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authormars · 30 days

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Idk if you’ve already posted about this, but I’m gonna ask anyways.

what’s each of the brother’s (Diavolo and Barb included) biggest insecurity? :p

Ah, a post I can make into a long actual thing. I'm counting both physical and emotional

Lucifer

Lucifer's biggest insecurity would be his scars.

Lucifer regularly tells himself how perfect he is, but every time he looks in a mirror and finds his body littered in scars from battles long lost and won, from playful (and not so playful) fights with his brothers, from simply accidentally hurting himself, anything, it reminds him he isn't. Lucifer always covers even the smallest of scars, hating not being that perfect being. Perfection is his biggest flaw.

Mammon

Mammon's biggest insecurity would be his greed.

The knowledge that he would sell anything and everything for money. He knows it's not good. He doesn't want it to be this way. He hates being called a scumbag and an idiot and every insult his brothers hurl at him. He just can't control it. His greed controls him.

Leviathan

Levi doesn't really have a biggest insecurity. The answer would probably be everything.

He isn't as naturally knowledgeable as Lucifer. He isn't as charming as Mammon. He isn't as quick of a learner as Satan. He doesn't have Asmo's perfect body. He isn't strong like Beel. He couldn't choose not to care like Belphie. He is envious of everyone, insecure about anything.

Satan

Satan's biggest insecurity is feeling like a copy.

He can't stand that he was originally Lucifer. Everything he is came from his brothers. Not just Lucifer. Beel taught him how to work-out. Asmo taught him how to do his make-up. Levi taught him how to play games. Mammon taught him how to get under people's skin. Everything he is, everything he has, is because of his brothers. He's not a real demon, he's a creature of wrath molded by his brothers.

Asmodeus

Asmo's biggest insecurity is his ability to love.

Ever since the fall, all he's felt, all he's known is lust. It hinders him. Nudges it's way into his every thought. Is he even capable of love anymore? Can he hold the hand of another and feel anything except the need to bed them? It's almost as if Asmodeus doesn't exist anymore. As if all he is is lust. He fears that more than anything.

Beelzebub

Beel's biggest insecurity is his strength.

He was made to be strong. To be a protector. He works hard to keep that up. He wants to be a protector for his brothers. Someone safe for them to be around. But he fears sometimes his strength goes to far. He holds his hands close to himself so that he won't hurt anyone with just a simple hug. What's the point of having strength if all you can do is harm?

Belphegor

Belphie's biggest insecurity is that he believes Lilith should've been chosen, not him.

Ever since they fell, he's been nothing but problematic. At first, when he transitioned with his sin. Then, attempting to kill humans and fight against the exchange program. Then killing the exchange student his brothers cared for so much. Then making Lucifer's every day a living hell. What good did he have to be alive if all he did was cause trouble?

Diavolo

Diavolo's biggest insecurity is that everyone around him is only there because they have to be.

Mephisto was made to be his friend. Made to entertain him when he was isolated at the castle. He forced Barbatos to stay at the castle with him. He made Lucifer swear his loyalty to him. Swear he would stay by his side. What good is a friend if they're forced to be it?

Barbatos

Barb's biggest insecurity is that he didn't do his best with raising Diavolo.

He's proud of what the young lord has become. He's proud of the dream he's realized. But what if it isn't enough? Barbatos has seen demon kings rise and fall. The good and evil. He's seen what his young lord can become. What if, even after all the work to make him the kind-hearted soul he is, it isn't enough?

Thank you for reading so far into this (I know it's long)

My askbox is always open and if you have fic suggestions, I'm always up to write!

#obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me diavolo #obey me headcanons #obey me satan #obey me beelzebub #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me belphegor #obey me barbatos

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st-el-la-luna · 4 months

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Task Force 141 + König when you have a subtle panic attack

Thanks for being my first request (and my 69th follower)

Did this headcanon style, just testing things out, y'know?

Captain John Price

° Price is probably the best choice, honestly

° He’s older, worked with soldiers, he’s no stranger to panic attacks

° “You alright, love?” he asks, tenderly, his eyes soft with affection

° He’ll take your hand and rub gentle circles on the back of your hand

° If you’re in a big crowd, say at a party or something, or even just walking through a busy street, and become unsettled, Price is the type to gently herd you towards the nearest wall

° He’ll put himself between you and the crowd, leaning in close to whisper in your ear

° “Hey, it’s okay darling. Just breathe. I’m here.”

° He takes your hand and sets it over his heart so you can feel his heartbeat

° Tells you to focus on him, his breathing as he rests his forehead against yours

° Once you’ve calmed, he presses a little kiss to the tip of your nose and offers you a smile

° “Come on, let’s go, yeah?”

Lieutenant Simon "Ghost" Riley

° If you think Ghost doesn’t know immediately when something puts you on edge, then what do you know? Because you must be a stupid fuck to be blind to the fact that this man would be the most observant, intuitive person when it comes to you

° He notices everything, reads you like a book

° A children’s book. Easily and with a gentle sort of fondness

° He won’t say anything outwardly, he’s not one for words (he doesn’t want anyone knowing he cares)

° Everyone knows

° He’ll stand right behind you, arms crossed over his chest, as he stares at whoever's making you uncomfortable

° If you’re in a conversation that’s making you uncomfortable or a situation that you’re easily able to leave, he will lead you away, making an excuse for you if he must

° His excuses are complete bullshit, but no one’s going to call him out on that

° “Yeah, sorry. We have to go. Need to walk the dog.”

“You have a cat”

“Yeah, and the cat’s name is The Dog. Problem?”

“No.”

“Yeah, ‘s what I thought.”

Sergeant Johnny "Soap" MacTavish

° No offense to Soap, but he wouldn’t be… great?

° It’s not that he wouldn’t care, no, no, he cares. Soap cares a lot. Too much, even

° But Johnny is, at his core, a people person, so he can't quite understand your position

° He’s likely not to notice your discomfort at first, excited to meet and talk to new people

° Once he does notice though, oh boy is he going to make up for it

° If you’re chewing your lip, he’s quick to put an end to that with a kiss; “Och, don’t you know? 'tis my job to bite those lips raw, love.”

° If you’re picking at your nails, tugging at your hair, he’ll take your hand in his; “Aye, if you want something to do with your hands… I’m right here.”

° Despite being a people-loving extrovert, he is absolutely willing to leave if you really can’t be there any more

° He’ll treat you nice and soft, make you forget all about all of your worries

° He’s the type to cross the room if he sees you getting uncomfortable. One second you can barely see him through the crowd. The next, he’s standing right behind you, arms around your middle

Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

° Aside from Price, Gaz is your next best bet

° Gentle and sympathetic, he’ll take your hand and give it a little kiss

° “Alright?”

° His rich eyes empathetic as he meets your gaze, and just like that everything but Gaz fades from your mind

° Gaz will set her hand on your knee, not to get it to stop bouncing, no, he recognizes that it calms you. His hand on your knee is more of a gentle, wordless, reminder of his presence

° If you’re in a situation you can’t just leave, one where physical touch isn’t an option, he’ll shoot you a knowing look

° Speaking with his eyes, “it’s okay. You’re okay. Everything’s going to be okay”

° He’ll take you away from the situation if he can, back home or to a different room or a park

° Someplace quiet and safe

° He’ll cater to you, bringing you a blanket, snacks and a drink. Then, he’ll cuddle with you

° And don’t you dare try to apoloigize, he won’t hear any of it

Colonel Konig

° Simultaneously the best and the worst

° He has anxiety, he has experience with panic attacks!

° And while don't think his anxiety is the sort of "uwu shy bean" kind some people portray him with (see my thoughts on his anxiety/behaviour here!) He does still have anxiety- crowds and new people freak him out too! Though he may show it in a different way

° In situations of stress, his military training kicks in- the anxiety borne adrenaline making him on edge and attentive

° He keys into your discomfort very quick. Doesn't mean he knows what to do about it Will probably stress a bit about wanting to something to help, but not knowing what The best thing to do is probably for you two to comfort each other

° He's not big on PDA (He's a grown man, a Colonel, he's above those things {secretly it makes him melt}) but an easy way for both of you to calm is to link pinkies, or for you to hold his pinky

° It's not in your face but it's enough to know that you're both there, that you're going to be okay

° He'll let you to play with his sleeve, or his gloves, or his bracelet or his watch

° He may start, once he’s comfortable enough, or if he’s nervous enough, he may do the same. Most commonly, he will pinch one of your fingers between two of his and sort of just wiggle it around

° Think someone waving out those metal sheets to make a whomplewoomblewoom sound

° He’ll do his best to get you out of the situation, not afraid to throw his rank around, or use his imposing stature to do so

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#call of duty #cod mwii #cod #john soap mactavish #soap x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz x reader #simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #captain price #price x reader #x reader #konig #konig cod #konig x reader

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babyleostuff · 9 months

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hi!! i just read your woozi & seungcheol as your boyfriend post and i loved reading it & i like the way you write 🩷🩷 i was wondering if you could do “mingyu as your boyfriend”?? thank you so much & i hope you have a wonderful day!! 🩵🩵

so happy to hear you enjoy my writing <3 hope you have a great day as well!

MINGYU AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

genre | a lot of fluff

author's note | if you want me to write this with any other member, let me know <3

𓆩♡𓆪 your personal bundle of joy and happiness

𓆩♡𓆪 as well as your personal teddy bear

𓆩♡𓆪 he loves loves hugs and would hug you 24/7 if he could

𓆩♡𓆪 hugs are his biggest love language when it comes to affection (besides holding hands, because if you’re not holding hands then what’s the point of living)

𓆩♡𓆪 essentially, you’re joined by the hip and it’s a VERY rare sight to see you two apart for longer than a bathroom break

𓆩♡𓆪 and it’s mostly this giant puppy of a man that’s all over you

𓆩♡𓆪 sometimes he forgets his own strength and you have to push him of your chest

𓆩♡𓆪 just for him to crawl back between your legs and rest his head comfortably on your chest

𓆩♡𓆪 because he love being babied when you’re alone

𓆩♡𓆪 any type of sweet affection (like hugs, cuddling, holding hands, sweet forehead kisses and loving stares) comes in a package with him

𓆩♡𓆪 and it’s not like you can resist him either, because usually he looks so innocent searching for your hand to hold

𓆩♡𓆪 cliche, but he loves kissing the top of your head (or your cheek, if you’re taller)

𓆩♡𓆪 and it doesn’t matter to him whether you’re short or tall, he is your protector and he WILL protect you

𓆩♡𓆪 aside from the fact that he is afraid of bugs and he’ll most likely hide behind you in a haunted house

𓆩♡𓆪 but he will always make sure that you feel safe whenever you’re with him

𓆩♡𓆪 if someone makes you feel uncomfortable or is being rude to you, he is there by your side in a millisecond (probably is by your side either way)

𓆩♡𓆪 he won’t physically fight anyone, but he will verbally

𓆩♡𓆪 because there is not a single soul on this planet that has the right to be mean to you

𓆩♡𓆪 will stand up for you EVERY. SINGLE. TIME

𓆩♡𓆪 I’m a strong believer in the fact that Mingyu gets easily jealous

𓆩♡𓆪 not in a territorial or possessive way

𓆩♡𓆪 but in a sulky and pouty way

𓆩♡𓆪 he just wants your attention on him and him only (he can get so dramatic about that sometimes)

𓆩♡𓆪 but that's only because of how much he loves you

𓆩♡𓆪 why are you talking to some random, boring ass dude when he’s right there?

𓆩♡𓆪 will come up to you and put an arm around your waist and pull you tightly to his side, flashing you a dazzling smile (while showing his fangs, which he knows are your weakness)

𓆩♡𓆪 which just makes you go 🙄

𓆩♡𓆪 “what do you want, you big baby?”

𓆩♡𓆪 but you exactly know what he wants and you give it to him every time

𓆩♡𓆪 will make you sit on his back while he’s doing push ups

𓆩♡𓆪 or makes you lay under him, so that you can kiss him

𓆩♡𓆪 will jokingly try to make you jealous by threatening to post more of his shirtless photos on instagram

𓆩♡𓆪 but you always pull the “no sex for the next month” card

𓆩♡𓆪 so he shuts up about that really quickly

𓆩♡𓆪 makes you feel like the most special person on the planet

𓆩♡𓆪 does not let you talk badly about yourself, he always shuts you up with kisses before you even get to say a bad word

𓆩♡𓆪 he is your housewife

𓆩♡𓆪 he cooks, he cleans, he does the laundry

𓆩♡𓆪 your relationship is very domestic, which he loves

𓆩♡𓆪 because it’s a break for him from the usual hussle of his busy life

𓆩♡𓆪 and a reminder that he always has a person to come back home to

your messages <3

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continuous-spec · 19 days

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Snippet from The Messages in Between Chapter 2. Garrus' message to Shepard during their six months apart. I broke my heart writing it.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: July 25th, 2186]

I’ve gotten more comm buoys out to increase the hard lines of communication. I will be pretty busy dealing with them and getting them up and running. Mom is back on Palaven. Treatments went well. She’s starting physical therapy. She’s really trying.

I can’t believe I’m actually seeing her walk.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 7th, 2186]

Okay, so I’ve learned from the best and started yelling. And the Hierarchy is listening again. My task force just doubled overnight and with more money. We have actual tangible stockpiles of food and medicine that could last us years in most of the colonies.

I’m finally getting somewhere on this, Shepard.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 11th, 2186]

Have you heard from Liara? I could really use her right now. The terminus system is giving us trouble on our comm buoys. I’m hoping she has a few contacts that could sort that out. She’s not answering, though. Remind you of anyone?

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 18th, 2186]

I’m this close to reaching out to Wrex for help. Maybe if I got him a bottle of Ryncol, he’d be cooperative? I’d save it for you, but we all know what happens when you get your hands on it, Shepard. And you know it would kill me. Wrex just seems like the safe choice for it.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: August 24th, 2186]

She’s in the hospital again. Spirits Shepard it’s bad. Something about her liver from the treatments.

I shouldn’t have hoped.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186]

We just held her funeral.

At night, when the wildflowers bloom. An old Cirpritine superstition. Your spirit can’t reach safe passage without them. The flowers guide the spirits back to the grounds of Palaven for final rest.

I’ve never seen the fields fuller than they were tonight.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 2nd, 2186]

On Omega, I thought I was going to die there and be stuck to haunt that rock. Not exactly a lot of flowers flourish there. Thankfully I had you to pull me out.

I wish you were here with me now, Shepard.

[Garrus Vakarian - Draft Date AST: September 5th, 2186]

My mom’s name was Laesia Vakarian. She used to design ships for the turian military. Mainly she designed smaller military vessels, but she was so proud of her work.

Did you know she wanted me to steal Normandy blueprints when I told her I joined? I’m only half-joking. She was pretty upset she wasn’t asked to be on the project.

She said the Normandy was something she’d always hoped for, a true invention.

She didn't care about C-Sec or that I quit.

My joining made her so proud. She said I got to be part of the symbol of the best of what turian and humans can do together. That I was destined to do great things with the opportunity. She was right. But I’m hoping there’s more we can do with the Normandy.

Her eyes lit up so much over that vid call when I told her I joined. That was the last time I saw her as truly herself.

I was so hopeful I would have seen that again. I guess that is what I get for being greedy in my hope.

I wish you could have met her in her better times.

She would have liked you, Shepard.

Read the rest on Ao3

#mass effect #commander shepard #garrus vakarian #shakarian #castis vakarian #solana vakarian #mass effect fanfiction #Laesia Vakarian #my fics

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w1ldthoughts · 2 months

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All of My Tomorrows

Synopsis: Aftermath of Dangerous Delusions.

A/n: Last part of the series! Thank you all for reading as always, you all mean everything to me.

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“Literally what were you thinking not telling anyone? Did you really think this was all just magically going to disappear?” Her best friend lays into her over the phone. She can tell by the huffing and puffing that Mani is probably raging at her while getting her morning Pilates in. The worst part is, she’s right. Everyone was right. She’d fucked up…majorly. “You are so lucky Jack has you on house arrest until this situation is sorted because if not, I would fly to Kentucky myself and beat you up for being so dumb.”

“I know,” she sighs, pulling out her laptop to distract herself with work. “What I did was stupid. I should’ve told him and realize that. I heard you the first time. And the second. And the third but definitely the fourth.”

Mani laughs, mentally reminding herself not to continue her rant, even if she really wants to call her out again. “I love you, so much. I want you to be safe and when you feel unsafe I want you to speak the hell up. No more suffering in silence.”

Four days had come and gone since the incident. Four days of Zoey sleeping alone, replaying everything that happened before things went south. The smile on his face when she practically tackled him. How warm and cozy he felt when he hugged her back. She missed him so badly there was almost a physical ache in her bones. After finishing up her nightly routine, she laid her head on the pillow, trying to will herself to close her eyes and enter a true REM cycle.

This is probably the first time where she’s really had to face her demons. On several occasions she was the master communicator when Jack fell short, she was the shoulder he could lean on for support after he apologized and promised to be better. Now that the shoe was on the other foot she had to do the same. He had every right to be upset maybe that’s why this was so hard. She knew she acted irrationally, but she needed to come to terms with why.

At 2am, she looked at her phone and rolled her eyes, hoping that she’d gotten more than two hours of sleep and was sadly mistaken. She tiptoed down the hallway and down the stairs to grab a bottle of water. Jack was sitting on the couch, holding the remote. But the tv wasn’t on.

“It’s um—it’s hard to sleep without you, knowing that you’re down the hall.” His voice sounds rough, like he’s been screaming but she doesn’t push it. She nods instead, taking a seat next to him but keeping a little distance. Zoey felt like she needed to earn the right to be in his space again and that required some real honesty. He hands her his water, assuming that’s what she came downstairs for. Jack was usually the one to remember to stay hydrated and kept water in the room. But she forgot.

She thanks him, taking a few sips, the cool liquid quenching her thirst but did nothing to calm her nerves. “I had a nightmare,” she whispers looking straight ahead at the black tv screen. “I was back in the parking garage but I was alone. And I—just stood there, by myself. It felt so…cold and dark. But then I woke up and I remembered that I wasn’t alone. I’m not alone and I don’t have to do by myself. But Jack,” she pauses, a small sob escaping her, “I was so scared. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like that in my life.”

There it was. The wall that he’d built around himself the last few days handling this mess came shattering down as soon as he saw her cry. Nothing in this world mattered anymore, not his feelings, not his ego or pride. He scooted over to hold her close, shedding a few tears of his own, telling her to take her time and that he wasn’t going anywhere.

She was crying so hard her voice was hoarse when she found her words again, a simple fact that almost brought him to his knees. “I didn’t tell you not only because I was scared and didn’t want you to worry,” she sniffles, wiping a few tears as he keeps her in his arms. Zoey looks into his soft blue eyes, a much more tender look than the ones she’s been getting lately. “Jack I was being selfish. Our time together is so limited and I want it to be about us. About peace and love and this just tainted this fantasy and bliss that I was living in and I wasn’t ready to let it go. So I acted like it wasn’t happening and hoped it would go away…until it wouldn’t and I called Mike for help.”

“I should have come to you, but I wasn’t ready to fully acknowledge that this was actually happening.”

He sits in silence for a few moments, letting out deep breaths. “Zo, baby I get it. I fucking hate long distance. I hate being away from you. And when I see you or get to talk to you I want it to be only good things too. But that’s just not real life. I want you to come to me not just for the lovey dovey ‘everything is perfect stuff.’ I want you to come to me with the bad stuff too, the scary things, the uncomfortable things, all the things. Because I want to hear whatever you have to say for a very very long time. And I want to be the first person you go to because you are mine.”

“Whenever anything happens to me, you’re the first thing on my mind. You’re my first call. And it really hurt that you didn’t feel the same but I get it now. I just want you to know that you don’t have to do any of this alone. There is no amount of distance that is enough to keep me from taking care of you, believe that.”

“I do. I do believe that,” she squeezes him tighter, taking in the warmth that she’s been missing. “I will work on being more open and honest with you, cause you’re my person too, I wanna tell you everything. Promise.”

She yawns and he runs his hand down her back, telling her they should head back to bed. He walks behind her up the stares and she tries to bite back a smile when he walks into the master bedroom behind her. Jack crawls into bed on his side, opening his arms to let Zoey in.

“Don’t even think you’re off the hook yet, I’m just tired and I sleep better when you’re next to me,” he whispers with a straight face. “Get some sleep.”

She reaches up to kiss his jaw, sending chills down his spine. “I love you Jack Jack.”

“I love you too,” he kisses the crown of her head.

It’s over. Two simple words that he’d been waiting to hear for almost a week. Every single day he sat by the phone, scribbling out words on a notepad, trying to get work done but his mind just went back to it. Back to her and her safety. Hearing Mike say those two little words over the phone was like getting a semi truck lifted off of his chest. It allowed him to finally let out a deep breath, and the tears followed. There was a relief like nothing he’d ever felt before and he’s finally starting to realize what they mean when they say that love is painful sometimes. There’s been this constant nagging pain that he couldn’t pinpoint but it was as if all of the pain he’d been feeling stemmed from being worried. The sheer horror at the thought of someone intending to hurt Zoey had actually been causing him physical pain.

And now it was over.

Jack sighed again and wiped his tears, exiting his office. Zoey took one look at his face and knew what it was immediately. She practically leaped into his arms and held on tight, thanking him.

“You don’t have to thank me. Baby you are my life, I will die before I ever let anything happen to you. I mean that.”

His light chuckle brings her immense peace and she gives him a kiss, his lips feeling so familiar, feeling like home. This is what love is, holding your person ever so tightly after a fight, the feeling of security even at the most vulnerable and scary moments. It’s about admitting when you’re wrong and having the courage and trust in the other person to let you know you’re wrong so the next time things will be done differently. All of these moments, these painful but necessary life lessons are what brought her to this moment with her person. And there’s no one else in the world that she’d ever do this with.

She pulls away from the kiss to just take it all in. “I love you so fucking much. Even though I almost gave you a heart attack, I—I love you and I want everything with you.” Jack swipes his thumb under her eye to catch a stray tear. “It was so wrong of me to even doubt that we couldn’t handle this together and I will never ever keep anything from you again. I am so sorry.”

He gives her a soft smile and another tender kiss on the lips before speaking. “I love you like…so fucking bad. Been waiting my whole life for you. I’ve manifested a lot of things in my life but I thought I was asking for too much, so I never thought I’d actually find the perfect partner. And then here you come, everything I could’ve wanted and all the things I had no idea I needed, all wrapped up in the most beautiful person to ever walk this earth. And you think I’m just letting all that go? You are crazy.”

“I say all that to say…I forgive you.” His hands settle on her hips pulling her in even closer just to look at her like he’s memorizing every detail of her face…and she’s memorizing his.

“Do you wanna go finish that moon puzzle?” Zoey asks him, breaking the silence.

“You want me to get down on one knee and propose to you right now don’t you?”

This love is physical, full of desire. It is practical in a functional sense where it has a healthy dose of ups and downs. It is playful, fun, joyful and full of laughter. It’s a love that is going to last. And most importantly? It’s a love that Jack and Zoey intend to keep…as long as humanly possible.

#jack Harlow #jack Harlow imagine #jack harlow x oc #jack x zoey #jack Harlow fanfic #jackman thomas harlow

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your-local-hoemie · 11 months

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hello!! i was wodnering if you could do some headcanons of itto, diluc, and xiao (seperate) with a gn!reader!

reader is taller then them, more masculine/male like (?) due to growing up with only brothers/two fathers and just their genes in general. they don't know why they look like they do--just assuming its from thier bio parents--and just doednt care. infact they love it, using it to thier advantage against the characters

just wrapping them in a hug and the characters just...dissapering into thier large form cause thats just how small they are compared to the reader

srry i went on a bit of a ramble um-

anyways just some simple dating headcanons or their thoughts on the reader, anything that comes to your mind really lolz

you dont have to do this if you dont want to of course!

YESYESYESYESYESYES!!!

I relate to this so much!!! I’m not tall but I feel the more masculine part and I’ve grown up around men so lemme project so hard in this >:)

I ain’t suffering with the coloured titles anymore cuz the colour options on the phone are awful T-T

Warnings: fluff, swearing, gn!reader, not proof-read.

Characters: Itto, Diluc, Xiao.

Itto~

Oh he loves it.

He loves it very much.

He loves to flaunt his big muscles and manliness but when it comes to you

Oh boy

Please make him feel like a little princess

He’ll blush and squeal and get all embarrassed~

It’s absolutely adorable!

His favourite activity is sitting on your lap and feeling your strong arms wrap around him.

You make him feel so safe and comfortable!

He always brings you along to find lavenders melons since you can easily reach the higher juicier ones.

Also loves to challenge you to arm wrestling or playful tackle fights

He usually loses but he’ll never admit that over his dead body.

Every time he finds a big beetle (I can’t remember what they’re called) that he thinks is going to win he’ll name it after you!

He really admires you and often gets into trouble trying to impress you though

Please give him a bonk on the head and a nice smooch to remind him that he doesn’t have to do any of that!

I mean how could anyone not love this sweet boy~

Diluc~

It’s such a shock to everyone ngl

They expected him to fall for someone who’s small and petite considering how much of a gentleman his is and his strangely charming reputation with the ladies

So when everyone found out you were the one who stole his heart they were fuckin’ shOOKeth

And he couldn’t be happier to show you off either

His whole attitude is just like:

“Yeah that’s right. They’re mine fuckers”

He genuinely thinks you’re perfect from head to toe

And the fact you can keep up with his already very masculine physique when in combat makes him love you even more

He loves to be little spoon even though he’ll never admit it!

This boy has trauma even if he pretends he’s fine he’ll alway find comfort in your strong secure hugs~

Never let’s you be insecure about your appearance!

He thinks you’re perfect just the way you are~

Xiao~

Inhales

this boy ADORES YOU!!!

He’s always terrified of hurting anything that could easily break under his touch

So the fact your a lot more solid in your build whether it’s either in your height or more masculine appearance, makes him feel a little more ok with being closer!

Since you’ve grown up in a more rough and tumble environment with brothers constantly gnawing at your ankles like feral gremlins

You’re more than capable of keeping up with him

He does get extremely insecure about his height though

Comfort him

Please.

Loves to spar with you as well!

He can go almost full power with you

He never does though because he still knows you’re mortal and doesn’t want to hurt you~

He’s a thigh guy, nothing can change my mind about this

Sooo he’ll love just resting his head in your lap on days when he’s feeling more comfortable with physical contact~

Sends him into fucking heaven.

He doesn’t see anything odd about your build

He thinks you’re absolutely amazing and will always worship everything about you~

Yooo I just finished scara’s story and totally didn’t cry hahahahahaha I’m not ok. I haven’t been this emotionally hurt since Xiao’s story

No I didn’t name him baby gorl shut up

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i-mybrunettelady · 1 year

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Fierce affirming sight of sunlight

Summary: Trahearne and Alysannyra spend a relaxing afternoon together. Content warnings: Implied sex and sexual situations. Minors do not interact. Rating: Mature Spoilers: None Title taken from Hozier’s song Sunlight.

Once, Trahearne loved silence. He still does, if he’s being honest; there’s something in reading alone, quiet, where the only sound is the turning of pages and an occasional meow of a cat. They have 12 cats, he can’t ever achieve the perfect silence of his early days in the Grove. He stopped classifying them as noise ages ago.

But one thing he always has to classify as such is Nyra.

Even barefoot, she walks so forcefully that he cannot ignore the tap of her feet or the weight of her presence. Her movements are fast and efficient as she’s getting undressed to bathe. Trahearne steals a few looks before turning his attention to the book again, then he hears another piece of clothing come off and looks at her again.

Nyra laughs when she catches him. Hair sticks to her forehead and her face is wet from sweat and water, but he still can’t look away. “Hearne,” she says as she unbuttons her pants. She’s shirtless. “To anyone else I’d have to say that my eyes are up here, though I suppose looking at my tits is less intimidating than looking me in the eye. Do I need to shake them a little to grab your attention?”

Trahearne snorts. “We have all the time in the world, Lyss. I’m just merely going slow with the appreciation.”

Nyra smiles gently. “If that’s the case then,” she replies and pushes her pants and underwear down in one go. Then, in all her scarred, strong and naked glory, she marches down to the tub of hot water and steps in. The low moan she lets out when it hits her probably sore muscles makes the book entirely forgotten.

“Too bad they’re covered in water now,” she calls out once she settles in. “Didn’t get a good look when you could.”

“Do you want me to look at your breasts that badly, Lyss?” Trahearne asks as he leans over her, hands on the edges of the bathtub. She slides down further so she can get the rest of her hair wet; he watches the red claw scar on her chest disappear under the onslaught of water. She reaches a hand up and runs a soapy finger over his chin.

“Much better,” Nyra says. Something in Trahearne shifts.

She then sits up and leans back. On a whim, Trahearne places a tentative hand on her shoulder, the unscarred one, and presses. These last few years have been quite a steep learning curve for them both in the matters of physical intimacy, which is understandable. He remembers the late night discussions about their respective bodies, and the soft, gentle explorations of what goes and what doesn’t.

Death takes its toll, as does rebirth. Feeling the life leave then slam back into the body is quite an experience nobody else but them shares. It takes getting used to, like new clothes that need to get accustomed to the body wearing them. Her scars have long since faded, but the skin is uneven and rough. She says it’s a reminder from Grenth of who she’d faced and what favor she’d been granted. If that makes her feel better about it, it’s a story he won’t dispute.

Trahearne has had rough bark and darkness to contend with after Maguuma himself. It didn’t impact his eyesight much, but it was still a change he needed to get used to. His legs reminded him of dried leaves more often than not, and the year he spent learning how to use them again is something he won’t allow himself to forget.

So his hand stays on the unmarred, safe area. Nyra looks at him and doesn’t say anything. Though her eyes are largely devoid of emotion these days, he knows she appreciates it. It’s only when she moves her hand so his fingers slide downward that he dares grip the muscle. Nyra rests her head against the edge and closes her eyes.

They stay like that for a while, enjoying the comfortable silence.

#gw2 #inspo birb has come to town #desire wars #alysannyra #trahearne #trammander #WELL HELLO LONG TIME NO TRAMMANDER #listen this my first ever FULL smutfic #obviously this is a part of it #this is just to see how this goes and i may post the other part #am i brave enough to post my smutfics? i guess so :')#i mean people HAVE seen them #my writing

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littleperilstories · 1 year

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The Prince of Thieves: Life Is Made Up of Meetings and Partings

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Warnings: Physical injury, man assaulting a woman, man intimidating a woman, angst, kidnapping

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Life Is Made Up of Meetings and Partings

Teaser: Don’t, I want to say. Don’t go. Stay with me. I haven’t seen or heard any kind of response since sending my note to Constable Hatchett into the prison, but I’m well aware that every night I spend with Geoff could be the last. I don’t want anything to interrupt our time together until the thing interrupts our time together.

Jamie

We are startled awake by the sound of screaming.

“Please, please, someone, help me!”

Not just screaming—shrieking. And banging. Banging on the door. (Well, not ours, exactly, but the door of the cabin we’re borrowing. Semantics.) Geoff is upright and alert in an instant, eyes wide and muscles rigid. I can read the alarm on his face even in the dark.

Don’t, I want to say. Don’t go. Stay with me. I haven’t seen or heard any kind of response since sending my note to Constable Hatchett, but I’m well aware that every night I spend with Geoff could be the last. I don’t want anything to interrupt our time together until the thing interrupts our time together.

I keep the sleepy, selfish plea to myself. Someone is screaming. Someone is scared. Someone needs help.

Geoff beats me to getting dressed, flinging his nearest shirt and trousers on and not bothering with any of the buttons, but I’m not far behind. Now that I’m awake, I can register the sound with a little more lucidity as another cry rips through the air—a girl, from the sound of it. Shrill. Terrified.

“Please, anyone, pl—”

Her words scramble into a shriek and then fall silent.

Geoff’s eyes spark, and he is out the door before I can even remind him not to let his trousers fall down, and more importantly, not to die.

I make it out into the frigid night, lit only by dim moonlight struggling to leak through fast-moving clouds, in time to see Geoff tackle the girl’s assailant to the ground. The sight would make me chuckle if it weren’t so entirely fucked up.

The girl crawls backwards, away from the fight, heading right toward me though she obviously doesn’t realize it. As Geoff knocks the other bastard out cold, I pull the girl to her feet.

Her screaming turns ear-splitting.

I clap my hand over her mouth, which is absolutely the wrong thing to do right now, but if she doesn’t shut the fuck up, the entire constabulary is going to come running in all the way from town just to find out what the hell is wrong with her.

“Hey!” I try to plead with her as she tries to thrash out of my grip. When teeth graze my skin, I yank my hand away. “Listen! I’m not gonna—”

She aims a kick toward a particularly sensitive region of my body, and if I want to protect it, I have no goddamn choice but to let her go.

“Don’t touch me!”

“I’m not—” I start to defend myself, but there’s no point; she’s already running. Or rather, I realize, squinting through the dark, she’s stumbling, more like.

Barefoot. Fucking barefoot.

I’m about to yell for Geoff’s help, but he’s already on it, and he sweeps in, catching her easily.

“Please stop screaming!” I beg. She has no chance of escaping Geoff’s hold—no one does—and she seems to realize it, because she’s still shrieking. “For fuck’s sake! Listen! No one’s going to hurt you!”

Oh my god, I would love to stop yelling at her, but I don’t know how else she’s going to fucking hear anything I say.

“He’s out,” Geoff says to her. My eyes are drawn to his bloody knuckles. Come morning, they will be bruised and scabbed to all hell. “Can’t hurt you.”

Her cry gutters and fades.

“I swear,” I say, holding up my hands, hoping she can discern the movement in the dark. “We swear. You’re safe.”

Geoff releases her arms, and she begins to gasp, pressing her hands to her mouth, unable to stifle shuddering sobs.

Fuck. I don’t know how to deal with this. Where is Colette when I need her?

“Come inside.” Geoff points toward the cabin. “It’s warmer.” He, too, must have noticed her bare feet and strange, too-big coat.

I step back into the cabin and head for the nearest lamp. My hands are shaking when I try to light it. Where the hell did she come from and what the hell is going on?

The fire, I think tiredly, will need some fuel and quite a lot of stoking to bring it back to life. I doubt she’ll want to be in here with us in the cold and dark.

She. A girl. Some strange girl.

God fucking damn it, this is the last goddamn thing I needed.

“You’re all right,” Geoff says, leading her inside. “I’ll deal with him.”

“Is he d…”

I don’t have to look. I can tell he’s shaking his head in response. A few moments later, he’s gone again—back outside to deal with whoever was trying to kill her.

The lamp sizzles slightly and flares to life at last, throwing a yellow glow across the room, and when it illuminates the girl we’ve pulled in from the cold, I freeze.

Her face—it’s bruised and covered in cuts. Like someone took a knife to it, carving into her skin slice by slice.

The girl looks back at me, and she claps a hand to her mouth.

“What?” I glance around in alarm. What could she possibly be distraught over now? All I can tell is that her eyes are fixed squarely on my face.

“It can’t be,” she chokes, new tears streaming down her cheeks.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Am I supposed to know how to handle this, or what that’s supposed to mean?

“You look just like him,” she says, and then she’s swaying on her feet. I’m too slow to catch that she’s about to fall, and her knees hit the floor.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, burying her face in her hands. “I’m sorry, I—”

I have absolutely no idea what the girl is going through right now, or what she went through before to leave her looking like this, but I am confident I am not going to be able to help her with it.

Still, I inch closer, not sure how quickly I should approach, or if I should at all. “I’m going to get the fire going, all right? You can warm up. I’ll find you something to eat. All… All right?” I can’t think of anything else to say.

All I get in answer is a heaving sob.

Geoff pokes his head inside, giving me a look that can only be interpreted as, What the hell did you do?

“Nothing,” I mouth from the fire.

He sighs, reaches in to grab something, and disappears again.

I should ask him what he’s doing with the unconscious fucker outside, but I have enough to deal with in here at the moment. Once the kindling and what’s left of the old log have caught flame again, I lay a fresh one to keep the fire going and turn back to the girl.

She’s watching me with wide eyes—less frightened now, but full of something different I can’t place.

What is it you need? is on the tip of my tongue, but she speaks first.

“You’re him.”

Cold dread settles over my entire body at the ominous implication of these words. “What?”

“You’re him,” she repeats. I wonder—hope—if perhaps she is drunk, or severely exhausted, or perhaps got hit in the head when that man was attacking her.

“I’m who?”

“J—”

The very first sound in my name sends me stumbling backwards. What the fuck? How could she possibly know my name?

“James,” she repeats. “Aren’t you?”

I can’t answer over the roaring in my ears.

“You’re Will’s brother.” Her face crumples. “You look…”

You look just like him, she said.

Now that the room is brighter, the firelight throws her strange coat into sharp relief, and I realize why it looks so odd on her. A man’s jacket, not meant for warmth, but part of a uniform.

A uniform.

“How do you know him?” My breath is fighting to get out of my chest. She said his name, his real name. Not Fox. “How—”

The door slams as Geoff returns and closes the door against the chilly night, blissfully unaware of the mess we’re in for about a breath before he notices the look on my face. Immediately, he tenses and turns to scrutinize her.

Surely seeing the suspicion in both of us, she flinches, and I brace myself for more tears and more screaming.

Instead, she rolls up her sleeve and flashes her forearm. For a second, my eyes are drawn to the wicked bruising around her wrist, obviously left behind by too-tight shackles. Then I see what she’s really displaying: the IA sigil. The tree, the roots, and the ring stare up at us from her skin.

An unspoken promise that she means us no harm. That she’s one of us.

A girl, one of our runners, bruised and beaten and maybe even tortured, wearing an obviously stolen uniform, who knows my name and Will’s when she absolutely should not.

“Who are you?” I ask. My legs feel wobbly, but I force myself to step toward her even though all I want to do is collapse. “Where did you come from? How could you possibly—”

“I’m Bree,” she whispers. “I was in…” She swallows hard. “I was in jail. I ran, and I made it out.”

Geoff whistles softly, either because he’s impressed or disbelieving, but he doesn’t say which.

“You were in jail,” I repeat. “You escaped.”

With trembling hands, she tugs the sleeve of her stolen jacket back down so it falls to her fingertips. “It was supposed to be both of us.” Her voice cracks. “He was supposed to make it out, too.”

Noise is rushing in my ears, too loud for me to comprehend much. When Geoff speaks, it’s as if he’s calling to her from a great distance. I can barely hear or understand.

“Who is he?”

“Will—”

“That man.”

New fear crosses her face; I’m still lost in an orbit of panic. Her lips move, but I don’t hear what name she gives.

Geoff does, though. “What?”

I blink. Force myself to return fully. Force myself to wade through the flood of questions I desperately need to ask this girl. “Who?”

“Baden Hatchett.”

For a moment, silence.

I cross the room to grab Geoff’s arm. “What did we do with him?”

“Tied him up and left him in the shed.”

“Fucking fuck,” I whisper.

We’ve attacked and kidnapped the fucking constable himself.

“Who else is out there?” I try to ignore the growing aches in my head and chest. “There’s no way the others aren’t looking for him.”

“He was alone.”

The very idea is so ludicrous, I can only laugh. There’s no way Constable Baden Hatchett would possibly run into the woods chasing some girl all by himself. “No.” I exchange a glance with Geoff, and he looks just as unconvinced. “That can’t be right. There’s no way he came without backup.”

“I’m serious!” Panic sizzles in her gaze, and she backs up even more. “I swear! Do you really think I could fucking run from the whole lot of them?”

It strikes me then—she’s afraid. Not of the bastard outside, but of me. Of whatever she thinks I’ll do to her if I don’t believe what she says.

What am I doing?

What have I become? Someone who torments a terrified and injured girl after looking her in the eye and promising not to hurt her? Someone who lets anger, bitterness, and regret dictate his decisions instead of logic or reason? Someone who is cruel? Suspicious? Intimidating? Irrational?

Whatever she wants to say collapses into silent, shaking sobs.

I draw a long breath, and she lifts her head to glare at both of us, as if to say, I fucking dare you to even try to touch me. I raise my hands in surrender. “I believe you.”

Her glistening eyes flick to Geoff, and though he still doesn’t say anything, he puts up his hands, too.

She slides downwards, one hand still dragging against the wall, until she reaches the floor again.

“I made a deal to save your stupid brother’s life,” she whispers. Her knuckles turn white as her hands curl into fists. “To save his dumb ass from dying, and it was for fucking nothing. We were supposed to escape together. Together. And he stopped running.”

When the silence hits in the wake of her words, it hurts.

“I did not,” she says, her voice tremulous, “lead Hatchett here on purpose. I didn’t—I didn’t know you were—” She brandishes her arm again. “IA saved my life. Will saved my life. I wouldn’t—I wouldn’t—”

I don’t know where to fucking start with everything that has just happened and everything she just said. Half of it doesn’t even make much sense. But I have to say something.

“It’s all right.” It’s not, but maybe if I say it aloud, it’ll become a little bit true. “We’ll—We believe you. You’re safe here. And we’ll figure something out.”

Once again, I look to Geoff. He’s got his mask of calm on, hiding what I can tell is probably a boatload of dread. He nods, like he approves of what I said, like maybe he believes it, even if I don’t.

I draw a long breath, waiting for my heart to stop racing.

She was with Will. He saved her life. He gave up—or lost—his chance to escape. Constable Baden Hatchett himself chased her alone into the woods. Now he’s tied up in the rickety shed meant for hunters’ carcasses.

And I am in so much more trouble than I was before.

Geoff rubs his face, heaves a sigh, then heads toward the fire. Even before he speaks, I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“Well. Guess I’ll make some tea.”

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Bucky Barnes ~ Here With You

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OC (could be read as an xreader if you like, oc uses she/her pronouns, and has a lower leg amputation. other than that, she is given no physical descriptions or name)

Summary: Semi-realistic one-shot about oc helping Bucky take care of his prosthetic. I thought it would be interesting if Bucky actually had to take care of what remained of his limb like real people who have lost a limb do. Basically, a safe, cozy little thing about taking care of Bucky and helping him. Set post CA: Civil War. Written as platonic <3.

Warnings: some descriptions of limb care, mentions of past trauma (nothing graphic), cuddling ig lol

Words: 1765

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She’d been paying plenty of attention to Bucky, as always. He had been shifting and rolling his left shoulder more than usual and she suspected the pain was getting worse. He was so private about anything relating to the arm, or Hydra, even his hair was a sore spot at times. He’d grown to trust her more, slowly, painfully slowly, but it was progress. She knew she’d say something eventually, she just hoped she wouldn’t push him away.

“Hey James,” she started quietly once they were alone in his room.

“Oh great,” he groaned.

“What?,” she laughed at his tone.

“You. You only call me ‘James’ when you’re worried about me.”

“Well by that logic, I’m worried about you most of the time - actually yeah, that checks out,” she chuckled lightly. “Does it bother you?”

“Nah, not really. I don’t know. Just spill it. What's on your mind?”

She laughed at him again. He was very fed up with everything lately. But you know, lovingly.

“I’m worried about the phantom pains,” she said cautiously. He stiffened a bit but didn’t brush her off so she went on. “I know you don’t like to talk about it, I’m sorry. I just hate seeing you in pain. And I know you don’t take care of your shoulder like you should.” She wasn’t chiding him in any way, just stating the truth. He hated to be reminded that the arm was metal, so he rarely removed it to tend to his shoulder.

“I want to help you with it, if you’ll let me.” She kept her tone neutral, not pushing him.

He sat in silence as the minutes stretched on awkwardly. She was used to his silence and let it rest, looking around the room so as not to stare at him.

Bucky knew she was right. It hurt like the dickens and he hadn’t properly cared for his remaining shoulder in far too long and things were happening. It embarrassed him immensely but he knew he wouldn’t do it on his own.

After a very long four minutes, he sighed and she turned her attention back to him.

“Okay,” he said simply and kept his voice as void of emotion as possible. She smiled gently and nodded, standing and going to where they kept the things they needed. It was hardly the first time she’d helped him. She would hold off bringing it up as long as possible, giving him every opportunity to deal with it himself. It was an effort to dignify him, but she realized she’d left it too long in between. He never seemed to be able to do it on his own.

Her own leg clicked quietly at the joints as she walked, it was hardly noticeable to anyone else. About five inches below the knee her left leg was amputated. After a mission had gone wrong, she had been forced to lose the limb and now she had her own prosthetic to care for. The time it took to properly care for the prosthetic was a bit of a nuisance, but she was thankful that the experience let her help Bucky when he needed her.

She reentered the room to find him sitting on the floor and fiddling with his metal fingers, his face clouded.

“Hey Buck,” she said softly, dropping down beside him and crossing her legs beneath herself. He gave her an amused smile and they sat there for a moment as she tried to give him some time. As she waited, she pulled her own prosthetic leg off and put it aside. She rubbed the nub and swung it slightly with a lopsided grin on her face and Bucky chuckled. She recrossed her legs, much more comfortable now that there wasn’t metal jamming into her butt, and she waited for him.

When he didn’t say anything after two minutes had passed she put a gentle hand on his back.

“Can we get this over with?,” she asked softly. He hummed distractedly in response and she gave the shoulder a slight squeeze.

He pulled his shirt off with an unsettled groan and rolled his neck a bit.

“Do you want me to do it, or-?,” she asked, keeping her voice quiet and completely undemanding. He was strong but she knew he needed gentleness.

He just gestured to it with his head slightly and she nodded.

“Okay.”

She moved slowly and made an effort to keep everything as silent as possible, though the arm whirred and clicked somewhat of its own accord. She pressed the sequence Shuri had taught her and the arm clicked off into her hands.

She heard a strangled breath from Bucky and she fought the urge to comfort him. He would need it later and she knew she had to keep it to a minimum for his sake.

After the arm itself was removed, there was a whole other set of instructions to follow to make the shoulder attachment release. He had needed further amputation and skin grafts after the Hydra arm had been removed. Having the metal fused to his skin for so long had had… undesired consequences. Try as she might, she couldn’t quite shake the image from her mind. It had made her anger flare up again seeing how awfully they had cared, or not cared, for him. She’d burst another heavy bag in the gym that night.

The attachment port hissed and clicked as it released from his skin and he took another shaky breath. She gently peeled off the sock and took a deep breath as quietly as she could manage. The skin was red and irritated, of course. She’d known it would be. It was fine. He was fine. He would be fine. She didn’t need this to make her emotional. She needed to be a rock for him and she would. She took her cheek between her teeth as she reached for the clothes and warm water.

“Ready?,” she asked quietly, though it was more like a heads-up than a question. He nodded and she put the soft cloth to his shoulder as gently as she could manage.

He made a small noise and she winced. It was extremely sensitive after being covered for so long.

“Let me know if you need a break,” she quietly reminded him.

She worked away, taking a long time because of how slowly she was moving. As she was rinsing the last of the soap off, she heard his voice croak just above a whisper.

“Can you stop? Please.” He wasn’t angry at her, she knew that. But the amount of restraint she could hear in his voice twisted her heart.

She backed off immediately, physically scooting away a few feet and laying her hands palms-up on her knees. She knew the routine. Distance, silence, clear display of harmlessness.

She wasn’t afraid of him lashing out. Never. She did, however, greatly fear triggering a PTSD episode, sending his mind back to that terrible place. She could hardly handle it, his shaking, the muttering, sweating, self-injurious regulation methods. He would hit himself and she wasn’t strong enough to stop him. Even if she was, it would just make things exponentially worse.

Bucky let out a long breath and shook his head, disappointed in himself. He was fine. He was safe. He hated this.

“Take your time,” she risked quietly, seeing the tension in his face.

They were silent as the minutes slipped by.

He looked at her for a moment and offered her a weak smile. “I’m good.”

She nodded, moving closer again, slowly, and softly patting the shoulder dry as well as the water that had slid down his side and onto the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he began but she quietly shushed him.

“You know the rules, you don’t apologize for things that aren’t your fault.” He looked in her eyes for a moment, his eyes traveling her face. Her lips quirked a bit at the look in his eyes though she couldn’t find a name for it. She moved her lips slowly to his freshly cleaned shoulder and left a soft, brief kiss there and was rewarded with a much more relaxed breath and a relaxing of his shoulders.

She applied the various creams and things he had in the kit they’d made up, soothing the still irritated skin.

“Can we let it breathe for a bit? I know you don’t like it, but this should really be uncovered for a little while if you can manage it.”

He looked at her and she knew how to read his expressions.

“I can stay, we can watch a movie.”

He grinned a bit and she smiled, relieved that he at least let her take care of him.

“That’s my boy,” she said teasingly as she cupped his jaw and kissed his forehead as she stood up. She hopped on her one leg to the other room. Bruce had chided her for it many times, she could easily fall and hurt herself. But she loved having the leg off and she hadn’t fallen yet so she risked it from time to time.

“Put a shirt on, White Wolf!,” she called from the other room as she put the stuff away and he laughed, pulling on a fresh tee and sitting back up on the bed, rolling his shoulder.

She came back with a fresh sock and lay it out next to his arm as she climbed up next to him on his right side and put her head on his chest.

“You okay?,” she mumbled.

“I’ll be fine, doll.” He knew the name somehow irritated her and made her happy at the same time.

She made a very slow fake punch to his gut and he chuckled, pulling her closer and rubbing her shoulder slowly.

“Thank you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head softly.

She hummed and snuggled closer to him. “Anytime, Prince Charming.”

They layed in a comfortable silence for a bit, until she remembered the other issue.

“How’re the phantom pains?”

He chuckled.

“Well, I’ve got this awful cramp in my left little finger.”

“C’mon Buck-”

“I know, I know,” he sighed, squeezing her shoulder a bit. “It’s not bad today. I’ll tell if I need you to hold a mirror.”

“Promise?”

He let out a quiet breathy laugh again. “Promise.”

“Are you lying to me, Barnes?”

“Maybe just a little.”

“Mmm. Well, I’m a decent detective so I suppose I’ll just have to keep an eye on you.”

“Suppose so.”

And he pressed another quick kiss to her head.

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A/N: I hope you liked this! It assumes the limb is removable. I do not have a limb difference, so there may be inaccuracies but I did some research and watched some videos from those who do have a limb difference (I know people call it different things, so I hope this term is okay). Since we don't really have much information on how his vibranium arm works, I took some liberties in that area.

But please, please let me know if I should change something! If anything regarding the limb difference is offensive in any way, please let me know and I will fix it, it's definitely not my intention!

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meowzfordayz · 2 years

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telling tanjirou you self harm(ed)

Author’s Note: proceed w/ caution. Read CW (content warnings).

telling tanjirou you self harm(ed)

Kamado Tanjirou x Reader

Word Count: ~600

CW: self harm references, traumatic references

Emergency Request Fulfilled: ⚠️TW FOR SH⚠️

I started hurting myself a few years ago and now I didn‘t do it since Easter Holidays and the scars are still there and I‘m actually very close to relapsing so I thought you could eventually do a Tanjiro x Reader headcanon on how he‘d react to his gf doing that to herself and what he‘d do now that he knows

~faqs~

Ngl, first thing that comes to mind is: he’d be a lil clueless as to what to do/how to react

My pet peeve (which, I realize SH is a personal experience and don’t mean to assume/project onto anyone else’s experiences) when it comes to SH is ppl overreacting (yes I’m hurting; no don’t treat me ~too differently), but ofc, underreacting certainly doesn’t feel particularly supportive or loving either

And I think Tanjirou would be intuitively aware of this (the tentative balance between showing concern vs becoming overwhelming), and thus panic inwardly: Do I hug them? Should I ask questions? How can I help? Is it even my place to help?

All the while you’re staring at your palms (for the sake of imagery/setting: how about your bedroom? there’s something intimate and genuine about sitting crossed legged—facing each other—toward the edge of your bed, Tanjirou grappling w/ his words as you avoid eye contact), unsure whether you’d rather he say something or nothing

“Thank you for telling me,” he finally murmurs, eyes soft and glistening, voice strained yet steady — disappointed but adoring

“I just thought you’d want to know,” you mumble quietly, stare sharpening, attempting to drill holes through your trembling fingers, hyper aware of his searching, caring gaze

“I want to know everything about you,” he admits, fondness creeping onto the tip of his tongue

And you promised yourself you wouldn’t cry, but the trust and fragility in the hesitant way his fingertips dig into his thighs has your eyes glistening too

“You can touch me, you know?” you whisper, space between you wavering, his fingertips pausing, calloused thumb reaching for the damp splotches on your palms, smearing your fear with a practiced reassurance

Are we okay? Do you hate me? Can you love me as I am? tangled roots grown over days, months, years; of loathing, of proving yourself To whom?, of a sticky, familiar dread

“You don’t want to touch me?” you hadn’t intended to verbalize the worst case scenario etched in your skin, but confession brought as much relief as it brought a condescending urgency to lose yourself to the infinite noise of What if Tanjirou’s lying?

He frowns at that, harsh, “No!” puncturing your cushion of deprecation, “I want to touch you!” blushing despite himself, “I want to touch all of you,” scooting over until his knee bumps against yours, “I cherish you.”

Because even though he’s still figuring out how to perfectly communicate the scribbles—the insatiable desire, need to make you believe—clinging to the back of his throat, he wants you to know

Wants you to know how deeply, indisputably, he believes in you

He knows believing isn’t enough: knows pretty words and prettier gestures can’t replace uprooting, well, the root of the problem — knows he isn’t qualified to help you

But he can support you, encourage and listen to you, dispel the creases in your loneliness

TL;DR? I hate romanticizing SH, but I also strongly hc that Tanjirou would have comforting ~instincts

100% the type to overthink his immediate reaction, but you can just feel that he means well

Lets you take the lead, all the while offering his hand, his head, his heart

Physical proximity? Researching therapists/educating himself to better understand SH? Floating further than you could possibly return safely from; needing someone to remind you of what’s real?

He’s got you

#tanjirou kamado #tanjiro kamado #kamado tanjirou #kamado tanjiro #tanjirou x reader #tanjiro x reader #kamado x reader #headcanons #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #emergency request

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a-crumb-of-whump · 1 year

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A New Beginning Drabble: Adam's Nightmare

Masterlist

Content: False accusations, parental whumper, nightmares, [mentioned] suicide, blamed for someone taking their life, physical/emotional abuse, fear of physical contact, PTSD/trauma.

A few people asked for a look in on what Adam's childhood was like, so have this. Isn't long by any means, but there's some heavy conversation during the nightmare.

(also, there is comfort)

“You killed him.”

Adam’s entire body shook as he scrambled towards the living room and out of the kitchen. It was hard – he could hardly find the strength to stand on his own two feet – but he managed to anyway, just to get away from the woman tailing him.

His own flesh and blood.

“You’re the reason he’s no longer with us.”

As much as he wanted to speak, all Adam could do was cry. The strain on his throat hurt the more he struggled to hold in his tears and every time he so much as thought about saying anything, another sob shook his already-trembling shoulders.

He didn’t do it. He didn’t. He would never wish death on anyone, let alone be the cause of it – no matter how relieved he’d been by the news that his father was no longer with them. The man had abused him physically and emotionally for years upon years – how was he not supposed to feel some sense of relief?

His ma clearly saw things differently. She made that clear when she grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the nearest wall, her blunt teeth bared angrily.

It scared him to no end that she was half his size and still managed to toss him around like he was nothing.

“Please,” he finally managed to weep. “Di’nt do it. I di’nt-“

The pressure on his throat increased significantly, silencing him before he could finish his sentence. “He took his own life just to get away from you. Didn’t you read the note he left behind?”

Adam sobbed just that bit harder. “I can’t, I can’t be responsible for someone else’s decis-“

“Oh, but you were! Even he said so.”

She leaned forward even more, nearly pressing her mouth up against his ear just to make sure he understood her bitter words.

“It’s a pity that I know he’s gone to hell, but at least I know you’ll be able to entertain him down there—"

—and just like that, she was gone as quick as she’d come.

The lights were replaced by complete darkness, and her voice was replaced by Ryker’s concerned one; gently coaxing him into waking up with a hand on his back.

Despite this being the third time a nightmare like this had occurred this week, Adam woke up screaming just as hard as the last. In an attempt to protect himself, he shoved his hands against Ryker’s bare chest and pushed him away; only stopping when the younger man’s hands carefully cupped his.

“Hey. Breathe. It’s just me,” he whispered, just loud enough that Adam could hear him over the sound of his own panting. “You’re home. You’re safe. Can you hear the ocean just outside our window?”

He could. In fact, he thought it sounded louder than usual – in a comforting way. He was hardly ever able to visit the ocean before he moved out of home. It took him years to realise that there was a beach in his hometown at all. It was one of the first things Ryker reminded him of after a nightmare.

“Jesus-fucking-christ,” he mumbled, slowly allowing his trembling hands to relax against Ryker’s grip. He could feel several tears beginning to well in his eyes, but it wasn’t so hard to push them down. “I’m sorry. I can’t believe I’m still… getting these nightmares. I thought they were done.”

“Unfortunately—” Ryker began, slowly wrapping an arm around Adam’s hunched shoulders as he spoke, “—it doesn’t quite work that way, though I wish it did. I think this is something we have to learn to manage, rather than stop all together. Both of us.”

I don’t wanna do this for the rest of my life. I can’t.

Adam nodded, tentatively wrapping his arms around his boyfriend’s waist as they both laid back down against the sheets and pillows. “I guess so.”

“The fact that you can hug me right now means that you’re getting better,” Ryker commented quietly. His lips grazed Adam’s forehead as he spoke, and Adam found himself smiling, despite himself. “You couldnt’a done that a year ago.”

It was unfortunate, really. Ryker absolutely loved physical contact. He thrived off of it, far more than he did even before he began to resent it. He was grateful that he had Carlos now who, though he clearly had a fear of being touched, seemed to trust Ryker enough to initiate and receive hugs and hand-holding. It meant that he didn’t have to worry as much about leaving him craving intimacy when he couldn’t do it.

Though, Ryker was right in the end. He was getting better, even if just slowly.

Taglist: @whumpsday @whump-blog @emcscared-whumps @pigeonwhumps @sacredwrath @thingsthatgo-whump-inthenight @whumpshaped @inkkswhumpandstuff @pumpkin-spice-whump @whumpycries @espresso-depresso-system @trans-writes @alexkolax @why-not-ask-me-a-better-question

(Ask to be added or taken off. The taglist is for the main story, along with any AUs, drabbles, etc.)

#whump #whump stuff #whump things #whump writing #whumpee #whumper #caretaker #whump scenarios #whump community #whump tropes

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ciaossu-imagines · 20 days

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omg, finding someone else who detests eggs like me is such a relief! i feel like i just met my other egg-hating half, haha! everyone around me likes them, so i feel sort of embarrassed when eggs are served during mealtimes and then people look at me like i’ve committed a crime by being the only one not eating them. god, it’s exhausting to have to explain or justify myself.

anyway, i appreciate you taking the time to read my self-ship headcanons. i find it heartwarming that you’re always excited and enthusiastic about your readers’ interests. i noticed that you reblogged prompts, so this time i have something to send in. from the ask game, can you do 🐰🐶💎🌿? i’m interested (and i’m sure the other readers are as well) in getting to know you more!

- nix

I know what you mean! Everyone I know definitely is an egg person and they keep telling me that oh, I just haven’t tried them prepared like this or I’ll love them if they’re in something. And they’re kind of right on that one – I tell them I like them in cake and cookies and they look at me like I’ve committed some kind of culinary crime in disliking them. I know the struggle. Also get lots of weird looks for saying I hate Jello – it’s a texture thing though. Squishy makes me so blegh and it’s not pretty, haha!

Heck, I appreciate you sending them in. They gave me so many smiles and happiness today and I appreciated the nice chance of pace and distraction! Thanks to that and other messages sent in, I made it through the commission I was working on and got inspired to reply to a couple emails, and write one post to add to the queue eventually! Honestly, hearing all about your guy’s interests, ships and characters inspire me as a creator too! Also, thank you so much for wanting to get to know me more! I find that really sweet and very flattering 😊

🐰 What do you think says the most about a person?

This is a lesson I’ve learned the hard way, but people’s actions speak volumes. Unfortunately, it’s been a lesson hard learned, but anyone can say pretty words, anyone can promise you the moon and the stars, anyone can convince you that they’re this amazing person just from their words alone, but their actual actions and what they do will speak volumes more. People whose actions tell me they’re a good person, people whose actions show kindness, respect, and strong morals and character – those are the people I have learned are safe to trust and open my heart to and let into my life. I hope nobody ever has to learn that lesson the hard way, of course, but do believe that people’s actions should be what others judge them by, not their words alone, not some superstition based on star signs, not their looks, not their mental illnesses, not their physical capabilities…just their actions.

🐶 Are you more of a dog person or a cat person?

Both! I love all animals – up until my last couple and current apartment, which are pet free, I’ve always had a cat and love lavishing my friend’s dogs with attention and treats. Once I get a new apartment (or, crossing my fingers, my own house), I definitely want a cat again and I would kill for a place where I can have a pig again! Just a mini-pig, honestly. I have a friend who got one and I love them so much. They’re harder to train than a cat, yes, but once they’re trained, they’re smart and cuddly and lovely pets.

💎 What’s your most prized possession?

I have a leather jacket a friend gifted me. Yes, you guys can be mad at me, it’s indeed real and genuine leather, a motorcycle jacket so I’d be a bit safe when I rode behind him. It’s lasted me eight years now and looks almost the same as it did when I got it. Not only has it held up remarkably well, it’s warm enough to last me into December (though I admittedly run hot) some winters, most definitely into November. It also looks good with everything I own, has good pockets on it. I also have a hand-me down cut from the same friend that I wear when I’m feeling really lonely, as it always reminds me of him. I’ve had some rude people tell me it looks ridiculous on me, especially when I wear it with my usual pastel dresses and frilly skirts, but he always told me I rocked it like no one else, so I take his confidence into all days when I wear it.

🌿 Describe your favorite outfit.

I wear a lot of dresses and skirts, to be honest. It’s only in winter that I start throwing on pants or when I have to work (uniform and all). My favourite one is super geeky though! I’m actually going to add a picture here!

I’ll throw leggings on under it in chillier weather and always wear bike shorts under all my dresses and skirts (I’m super active and tend to sit like a man, so they protect my modesty). It’s old now, at least five or six years old and it’s been washed so much the colours aren’t as vibrant and it’s all stretched out, but it will have to come apart at the seams before I give up wearing it.

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meiiuka · 1 year

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Can I get some Leon and Toko with a transgender s/o headcanons?

yeah! leon kuwata and toko fukawa with a transgender

s/o:

category: fluff, comfort, headcanons

cw: swearing

Leon Kuwata:

• he is PASSIONATELY supportive of you, like, he is your biggest fan and he makes sure you know it • "the thing is, i love you for you, and nothing would make me love you any less! don't even think for a second that i'd leave you." • if anything he’s extra protective of you and will gladly fight off anyone who's transphobic towards you (with a baseball bat, at that) • “i just have to make sure that you’re safe, alright? i wouldn’t want anything happening to you. and if anyone hurt you… i couldn’t say the things i’d do to them”

• he doesn’t know much about being trans himself, so he goes to the internet to search up how to be more supportive to you 😭

• he will validate your identity in the most casual and chill way, making little comments about your outfit or the way you’ve styled your hair

• “fuck, i love the outfit you chose today. how’d i end up with someone as stunning as you?”

• he’s not always super thorough with his words, so his love language leans more towards physical affection. he tends to kiss you frequently to remind you of his love for you

• he lets you ramble and vent to him while he listens, eager to validate your feelings with strong expressions of agreement

Toko Fukawa:

• toko does not mind any sort of change when it comes to you, knowing that you love her the same way is all that matters to her

• when you tell her you’re trans she’s immediately accepting and grateful that you told her

• “i’m… honored that i get to know that about you… you really trust me enough to let me know?”

• she offers support in various ways, making sure that you know she’ll stay by your side no matter what (she is extremely attached to you and that will not stop, unless you want it to)

• she READS UP on sources about being trans, like, getting physical books because she’s worried about possibly being misinformed

• she doesn’t mean any harm by it but she asks a lot of questions when it comes to how you identify. not in an invasive way, but so that she can give you a place to talk about what’s on your mind

• she’s constantly clingy, showing her unconditional love for you through physical affection like bear hugs and resting on you when she reads

• “i hope you don’t mind that i’m so close… i’m just really fond of you, y/n… you know that, right..?”

#danganronpa imagines #danganronpa x reader #danganronpa headcanons #danganronpa fluff #danganronpa comfort #leon kuwata x reader #leon x reader #kuwata x reader #leon kuwata

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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15 Questions

Rules: Answer these 15 questions, then tag 15 people.

Thanks for the tags @nausikaaa, @theearlgreymage, @johnwgrey, @aristocratic-otter, @raenestee, @you-remind-me-of-the-babe, @cutestkilla, @stitchyqueer & @larkral! It’s been so fun reading your answers and getting to know y’all.

1. Are you named after anyone?

Sorta! My mom had a friend named Chrissie [insert my maiden name here] and she liked the sound of it so she named me Christina. Then a famous soap opera actress named her baby Christina and insert wave of same names. But death to anyone who calls me Chrissie.

2. When was the last time you cried?

This morning, reading a fic 🙄 I like how I say fics don’t make me cry but I’ve cried the last three days reading fic.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope! Never been super interested in having kids, and hopefully I’m too old now.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Sarcasm is my love language.

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

A lot of people saying vibes on this… and I concur. I’m not super observant so I can’t think of physical characteristics that I immediately lock onto. I feel like I do some mix of “do you have a chance of ‘getting’ me?” plus “do you feel safe?” with a bonus “do you like me?”

6. What's your eye color?

Green.

7. Scary movies or happy ending?

Def happy ending. Not a huge scary movie fan at all.

8. Any special talents?

Apparently my pain tolerance lol OOPS. But also I tend to be fearless about a lot of things that scare other people? Not calling strangers though; that terrifies me. I’m also really good at word searches.

9. Where were you born?

Florida, can’t you tell by my tan? (I am very, very white.)

10. What are your hobbies?

Writing, traveling, running, reading.

11. Do you have any pets?

No, but I really want a bunny.

12. What sports have you played?

Tennis (blech) and swimming (yay!). Does yoga count? I also did jazz, tap, ballet, and gymnastics as a kid.

13. How tall are you?

5’7”

14. Favorite subject at school?

English in HS and anything writing in college. I also took a Narratives of Mental Disorders class in colllege that changed my life.

15. Dream job?

Tough question, and I really liked how @cutestkilla answered this so I kind of want to go “same” but I wish writing, reading and beta-ing fanfic was a real job, lol. I also have a dream where my husband and I retire at 55 and start a writing & science/math after school academy where we tutor at-risk kids in those subjects at zero cost. Sort of to provide parents who work late with free child care while also strengthening skills necessary to succeed after high school.

Tagging @martsonmars @tea-brigade @sillyunicorn @palimpsessed @stardustasincocaine @creepyspice @fatalfangirl @captain-aralias @thewholelemon @bazzybelle @moodandmist @bookish-bogwitch @sseawitch @ileadacharmedlife @skeedelvee

#15 questions #about me #personal

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nsk96 · 1 year

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So, everyone, I'll be away for a while. Just thought I'd let you all know before someone thinks I've disappeared hehe :3

The upperclassmen and a professor at my school has warned our class that this semester is going to be extremely difficult. After the brutal exam I had today, I realize that I will have to drastically cut back on my social media use, almost like going on hiatus.

What happened, was that yesterday was a critical period where I was supposed to study the majority of the material for today's exam and instead, I spent most of the day glued to social media (and getting snacks🤡). I took a step back and wondered why on some days it's so easy for me to spend less than 5 minutes on social media, while most days it's impossible to pull away. I noticed it's because when I'm stressed and/or depressed, I get sucked into the endless scrolling. Like, it just feeds on that shit.

Since this semester is going to be nothing but a stressful and depressing mess for me, I will have to stay away as much as I can. That means no scrolling through Tumblr, Reddit, nor Instagram. I'll still visit to finish up my fan fic, Spicy Water, and try to clear out my drafts. I still got 931 left 💀. There are some of you whose fan fics (and fan fic suggestions) I have yet to read, and I intend on doing that during this period since reading is one way to maintain my sanity in the absence of social media.

But just know that I love and appreciate you all and you will be on my mind during this period. Feel free to message me any time, though my response time may be a little slow. You’re always welcome in my inbox (I’m also on Discord if you prefer: nsk#9480). Stay safe, stay hydrated, stay awesome 💙💙💙 @uncontrol-freak @kg-clark-inthedark @starsharks @rottenheartedchild @rurifangirl @a-chaotic-dumbass @anonymousgeekhere @deephumanoidduckdonut @spoopy-fish-writes @kikicocobell @koisheep and anyone I may be forgetting at the moment😭

As many of you already know, there's a lot going on in my life (personal rant. Skip this next part. I got too carried away but don't feel like deleting anything right now):

A cluttered home (because moving into a smaller home where my bedroom storage is cut in half and I now have to store things in my room that I'm not supposed to store in my room, but have to because my mom and I fear they'll be tampered with)

Living in a constant state of paranoia and fear with a narcissistic dad

Living with a mom who always has to remind me of things I don't want to be reminded of at the most inconvenient times (past issues, new issues, constant issues, and some things just too TMI that got me thinking like, "yeah, I didn't need to hear that before breakfast. Thanks. Now I've started my day on a depressing/or mildly disgusted note")

My mom's health not doing so great

My own health not doing so great (both mental and physical)

Falling behind on class lectures

Those two girls on my team who love to cause trouble for me on group projects

Overload of homework

Pharmacy rotation that takes up a whole day out of my week and drains the life out of me

Wanting to write fan fictions and my novels but not having the time or health to...so now it feels like my soul is dying. I don't know how else to describe it. When I can't write or even daydream the stories I want to write, I feel like I'm withering away.

And to be honest, the debilitating loneliness I feel. Wanting to love and be loved (romantically) and not having the time nor mental health to handle it. And the guy I'm interested in, seems so far away. Like, I want to get to know him better but he's on my team and it's all 'business' and he probably wants nothing to do with me after our team mentor had to call a meeting about our team's toxic dynamics (the meeting was called because me and another girl told our mentor about the toxic crap those two girls were doing). He seemed irritated and after the meeting didn't really talk to me directly much. Maybe I'm overthinking it. That's a big problem with me: I don't talk enough to people, I just stand there and think too much. And just...none of the guys I'm interested in ever seem interested in me. After my last breakup, it feels like the magic of finding out that your crush has a crush on you too, ended for me in 2019. Then there was this one guy my school friend introduced me to. He literally looked me up and down with a scowl or something. I don't know if it was the way I was dressed or what (I know some people hate anything that even remotely resembles khaki pants). Or it could be that I was taller than him (considering that I'm now finding out that a lot of guys are uncomfortable with their height😥). To put it into context, I'm 5'3" (160cm). I want to think it's my overall appearance but my appearance hasn't changed much in the past few years. Let me not get too much into that before my people-pleasing tendencies resurface.

Honestly, there’s just a lot of negative feelings and thoughts coming to my mind. I wish I could live on my own just for a little while until I have myself figured out. Unfortunately I can’t afford it. Balancing a job and pharmacy school isn’t doable for me because I need all the study time I can get. Just want to grow as a person but I feel so stifled living with my parents. I can’t even be out past 7pm apparently? My mom freaks out and wants to call the cops if I don’t reply to her texts within like 10 minutes. Considering her background and the crazy shit happening in the U.S., I understand but geez, give me some breathing room. I don’t know what changed…it wasn’t this bad when I was in undergrad. It was bad just not this bad. And this from the lady telling me I need to start thinking about dating and look around. How am I supposed to go out with a guy if you expect me to text you every 30 minutes now??? I was out with a female friend last weekend and my mom was freaking out so much. Texting, calling, and she even drove up to where we were when I didn’t answer her call. I don’t know what to do. My first step right now would be to get in contact with a therapist and look for apartments so that I can make a plan. Then look into financial resources. Hopefully I can do all that without my dad finding out. I feel like if I can get us away from him, she’ll feel so much better.

#pharmacy school adventures #tw narcissistic parent #tw mental health #mental health #mental breakdown #mentally tired

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