#but hey sometimes something hurts so badly it takes you back to that sad and scared child version of yourself right?

[gen4grl]

you would think after all the yapping i do about these losers i would have a plethora of art uploaded … no… so here is my first kantrio post lol

i did these over the last month while watching the olympic weightlifting and jamming to kpop (stan red velvet and kiss of life BTW!!!)

[jarofstyles]

Pierced

Hi my ducklings! So this is part 2 of Pierced Through The Heart but it can be read as a standalone! I'm sorry it took me so long I've been hella depressed lol. I hope you lover her!

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Warnings- mention of needles, piercing is done/described, oral sex

“Alright… So tell me honestly. No bullshit. How badly does this hurt?” Swinging her legs on the bench, she watched her boyfriend gather what he needed for the piercings.

After becoming his official girlfriend- which hadn’t taken very long- she was quick to cash in on her free piercing promise. The first had been a cartilage piercing, but this was definitely a bigger decision.

Her nipples.

Harry looked up from his preparations, a smirk playing on his lips as he saw the hidden nervousness in her eyes. She liked to play tough but he knew how she was. He didn’t tease her about it too much, but he knew. “It really depends. I’ve had a lot of people who say it doesn’t hurt nearly at all, some who say it does, but only a few who have passed out from it. But I’ll make it quick, promise. And afterwards, you’ll have something beautiful to show for it.”

“I mean, I think I’ve got a good pain tolerance.”

The shop was closed for the day, leaving only Harry and Y/N in the place. It was quieter than she would have imagined, only the noise of their chatting and the soft music on the radio in the back. It had been louder when she came to get her cartilage done when she had brought lunch for both of them a few weeks back. “Hey. wait.” Her brow raised. “Have you ever fucked a customer?”

“Well fuck, come right out with it then.” Harry chuckled at the sudden change in topic, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. Her lack of filter was something he did like about her though. “No, love, can’t say I have.” He walked over to where she was sitting on the bench, leaning against the wall next to her.

He reached out and brushes a strand of hair out of her face, his fingers gently tracing along her jawline. “But I have to say, the idea of fucking a customer who sits on this very bench, getting pierced by my hands, is a pretty tempting one.”

Y/N felt her face heat, his blatant flirtation still getting to her and making her feel giddy. Once the confession had been made, he had fallen completely into loverboy mode- with a libido that she heavily enjoyed the benefits of. “Hm.” It pleased her that he hadn’t had anyone here. She would have been jealous… but knowing he was flirting with the idea of doing it with her? That was a welcomed answer. “Maybe if you’re good and be nice to me when you pierce my tits, I’ll consider it.”

He was always oh, so nice to her. He worshipped her, really. It was insane, actually, sometimes making her wonder if her previous lovers actually liked her at all because the way Harry treated her seemed so genuine and second nature and yet so enamored that she was shocked. The smirk on his lips as he placed the sanitized packaging down on the table beside them made her tummy flip.  “Oh, love, I promise I’ll be extra gentle when I pierce those perky little nipples of yours. They’re my favorite too, y’know.”

“Mmm.” She pursed her lips to hold back a. grin. “You better. I’m delicate, you know.”

Harry chuckled lightly, moving away from her ear and looking into her eyes. He raised a hand to cup her chin, gazing at her like she was the only thing he wanted to look at in this whole world. She sorta was. “Alright, delicate flower. Take that top off and let me see those tits.”

Y/N couldn’t help her laugh, shaking her head as she undid the buttons of her shirt. Harry was the professional here, so he had given her the rundown on how it was going to work- including the fact that he couldn’t play with them for a while after to make sure they healed properly. He had mourned that but quickly got over it when he imagined her, audibly, having them pierced. Theh would suit her incredibly well.

“I’m still sad you’ll have to keep your mouth off of them for a while.” She pouted, opening her shirt to expose her breasts to him. “What a shame.”

Harry chuckled as he watched her, finding her cute when she pouted—he wanted to kiss that pout, but could stop himself from doing so. He stared at her bare breasts longingly, nodding at what she had said. "I know, it is a shame. I’ll get back to it soon enough, though."

Reaching out, he gently took one of her nipples between his fingers, giving it a soft pinch before letting go and reaching for the other. He did the same, his thumbs rolling over the sensitive buds as he admired them. "Fuck, they really are perfect. I'm going to love piercing these."

The touch had her squeezing her legs together. While it wasn’t the most pleasant thing to remember that her boyfriend had his hands on plenty other breasts when he had to pierce them, she assumed he wasn’t as liberal with the touching as he was now. “God, that feels nice.” She whispered, letting the shirt fall off her shoulders.

Harry's gaze darkened at the sight of her bare breasts, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. He realized he was getting a little ahead of himself, but he couldn't help it—she was just too captivating. "Yeah?" He smirked at her, letting go of her nipples before reaching up to play with her breasts in their entirety. He lifted them, feeling their weight in his hands, gently massaging with his fingers. He couldn't wait to do the same with the barbells in them.

“H….” Y/N’s voice was scolding but barely so, breathy as she leaned her head back and watched as he held them in his palms. His big fucking hands that felt so good whenever he touched her. “You’re being dirty… I hope you aren’t like this with your paying clients.” She teased.

Letting out a laugh, his thumbs brushing over her nipples as he teased them. "Oh, M’always the most professional with my clients. But with you...I can't help myself." He leaned in closer to whisper in her ear, his breath warm on her skin as he added "You're the only one I can be dirty with, Y/N. The only one I can touch however I want, say whatever I want. And right now, I want to bury my face between your tits and not come up for air."

“D’you think you should?” She whispered. “You know… Cause you’re not gonna be able to for a while while they’re healing… feel kinda bad that your favorite toys are gonna be for looking and no touching.”

 "I do think about it, believe me. I fucking hate that they'll be out of bounds for a while." He nuzzled into her neck, groaning softly as he pressed a kiss to the skin. "But at the same time, I'm fucking thrilled to get to see these beauties every day, even if it means no touching." 

“You are insane.” She widened her thighs for him to stand between her legs. “Luckily, I like it. So I give you permission to suck on them a little bit… one last taste for a bit.”

Harry's eyes lit up, and he didn't waste a moment in moving to comply with her request. He leaned forward, capturing one of the nipples between his lips and sucking gently. He could feel her arching into him, moaning softly as he teased the sensitive flesh.

Y/N let out a soft moan, the cool metal of his tongue piercing brushing against the pebbled nipple. his large hand held her breast in his hand, keeping it where he wanted as she leaned back on her hand, giving him access to her chest. “God, that piercing is the best thing you’ve done to yourself.” His tongue was the best one.

Harry chuckled softly against her skin, switching to the other nipple and giving it the same treatment. He was relishing in this moment, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. "I knew you'd like it." he murmured, his words vibrating through her breast.

Holding it still, giving his tongue free reign to tease the the sensitive skin. He could feel her heart beating faster under his touch, her breath hitching as he played with her. It was so lovely that his pleasure in giving was just as appreciated in receiving.

To Y/N, every movement of Harry's tongue sent sparks shooting directly to her cunt. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was concentrated on the tips of her tits, and the cool metal only heightened the sensation. With gentle yet firm sucks and teasing licks, he had her sensitive nipples hardened and tingling, the sensation making her arch into his face. One hand held the back of his neck, her own head falling back as he switched back to the other nipple.

“Jesus…” She laughed breathlessly as his teeth grazed the swollen skin. “Careful, baby. You’ve still got t’pierce it. Don’t make me too sensitive.”

Harry chuckled against her skin, pulling back slightly. "You think m’new at this? I know my girl’s tits, baby." He said, smirking as he pressed his forehead to hers. "I know just how far to push it." 

“Mhm.” She narrowed her eyes at him, reaching up to wipe some of his spit from the corner of his mouth. It was shocking how dirty he could get, considering how clean every other part of his life was. “Let’s go then. I gave you your time. I want my nipples pierced.”

Adjusting his position, albeit with a slight pout, he reached for the tray of sterilized needles and other equipment to get it all ready. He didn’t forget the main objective. "Yes ma'am, we’ll get right to it." He sighed, playfully saluting her.

It took little time before she had Harry carefully cleaning her nipples with a medicated wipe, making sure every inch of skin was prepped for the piercing. He then applied a small amount of numbing gel to minimize any discomfort, massaging it into her nipples with gentle fingers. He tried to innocently say it was to help it work better but she only had to give him a look before he let it be.

“Alright, darlin’. Gonna be just like how I told you, okay?” Giving her a reassuring smile, he settled in front of her. “S’gonna pinch, but it’ll be over quickly. When I start to do it, let out and breat through your nose.” Harry's hands were steady as he picked up the needle, focusing on her left nipple first. He pinched the skin lightly with a sterile clamp, ensuring that her piercing would be straight and perfect. He then aligned the needle, giving her the instruction to give her exhale before pushing it quickly through her skin.

She winced slightly as the needle pierced her skin, but Harry was right there to soothe her. He quickly attached the short piece of jewelry and moved to her other nipple, repeating the process. This time around, she knew what to expect and took it better than before.

Her agony lasted just a moment, but he didn't feel right about letting her endure pain alone. Once her nipples were pierced and the jewelry sturdily in place, he was thorough, making sure everything was clean and sanitary before removing his gloves and gripping her chin and placing a soft peck to her lips. “You, lovely, took that better than most people I’ve ever pierced.” His words were genuine. Y/N really had taken it better than grown men had.

“Really?” Her eyes had teared up a bit during the process and yeah- it had hurt.. But it was tolerable enough. She could feel it throbbing as the new piercings adjusted, Harry helping her pull her shirt back on. He had taken the liberty to button her top back, making her grin at how second nature it was for him. Harry liked to take care of her in any way, she was finding out more and more each day.

His thumb stroked over her cheek to wipe away a stray tear, letting out a little hum. "Yeah, honestly, you did amazing. I'm proud of you. Fuck, I bet you're a beautiful crier, aren't you?"

Y/N laughed, shaking her head as she caressed his jaw. The beard was growing in and she loved how it felt under her fingers as she ran them over his face. “You tell me everything I do is beautiful. I think you’re biased.”

Harry's heart warmed as she caressed his jaw. He fucking loved the feeling of her fingers against him. It had become second nature now for her to touch as she pleased and he couldn’t get enough of it. He leaned into her touch, nuzzling her hand with his cheek before pulling it down to kiss her knuckles.  "Yeah, m’totally fucking biased, but why the hell wouldn't I be?" He smirked down at her, stilling her hands and placing them both around the back of his neck before stealing another kiss. "I think you're beautiful, amazing, fuckin’ hilarious, smart as hell… sexy.” He smirked, making her scoff. “No, none of that. I mean every word.” Cradling her cheek, he took a moment to look at her before his eyes drifted down to his now covered work on her tits. “And M’more than honored that now a piece of my work is on your body.”

He watched as she looked down at her covered chest, he could tell she was admiring the work even while covered. "How do you feel?" He inquired lightly.

“I’m good.” It wasn’t really a pain now more than a soreness. But what she hadn’t expected was how it had… sort of turned her on. That pain and the reminder of it made her wake in a different way. Sure, they’d fucked around a bit and he had spanked her and stuff, but this sort of pain was different. Add in the fact that he had said in a fuck drunk lusty spiel against her ear the night before that he was horny over being the one to give her the piercing because it would feel like another claim to her, she couldn’t stop thinking about it.

So naturally, it was time to do something about it.

“I think you did a good job… so I think it’s time for your tip.” A mischievous smirk lit up her lips as she slowly slid to the floor from the bench, knees on the tile as she reached for his belt.

"Fuck, baby." Harry couldn't help but groan at her words, his hands finding her hair as she knelt on the floor in front of him. When she began to work on his belt, he felt his cock jerk to attention and he held his breath. “You don’t have t’do that, baby. I… I didn’t do it for you t’suck me.”

“I know.” Her warm hand ran over his cock, feeling it twitch up against her palm. “That’s partially why I wanna.” It was easy work getting his belt off, leaning in and kissing his cock over his jeans. “Is this an acceptable tip?”

Harry's eyes fluttered shut and he leaned back on the counter, his fingers slowly carding through her hair. "Y/N…" he groaned out, his hips moving forward when she mouthed at his erection over the denim. "…yeah, that's an… s’an acceptable tip. Only for you."

Harry's lips parted as he felt her teeth gently skim over the length of his cock through the fabric of his jeans. "Fuck, don’t…" Harry's hands tightened in her hair, his head falling back against the counter as she continued to mouth at his dick through his jeans. "Y/N, stop, please... I don't wanna cum like this. Want your mouth."

“Oh?” Her eyes lit up at how heavily it effected him. “What about this has you all worked up, baby? I’ve barely touched you…”

Harry's breath hitches in his throat as she speaks, his heart racing in his chest. He looks down at her, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and frustration. "It's because you're being so fucking gentle with me." His voice strained as she ran her finger over the waistline of uis jeans. Something about how she treated him, especially when she got that teasing look on her face, got him all riled up.

“Hm… you like me being all gentle, then?” Looking up at him through her lashes, she gently lifted her other hand under his shirt and lightly dragged her nails down his abdomen. “You like when m’nice and sweet to you?”

Harry shuddered at the feeling of her nails scraping against his skin, a low moan rising in his throat. "Fuck, yeah," he gasped out, fingers taking root in her hair. "I love when you're sweet to me… S’nice having such a sweet girl all for me."

“You’re so hot, H.” She grinned, fingers clasping on his button and slowly dragging down his zipper. “I love that you like that about me. Promise I’ll make this good.” his briefs had a wet patch from his cock leaking, her finger tracing over his twitching length. “Wanna be in my mouth?”

Harry's breath hitches as she speaks, his hips jerking forward as her finger traces over his leaking head. "Yes," he whispers, his voice strained. "I want to be in your mouth so fucking bad, m’baby..." He looks down at her, his eyes pleading. "Please, Y/N... just give me somethin’." His hands are tightened slightly in her hair, his body thrumming with need. 

Sharp jaw clenched, his body tensed as she slowly licked along the base of his shaft, lapping up the bead of moisture at the tip. He watches her, his eyes dark with desire, his voice ragged as he mumbled her name again, pulling her further in. Seeing him slightly desperate really did it for her- so she decided to give it to him. Slowly sucking the tip into her mouth, her tongue lapped over the leaking slit before she let herself sink down a little, pulling back with a soft ‘pop’ sound. “Like that?”

Harry groaned, his head falling back as she started to suck on the tip. "Yes, jus’ like that, baby. Suck me right into that perfect mouth.” Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she slowly took him in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked. Seeing her lips stretched around his girth made him throb harder, his eyes nearly rolling back from the sensation. "That's it, sweetheart. Can I give you some more?"

Before she took him in deeper she nodded, letting Harry's hands find their place in her hair. Holding her in place as he started to thrust gently, his cock slid in and out of her mouth with a sinfully wet sound that had him reeling. His breath hitched as he looked down at her, his perfect vision as he watched his cock disappear between those perfect lips over and over.

Y/N looked like a fucking wet dream. Her lips were plump and stretched around his cock, her cheeks hollowing with every suck. Her eyes were half closed as she focused on him, her brows furrowed in concentration as she took him deeper. A string of spittle connected the tip of his cock to her lips for a moment as she pulled back before plunging back down, her nose nuzzling into the groomed thatch of hair on his groin. Her hands gripped his thighs for support, a blush rising on her cheeks as she continued to pleasure him, letting him lead.

When she took him all the way down, Harry threw his head back and let out a low moan. He felt her gag slightly, her lips brushing against his balls as she tried to take every inch of him. "Oh fuck, baby. That feels so fucking good. Knew you could do it. Tha’s my fucking girl." The guttural groan had her whimpering around him, teary eyes opening a little more to look up at him. It was one of her favorite parts about giving head- getting to see his pretty face contorted with pleasure that she was providing. 

Harry's thighs shook a little as she sucked him messily, her tongue working him over with each bob of her head. He felt himself getting closer to the edge, his breath coming in short, quick bursts. "Shit, sweetheart. M’gonna cum soon if you don't stop." Y/N was talented at giving head, better than anyone he had been with, and it was a blessing and a curse. A blessing because… obviously. A curse, because he didn’t last as long as he wanted to. He wanted to savor every bit of it.

Harry felt his balls tightening, signaling that he was about to come. He didn't want it to end so soon, but Y/N was just too good at what she did for him. He pulled her up and kissed her deeply, tasting himself on her lips. "Goddammit, angel."

She moaned as he kissed her, hand falling down to his spot soaked cock and stroking it in her palm. The wet click of her strokes meddled with their kissing, making her even more eager to finish him off. “It’s okay, baby.” She breathed against his mouth. “Don’t care if it’s quick. Just like making you feel good. I love how you feel in my mouth. Can’t get enough of you. Jus’ let me go back and suck you more, want you to finish in my mouth.”

Harry's breathing quickened at her words. "Shit. If you keep talking like that, I'm gonna fucking cum right now." He closed his eyes as she dropped back to her knees. It was only natural as she went back to sucking him, her hand firmly wrapped around the base of his cock as she gave tight strokes.

He really, really couldn't help the groan that escaped his lips as Y/N went back to sucking him. Her tongue worked its magic on his tip before she took him in as deep as she could, swallowing around him to make him hiss. He felt her hand moving in time with her mouth, creating a perfect rhythm.

Harry's eyes rolled back as he felt Y/N's warm lips delve down for a moment, licking over his sac before returning to his cock. He could already tell he wasn't going to last long, the feeling building in his balls. Grabbing onto her already messy hair, he pulled her closer. "Fuck, baby." He could feel his orgasm building, the feeling spreading from his balls and up his shaft. "Ah, fuck, Baby..” he whined, gritting his teeth. “M’gonna cum, keep fuckin’ doing that. My perfect girl, always make me feel so good. Filthy little thing getting on your knees for me after I pierce your tits. God, m’so obsessed with you." He was babbling a bit, but he couldn’t help it. It truly felt so good that he could pass out given the chance. 

Y/N could hear the desperation in Harry's voice, knew he was close. She loved giving him this kind of pleasure, the kind that made him lose it a little bit. Ever since their first time he had no qualms about showing her how much he adored her while she did this, and it only got better with time. As weird as it may seem, she really loved making him feel good, the weight of him in her mouth- but she wanted to finish him. She picked up her pace and used her free hand to fondle his balls.

"Fuuuck..." Harry hissed, his breath hitching as Y/N added that in, making him lose it. It was too much, too fucking much and he loved it. He couldn’t hold back anymore. With a loud moan, he came. It orgasm hit him hard and fast, his cock pulsing against her tongue as he released his load into her warm and waiting mouth. He tried his best to warn her, but he couldn't form words as he rode out his high. Y/N continued to suck him off as he came hard, milking the last of his orgasm out. She swallowed everything, looking up at him with a hum of satisfaction. Harry was utterly spent, and all that could leave his lips was a shaky grunt of her name.

That was the only thing she wanted to hear when he felt good.

Pulling off of him, a string of spit hung between her lips and the tip of his cock as she smiled up at him, utterly pleased with herself. Getting Harry to cum like that was a privilege, one that she was lucky enough to be the only one to do.

Letting out a laugh in disbelief, he grabbed a handful of Y/N's hair and pulled her up to meet his lips in a deep, messy kiss. He tasted himself on her lips and tongue, only adding to his post-orgasm haze. He held her there, kissing her sloppily as he tried to catch his breath. “Fuck me, that was incredible.” He mumbled into the kiss. “Can barely feel my fuckin’ feet.”

“Good.” Her smile was giddy as she pulled back to wipe her mouth, giving him her most innocent smile. “Hope you enjoyed your tip, baby. If I ever find out someone else did the same, I’ll kill them.” She said in an overly sweet tone.

He chuckled, pulling her close again, placing a sweet kiss on her lips. As if he’d ever need anyone else with the way she made him feel. "Only you do it for me, babe."

“Damn right.” She grumbled, pulling back and wiping her mouth. “Now that payment has been approved… I think I need you to feed me actual food, please.”

Still slightly reeling, he hummed, rubbing his hand over his messy hair as he watched her walk off to grab her coat. "Fine, fine. Let's get some food. Can’t let my number one client starve.”

[tsukimara]

Oh wow.. r-request are open.. t-Tsuki-Chan… w-well don’t mind if I do.. c-can you w-write f-Floyd, Riddle, and Epel with a jellyfish s/o w-who can’t control their stings.. hehe.. *blushes cutely.*

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๋࣭ ˖ 𐔌Boys with jellyfish S/O who can't control their stings!࿐ . ۫

-ˏˋ⋆➔ Characters: Floyd, Riddle and Epel <3

-ˏˋ⋆➔ Hcs, Fluff, Romantic (but it can also be read as platonic), Gn!reader

-ˏˋ⋆➔ Warnings: None!

-ˏˋ⋆➔ A/N: AAAA HELLO 🎀ANON!! T-thank you for y-your request... *Looks away blushing* (We are not crazy I promise)

FLOYD:

• A sea creature? And a jellyfish at that?! You 100% got his attention!

• LIKE OMGGG YOU'RE SO CUTE!! Let him squeeze your cheeks!!!!!

• This boy is so in loveeee.

• He just needs to hug you- !! Oh this sting was unexpected. You can't control it? Well that's fine, that doesn't stop him from hugging you!

• He wouldn't take it too seriously, he'd just laugh it off and ignore your stings.

• In short, he will test how many times he will get sting if he hugs you for a long time. He won't lie your cuddles are interesting now!

• Sometimes he touches your cnidocytes specifically to see how they feel. He doesn't do it often because he doesn't want to get stings all over his hands.

• But if he's in a bad mood he can get a little irritated but don't worry! It will pass quickly when he remembers that you can't control it and he will go back to teasing you.

• Floyd is an electric eel (correct me if I'm wrong), right? If so, I doubt he would feel your sting very much. They would actually tickle him a little.

• He'd love to help you control your stings but doesn't really know how. Even though they don't bother him, he knows you don't want to sting EVERYONE who touches you.

• Like hey don't be sad! Hug him instead of others! He doesn't mind.

• He actually thinks it's a good 'weapon' to scare others away if they bother you.

• Still, he will help you, he will ask others and look for information.

• "Sorry I sting you again..." "Sting? It was more like a little pinch than a sting zappy!"

• Ah yes, his nicknames.

• He likes to tease you for not being able to control your stings so he gave you the nickname 'zappy'.

RIDDLE:

• Ummm, that's interesting..

• I think he would be slightly interested in your cnidocytes, but that doesn't mean he wants to touch them.

• He's not much of an affectionate person so he's not too worried about being stinged by you.

• However, if he was standing too close to you and you accidentally touched him with your cnidocytes, expect a yelp from him.

• He'll think you did it on purpose so he'll scold you.

• "Hey! That hurt! You can't do that. What if you hurt someone else? Your behavior is incorrect." "I'm so sorry Riddle!!! I don't know how to control them!" Oh-

• Since you told him that, he'll pay a little more attention when he comes near you. Not in a bad way but he doesn't want to get sting again.

• Now he'll know he can't scold you so much for something you can't control.

• Of course he will also tell you to be careful because he doesn't want anyone to get hurt (Actually he doesn't want you to feel guilty but he won't admit it).

• For that he will try to help you with them somehow. No matter what, he will look for a solution to your problem so you don't have to worry about it anymore.

• He knows that every time you tried to hug someone it always ended badly so you stopped trying to hug others.

• Riddle isn't really used to things like affection, but he'll try to dress up so you can't sting him and he'll let you hug him a bit.

• Just don't tell anyone!

• He will dress like this most of the time until you guys find a solution to control your sting.

EPEL:

• Epel doesn't really know how to react.

• Yes, you have something cool to defend yourself but he won't lie, he doesn't really like being stinged.

• But when he finds out that you don't do it on purpose, he will look at it differently.

• "Ouch! What was that for?- Ah right, that was unintentional." He'll try not to sound mad at you because he's not, he just never expects to get stinged.

• Over time he will get used to them and will say that you can knock down whoever you want!

• When he gets sting, he claims it didn't hurt him at all, showing that he is tough.

• It actually hurt him, but he didn't want you to think he was weak or you to blame yourself!!

• " !!- N-no, What are you talking about? Uhh... It doesn't hurt that much! See? I'm not as weak as others."

• He says it would be fun to prank someone with your stings.

• Epel is not a very affectionate person but he doesn't mind physical contact, sometimes it just makes him blush.

• That's why he will dress in such a way that you can hug him or hold his hand without worrying about hurting him.

• Even if the clothes don't fit and Vil might pick on him, he'll still dress like that. He wants to show you that he cares about you!

• He will help you control your stings, no matter if he will have to read thousands of books or ask everyone in the world if it means it will help you.

• He will even try to get something that can help you control them!

• If that means you'll be happy then he will be too!

-ˏˋ⋆➔ Twisted Wonderland Masterlist

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-ˏˋ⋆➔ Rules request

[insomniadreamzz]

Can I please make a request for Jinx x fem reader.

I was thinking reader has really really dry skin, and forgets to use moisturizer. Maybe one day Jinx sees readers cracking bleeding hands and freaks out! Could it please end with soft Jinx rubbing in moisturizer to readers hands.

Thank you!

I care for you

Jinx x Fem!Reader

The cold weather made your skin feel all itchy since you had naturally a very dry skin, making you have a hard time during winter. Usually you knew about this issue but these days you were way too busy to care for yourself.

You were busy going on missions, helping Jinx out whenever she needed something but you didn’t get a lot of time to talk to her since she was busy herself. You missed having time only for you two without being stressed.

The blue haired girl entered her hideout after a long, stressful day. Her pink eyes scanning the area, searching for you. When her eyes looked at the floor, she saw little drops of blood on it, causing her to freak out immediately.

What if something happened to you? What if you are hurt? It’s her fault she left you alone. All of those thoughts made her nearly panic but she tried her best to not lose herself completely. You needed to be somewhere in here and you might needed her help.

Jinx shouted your name, trying to get your attention and she got greeted by you looking like you just napped, which you did. „Why are you yelling??…“ You asked her as you rub your eyes, her being too focused on being happy to see you are fine so she didn’t notice your hands, rushing over to you and hugged you so tightly you nearly fell down. „I am so glad! I-I saw blood, I thought you are injured…I thought something bad happened to you. I am never gonna leave you alone again!“ She cried in your arms, even though she had no reason to feel worried you got badly injured, you knew she thought you were nearly dead but then she pulled back to take a better look at you, her eyes scanning your body for possible injuries.

„Jinx…I am fine please. I just napped.“ You said with a little soft groan. She only stopped once she took your hands in hers, you were surprised yourself, you didn’t realise the skin on your hands were cracking and bleeding. „Y-You are bleeding! Why are you lying to me?!“ She began to panic again, her hands gently holding yours as she took a better look at them, then she looked up into your eyes again. You couldn’t tell if she was sad or just really mad at this point. Probably both.

„You shouldn’t lie to me! I thought you love me…why did you lie to me? You’re just like everyone else aren’t you??“ Her voice cracked and her body was shaking. You still were a little overwhelmed by her reaction, sometimes you just forgot how mentally unstable your girlfriend was and that every tiny thing could make her explode into a anxious mess.

„But-…Jinx I was sleeping. I am confused as well.“ You really didn’t notice your skin was already cracking on your hands, you just kept doing your work and maybe you also overworked yourself and just fell asleep without noticing anything on your hands.

She looks at you and within seconds she slapped across your face, leaving a red mark on your cheek. „Liar!“ She was still stuck in her own mind, the voices in her head getting louder as she fell on her knees and holding her head, driving totally away as she grumbled, talking to the voices in her head. You kneeled down in front of her, Jinx shifting away from you. „Hey…why would I lie to my love? You know I would never. I promised you.“ You said with a soft voice, trying to calm her down. Your heart broke seeing her cry and struggle about something you didn’t even notice. She was breathing heavily as she looked at you but you knew she was still stuck, struggling with herself.

„You know I do have naturally a very dry skin don’t you? I told you once. This cold weather makes it worse and…I didn’t put moisturiser on my hands like I should and that causes them to crack and it can get so bad that they start bleeding on some places. No one hurt me. I am fine.“ You tried to explain to her as you looked straight into her eyes. Your words sounding serious and she slowly started to come back to you to reality, her breathing getting slower and steadier.

„I love you. I would never betray you.“ You said before taking the chance to place a kiss on her lips, the voices in her head fading as she felt your lips on hers and she finally relaxed. Jinx went back to reality and she kissed you back.

„Why…why didn’t you take care of yourself?“ She mumbled before getting up. „Stay where you are.“ She said and in a few seconds she got back to you with moisturiser you usually used and gently rubbed it on your hands. Her touch was so gentle like being scared to crush your hands, it was so cute you couldn’t help but smile at her, watching her being very focused on helping you.

„If you don’t take care of yourself…I will take care of you.“ And she meant it. From now on she won’t miss a day to remind you of using your moisturiser on your hands so you won’t get hurt again.

She will always take care of you just like you take care of her.

[risingmoonyue]

In the end, it was a quiet morning when it all happened. The dew was still sitting gently outside, and the sun was just beginning to rise. Shinichi and Ran were in some small resort in the woods, quietly taking in the stillness of the sunrise while Kogoro slept inside.

"...hey, Conan-kun?" Shinichi looked up at Ran, who was glancing at him hesitantly. She was beautiful, coated in the first rays of the morning. He would never get tired of looking at her. "Let's say for a minute... Someone like- like Shinichi, was hiding something, and even though I confronted him about it, multiple times, he kept hiding it... Why do you think he would do that?"

But he would get tired of her unique ability to consistently take him off guard.

He stopped breathing for a minute. His heart raced. Ran was suspecting him again, but... Rather than directly confronting him, as she had all the times before, she was asking for his reasoning without directly acknowledging him.

His heart ached. Ran; dear, kind Ran who just wanted to know why he kept pushing her away. Why he couldn't stay, but couldn't ever leave. Why he could never bring himself to be honest with her. Why he left her once and came back so unbelievably unrecognizable to almost everyone.

Ran, who was possibly the most patient being on Earth.

Ran, who Shinichi sometimes privately thought was the closest thing to an Earth-born angel.

Ran, who Shinichi was deeply, completely and utterly, hopelessly in love with.

He wanted to tell her so very badly. The need to say something that always burned at a low simmer in his gut roared to life once again, making him feel almost lightheaded. Perhaps he couldn't - wouldn't - do so directly, but maybe...

He thought for a minute, contemplating his next words. He shouldn't. Haibara and the Professor would kill him, but. It's been so long, and in the end, Shinichi is so very weak for Ran.

If he hadn't been stopped before, he would have told her way back when this started, and several times over in the coming months.

Indeed, if Ran asked anything of him, no matter how much he put up a token complaint, he tried his level best to fulfill it. Even what she didn't ask for directly, he tried to give her. Despite that, true and honest answers about himself were one thing he has been unable to do give her recently, much to both of their dismays. First by outside interference, then by his own fear and paranoia.

But... In this gentle morning, where everything was gently illuminated by the rising sun, could he perhaps give her the slightest bit? Could he ease some of the fire burning him alive?

Shinichi loved Ran more than he feared death itself, and feared her death more than any torture he could possibly imagine. The thought of speaking about everything aloud, into her ears where anyone could see or where something might get out... It paralyzed him.

But this was all phrased as an innocent question. A simple thought experiment, a hypothetical, early in the morning in a small resort isolated from the rest of the world.

A simple question a big sister is asking her little brother in a moment of quiet contemplation.

If this was the way she was asking, then...

"... I dunno, Ran-neechan. But maybe it's something he's not allowed to tell and he's super scared, or it's something reaaaaally big and mean, and he's trying to keep everyone safe!" Ran looked at him, a terribly sad and understanding look in her eyes. It hurt to look at, so he looked out towards the sunrise again, letting the reflection off his glasses hide his eyes. "Or! Maybe he's hiding, or even protecting other people too! He's never here, and never wants to be noticed, right??"

Silence. A deep breath - in for four, hold for seven, out for eight. He thinks she's using the same breathing pattern.

She exhales slowly, her breath wobbling a little. He didn't look at her. In the end, it's all in her court.

"... I see. Thank you, Conan-kun. That's a interesting idea."

It was quiet for a while longer, and as the sunrise reached its last rays, he tentatively asked, "Ran-neechan?"

He heard her clothes rustle as she looked at him.

"Will you..." He paused. "If. If my idea is right, and Shinichi-niichan comes back later - for good - and wants to apologize and tell you everything... Will you listen to him?"

A breath. Two. Three. The sunrise has ended, and thus begins a new day.

He felt a hand gently lay itself on his head.

He looks at her. She's smiling gently, the same smile that tells him it will be okay, and it will always be so.

The one that gives him life every morning, that feuls every breath he breathes.

The one that is so uniquely Ran.

"Of course, Conan-kun. I'll be sure to listen carefully when that time comes."

Shinichi stares with wide eyes, almost unbelieving. A wave of relief crashes down on him, as some long hidden tension finally leaves him, rendering him unable to hold himself up anymore as he slouches into Ran.

No, he thinks. No matter how mad Haibara and Hakase get at him later, he won't regret this one bit.

He smiles up at her, his eyes watering as he stares into his own personal sun, the star his very life and being orbits around.

"Thank you, Ran."

[luveline]

sorry if this is basic- but miguel with reader having nightmares?? Ty! <3

thank you for your request ♡ fem!reader

Miguel's already awake when you stir. Sitting up in bed, a lightweight tablet against his thigh with schematics for a slightly more optimised ADJF (autonomous dimension-jump facilitator) open and burning into his retinas one pixel at a time. 

You sleep badly, sometimes. More than a hundred moons ago, before sharing his bed was the norm for you, before Miguel knew how best to bring you down, something awful happened. A strike against an anomalous Doc Ock turned bad. You got thrown down and concussed, enough wits about you to watch with clarity but no strength to stop it as an octobot culled a civilian two feet in front of you. 

It bothers you often. You tell him less. You can't run from it in your sleep, arms locking up against your chest, your body inching closer to his under the sheets like you're looking for him. 

He puts the tablet frame on the nightstand and turns to you. 

Your elbow digs into his ribs. He frowns and takes your wrist, pulling your hand down to your thigh. "Cariño," he murmurs, laying down next to you to sweep over your face with a fond concern. "Es un mal sueño. Nada más." It's a bad dream. Nothing more. 

You make a sound. Not quite a whimper but a hurting pull of air. Miguel frowns and wraps his arms around you, pulling your sleeping weight onto his chest. 

"Estas bien. Cálmate, mi corazón," he says, his lips barely parted. It's okay. Calm down, my heart. 

He waits for the flinch. It comes every time you have one of these nightmares, like you've missed a step. You wake with a harsh gasp and racing pulse, the heel of your palm pressed to his heart as you jolt, your head nearly slamming into his chin. 

"Miguel?" you ask. 

He hates that you actually sound scared. 

"I'm here," he says. 

"You're here," you say, breathing funny. You inhale too much and exhale too little. 

Miguel isn't confident, but he can act it. He strong arms you, your face to his, your tight shoulders under his hand. He rubs your thumb into the tensed muscles there unapologetically. The pressure is unkind, and it snaps you back into place, so to speak. 

"It was that dream again," you explain unnecessarily. 

"I know."

He pulls you, hoping you'll lay down again, but you stay put. He pulls again. You're a statue, lethargic and lost in your own mind for long, quiet minutes. All he can do is stroke the back of your hand.

You squint at the bleary light slugging in from the window. "Shit, sorry. Did I wake you? It's so early." You stroke his cheek, but your hand is shaking. 

"I was awake. I don't need you to worry about me, I'm worried about you," he confesses, bringing his pinky finger to the corner of your eye and stroking downward. You look at one another. His gaze is patient, unfailing, while yours is wired wrong, tears shiny along your waterline. "Don't look so sad, mi cielo. Please." 

"I keep seeing his face." 

"I know," he says, bringing his second hand up to cup both of your cheeks. "Hey, look at me." 

"I don't want his face to look like yours. Like, I'll start seeing you in my dreams instead of him. Is that– is that selfish? To want it to stay his face?" 

Miguel doesn't know if that's selfish, but he knows you aren't, not at your core. You make mistakes, you give in to temptation often and poke fun at others, but you do what's best for people when it counts. You would've saved the civilian if you could have. You would've died for him. 

"You're not selfish," he says. "You're brave. Now lay down. The sun has some work to do." 

"You don't need to go?" you ask, sighing quietly as his hands trace down your neck, your shoulders. 

He drags you into his chest. One arm curls around your back like an iron bar, corded muscle taut behind you. Miguel can't stop the nightmares and he's awful with words, but the physical is easy. He can hug you and hold you and press barely there kisses to the top of your head while you settle down. He can lay there with you for a few hours while you get some much needed rest. 

[fairyhaos]

how seventeen act after catching a cold

requested by anon: "Hey, can u pls do "how svt will act after catching a cold" like will they be clingy or crank with their s/o 😆"

notes: hope you enjoy! this is basically like the s/o counterpart to this post haha but they can also totally be seen separately

masterlist

seungcheol:

has those great big hacking coughs that make it sound like his lungs are being torn in two. he starts coughing and then motions for you to back away really quickly bc he doesn't want you to catch his germs. also a whiny baby. complains about his headache, his blocked nose, even his own coughs. asks you to check his temperature every hour bc he swears he's burning up so bad even though "cheol it's literally just an ordinary cold—"

jeonghan:

clingy. so so clingy. acts like every cold is as terrible as some major illness. tries to use it as an excuse to not get up for the entire day and spend it cuddling in bed with you (and conveniently forgetting that he's sick and could totally pass it onto you—unless… that's his intention…?). sounds like an old man w a croaky voice, laughs at himself and is striking up a conversation with you every half an hour bc he sounds so funny

joshua:

gets a cold just as autumn is setting in. gets another cold when winter is at its peak. gets a (kind of) cold in the summer due to his hay fever. asks you to carry around tissues w you so there's always someone who has it just in case. sometimes when he doesn't have a cold he'll lie in bed beside you and breathe rlly loudly through his nose as if to appreciate the fact that he can actually do it

junhui:

is absolutely Devastated. rarely catches colds, suffers terribly when he actually gets them. coughs so hard that his eyes start watering. loses his appetite, doesn't wanna eat or drink anything. initially refuses the conciliatory hugs you offer before falling into them willingly. is like a sad, dejected kitten for the entirety of his cold. almost starts crying in the middle of the night bc his throat feels like sandpaper n he hates it :((( needs to be petted on the head until he calms down

hoshi:

dramatically throws himself onto you when he comes back from work to tell you that he found out this morning that he was unwell and his head hurts so bad and he starting coughing so much that he almost wet himself. clings to you like a limpet for the entire evening. only lets you go bc you convince him you'll cook him something nice to eat. insists on sleeping next to you, croakily asks in the middle of the night if you'll still love him if he had no voice

wonwoo:

tries to breathe through his blocked nose, fails badly and sounds like the sputtering engine of a tractor. is utterly miserable, will not let you take care of him bc he's so sure he can take care of himself. eventually caves when you put his head in his lap and massage his headache away. very drowsy and kinda not-there the entire time he's awake, doesn't state it outright but he's really obviously hinting that he wants you to hold him throughout the night

woozi:

doesn't tell you when he catches a cold. you can only tell bc he's shuffling around the house a little sluggishly and he's taking ibuprofen along with his supplements in the morning. you try to convince him to sleep instead of going out to the gym but he insists that working out will help him sweat off the cold (?). comes home an hour earlier than normal bc he couldn't breathe through his blocked nose

minghao:

is mad. at his cold, mainly, but that makes him mad at everything so pls be a little delicate with him bc he might snap at you if you say the wrong thing. but then he immediately apologises afterwards because he doesn't mean it at all, he's just tired and his head hurts and his voice sounds weird in his own brain. gets really sleepy, ends up falling asleep on you on the couch while trying to tell you about his day. wakes up two hours later bc of his coughing fit

mingyu:

is sneezing??? a lot??? even though he has a cold??? asks you to cook chicken broth for him, is yelling instructions into the kitchen from where he's laying on the couch in the living room surrounded by pillows and a blanket. grabs the bowl and slurps the soup straight from it like a little child. asks you to pet his head to help him go to sleep, refuses to sleep in his own room during the day bc he wants to see you :((( it would sound rlly sweet if he hadn't coughed at you in the middle of the sentence

dokyeom:

is leaking liquid from his nose everywhere. throws his arms around you to hug you then pulls away quickly with a sleeve over his nose bc the sudden movement made his runny nose almost get all over you. doesn't carry around tissues with him, needs you to run to get some for him whenever he coughs too hard. puts his head in his lap and asks you with his puppy eyes to give him head pats and even tho he's sick you can't say no bc he's looking up at you so sadly

seungkwan:

asks in a baby voice for you to make him warm food bc he feels absolutely terrible </3 you have to force the paracetamol down his throat bc he keeps complaining about feeling terrible but doesn't Wanna take meds. carries round a silk hanky you bought for him once and always dramatically holds up a hand in the middle of a conversation to fish into his pocket and cough or sneeze into it

vernon:

has tissues permanently held over his nose, holds up his hand if you get too close and tells you to back away in case you get his cold. doesn't let you touch him even if it's just a common cold, tries to leave when you enter the same room as him before you reassure him 10 times that you'll be fine. sounds so nasally bc his nose is all bunged up to the point that it's almost comical, and you can't talk to him for too long before feeling like laughing

chan:

wants cuddles 24/7, even when he's sick. gets jokingly hurt if you hesitate, asks if a measly cold will stop you from giving him hugs. has those really wet coughs and they're so often and so hard that you have to pat his back to get him to stop coughing. disappears into his room saying he wants to take a nap, emerges the next day looking even worse than before bc now he even has a fever. wants to be spoon fed soup in bed

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[kodamaghost00]

Can you do 30 headcanons for Glamrock Chica?

30 Glamrock Chica Headcanons

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[Disclaimer!!]

This post will contain: NSFW,Sfw,Fluff,Smut

It’s also Genderless for the girls,gays and theys! You are a Technician in these scenarios!

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Let’s begin!

She’d call you “Cupcake” and “Sugar”! She’d dislike calling you by your name.

She loves taking you out for dinner! She obviously loves pizza and will adopt your taste!

She’ll give her opinion on your outfits. And she’ll be honest about it too!

She’s very kind and some customers are taking advantage of that. Every time you step in and speak up for her she’ll blush badly.

She would initiate your first kiss and you also don’t mind it! But regardless she’ll say “Omg cupcake I’m so so sorry! I should’ve asked you beforehand!!!”. You’d reassure her that you liked it.

She would love the game “Just Dance” and whether you like it or not she will force you to do it with her.

When kids come in mazercise she loves to play tag with them in the labyrinth.

In the after hours of the Pizzaplex she likes to go to Roxy and chill in her green room.

She’d be a bottom but she also never had anything against topping you. She enjoys oral more than anything else.

She will plan so many dates for you two to go on. Most of them include cooking/backing so you two can talk while eating your self made food!

One time she told you to meet her in the her bakery after your shift ended. Once you entered the kitchen she ran up to you with a huge smile saying “You came! I’ve got everything ready for our date night!! Let’s get ready and make some cookies!”

When the cookies were in the oven you both sat down at a table waiting for them. She sat across from you and held your hand gently with a little blush forming on her cheeks.

You compliment her on a daily basis but this time was different. “Thank you cupcake… you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever known…”. You also blushed so you both started to laugh.

Once the cookies were ready you two brought them to her green room where you both sat down and watched TV while eating your food.

She cries every time an animal dies/gets hurt in a movie or series.

She is the most sexualized animatronic in the Pizzaplex so she gets catcalled/assaulted a lot. Everytime that happens it ends with you and the creep having a Fistfight. The police often gets involved too.

When you two cuddle she’s always giving you small kisses and goes through your hair.

She’d get super exited when she sees you wearing her merchandise! “You look super cute cupcake!”

When she has a solo on stage she performs like a goddess! Hitting every single note perfectly. One of her most requested songs is “Girlfriend” by Avril Lavigne.

She gets nervous when little kids request her for a birthday party. She starts to tap her feet rapidly in order to calm down.

Sometimes she gets lost in her own thoughts when she practices her Guitar. She hums to all her favorite songs.

She is super sad over Glamrock Bonnie’s death. They had a brother-sister bond that nobody could ever achieve with her. She keeps a bowling ball in her room to remember him.

She’s super flirty. When you do something nice for her she’ll say “For that you’ll get a nice little treat later…~”

She’d ask you politely for intimacy though. She’d exactly say “Hey cupcake…? Could we… y’know. Have some fun?” You’d chuckle and gladly say yes.

She also enjoys when you two take your time on the foreplay. She loves the feeling of your tongue.

She would enjoy Vanilla more than BDSM. But if you’re into it she’ll try.

She would go to Freddy if she had any self esteem problems. She looks up to him and loves his reassurance.

No matter how fun she is she also has her own problems. She’s scared that if she drops the build up persona that people will like her less.

She’s also scared that she’ll start eating garbage again. She can’t seem to control it.

In the end of the day it’s you two against the world. She’s always there for you and you for her. “I love you so so much cupcake… thank you for everything!”

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- Your Ghost ༼ つ ╹ ╹ ༽つ

[luke-hughes43]

so,

during dani's lacrosse season, she has a home game while will is ont he east coast so they play at the same time and will can't watch her play. which he hates, because he always watches dani play.

it ends up being a conference matchup against pitt, who hated her when she played at bc so she knows they are still going to hate her now. but dani is prepared for that.

during the game, she ends up taking a ball off the back of her shoulder, and it hurt so badly. it was intentionally shot at her.

she crumbled to the ground holding her shoulder and everything.

she ends up being fine, putting up 7 points in the game and the trainer looked at her and told her that it's just gonna be a nasty bruise. which is all that it is. but it's deep and very black and blue and purple.

she calls will after the game, knowing he won't answer, and leaves a voicemail. it's their thing, regardless of if the other will answer, they always call each other after a game. dani tells him, "hey babe. just finished against pitt. we won like 15 to 6, i had 4 goals and 3 assists. don't kill yourself trying to watch the game it was honestly boring. i hope you have a good game and i'm gonna throw it on when i get home. good luck and i'll talk to you later. i love you, bye."

will gets back to his phone after the game and smiles when he sees the voicemail and smiles the whole time he listens to it. toff, mack, and dellandrea all ask him, "dani?"

"yea. she had a game today at 3 their time so it was 6 here. we always call after games. i guess she had 4 goals and 3 assists in a big win which is awesome. i'll call her when we get back and then probably crash." will explains to his nosy teammates.

since it doesn't hurt too badly after a few days, she honestly forgets about it. that is until will gets home and sees the still very visible and sore bruise. she's changing in the morning to head to lift and he sees the dark purple mark on her shoulder and exclaims, "dani what the hell happened?"

"what do you mean?"

"the bruise on your shoulder blade?" will says in a 'duh' tone of voice. dani winces when she realizes that she never told him about it. she says quietly, "oh. i got a ball shot at me against pitt. i thought it healed."

"why didn't you tell me?" will says grabbing at her hips to pull her back so he can look closer at it. his fingers carefully dance around the very dark mark on her shoulder and he presses carefully earning a soft wince out of her. she says, "it honestly isn't that bad. it hurt int he moment but i brushed it off and finished the game. i didn't think i needed to say anything because it's just something that happens sometimes. i'm literally fine."

"but you didn't tell me? why not?" will asks as he keeps looking at the mark on her shoulder. he's sad that she got hurt and didn't tell him.

while will is still looking at her shoulder, dani explains, "i didn't think it mattered will. it wasn't a serious injury, i kept playing. it's a thing that happened. i get hit with lacrosse balls all the time at practice and don't tell you. i didn't think it was a big deal."

"i just wanna know these things baby. even you think it's not a big deal, i do. because i hate when i have roadies and can't be there to watch you play. it sucks, so you telling me the small details makes me feel like i was there. and you're sure that you're ok?"

"i'm positive william. it hurt in the moment but i honestly forgot it was there. i get sore during lifts sometimes but overall it's not that bad anymore." dani says and smiles when she feels will presses a feather light kiss to it, trying not to irritate it.

dani turns in his hold and drops her arms to his shoulders and fiddles with the curls at the nape of his neck. just above where his chain sits. she smiles at him, "i appreciate the concern babe, i do. but i'm fine. you know that i'd tell you if i wasn't."

"like you did during the natty when you partially shredded your knee?"

"that's different. the natty doesn't count and you know that." she says and kisses him softly. she pulls away and they are both smiling at each other. will pulls her in for a hug and she says, "i promise to tell you next time someone uses me for target practice during a game."

"thank you." will says but it's muffled from his face being buried in her chest from their hug. dani smiles and says, "i love you will."

"i love you too dani." will replies and his fingers start drawing random shapes into the bare skin of her back. she smiles at the feeling and says pulling away from the hug, "ok. i really gotta dressed now so i'm not late. you still driving me?"

"yea and then me and mack are heading to the rink for an optional lift before practice. i'll text you when i'm done and maybe we can do lunch or something between classes." will says as dani changes into her workout clothes.

she smiles as she tosses one of will's sharks hoodies on, "works for me. i'm done at like 5 so if you could also pick me up, that'd be great."

will nods and they grab their bags before heading towards the door to put their shoes on. they see mack just sitting in the kitchen on his phone. he notices them walking in and says, "nice of you to finally be ready. i thoguht i was gonna have to barge in there."

"you have a car, you can drive yourself." will points out to mack who just rolls his eyes at the blonde boy and dani giggles.

"that's no fun." mack says teasing will.

will grabs his keys and then dani's hand as they walk down to the car and head off to all of their responsibilities for the day. dani presses a kiss to will's cheek when they get to the stanford athletics facilities and says, "i love you, i'll see you later babe."

"love you too. have fun and be careful."

"where's the fun in that" dani shoots back with a wink before meeting up with her teammates. mack climbs in the front and will starts the drive to the practice rink. mack knows better than to quesiton whatever that was between will and dani so he just puts on music and drinks his coffee.

[mbti-notes]

Anon wrote: Hey mbti-notes, I hope you're doing well! I'm an 18 year old INFJ closeted non-binary (female) from Norway so please excuse my English. There's basically some really bad behavior I have around my mother and I can't figure out why I'm like this or why I can't change, so I figured I'd just ask you since you seem to be pretty good at this stuff.

We've had a pretty challenging relationship for a while, so I'll just start from the beginning. When I was 11 or 12 (I don't exactly remember) her depression started flaring up from her childhood. She had a really bad relationship with her parents too, but I won't include the details or extent of that. She would get angry a lot, over very small things, and if I said no to anything she asked she would get sad and swear at me. It felt like there was nothing I could do to prevent the outbursts, it was so random and dependent on how she was feeling. Only thing I could do was keep paying attention to her feelings. I just ended up saying yes to everything and pretend to be happy. I don't really remember anything except fear from back then, and I'm also pretty sure it's around then that my suicidal thoughts popped up for the first time. Theyve stayed up until now, I can't remember a day without hearing one, but I haven't actually tried suicide to be perfectly clear. I also vividly remember that I couldn't allow myself to have them at all, it's my mother's thing and I can't bring myself to take the attention away from her. I obviously don't think this now though. Its so silly. (or is it) I tried to stay as invisible as I could. Invisibility seemed to be comforting... I could relax, away from all the anger if I just sat quietly in my room. My brother did the opposite, he loved taking up space and had his own struggles with shame and self-esteem to deal with. He was very vocal about everything that was wrong and the things he wanted, and didn't care as much about the others. He caused a lot of conflict in our family. My brother and my mother had a huge emotional volume for anything they were feeling, and that definitely does not go well together. Huge crash I must say. Even just going outside could turn into a massive ordeal and I just wanted to run away. My mother would get angry at him a lot, and sometimes I would even blame him (internally) for causing the pain she (and I) was feeling because of it. This might also be because I was also afraid I was the reason my mother was feeling this way. I wanted to be with my dad, because he's predictable and generally positive too. She definitely saw that I preferred being with him and blamed herself for not being a good enough mother. Even now, I can't tell if it's wrong of me to recognize that the reason she blames herself is depression, rather than blaming myself for her feelings.

After this went on for a while, she went to a mental hospital for ten weeks, and honestly, that was... relieving. I felt peace. I got to cry with someone to lean on again. It's really hard for me to cry still, it makes my body hurt a lot. My dad also stayed a lot at home to care more for us and because he was getting burnt out from work. I still liked hanging around in my own head a lot, making up stories and forgetting about the world a bit. My parents were wondering why I wouldn't let them into my world, and just the thought of it terrified me. And that's one of the reasons why I'm coming to you today, because I have no idea why I just can't. No matter the willpower, I just can't. My head starts hurting, it gets hard to breathe, my heart races and I just don't want to. Ever. I'm supposed to be able to share it because I'm allowed to, they want me to, but I cant take down my own walls and I should be able to. It would make her feel better. I'm trying really hard to think why I'm like this, and there's two scenarios when I shared something about myself willingly, where I was acting a bit spontaneously and felt good about myself and she reacted badly. Also one time, when she found out something about me, I was watching a YouTube video and she took my phone away and showed it to my dad. I don't know what was bad about it. I always hid what I was doing from that point.

Some time after she got back home I became a true teenager, I started feeling really spiteful about her and would try to show "discontent" (rather than anger), I would ignore her, refuse her help and try my hardest to shut her out. She hates it. My best guess as to why is because she can't bare the thought of her child not wanting to share their life with her. And part of me feels really bad for her and wants to change that, one of them is terrified at the thought, and the other just wants to scream fuck you as loud as possible, burn it all down and never ever see her again. She doesn't deserve that. She deserves peace. So why can't I change? I don't know... I honestly just want her to stop trying to get into my life. Even her just looking at me pisses me off. My dad talks a lot to me about letting her in too. He's told me a lot about her past and how she feels about me. He says that she cared a lot about me, but I just can't see it. Even though it doesn't make sense. Why would she try to be part of my life if she doesn't care? But I just don't believe that she really does. She doesn't see me, but of course she doesn't, because I don't fucking let her. This whole behavior of mine is just irrational, childish and unfair. I wish she could let me say no or ask for her to do something differently or even just be angry without her blaming herself for everything and forgetting to see my perspective. I wish she could let her feelings go for a single moment, and just see me. I'm tired of seeing her feelings all the time. I wish I could see her too.

It's really hard to explain my thought process because it doesn't make any sense to me... I hope you can still maybe figure something out? I genuinely can't find the answer. Thanks for all you do! I hope you are well and relaxed during your Christmas break, even through the weird things happening in the world at the moment... Wishing you peace <3

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Your thought process makes a lot of sense, in fact, I'm not seeing anything irrational about it. Why do you feel like you're being irrational, though? It's basically because there's a clash going on between what is right and what is wrong, but you're unclear about which side you're actually on.

One of the major problems with growing up in a dysfunctional family is that nobody modeled for you what a healthy relationship ought to look like. This is a big problem not just for dealing with your family, but also for your future relationships. The relationship patterns that we learn as a child often carry over into our future friendships and romances. So, it is definitely in your best interests to make sense of this sooner rather than later.

There are many different aspects to consider when you want to determine whether a relationship is "healthy". I will only discuss what is most relevant to your case, but you can always study more about relationship skills on your own, as an ongoing project for Fe development.

One of the most important aspects to consider is whether there is mutual respect. Mutual respect is predicated on the idea that every party is capable of setting respectful boundaries between self and other. Do you understand why boundaries are essential? If people don't have boundaries or don't respect boundaries, it is all too easy for exploitation, manipulation, or abuse to occur, which immediately makes the relationship unhealthy, even toxic.

Each individual should have their own personal boundary that is respected by others. There are many facets to a healthy personal boundary, an important one being that you are entitled to a certain degree of agency and privacy with regard to your personal life. Your life is yours to live as you see fit, and others should be respectful of that. In turn, you should also respect other people's right to live life on their own terms, rather than getting too involved in trying to change them or control them.

Now, take this concept and apply it to your family. Was there mutual respect? Were healthy boundaries set and respected? No and no. Your personal boundary never really had a chance to form properly because, at 12, your entire existence was given over to your mother.

When a parent suffers from mental illness, it is common for the parent and child to swap roles and the child becomes the caretaker for the parent. This is a very unhealthy dynamic. Firstly, children are not psychologically equipped to be caretakers, so giving them such a huge responsibility basically robs them of a healthy childhood.

Secondly and more importantly, what this teaches the child is that they don't matter. The needs of the parent always come first, so the needs of the child get severely neglected. But, now at 18, you ought to know that children have a lot of needs because they are growing fast, in every way. When a child's needs are chronically neglected, developmental problems start to appear in many aspects of their psychology.

For example, neglect often shows up as stunted emotional development, in terms of not knowing one's own emotional needs, let alone knowing how to fulfill them. It might also show up as lack of intellectual development, in terms of being unable to make sound judgments on one's own because of always having to defer to parental judgment. Neglect can also negatively impact ego development (sense of self) and moral development (sense of right/wrong). This is why neglect is a recognized form of abuse.

You can't change what has already happened, but what you can do is understand the past and learn from it so that you don't repeat mistakes. It was unfair that you were required to be the caretaker. It continues to be unfair that your mother demands more of you than you would like to give. This is not about casting blame upon her. You are an empathetic person, so I know blame is not your goal.

This is really about you learning that YOU MATTER and you ought to be treated as an equal in your relationships. You deserve respect and care as well. You have to learn to build up and respect your own personal boundary, so that you can teach others to respect it. YOU have a right to be heard, to request that others attend to YOUR needs, and to make changes to a relationship when it isn't working well for YOU.

Your mother is actually violating your personal boundary, over and over again, by demanding that you give, give, give, until there is nothing more to give. It is unreasonable for anyone, even your own mother, to place such demands upon you. Now that you are reaching adulthood and becoming more independent, you are gradually realizing the truth of how unfair and exploitative this relationship really is. From this perspective of having been exploited, it is completely reasonable for you to resist her attempts to enter your life when you have already given so much to her over the years.

What does this mean in practical terms? Does it mean you have to tell her off or cut her off? No, not at all. It means you have to stand up, speak up, and enforce the rules of your personal boundary whenever it is necessary to protect your well-being.

Asserting yourself doesn't always have to devolve into arguments and fighting, in the manner of your brother. Your brother has yet to learn that you have to behave like an adult if you want to be heard like an adult. You can always make your case in a reasonable manner, with a calm and firm tone, and repeat and explain as necessary until the message is finally heard. When people see that you stand steadfast in your convictions, they might not like it at first, but eventually they will back down under the weight of your will.

When you have reached a stage in your development where you are comfortable and confident of being able to set and respect your own personal boundary in the face of social pressures, then you can visit the idea of sharing more of yourself with your mother or others. But, until then, you need to find a way to communicate that you need space and freedom to make your own choices, and that your decision to not share isn't an indictment of her parenting but, rather, something you must do for yourself, for the sake of your own independence and growth.

Not everything is about her, right? You both need to learn that.

[atlasscrumpit]

Pale Eyes

(Miguel/Peter Platonic x Reader)

(trigger warning ANGST)

(trigger warning, it's sad and I cried)

"So, what did you need me for so badly?" Peter asked as Miguel sighed.

"I need your help on the next mission... You're the only one that can handle this, everyone ever is too weak." He muttered as Peter looked at him with confusion.

"What's so different about this mission?" Peter asked as Miguel brought up a picture of a person, but they were quite terrifying.

They looked like they had died three weeks ago and were still walking around.

"What the hell..." Peter muttered as he stared at the poor soul.

"What happened?" He whispered staring into the person's void less eyes.

"They were supposed to die, but after everything that happened with our last villain... A radioactive spider ended up in their universe and bit them just before they died." He explained, Peter looked at the image sadly.

"Poor thing." He whispered as Miguel looked at him.

"Don't get attached, they ruined the Canon." Miguel growled as Peter's eyes widened.

"You're going to kill her?" Peter asked in shock, making Miguel sigh.

"Peter, they were meant to die." Miguel replied, Peter stared back at the image.

"Why can't we take them here?" Peter asked, he couldn't live with the fact of killing someone due to a mistake.

"Fine, I'll do this myself." Miguel grumbled as Peter sighed.

"No, I'll come with you." Peter said as Miguel rolled his eyes.

--

Peter and Miguel walked through an abandoned building together.

"This place is creepy." Peter muttered as they made their way through the abandoned apartment building.

"Shut up." Miguel groaned as they found their destination.

They heard soft singing as Peter quickly hid behind Miguel.

They entered the apartment and saw you sitting there with a moldy teddy and singing softly.

Peter felt like he wanted to cry right there.

"Oh god." He whispered as they saw your peeling skin, dull eyes and falling out hair.

Miguel made his way forward and you looked up at him.

"No! No please... Please don't take me back." You whispered over and over as Miguel knelt down.

"You're Y/N, right? My name is Miguel. It looks like you're in pain." He whispered as tears came out of your eyes.

"Hurts... It hurts. It hurts even more when they do those experiments." You replied as he looked at you in confusion.

"What do you mean by that?" He asked as he sat on the floor and took his mask off so you could see him.

"They found me... And they tested on me, over and over and over." You whispered as Peter slowly came forward.

He could see something in Miguel's eyes, something other than numb emotions.

"Are you going to take me back?" You whispered, looking at Miguel.

"No, no of course not. We're going to take you somewhere safe, okay?" He said, offering you a soft smile.

"You promise?" You whispered as he smiled more.

"I promise."

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You clutched your teddy close to you as you looked around the spider society.

"It's so amazing... Do I get to be a superhero too?" You asked as Peter and Miguel smiled.

"Of course you do, Y/N. You'll be the best hero out of all of us. Hey, can I show you something cool?" He asked as you nodded excitedly.

Miguel took you to a city you'd never seen before, you were on the top of a building looking at all the wonderful lights.

"It's so pretty." You whispered, making Miguel smile sadly.

Miguel went behind a shed and pulled out two lawn chairs.

"Sometimes I like to come here and just look at the city." He said as you smiled and sat in the chair, still hugging your teddy to your chest.

"It's nice... It makes me forget about the pain." You whispered as Miguel sat beside you.

You felt your eyes becoming heavy.

"Get some sleep if you'd like." Miguel offered as you looked at him.

"Will you stay with me?" You asked as he offered you a smile.

He held onto your cold hand.

"I won't leave." He whispered as he watched you turn your eyes back to the city lights.

He watched your eyes slowly close and the muscles in your hand relax.

Not long ago he'd injected a lethal serum into you, one that would take away your pain before you died.

Miguel felt himself tear up as he stood up, he lifted your body up in his arms.

"You can rest now, sweetheart. Don't worry, I'll bury you somewhere nice in your universe." He whispered staring down at your motionless face.

"You did the right thing." He heard Peter say as he saw him in front of her.

"Can you come bury her with me?" Miguel asked, not looking at Peter.

"Of course I can, big guy."

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Firstly, congratulations bb for the 400!! You deserve more! 🥳🎉💕

Than bots lol

For the prompts may i ask for our blonde children to have fight and make up? Maybe just me that rarely see these 2 fight lol

WILD I LOVE YOU!!! enjoy some Sky babies! <3 I don't think they would stay upset with each other for very long

enjoy my take on "hey, what if link didn't win the wing ceremony?"

special thanks to my beta @badmoonbuns !!

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flying low

Skyloft was quiet.

The air was colder high above the small expanse of her world. Zelda tugged her knees to her chest and tucked the hem of her skirt under her feet so no wind could pass through. There was a heavy sense of sadness sitting on her chest that afternoon, a plaque that had built up since the morning: since the Wing Ceremony had ended and the little wooden statue of the winner did not sit in Link's hands. 

It hadn't been the time or the place to confront her best friend, and the expression on his face should've been enough to make her realize he was just as disappointed as her, but she couldn't help herself. She was hurt, furious, because the Wing Ceremony wasn't something of luck. Link was a natural flyer, the best she'd ever seen, and she longed to know how he'd lost to Groose. How he could let himself lose to Groose, let her have to endure the ceremony at the top of the statue with Groose.

She'd looked at him on the landing platform, at the lost look in his eyes, and she couldn't help herself. She hadn't exactly been level headed. Zelda stepped up to him, voice low and quiet and sad, and asked,

"Oh, Link... Did you even try?" 

They'd never argued that badly before. Well, maybe she shouldn't use the word argue, because that implied a heated conversation between two people. In their case, one person had been conversing and the other had been receiving all of the heat. Link had always been a quiet boy, never one to stick up for himself because nothing ever really seemed to bother him, but his quiet compliance in the face of her disappointment had angered her even more.

Cruel. It was a cruel question; of course he'd tried. Maybe he was a sleepyhead, sometimes a bump on a log, but he gave his all to everything he did--being upset was no excuse. But she thought he'd win. She'd planned for him to win, because her gift had been specially crafted for him; her song and all of her practice had been with him in mind! She'd had so much faith in him.

Zelda had turned on her heel, her back to him, and stormed off to get the ceremony over with.

It was a dumb ceremony.

It wasn't a big deal.

But it was, because she'd only get to be the Goddess Hylia this once, for her class, and Link didn't win. He wouldn't be the one on the statue with her. He would have another chance to compete, to win, to take on the role of the Chosen Hero before his official knighting, sure, but it wouldn't happen with her, and Zelda was jealous.

Jealous and bitter.

She hadn't come down from the statue. She'd sent Groose on his merry way after a song and some convincing, but the peaceful quiet at the top had given her the space to let herself feel. She'd sunk against the goddess and buried her face in her hands, cried until her head ached and breath heaved, and even when she calmed down, she didn't move.

It was over now. There was nothing she could do to change what had happened. Not the race, not the ceremony, not the things she'd said. Zelda could admit she'd been irrational all day: pushing Link off of Skyloft, not believing a word he said, nagging him about practice--and she crossed a line. After the race, he looked like she'd slapped him. She couldn't help wondering where he was now.

She leaned her head onto her knees and closed her eyes. The breeze cooled off the stinging skin of her puffy eyes and tear-streaked cheeks, and she was so exhausted that for a moment, she understood Link. She wanted nothing more than to fall asleep. Maybe she would've, had the sudden footsteps not startled her. An awful feeling hit her when she told herself it could be Groose again, coming back with the ego she'd squashed when she disrespected the ceremony by giving it the least amount of effort possible. Or maybe he'd told on her to a professor or her father, and they were coming to scold her for it. Reluctantly, Zelda turned her head.

Maybe she'd prefer the sight of her father right now, rather than a windswept and hesitant Link.

"Hi," he said. It was a wonder she could hear his whisper over the wind.

"Hi," she replied.

"Can I... Um. Do you want company?" he asked, one of his hands gesturing awkwardly to the space beside her. Zelda shrugged her shoulders halfheartedly. When he didn't move, looking like he was still unsure of himself, she said.

"Sure."

The air between them felt horribly wrong. He sat down, leaving a decent gap of space between them, and she tightened her hold on her legs. For a moment, neither said anything. She watched him trace mindless patterns in the dust with his finger.

"I'm sorry I didn't win," he said while. He was avoiding her gaze.

"It's okay," she told him--and that was when he whipped his head to face her.

"It is not," argued Link. "I promised you that I was going to win and then I didn't."

"Things happen." Promises got broken, but Zelda didn't want to be mad at him. She wanted to have her best friend again, so they could march around Skyloft and soar through the skies. "Groose needed it for his ego."

Link's nose wrinkled and he replied, "What for? It's already as big as his hair."

She would've giggled if she hadn't felt so sad.

"I'm sorry for saying you didn't try," she said. "I was just upset and-"

"No, you were right, Zelda. I should've practiced more. I didn’t take it seriously before today and I’m really sorry I let you down.”

“I wanted it to be you so badly,” she admitted quietly, leaning her head against her knees again. “Did I put too much pressure on you…?”

“What? No. Gods no, you didn’t-! Zel, the only thing you did was believe in me.”

Zelda gazed at him, at the look in his eyes, and offered a hand. There was no hesitation this time when he took it, making a tiny smile curve on her lips.

“I’ll always believe in you. Even next year, when you’re flying for some other Goddess.”

Link made a face. It was half a wince, half disgust.

“I’d rather never be a knight at all than be knighted by someone else.” 

It was a stupid thought on his part, but it made her heart swell no less. An idea brewed in the depths of her mind; she’d already disrespected the ceremony once, what harm would a second time be? She scrambled unsteadily to her feet, dragging a confused Link with her in the process, and both of her hands grasped wildly for his.

“What if we did it anyway?” she suggested, her grip tight. “What if… What if we redid the ceremony, right now?”

“But I didn’t win?” he replied, brows furrowed. Zelda shook her head.

“Does it matter? I don’t— None of this is real, right? I don’t have the power to knight anyone. So what if I just…did it? With you this time?”

He looked at her as if she’d suggested throwing Mia off of Skyloft, but both events would have no real repercussions. Link thought, and thought, and to her utter delight, he nodded.

“I owe it to you,” he decided. “For sticking you up here with Groose.”

And it felt so much better, so much more natural to see him kneeling before her, his head bowed and hand in hers. Like he belonged there, looking every bit like the hero she knew he could be. It felt so good to remove the sailcloth she’d refused to give Groose from around her shoulders so she could hand it to Link instead. Something in them had healed, soothed by the ridiculous giggles of a secret ceremony, and when he stood up to meet her, she had the wild thought to kiss him. 

Instead, Link offered her his hand and gave her a smile that could melt ice.

“Will my Goddess bless me with a race through the skies?” he asked and her face burned.

“You’re on,” she declared, and without warning, she leapt from the Goddess statue.

[mental-health-advice]

Hello!

(tw mentions of sh but nothing graphic)

I really dont know if this is the place for this, if so simply being able to write this out is probably helpful. I am in a romantic relationship with someone who self harms (were both 19). This was a thing i knew about before we got together, we were both going through a rough patch then and bonded a lot of beinf able to talk about our problems, i think back then i was so busy dealing with my own mountain of problems and thoughts of self inury (that i luckily never followed through on) that worry for someone else didnt even fit.

While all the resources I can find are really helpful im at a bit of a loss now, ive done everything right, i already had expierience with other friends and myself. They are in therapy and are on the path to healing, take good care of the wounds generally and we can openly comunicate about this and generally have been able to do so effectively.

These last few months however theres been more slip ups than before. I know progress is not linear, and its still much a work in progress (this has been an issue for 7 years, 1 year of recovery is obviously nothing). I am incredibly proud of the progress they have made, last year it was twice weekly trips to the ER, so even twice a month is huge already. also know they wont be able to quit or even signficantly reduce the self harm until they move out, since their family is unstable and does everything wrong (gets angry, threatens with ultimatums, generally extremely scared of their scars).

last few times with a slip up its made me freak out too, I have an anxiety disorder which this now triggers (i used to have a slightly better grip on this) I try to remain calm and helpful for their sake, but its mostly incredibly upsetting im not there to help them, and i know being there to talk helps but ive run out of material ways to help. It also feels like it proves my fear that something will always go wrong, which can lead me to have panic attacks. Ive talked about this with them of course and we get through it together, i really want to be better at keeping a slightly leverer head though. I used to have counceling too who helped me, but since i turned 18 and finished school im now on a waitinglist for adult help, and while talking to other friends helps somewhat its still generally makes me panic, sleep badly and sometimes have nightmares. I really love them, whenever were together we bring out the best in eachother and im afraid if i talk about this too much to people theyll tell me to break up with them.

we have plans to move in together for university next year, which im sure will help a lot (i know they wont magically heal then either, but ill be there as a more sturdy support and theyll be able to access ER, etc without being shamed) and ill have a therapist again then too, so its just these coming months that are going to be very rough. I just never know how to calm myself down, i know its not rational (they are hurt but never badly, they always talk to me about it, their psychologist will generally help too) i also know im allowed to feel sad and scared, i just want to be more in control.

back when i had a therapist she used to talk about trying to stay at my own feelings, not getting dragged down into someone else. But i just dont know how to do that, whenever it happens its just so sad and i hate it. No matter how much i remind myself even after ive allowed myself a period to be sad that itll be okay and they are relatively safe and i see them every week it feels so awful. Its not very tennable to ruin my whole night, next day on this every time. sorry this is sooo long but i feel the context is important as ive gone through a lot of advice, thank u tho.

Hey there,

Whilst I think that it is great that you have been able to help this person for such a long period of time, unfortunately it is not always sustainable no matter how much we would like it to be. This though doesn’t mean that you shouldn’t try if you want to, I am just trying to point out that unless you look after yourself too and put a bit of a barrier between you and this person then it is likely that things may not change or improve for YOU.

I know how great it can feel when we help another and especially when we see such big improvements for the person we are trying to help and support, but the end line is that we can only do so much until we ourself begin to crumble or struggle a bit (which it sounds like you are to some degree) and so I am wondering if you can put some space between this person and you at all to focus on yourself a bit more and self-care may be of some benefit to you.

In regards to this person, any day of no self-harm is an amazing achievement and no amount of set backs or slip ups/ relapses can take these achievements away from them. It’s important to know that that recovery comes from within and so unless this person chooses to and is ready to focus on their recovery then it is unlikely that things will change for them and they will still be in survival mode. This is in no way your fault, and nor is there much you can do about it as we cannot choose recovery for another person, it has to be when they are ready and choose to try to commit. And even then, it’s quite normal to go back to survival mode and go back and forth between recovery and not, this does not mean they are not still trying, but rather they are just human like everyone of us are. I remember in my own recovery away from self-harm I did go in and out of trying to not self-harm depending on how strong I felt on the day and what triggers may have come up that made me want to self-harm, this didn’t mean I wasn’t trying or that, it was just that I was really struggling and the urges to self-harm were too strong to try and fight them.

So, what can you do?

To begin with try to be patient with yourself and this person and know that even when they seem to not be trying, they actually are. Try to put some space in between you and this person to enable you to look after yourself too. You can do this by practising good self-care (trying to eat healthy, doing some exercise a few times a week and trying to get a good nights sleep) and tyring to have some ‘down time’ where you can simply just think about yourself and do some things that you enjoy doing whatever that may be. I know that you may feel selfish and bad for taking some time out for yourself, but if you don’t look after yourself then it won’t be sustainable to help support others and be there for them if you choose to do so.

In regards to how it can make you feel when this person does self-harm or is struggling quite a bit, as your therapist mentioned to you, try to take a step back and allow yourself some time to grieve or feel sad and try to be kind to yourself – I know how it can feel like a loss to you as well when someone is struggling and self-harms as a result, but in reality it has nothing to do with you and how much or how little you are there for the, it is bound to happen anyway and this in no way reflects on you and how good a job you may be doing to support them through difficult times and days.

I know that you mentioned that it can cause great anxiety when they do self-harm now, and so when this happens, again, try to be kind to yourself and do try to take some time out for you. And I know, this is much easier said than done, but it will get easier though with practice and it may also be helpful to check out our page on calming anxiety and panic as well for some more ideas on different coping strategies.

I really hope that this has helped a bit and please do let us know if we can help to support you in any other way!

I’m thinking of you and hope that you are going OK!

Take care,

Lauren

[futurebird]

If you are a teen and you have and ed, or you want to feel thin so badly that you don't care if you get an ed I have a few things to say. I don't know if they will make any difference or not, but this is my best shot. 1. Your feelings are real. They aren't shallow or silly. The self-hate and sadness I felt in those days were some of the most intense emotions in my life and it hurt a lot how many people just seemed to dismiss it with "there's more to life than how you look" or "don't be silly you are beautiful" or "everyone is beautiful in their own way." People would say things that made me feel like no one was listening or caring about how I felt. I didn't deserve that and you don't either. 2. The pressure to look a certain way-- to be thin in particular is real and comes from many places. Sometimes it comes from the same people who turn around and say "everyone is beautiful" (except I remember you saying I shouldn't have dessert.) These people don't really see how jarring this is, they are unconcerned and unaffected with the fear that people who have and develop EDs know. 3. It *is* possible to feel good about yourself. And not in a fake way, if you are fat, or normal, or not skin and bones. I used to think that fat people who said they liked how they looked were telling lies. (Strangely I could see that there were many beautiful fat people, that I thought were beautiful and that I even had a crush on from time to time... but the idea of like oneself didn't make any sense to me) Thing is...most of them aren't! 4. The flip side of this is: should you have and ED you will NEVER EVER NEVER EVER feel good about how you look. No matter how hard you work, no matter how little you eat, you won't be able to have a moment of "Hey, I'm OK." You might think that you don't need any moments of "Hey, I'm OK." --but, always being "less than" takes a toll. In the long run, it makes it harder to just take care of yourself at all. You do deserve to be cared for. If you can't see that something is wrong. 5. Seeing the number on the scale go down was a pin prick of joy in a sea of bleakness. It was the only thing that made me happy for a moment or two-- but then it was back to the sadness and grind. It's possible to loose weight without hating yourself. You don't need to choose between living with self-hate, or having some control over your physical health and appearance. When people talked about recovery they sometimes made it seem like it would be an abyss where I'd be happy, but only because I didn't know what horrible things I was doing to my body... what horrible fatness was overcoming me. I'd just think I was pretty, but really I'd be a failure... but... it's not like that at all. What *is* exactly like that is having and ED. You can't see just how much of your life you are wasting. You can't imagine the things you are missing. You think you are safe, but you are really in great danger. 6. I have had so many happy days since I recovered. I have lost and gained weight when I wanted to since I recovered. I still get to decide how I want my body to be-- now that I'm aging I can enjoy that too. The people in my life who love me would love me no matter how much I weigh now or might weigh later. This isn't unrealistic. This isn't only possible if you are somehow "naturally beautiful" in some inexplicable way that those of us who have EDs never think can't ever apply to us. You could look in the mirror and like what you see. (and not in a deluded way either--) I only wish I could get the time back that I wasted having an ED.

That's the biggest one: I wish I could get the time back that I wasted having an ED. I wish I could have memories of those days that aren't memories of feeling sick and lightheaded and sad. I think of the books I could have read, the math I could have studied, the dances I could have learned. But, I was too tired because I was fasting all the time. EDs eat up your youth. (and will eat up your whole life if you let them, who is the glutton now?) They slow your thinking and stunt your creativity. They don't even really make you "thiner" often enough. Or if you do get oh so very thin... you can't even see it. They are hard to fight. If you feel like you can... it's worth it to skip the ED. It's not a part of a glamorous story, it's not shaping you into a better person, it's not a secret weapon that will give you an edge. It's self harm. Self harm is hard. But if you can cultivate a desire to not have and ED that's the first step. If you don't want to get better no one in the universe can force you to. Maybe someday I'll tell my whole story. But, only if I think it can help. If you have any questions I can try to answer them. This isn't such a sensitive topic for me anymore and I'm pretty open about what I've been through and what I think about it.

[chloeafrazier]

Why I Wish Caroline Would Have Shown Emotions when it Came To Laura.

Hey Everyone How are You all doing Today ? Today I will be Talking about Little House On the Prairie In season 1 Ep 8 Entitled Town

Party Country Party so During this Ep Nellie Invites Mary and Laura to her Birthday Party and the whole Time that they were there Nellie

was Very rude and Mean to Laura she even Told Laura that wished that she Never asked her to come to her party and Nellie Pushed her

and when she fell she Twisted Her Leg Pretty Badly and during the whole thing After Mary and Laura went Home Charles and Caroline

were not really Upset like at all really and if you ask Me If i was Laura Mother i would Kinda be upset at the fact that My Daughter Left My

House Just fine and then went to a Birthday Party and Came Back Home Injured i would Kinda want to know what went on and i would

want to speak the the Mother and father of the other child to find out what in the world went on Because we have to Remember that

Charles said that it would take Laura a while to heal and she would Probable have to kept home from school for 3 or 4 days and Caroline

Just kinda sat there Like she did not care Like they Made it seem as If Caroline did not care that Laura was Hurt or that Caroline did not

have Time for it and Once again i am Not saying that Caroline dose not love Laura Because i know she dose But Once again the way that

wrote it they Made it seem as if Caroline did Not have time to deal Laura when she Hurt or sad or upset about something and i Just

Never Understood that like at all Because Like i said Before if my Child Left my House to go to a birthday Party and then Came Back

Injured i would want to know what Happened and it Just seemed odd and weird how Caroline showed Little to No Emotion about

Laura Being Physically Hurt Now i am Not saying that Caroline Needed to be over the top with her Emotions but i Just wish that we

could have seen Caroline be a Bit More Motherly to Laura Like she was to Mary and i Just sometimes feel that Laura was Kinda Let

down by Caroline as far as Caroline showing Concern and Emotions about Laura i felt that the writers could have dine much better when

Laura was a Little Girl that is all well Thanks for reading have a Great day Know that You are loved and Cared By God Forever and Always .

[jarofstyles]

I’d love to read something where y/n is sad and anxious about her period leaking on his sheets but he comforts her and makes sure she knows it’s alright!!

I can do that! Absolutely. Periods can be awful and people don’t seem to realize how bad some people have it 😭

Warnings- talk if periods, blood, mention of hospital and bad menstrual cycles

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She was mortified.

Before even moving, she knew that it had happened. The cramps had been awful the night before and she had put on a pad just in case, but the feeling between her legs let her know immediately that it hasn’t been enough.

Y/N had awful periods. The cramps, the body aches, the heavier bleeding, all of it combined made this time of the month nearly unbearable. It ruined days and plans she made in hopes her period wouldn’t be too bad, but the first 3 days were the absolute worst for her.

She should have gone home last night, but Harry had tempted her. He was the perfect gentleman when it came to her periods and knew now how bad they could be for her, so he kept supplies at his house to help ease it. A heating pad, toiletries, extra clothing, oils to diffuse that would help with headaches or nausea- he asked doctor google about that one- and her designated pain relievers. Y/N had been lulled to sleep by a heating bad on her back and Harry’s hand gently massaging over her tummy, soothing a bit of the ache. He had put on some music meant to relieve cramping pain and she wasn’t sure if it was that or the complete state of softness that Harry brought that had her drifting off to sleep.

When her eyes opened she thanked whoever made the world that Harry wasn’t in bed with her. There was some tinkering sounds coming from the kitchen followed by footsteps and she has a good idea that he was coming towards her with some tea and toast.

Deciding to finally look at the damage, she felt tears well in her eyes both at the embarrassment and the pain of moving as she looked down at the splotch of blood. It wasn’t terrible, in terms of size- but it was the fact she had bled on his sheets at all. His sweatpants she wore were completely ruined and she felt so ashamed of it all.

Tears trailed down her cheeks as she held her stomach, the approaching footsteps showing she was too late as he opened the door. His hair was still messy and tossled from sleep and his shirt and shorts were haphazardly thrown on, a smile on his face while he carried the tray into the room. Tea, toast, and a chocolate truffle laid on the tray for her.

The smile fell as soon as he saw her face.

“Hey, what’s the matter? What’s wrong?” He whispered, placing the tray down on dresser. “Are you hurting very badly? Do we need the hospital?” It wouldn’t be the first time. The cramping pain sometimes couldn’t be managed and she would get physically ill from it.

“N-no.” She croaked. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry- I didn’t mean to.” She pointed at the bed before burying her face in her hands. “I should have gone home. Or worn my own clothes. I’ve ruined it all. Made such a mess. I’m so sorry, Harry.” The weakness of her voice was obvious, a little sob tearing from her throat.

For her, it was mortifying. She bled on his bed! It was already gross to her as it was but she could only imagine how he would feel. Would he keep her from sleeping on it again? He wouldn’t blame her. The heightened emotions and pain of her stomach only made it worse.

“What? Darling… no.” His hands clasped over her wrists, gently prying them from her face. “No. It’s okay. You’re going to make yourself sick crying like that. Can you look at me?” He coaxed, his voice soft and as sweet as he could get it. When her wet eyes met his, he felt himself melt a little. Taking her hands in his, he rubbed over the backs of them with his thumbs to try and soothe a bit of her panicked emotions. “It’s okay. It’s just sheets. Just joggers. I can wash them both. Even replace them. I’m not worried about them. I worried about you.”

Y/N sniffled, trying to pull herself together as he calmed her down. What he said was true, but in her head was a bit of a mess. Especially waking up to that. “You’re not mad? I can clean it myself. Just let me get some peroxide and I can clean it now. I don’t want you to have to do it.” She babbled, stopping when she felt him squeeze her hands in warning.

“No. You’re not going to do anything but take a shower, a bath, whatever you’d like, eat your tea and toast and get back in bed. I’m going to change the sheets. It’s just period blood, love. Not something disgusting. It’s natural. As much as it pains me to see you have a period so rough, it’s natural and normal and not gross. Anyone who’s made you feel this terribly about getting it on some sheets is rude for making you feel like a burden.” He had just been happy to get her to have some sleep. “I’ve told you so many times, my love. I want to take care of you when you’re hurting. It’s okay for you to do the things that are natural to this cycle. A bit of a stain isn’t going to hurt either of us. I’m a grown man. If I couldn’t handle a bit of blood, I’d be more embarrassed than you should be.” He joked with her, releasing her hands to brush her wet cheeks.

“You’re alright. I know you’re sensitive right now, that’s why you have this reaction. I just want to take care of you, okay? Let’s get you cleaned up while I clean the bed and we can go back to nap for a bit longer as we wait for the pain reliever to kick in. You’ve got to rest.” His lips brushed between her brows, puckering for a little kiss. “I adore you. Being with you means being with this, and it’s hardly a burden for me. Just wish you I could take all the pain away, too.”