love her! I didn-”
“Goodbye Yixing. You may keep your job in the post. I will make them re-hire you”
“But I can’t just leave. I can’t leave, I don’t want anything, just don’t take her away from me.”
“This... what happened. She isn’t like any girl you might of known before.” Whispered your father defeated.
“I never knew any other girl.” That caught your father’s attention. “Yes! At my age. Please blame my inexperience, I didn’t mean t-”
“You do realise how uncomfortable this conversation is, do you?” Queried your father not expecting an aster from Yixing.
“Are you still here? What are you doing here? Yeobo, kick him out before I murder him right here.” Threatened your mother.
“Samo-nim, if you please just le-” but Yixing was interrupted with the biggest slap he’s ever had the bad luck to receive. The impact was so big that he almost fell.
You father held your mother’s hands and motioned to Yixing to go for now. Yixing bowed feeling his tears on his hot cheek that stung in so many levels. Physically and emotionally he was ruined.
His legs didn’t really carry him well. What was this heavy feeling in his chest? Was this really it? The end?
With difficulty he went down the stairs, he noticed how his hand shook as he turned the main door’s doorknob to leave. He saw Junmyeon leaning on the car while he talked on the phone. When Junmyeon saw him he placed his phone on his pocket and ran towards Yixing.
“Hey! Hey hey! Yixing? What’s wrong with you? You look almost paler than me, apart from that nasty cheek!” Junmyeon tried joking the situation out. “Are you alright?” He asked hooking his arm with Yixing’s.
“Jun- Jun- she...”
“Let’s go home. You are coming with me Xing.”
On their way back Yixing tried to suppress his tears but he couldn’t. As tears went down drawing lines on his burning cheek it reminded him of the reason. He wished to rewind... the ability of rewinding just 24 hours back. None of this would of happened now aware a 100% of the situation.
“Yixing it’s OK.” Affirmed Junmyeon.
“It’s not OK, I almost killed her because I am apparently a pig that cannot control himself, also her parents hate me and they now what happened, also the engagement if broken off. Junmyeon- I- I want to die.” Yixing’s voice was breaking.
“Alright Yixing, so she didn’t die, you are not a pig, and I know they cannot just break it off, both of you are adult-”
“She is 17!”
“She will be 18 in what? 3 months?”
“Eight!” Exclaimed Yixing.
“Well damn! I didn’t know, but like OK still. You are worrying too much, you should focus in your exams.”
“I will not continue, Moon Changwook just told me I could keep my job at the post office.”
“I will pay your tuition, you are not quitting! Not now that you finally are doing what you li-”
“Junmyeon I am not. I will go back to my mother. I just hope ___ can forgive me one day.”
“Bullshit Zhang Yixing. You cannot just leave. Is that how you love ___?”
Yixing burst into tears, he was weeping at this stage, so much so that Junmyeon was worried, he questioned whether to stop the car and give Yixing a hug.
“Yah! Yixing! What the fuck man!? Since when are you this weak?”
“I lost her Junmyeon. I lost her because I-”
“Nonsense! Let’s just calm down for now and think of how to fix this.”
*****
Nothing was done other than re-reading your text conversations you had... He read and reread them day and night. Junmyeon tried to get Yixing out of bed but it was impossible. In the end and after 2 days Junmyeon gave up and thought that it would be better if Yixing got out of it alone and whenever he was ready.
This time Yixing didn’t even have the will to visit your dad like last time. He knew that he was no longer welcomed. He wanted to keep a good image at least with your dad that seemed to be more understanding than you mother when it came to you.
But he was going insane, when his eyes closed and when his eyes opened your image accompanied him everywhere he went and in everything he did. He was done waiting, he couldn’t anymore, at least he needed to make sure you were alright. What if you were really sick? What if what happened between you was actually the new reason for a new sickness? He was thinking incoherently, as if he never studied medicine himself.
But what if... what if you were dying because you had sex with him?
*****
“What do you mean doctor?” Asked your father puzzled.
“What you heard, she is doing better. There’s absolutely nothing wrong with her apart from being weak, and that, she’s been her whole life, so nothing new, but her hormones... everything is better. It was about time that she started to live a normal life, and... that boy is actually good for her.” Replied the doctor with a smile looking at your parents in the eye.
“So you are telling me that all them bruises and scratches that animal did on my daughter’s sensitive skin, and the stage she came back in was beneficial?” You mother inquired through her teeth breathing loudly.
“No. Certainly I didn’t mean that, but... being sexually active is not bad for her, she might seem young, but it’s normal and it definitely improved other things. I guess the boy was inexperienced that is ju-”
“Enough doctor,” interrupted your father “we got the message. Thanks for coming.”
It was true, everything was better, even your hormonal issues went to almost normal, it was just that fever that accompanied you always but nothing to do with Yixing.
It was very disturbing for your mother, she just didn’t want to hear that anything good came from Yixing, she thought she had gotten rid of him, but it seemed that sooner rather than later there will be another encounter.
The doctor left and your parents sat next to you, in silence, avoiding looking at each other, just looking at your innocent face that slept soundly.
“You know we have to do something about this Marie.” Said your father calmly looking at you.
“I hate him.”
“That is not coherent, you hate him, but ___ doesn’t. He’s done nothing wrong.” Your father made eye contact with your mother this time.
“The bruises that decorated your daughter’s skin says otherwise.”
“Marie please! I am trying to conduct a conversation here.” Your father’s voice raised making you open your eyes slightly.
“Appa.”
“Yes baby.”
“I want to see Yixing please. Please he must be so worried, I know he can’t handle being away from me. Why are you doing this to us? Appa, please.” You cried and gathered some strength to actually sit up.
Your mother was heart broken watching you beg your dad and not her, she felt that she was the reason of your misery.
“___ baby, it’s not that easy, he... he didn’t... he promised-”
“Please, I am sorry I am responsible for what happened, he didn’t want to.” You pleaded.
Your mother scoffed and stood up. “Yeah he couldn’t control himself, animal! He is just a filthy animal.” When the words left your mother’s mouth she almost regretted it immediately, but she was too stubborn to recognise it.
You started crying bringing your knees to your chest. “I just want to see him, please, I need him to know I am alright.” You voice sounded muffled as your face buried between your knees.
“Try to relax now. We will see what we can do.”
“Promise appa?”
“I promise honey, you are the most important thing in the world to me.”
Your dad kissed your forehead before tugging you again, the smile you gave as you closed your eyes, he somehow hoped your mother would see it. See how Yixing was the source of happiness they would never be able to provide to you, no money and no parental protection would ever replace Zhang Yixing.
*****
“It’s been a week, and all you’ve done is clean my apartment that doesn’t need cleaning.” Thundered Junmyeon watching Yixing as he ironed his shirts. “And that too, why are you ironing my shirts? I don’t want you to do that Yixing!”
“I want to feel useful, but you are right, I guess I should go back to my place.” Murmured Yixing looking down unplugging the iron.
“NO! Man you are not leaving until I see you are better. I want you to go back to your lectures.”
“We’ve talked about this, I will not do it. If I was studying before it was for ___.”
“And being a nobody is going to make ___ happy?” That came out way too harshly, Junmyeon didn’t mean it in that way and he realised late.
“All professions are something Kim Junmyeon.”
“Yixing wait! Wait man I didn’t mean it like that. Of course they are, and you know how much I love Baekhyun, he is cut for what he is, but you... you are a doctor. You were born to be one.” Junmyeon held Yixing’s shoulders as he tried reasoning with him.
“No I am not.” Cautioned Yixing removing his friend’s hands off his shoulders. “I have been a pain and I think I should go back home, I am doing better trust me.”
“Alright then, you are doing better so let’s celebrate.” Suggested Junmyeon.
“Sure Junmyeon.” Voiced Yixing as he moved to collect his belongings.
“No, I am serious, you know Luhan is in town again, he is staying at Minseok’s, and so let’s go for a couple of drinks. I’ll tell Baekhyun. Chanyeol will come I am sure Jongdae will join, it’s been long since we last met them. It will be great.”
“Not my thing Myeon-ah.”
“You are doing what I am ordering you to do because you owe me that much. Understood?” Junmyeon spoke knitting his eyebrows.
Yixing had no other option but to accept defeated.
Junmyeon insisted in dressing Yixing again, his suit pants ran a bit short but it was fashionable these days to show your ankles.
“I love you Yixing, you were born to look this luxurious.” Joked Junmyeon dusting Yixing’s shoulders smiling dumbly.
“Alright, thanks, let’s get this thing over with.”
“If you don’t make an effort to look like you are doing better and convince me then you will have to spend the rest of your life with me until you are alright again my friend.” Threatened Junmyeon making Yixing shake his head in discontent. “Don’t you want to spend some time with your friends? Don’t you miss us hanging out like we used to?”
“I do miss the guys, but we have grown up and your ways are not my ways, we are not children anymore and your interests are not mine.”
“Have some fun Yixing, live a little.”
“All I want is ___, you think I didn’t live because I never got drunk or slept with a 100 girls. Well I say you didn't live because you’ve never fallen in love Junmyeon.” Yixing surprised himself when his voice came out a little higher than intended.
“Checkmate Dr. Zhang, you are absolutely right, but for me.” Junmyeon embraced Yixing into a caring hug, “for me just try to enjoy yourself with us today, then we will sit down and try to figure out how to fix this, now that you actually decided to get out of the house. It’s a good start.”
Yixing corresponded the hug smiling. “Thanks Junmyeon, now let’s go have some fun.”
Junmyeon collected Baekhyun and Chnayeol on their way to the club where they were to meet Luhan, Minseok and Jongdae.
The guys were happy to see Yixing all dressed and looking forward to forget about his life issues momentarily, Baekhyun kept telling him how the place they were heading could make any man forget about anything and everything.
And he wasn’t lying, it was like entering hell itself, the way the bouncers made way for Junmyeon without having to wait in the queue and the way the crowd almost stopped doing anything they were doing watching the 4 elegant men make their way through the purple dim lit posh place made Yixing think how naive and ignorant he’s been all this time, places like this existed?
“Relax man.” Joked Chanyeol patting Yixing’s back making him walk a bit faster as his eyes couldn’t take the view all in one go.
The high ceilings and the crystal chandeliers, the decorations that looked as if almost everything was made out of glass, even the bar and the Champagne fountain. Making calculations of the money that was spent in building such a place or the jewellery that adorned the women’s necks and fingers. That is the way Yixing was looking at everything and everyone.
“Yixing you look like we have just kidnapped you from a school, relax your shoulders.” Baekhyun jested loving that his most righteous friend had finally decided on a fun night out.
“Oh there they are!” Announced Junmyeon finally spotting Minseok and Chen in the VIP booth that looked at if it suspended in the air, it’s flooring made out of glass too.
“But how- how is that... the booth it’s...” Yixing asked confused pointing with his finger at were Minseok and Jongdae stood leaning of the rail.
“It’s hanging Yixing, look see?” Junmyeon explained. “Come on, the view from up there is even better.”
Yixing followed his friends finally greeting Minseok and Jongdae who were delighted to see him after so long.
“Fucker how are you this good looking still?”
“Minseok hyung you look good too.” Replied Yixing shyly.
“But where is Luh-” Junmyeon cut himself when he looked further inside the booth, Luhan wasn’t waisting his time.
“He said he’s been working a lot lately and Korean girls are his favourite.” Replied Jongdae cheekily explaining why Luhan was being straddled by an impressive looking girl on the long couch.
“Hey Luhan! Yixing is here man!”
Luhan pulled away from that kiss that looked endless rubbing his swollen lips smiling at the guys, he asked the girl to move and he came to greet Yixing that he missed the most.
They spoke in Mandarin as the guys eyed the girl than sat in the white velvet couch waiting for her manly man to come back.
“Yah Lu, your whole face is covered in lipstick.”
“Damn it! I told her not to- but... Anyways Yixing so how is that I see you in a place like this?” Teased Luhan.
“I don’t even know myself, I guess I missed you too much that I made some sacrifices.” Exclaimed Yixing.
“We shall make this night unforgettable.”
It was a mistake for sure, soon the guys found company and even Junmyeon got distracted getting lucky with 2 ladies at the same time, he couldn’t form words as his crotch was being touched by a girl while the other kissed his neck. Yixing just wanted to go home but the choice and assortment of colourful bottles that looked like they could wipe any problem were too inviting not to try out.
He clicked his fingers and the bartender that also was a very attractive female leaned over smiling. “Yes? What can I get you?”
“I have no clue what you can get me, but surprise me with something heavy and not too bitter.”
“Not a drinker I take it, but want to forget.” She winked.
“Precisely, I don’t know what you are going to give me but please make it strong and straight to the point were I could pass out, that way we will go home earlier and maybe sleep tonight.”
The girl nodded mixing an series of liquids. “Pity, you look like you could have some fun without this stuff.” She chanted shaking the cocktail shaker.
“Not interested in anything that is not forgetting, please just-”
“Here it is.” She poured a blue substance into a glass with ice.
It burned as it went down his throat, tears forming while remembering everything that had happened between you two, almost feeling your skin under his fingertips. The same skin he would never be able to touch anymore.
“Another one.” He demanded.
“It’s quite heavy, I made it so you have one of those and you are served for the night.”
“Another one!” He cried slamming his hand on the bar.
She didn’t argue and by his third one he was just repeating your name, thinking to himself how good would it be to see you about... right now.
“Whoah there buddy? Where are you going?” Asked Baekhyun straightening Yixing.
“Pee, I need to pee or I’ll do it right here.” Yixing sounded funny, like he’s never heard him before.
“No no man you go, but need help?”
“With what? Getting my ding dong out and-”
“OK hyung! Never mind, geez...” Retorted Baekhyun.
Yixing walked with difficulty and Junmyeon noticed that Yixing was definitely drunk already, Baekhyun motioned with his hand that he was just heading to the toilet so Junmyeon relaxed in his seat letting the ladies continue their treatment on his needy muscles.
As soon as Yixing was downstairs he headed to the door and without much effort he found a VIP taxi ready to take him wherever he asked.
It took what it seemed like 2 seconds.
“Sir! Sir we have arrived, if this is the house you indicated.”
Yixing raised himself and finally smiled when he recognised the fence that surrounded your house, he smiled like dumbly and without thinking he opened the door of the taxi.
“Sir! Wait! I can drive you inside.”
Yixing sat back in his seat while the driver pressed the intercom button to be let inside.
“Sir are you sure there are people in the house?”
Yixing panicked, what if you had moved? A rush of soberness took over him.
“Try again! They are home!”
But nothing...
Yixing got desperate and went out of the car, he held onto the fence crying like a baby.
“Sir? Would you like me to take you somewhere else?”
Yixing noticed a light turning on the kitchen where you used to meet.
“There are here!” He shouted.
“Who is this?” Yixing recognised Hyunsung ajeossi’s voice through the intercom.
“Ajeossi! It’s me! It’s me Yixing!”
He opened the gate without hesitation, even though all the house workers knew that he was no longer part of your future, nonetheless they all loved him. Hyunsung noticed Yixing’s drunken voice and the urge to help him took over his actions.
When the gates opened Yixing tried running inside but he tripped on his own feet meeting the ground.
“Sir! Are you alright?” The diver asked alarmed when he saw blood on Yixing’s mouth as he turned over.
“I am, I just bit myself.” Laughed Yixing as if nothing.
The taxi driver helped him on his feet sitting him back in the vehicle. Yixing had started a nervous crying, he was excited but he knew that this would only bring him more trouble, now looking the way he looked, blood covering his mouth and jaw, drunk like a skunk... he didn’t care, he just wanted to see you at all costs.
Hyunsung was standing waiting for the taxi to come his way, he was trying to motion with his hands to drive slower, fearing to wake your parents.
Yixing opened the door of the car while still moving, the taxi driver was loosing his patience.
“Yixing son! What are you doing here?”
“I just want to see her, one last time, please!” He drunkly affirmed walking towards the door, but Hyunsung stopped him.
“Can I get paid and leave?” Asked the taxi driver pissed.
Hyunsung fished Yixing’s wallet from his back pocket while he tried to steady him. “How much do we owe you?”
“₩20,000.”
“Wow, quite pricey!”
“Well... I need to clean the mess your buddy here has done, besides this is a VIP taxi.”
“Sure... well you will have to wait here because we don’t have enough. Come on Yixing son, stay quiet in the kitchen while I get the money.” Advised Hyunsung throwing Yixing’s arm around his neck walking inside.
Once inside he sat him down shushing him before he went to get the taxi fare, Yixng leaned on the table, he was still sobbing and of course the rest of the house would hear him any moment.
“Yixing son please, stop! Sajang-nim is here and if he hears you... I’ll go pay the taxi now please stay quiet.”
Hyunsung paid the taxi driver and came back.
“Come let me see your injuries” He said lifting Yixing’s face. “Nothing major I see you might of bitten your lip a bit harshly. I will clean you and offer you a glass of water and then you should call your friends to collect you. I can do nothing more.”
“___! I want to see ___!”
“Yixing!” Whisper-shouted Hyunsung. “This so unlike so you Yixing, don’t make me regret opening the door for you, I will get in big trouble.”
At that very moment they heard the door of the kitchen opening and your dad tying up his robe, his facial expression unreadable.
“What is all this?”
“Sajang-nim, I am sorry, I just had to see what the matter was with Yixing.”
“It’s almost 1 AM.” Said your father not very happy.
Yixing stood up and went on his knees, he kneeled to the floor grabbing your dad’s feet crying desperately. “Please, just let me see her, I will leave after, I will leave forever, but I need to see her.”
Your father bent down patting on Yixing’s shoulder. “Stand Up!” He demanded firmly cutting Yixing’s sobs making him raise his head meeting your father’s eyes. “Don’t you ever act this weak ever again! You hear me Zhang Yixing?!”
Yixing nodded his eyes doubling in size, he knew he’d gone too far and then his tears started flowing again sounding like a desperate little girl crouching on the floor.
“Hyunsung thanks, you may go back to bed I will take it from here.”
Once alone, your father patted on Yixing’s back. “Now stop it!”
“And so you will let me see her? Please, please I will do anything.”
“You are drunk and you are hurt somewhere, I really don’t know how you thought doing something like this would make me let you see ___.”
As your father kept speaking Yixing stomach flipped and your father saw it coming, he pulled Yixing just in time guiding him to the small toilet, Yixing vomited inside the toilet bowl as your father held his head still until he was done.
“What have you drank there son? You are one of those people that drink till they get to this stage? What else I didn't see? It’s like you are this person I don’t know and trusted and...”
Yixng leaned on the basin looking down, he’s somehow sobered, even though he was still dizzy and didn’t know how he got there. If he had a chance before, he’s blowed all his chances now. He saw your father’s hand opening the tap bringing his head down and forcing it under the ice cold water to run on his head.
“Wash and call Junmyeon to collect you. I’ll go make you some coffee.”
Yixing washed his face trying not to cry, he willed himself to swallow his tears but as his knees shook and his mind started coming back to him he felt worst than before drinking. Here he was, at your home, creating a scene, vomiting and definitely the in the worst shape he’s ever been exposed in front of your father. What else could go wrong?
He washed his face and dried his hair with the towel realising there was a female voice talking to your father, of course it was his worst nightmare your mother. He fixed his har and tried to clean the blood stains from his shirt, he opened the door walking outside realising he couldn’t walk properly. He cleared his throat and made his way to were they were standing next to the coffee machine.
“Oh look there he is, the filthy rat that that dares coming here looking like the beggar he is, drunk and creating a scene. How dare you coming here in the middle of the night-”
“Marie! Enough.” He shut her and proceeded in offering a cup to Yixing. “Here son, drink it all it’s a double shot of espresso, it should help.”
Yixing nodded taking the cup and drinking it in one go, he set it in the table never making eye contact with any of them.
“Right so what are you waiting for? We have been way to nice to you. Now fucking call someone to collect you! No! Where is Hyunsung? Let him drop him out of here!” Your mother’s tone getting louder.
Yixing took his phone out and searched for Junmyeon’s phone number, he just needed to press but he sighed and looked up meeting your parents gazes, your father’s gentle and worried completely the opposite to your mother’s. He chew on the inside of his cheek trying to speak but deciding against it, the alcohol still very present in his system. He swallowed and looked at his phone again not wanting to call Junmyeon. Not just yet.
“What are you fucking waiting for? Give me that phone!”
“Marie please, let him speak.” You father turned to Yixing again. “Son you want to say something?”
“I- I- sajang-nim... while I am here... maybe...”
Your mother walked towards Yixing and poked on his chest with her pointer finger. “You-are-never-going-to-see-her-again!” She was walking making him walk backwards. “UNDERSTOOD?”
With that last comment Yixing tripped over falling backwards banging his head on the hard flooring of the kitchen.
“Marie! Marie move away! What are you doing?” Shouted your father going on his knees. “Yixing! Yixing?” Called your father desperately shaking Yixing’s shoulders.
“Did he die? Why isn’t he responding?” Asked your mother coldly.
“Hyunsung! Hyunsung!” Exclaimed your father as he patted on Yixing’s cheeks gently to make him regain consciousness.
“Yes sajang-nim!”
“Pick him up and take him to the guest’s room upstairs!”
“What? No! Call his fried and ask him for his address so Hyunsung can dump him there” Suggested your mother.
“If you don’t shut up Marie you will be the one leaving this house.” Concluded your father following Hyunsung that carried Yixing upstairs.
She was left speechless, she scoffed and looked at the ceiling not believing what she heard, her beloved Changwook, speaking to her the way he did in front of the driver... She leaned on the kitchen counter thinking she was loosing territory, that this will definitely play against her cause. She looked at the floor and noticed a small stain of blood knowing exactly that it must of been from Yixing’s head. She swallowed thickly and suddenly she felt this feeling she never thought she would.
Worry.
Genuine worry for the boy that was causing her nightmares... But also the reason of your ultimate happiness.
Your happiness.
Your happiness that she had just caused him an injury in his head.
She ran outside the kitchen and went straight to the visitor’s room upstairs hearing your father giving commands to Hyunsung. She held her breath sinking her nails on the wall behind her. She took a deep breath before peeking inside the room watching your father carefully undress Yixing.
“I- I think his head...” she whispered opening the door.
Your father turned to see your mother standing at the door. “His head?”
“There was blood in the floor.”
Your father checked and indeed saw a small cut. “Oh my god! Call the doctor Marie don’t just stand there!”
You woke up when you heard a car pulling over in the driveway of your house, the reflexion of the headlights on the ceiling of your room. You were cold, cold and your heart stung more than usual.
“Thanks doctor for coming.” You heard your father say.
Your doctor was there? But why? You haven’t complained about anything unusual to have him coming this late at night, and your parents weren’t even near you.
You shoved the duvet aside and tiptoed your way to your door peeking outside, the corridor of your house was very long but you recognised your mother standing outside the visitor’s room, she looked uneasy, not in her usual self, not for something not related to your health.
A couple of minutes later your father and your doctor appeared, your father looking angry and not wanting to look at your other. What was happening?
Your father proceeded in guiding the doctor to his office and your mother followed them quietly. When they closed the door you found the opportunity to sneak in that room. You put your robe on and tiptoed your way to see that mysterious visitor.
Could it be? But why would he...
You pushed the door open and you saw Yixing lying down in the bed covered with a thin sheet, his cheeks rosey and you just couldn’t believe what he was doing there and why he looked the way he looked.
You heard the door of your father’s office opening and as an instinct you entered the visitor’s room and locked it behind you leaning on the door, your breath getting laboured not knowing what to do.
You heard footsteps and the doorknob of the room moving trying to enter.
“It’s locked!” Exclaimed your father form outside.
“How? I didn’t lock it!” Said your mother.
“___? Are you there?”
“What happened to him?” You inquired from behind the door.
“Open the door honey.”
“No! Tell me why is he here looking like this?”
“He is alright he just fell and fainted.” Affirmed your father still trying to open the door.
“I will take care of him leave us alone.” You plainly stated.
“___! Open the door!” Your mother’s firm voice.
“NO!”
“Leave her Marie, leave them alone.”
When you heard your father’s gentle voice suggesting to leave you alone you gained more courage and ignored them. You turned to Yixing untying your robe and without thinking it twice you got under the covers with Yixing. You cupped his face and kissed his cheeks looking at him and caressing his forehead before resting your head on his chest, forcing his lifeless arm to wrap around you.
“What have they done to you? Tell me what happened? Oppa tell me! Open your eyes!” You pleaded burying your face on his chest, your hand caressing his bare chest. “I missed you you know? Like I think really nothing is worth it if you aren’t near me. Don’t leave me, let’s escape, let’s go to China, I would love to meet your mom, I will make you happy I promise!”
Your parents heard you and they knew that it was going to be stupid trying to separate you from him.
You looked up again and now you kissed his lips slowly running your fingers through his hair, you then noticed a dressing on his head worrying you more. “Yixing oppa, I will get mad if you don’t open your eyes again. Please tell me you are alright.”
You then felt his arms wrapping around your waist, a smile drawing on his face. “Aren’t you supposed to keep kissing me until I open my eyes m’lady?”
“Oppa~~~ oppa!”
“Kiss here.” He pointed with his index finger at his lips.
You smiled and lowered yourself brushing your lips against his, your eyes wide open.
“Your kiss is so bad, I guess I will faint again until you kiss me properly.” He teased speaking in your mouth.
“Oppa!”
Yixing flipped you over forcing your mouth open, he tasted funny but you let him lead you. “I missed you my beautiful butterfly.”
His hand already at your centre making you gasp, his hard erection poking your thigh. How did all this escalate so quick? Wasn’t he just unconscious? He was acting weird, he wasn’t himself...
“Oppa?”
“What? Don’t you miss me?”
“I do but, you smell funny, and your mouth...” You tried straightening yourself but he pulled you back down now him straddling you looking at your innocent expectant expression. “Oppa?”
“___, I am drunk, I am sorry.” He sat back on the bed covering his face with his hands.
“It doesn’t matter, you are here with me, and my parents know, and I am going to spend the night with you on this bed, let’s cuddle till you sober up.”
You pulled his arm and placed your head back on his chest kissing his soft skin. He kissed the crown of your head and fell heavily asleep in less than 2 minutes.
*****
Yixing opened his eyes and found you cuddled up on his chest, your legs curled up with his and the biggest headache he’s ever had the bad luck to experience present.
*Knock on the door*
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A/N: Long overdue, drama far from over.
Thanks for reading, feedback always welcomed ^_^
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Sarah I told my parents about my eating disorder and now they're creating a meal plan for me to stick to. The thing is, I don't know if I'm ready to recover. Every time I think about eating the food I start to panic. I was crying for hours just thinking about it. I don't know if I'm ready yet.
first of all, i’m so, so proud of you for accepting you have a problem and reaching out for help. that can be the hardest part of the recovery journey for a lot of people, and you’re already past that hurdle. well done!
keep in mind that everything i’m about to say is stuff that helped me get from starvating to eating intuitively and from hating my body to viewing it neutrally. this just comes from my experience, and since i’m not you i have no idea what will and what won’t help. so don’t be discouraged if anything i say doesn’t immediately help you, or help you at all. that said, here are some things to think about: (under the cut because this is reeeeally long and it’s basically my “ED Recovery For Dummies” walkthrough lol)
your brain is starved of nutrients right now. that exacerbates your eating disorder and any other mental/neurological disorders you may have. things will get easier once you start refeeding your brain, i promise. it won’t be this hard forever.
you have a disorder. you’re sick. i know you logically know that, but do you internalize it? do you understand that your brain is screaming at you to self destruct because it’s sick? you, yourself, the lovely anon in my inbox, the amazingly strong person who stepped forward to ask for help, do not actively want to starve themself. you don’t truly want this - your disorder is tricking to you. recovery from an eating disorder is no different than physical therapy after breaking an arm. it’s going to be tough, but you need to build your strength back to heal. here’s the thing: until you’re firmly in recovery, you’re never going to feel ready to recover. that’s part of being sick. just like until you’ve gone through physical therapy, your arm is going to hurt! but in the end, it’s all worth it.
food is fuel. food is fuel. food is fuel. you wouldn’t try to drive a car 100 miles on a drop of gasoline, would you? of course not, that’s not how cars work - and that’s not how your body works! think about all of the amazing things your body needs fuel to be able to do. pet dogs, walk through the park, smile at babies, hug your family, read books, whatever you enjoy doing. you can’t drive to the beach without gas and you can’t walk on the beach without food.
this part may be diffiult to accept right now, but keep it in mind anyway: food is just fuel. a stick of celery and a cookie are both fuel, they’re just different types of fuel. we needs all types of fuel to be able to function the way that we want to. that said, it’s perfectly fine to enjoy fueling your body. it’s not a reflection of your character if you bond with your family over a nice meal. it’s not sinful to have a treat when you want one. no food is the enemy, and when you stop seeing food as the enemy, ironically, you’ll have more control over it.
in the same vein as thinking about the things you need food to do, make a list of all of the positive things your body does. i’m not a big advocate for body positivity because it’s just not realistic to think we’re the hottest thing to ever walk the earth every second of every day (heck, not even the people we think are the hottest thing to ever walk the earth think that!) but i do firmly believe in respecting that your body is a work of art that is powerful and utilitarian. you might wish your (body part) was (smaller/bigger/rounder/straighter/whatever) but at the end of the day, your body is a miracle in motion. your nose, however pointy or round or big or small, smells because of billions of years of evolution that collided to create the perfect you that smells. your legs, however long or short or soft or stick-like, are the reason you can walk from point a to point b. they are strong enough to carry you for miles. did you know humans have the best endurance of any animal on planet earth? prehistoric humans stayed alive only because they chased animals until the animals just couldn’t walk anymore. we migrated all over the planet because our legs can take us all the way from africa all the way to alaska. and your legs can do that! isn’t that amazing?
remember: you’re not just eating a scary meal. you’re retraining your brain to have a more neutral view of food. you’re retraining your body to use food as fuel. you’re retraining your willpower to do what you want, not what the disorder wants. mealtimes may be a battle, but you’re going to win this war.
not all of these may help you right away, but they’re good things to be aware of. they won’t all come to you at once. for me, just surrounding myself with these positive reminders, even when i didn’t fully believe them, eventually helped me internalize them.
some extra tidbits:
self care, whatever that means to you, is a huge part of body neutrality and recovery. for me, it’s reading, having a bedtime routine and set bedtime schedule, having a good skincare routine, volunteering, and reparenting myself. for you, it could be playing the obo and painting your toenails. just find what works for you. when it’s hard, think about how you would treat someone you love, or maybe a child that was in your care, and treat yourself that way. eventually you’ll learn to love yourself.
surround yourself with positive people. drop negative people. if someone tries to talk to you about their ~new crazy fried chicken and tissue paper diet that made them lose 9489374 pounds in ten seconds~ explain to them that you’re not the person to be talking aboutt that with. if they don’t respect that, give them the boot. the reason for this is because you need to cultivate a life where you can grow. think about it like you’re a gardener fertilizing the soil, picking the weeds, and watering a plant so that it can bloom into a beautiful flower. your surroundings have a huge impact on your mental health! in speaking of surrounding yourself with positive people,
this video explains exactly how i started recovery.
^ @oatsnjen‘s entire channel did wonders for me. she gives lots of advice about countering diet culture/disordered eating in her eating vlogs. she showed me what a healthy amount of food looked like and taught me that eating a healthy amount of food with some treats whenever you want them won’t make you die of a heart attack.
@whatmiadidnext is generally an amazing channel (though some videos can be stressful because she speaks out about serious issues in society, so just be careful if you’re super sensitive). here’s a great video that helped me realize that recovery is possible, albeit slow. here’s her explanation of intiutive eating. this is really what i based my current “diet” (meaning how/what/when/etc what i eat) on.
i need to follow more recovery/positivity blogs on tumblr, but my faves right now are @carissa-n-cream @chaoticawakening @sheisrecovering @edo-vivendum @queen-of-carbs @peachisty @sketchesinstillness. just generally focus on keeping your surroundings positive!
i reccomend staying away from the “hey guys i eat nothing but organic oxygen and gmo free dirt and do a billion pushups a minute to burn it off and i’m healed from my eating disorder! :-)” folks because they can lead you down a path of pseudo-recovery. i’m not going to call anyone out, but just ask yourself if a blogger/vlogger/tweeter/whatever 1. views food as fuel 2. exercises to care for their health, not to keep a certain body shape and 3. focuses on the positive - it’s okay to talk about the difficult parts of recovery, but it may be harmful if someone has the attitude of “woe is me look how sad and tiny and little uwu i am.” answer for yourself if they’re a good influence on you or not.
good luck anon; my inbox is always open and i’ll be praying for you. 💕
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Hello!
Hello could I have explained ship with Bts and exo please?i am a mild extrovert who loves animals and babies a lot. People who don’t know me as well would describe me as shy and demure but with my friends I am known an the quirky funny yet oddly charming one lol in my group and often notice small things others wouldn’t. I love cuddles and humor is a must in any relationship with me haha.i can be very random sometimes and I love pulling harmless pranks, thriller and horror movies ,anime,ADVENTURES, mangas, comics etc.i am very caring to someone I like and like assisting people whenever I can.i often space out and do weird stuff without realizing it.i love old people as well because they can be adorable sometimes like my grandma haha. More tomboyish than girly. Friends say I am adorable tho becuz of my automatic facial expressions and my ability to get hurt anywhere haha.family is everything to me. Can be blunt sometimes and tease you a lot lol . I believe in the possibilities of aliens fully and have theories abt them lmao. Going to volunteer at animal shelters and nursery homes soon.im okay with pda but u can guarantee I will be blushing a lot and be all over the place ( I do blush easily ugh). Would love it if my partner was my partner is crime with me . Love amusement parks and playgrounds. Can be very playful one minute then the next I’d just wanna lay down and cuddle and have deep talks.love acting out scenarios by myself lol.loveeee babies and would like to have three at least when married.i tend to ask a lot of weird random questions and my friends get a headache everytime I ask them lol and they often say they can’t understand how my mind works .altho I can be quite childish , I know when to be serious and can give pretty good advice to ppl who need it. Loyalty is a must for me as I am extremely loyal to both friends and partner. I can be sensitive at times as well and will cry out of anger or sadness easily which I hate.i love playing games which both of us can enjoy and also like playing badminton and tennis. My fashion style is usually casual and simple with a elegant or tomboyish touch to it altho when going out I tend to go more towards the casual sophisticated style haha. I love beanies , snap backs and hoodies as well as sweaters.since I’m 5"2 , apparently everything I do makes me look adorable (according to friends)and the fact that I have a tomboyish personality doesn’t help lol. I can be girly sometimes and it usually involves me touching anything cute and fangirling over it haha.i love drawing,painting and listening to new music and discovering them as well.i give at least 110% to everything I am passionately towards. Thanks and keep up the hard work!😚
Of course, hun! Tbh you sound like a bundle of fun to hang out with! And thank you! I’ll do my best to keep working hard! <3
From BTS I ship you with... V!
Okay so this was a done deal the minute you said you’d want them to be your partner in crime. I mean, loving animals and kids? Being quirky and funny? I think this boy has those covered and would join you in playing with animals or do strange things to make you laugh. I personally view him as someone who, once he was committed to someone in a relationship, would be loyal to the end. And I think he’d take you on dates to amusement parks or just on walks through a park, and would be amused that you go from playful to cuddly. And having random conversations about things like aliens? I don’t see a problem there. I could however see him randomly hugging you or something just to see you blush and you’d just see him smiling that big rectangle smile at you and poking your cheek. Over all, I could see there not being a dull moment, and having so many random conversations that just end in him poking your nose while cuddling and just being completely adorable!
And from EXO I ship you with... Xiumin!
Okay so I was tempted to say Baekhyun or Chanyeol, but for some reason, I felt like Xiumin was a better fit! Okay so I personally think that this guy has a great sense of humor (all I can think of is his “Hawaii” pun lol). I think he’d also be someone who would notice certain things about people that others might not, and I feel like he is someone who would want to be there for people and give advice when he can, so you’d have a partner in that. I also think he would be a bit of a prankster, so either you two could team up on someone else, or you’d have the prank war of your life. I feel like he’s also someone who would highly value loyalty in a relationship, and would do his best to be there for both you and your family. I think he’d be someone who would be a more private person with skinship other than small things like holding hands or something, but if he were in the right mood, he might hug you or peck your cheek just to see you blush a bit, but I don’t see that happening often. I’d see s lot of your dates being something simple like going to a playground and just talking about anything and everything while sitting on the swings!
I hope you like your ships, and sorry if you didn’t get your biases! (You got two of mine lol <3) Gifs used are not mine: credit to the owner(s)! <3
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I have to say goodbye to my cats after 4 years. Goodbyes are the impossible, they are unsatisfying, tear-jerking, they are longer hugs and swelling eyes. And the animals never seem to know, or they just won’t come over to you like they normally do. They meow and jump on counters when hungry. Cat energy, like the way Egyptians liked them, is real and soft and between worlds. They are funny and majestic and get chubby and meow and stick up their asses with tickle-pleasure and they love to drool and have wet noses they wipe their hair on you with. I keep thinking about taking the flight with both of them in their crates, which isn’t the right word. Tank is the soft, sensitive one, he is old and drools whenever happy. He has big nervous eyes. And gets really hungry but sits back and lets the other cat do the talking. Tank likes to hang out on my chest when lying down. And likes to knead my shirts and skin with his untrimmed nails. Another problem is that I don’t have a place of my own to take them, which is the major problem of the story. I haven’t been a responsible adult. I’ve been sitting around and getting high and couldn’t even admit until today that I want to be an artist, am an artist. I could never see the benefits of the jobs to stick around and save. Just wanted to leave town every time. Which I did last year and this year, multiple times. Now I’m gone for good and so will they, can’t even see them on facetime anymore, and will have to be immortalized in tattoo form. I could afford a tattoo but not a fucking room or apartment. It makes me sad. God and flavorful coffee’s plans. Time is spent with cats in the the flowing river of present-moment-juice-ness. Cats are just there, in the moment, no past or future, only here and now, being here now. They are purely hedonistic in the most primal and wonderful way, they were all kittens once, like all dogs were puppies, and anyone reading this was once a baby. But we get older and we have drug habits and social ones and anxieties and doing everything at the wrong times, with mostly wrong reasons. Cats spend time drooling and sleeping and wiping their hairs and noses on who and whatever is around. They are powerless. They used to hide and try to run away. My dad used to be worried about them. He adopted them, but I loved them. I didn’t get it at first, but immediately grew to love them, especially tank, who is my baby boy. I will love him forever, he means as much to me as any human. I love Tank. And his life has been hard, he is a scarred, anxious, fat, smelly kitty. He is a funny, sweet, soft, plump boy, with those big nervous crazy green eyes, they look right into your soul, truly. But over the course of time, people came and went, I was the only one who really liked having the cats around, the only one who loved them. To everyone else around, my brothers and dad, they were a hassle. No one understood them except me. And no one I know can take them. But everyone knows how much I love them, but it still doesn’t matter to them, or even me for that matter, look at where I am, what I’m doing. Not with them. And my dad got a serious girlfriend with kids who are allergic to cats and he feels he must move in with them, so that’s it. They go back to the shelter, the shelter that doesn’t kill them if they don’t get adopted. Life is fickle and dynamic and probability and crying and moving on from momentary emotions like you’re on acid. Life is the cliche of crying on acid. Life is crying on acid. Life is really smoking with Daniel Slider, smoking next to on a walk, on Lansdowne paths in rainy december evenings, 1 week before Vietnam, before everything changed, still going crazy at Northern Virginia jobs that weren’t dog-sitting. Because dog-sitting is pure love. Life is drinking budweiser tall cans in the sunset of virginia summer days swimming with shoes on in the strong current bouncing off wet-hot island rocks in the Shenandoah River with or without the inner tubes and rock-climbing in the woods and smoking joints everywhere and wearing the wrong clothes with my favorite real life gurus and super heroes and baby-men geoff and justin. And getting your dick sucked the night before but the next day is always missing the right emotions from the parties involved to really build something. And getting drunk and driving back and really discussing over new rap music, should we take acid just because it’s something to do and we’ve got enough weed to last a while? We never take it, but when we do, words couldn’t even begin. Love you, Leesburg, for everything you are and aren’t and everything we did and didn’t do and I’ll be coming back for you sometime, now that I know what you what you look like from afar. Sitting around, high or whatever, with cats just watching tv with you or the sunrise or just purring while you read your book, it’s just right. It’s different than with dogs. It’s just different. And I remember the first time being around my cats on acid and tank walking underneath the 3 am living room table and jumping onto the arm of the green chair and meowing and justin couldn't smoke weed and skating around 1 am river creek streets and doing powerslides on a cruiser deck with hard wheels. And then it rained so we just carried our boards back. And I drove from Reston and over a curb and on the toll road. And was between jobs. A year ago my dad and I moved out of River Creek, where we lived since I was 12, when my family was still a unit, when things were normal, in a way. And Tank and Sniper moved with us. They were seamless, we just picked up and kept moving. I really grew to love my room at dad’s new house, it was mine. And Tank and Sniper came in all the time and did their things, soaking up sunshine and himilayan salt lamps and the miles davis poster and the steal your yin-yang flag and the full metal jacket poster and the Dustin Lee art and the ikea furniture and the mounds of clothing. And before that, I moved away to Richmond for 6 months, came back frequently, but still said bye to cats. This year went to Vietnam for a month, said goodbye again. I missed them so much, but it was ok. And now I’m across the country, and they have to be given up. We’re already gone, I’m already dead. Reading with cats is nice. It’s extra motivation to stay put and comfortable and warm, and they like to rub their mouth on bookends, no matter what. They are a good animal to be high with, the best. Fate has brought me to California, for whatever-the-fuck, however-fucking-long. I left the cats in the past, in my living existence, in my heart. And fate brought them into my family and life in 2015. The question has become, will they go on to help someone else is the way the helped me and made me able to love them and appreciate them and pet them, and just recognize whatever bit of inner peace is in us, Tank, Sniper, and I. And you, for reading this.
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