#germphobia

[someonefantastic]

diversity win! adrian monk from the 00s show monk is pretty much canonically a sex repulsed asexual

[samsloves]

was so excited for season 4 of umbrella academy and boy is it bad 🥲

five my boy what did those writers do to you?? klaus too

[plushri]

Ah celebration I was able to shake hands today! Multiple people's in a row! I did immediately anti bac afterwards and I hope they didn't take it personally but =]

[cirrus-silly]

people who cough in my vicinity get killed immediately by my kill beam

[marcsalmonds]

It's inch resting how both of my longest relationships met my two different grandads who died quite shortly thereafter I'm not introducing anyone to my grandmas now that's all I've got not taking any chances it's very likely I have ocd

[ailurinae]

Maybe once a year or something? If I drop it in a puddle or manage to sneeze on it or some such? Probably would just clean it even then, IDK about sanitizer, that seems extreme. Also IDK what different sanitizers would do to touch screens.

*looks dirty

[moonstruckme]

I know nothing about spencer actually, since I never watch his series. But I read on one of your fics that spencer is germphobia?

Could I request one where spencer gets home after a case for a week and found reader sick in the bathroom?, and she's kinda locked herself since she knows spencer germphobia?

You know that kind of fever where you sweat and throw up nonstop

It's been so long after you write spencer. I miss your spencer a lottttttt TnT

Thank you for requesting! I’m not totally sure if Spencer is canonically confirmed germophobic but he’s definitely sensitive to germs, so we’ll roll with that :) 

cw: nausea, vomiting

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 832 words

You’re not at your best, shaky and sweaty, but when you hear the front door open you move quick as a flash. Lock the bathroom door.

“Hello?” Spencer’s call echoes through the apartment. 

“Hi,” you say back, quieter than you intend. Still, he finds you easily, and you’re glad you reacted fast when the handle on the door jiggles. “What are you doing here?” 

Spencer’s taken to staying at your place, but when he’d called you from the jet to tell you his case was over you’d said to go back to his apartment. With what he knows about how sick you’ve been the last couple of days, you thought he’d listen. 

“You shouldn’t be by yourself,” he answers simply. He doesn’t try the handle again, but his voice sounds just on the other side of the door. “Are you okay?” 

“I’ve been better,” you admit, breathing through another wave of nausea, “but I’ll be fine. You should go home.” 

“I am home. Open the door.” 

“Spence,” you sigh. The tips of your fingers are cool against your temples, and you press them in to quell the uneasy feeling that comes with having your brain so muddled. “You don’t want to come in here.” 

“Why can’t I decide that?” There’s an odd scraping sound on the other side of the door. 

“Because you’re too nice. I know how you feel about germs.” The mutinous acid vat of your stomach revolts again, and you cough a couple of times, swallowing forcefully. 

“I’m just as likely to get sick from pressing an elevator button,” Spencer insists gently. “Seriously, let me in.” 

“Go home,” you plead. 

“I’m coming in.” 

You sigh, bending to lean your head against the cool porcelain of your tub. “What, are you going to kick the door in?” He’s told you about his coworker Morgan doing that, but you don’t think of your scrawny (though you love him for it) boyfriend as capable of such measures. 

“Not quite.” Another scraping sound, and you sit up as your bathroom door tips outward. Spencer catches it before it can fall, easing it down onto the floor before stepping over it. He’s taken the whole thing off its hinges. 

“Show off,” you say tiredly, too spent to do anything about it as he walks over to you. 

“Yeah, well,” Spencer lifts some flyaway baby hairs off your neck, cool knuckles pressing to the hot skin, “I didn’t want to damage your door. You didn’t tell me your fever was this bad.” 

“I told you I was sick.” 

“I feel like ‘sick’ is more or less ambiguous,” he says, not unkindly. His touch moves to your face, long, slender fingers laying down across your forehead. “How high is it?” 

“Dunno.” You swallow thickly. “Haven’t checked. Are you okay?” 

“I touched a dead body yesterday; so long as I shower after this I’ll be fine. How have you not checked?” 

“I can’t���find—” You cough as bile rises in your throat, bending over the toilet “—the—” 

“Okay, it’s okay.” Spencer rubs your back. Your coughing turns into retching. “I got it. I’ll look for the thermometer soon, okay?” 

You nod, tears pressing at your eyes as you dry heave. The muscles in your throat and abdomen spasm painfully. 

Spencer makes a sorry sound, his hand coasting up and down the ridges of your spine. “You haven’t been eating anything, have you?” It’s not really a question. “We need to get something in your system. You know that ‘starve a fever’ saying is an old wives’ tale, right?”

He sits with you until the fit abates, then stands and leaves the room. You hear cabinet doors opening and shutting, and before long he’s got a wet rag cooling the back of your neck, you’re sipping water out of a straw, and he’s sticking your previously missing thermometer in your ear. 

“I’ll probably have to go soon if I want to get to the store before it closes,” he’s saying quietly, free hand settled comfortably north of your knee. You’re trying really hard not to breathe in his face. “It’d be good to have some cheerios or something for you to eat, and something with electrolytes.” 

The thermometer beeps, and he pulls it close to read the screen, a frown pursing his pretty lips. 

“Are you sure you want to stay?” you ask, though at this point you really want him to as well. “I don’t want to freak you out.” 

Spencer sets the thermometer aside. “You’re not freaking me out,” he says, hands gentle as he takes the rag from your neck and folds it onto a new side before putting it back. You almost sigh. “The worst thing that can happen is I get sick, and” —he meets your eyes, mouth tipping upward as he shrugs— “if that happens, it can’t be helped. But if I went back to my apartment, and I was fine there but you were still sick here by yourself, well, what’s the point in that?” 

[littlesmokesceenfan]

Smokescreen saying "germphobia" in an almost confused manner will never be not funny to me

[tadokorochann]

Okay but for some reason Shiggy always playing video games also equals him being chronically online and as an incredibly touch starved early twenties male individual I equate that to him consistently browsing pron sites

so like now I'm thinking about what his browser history was before meeting reader and then after

with all his posturing in the previous ask I'm imagining his desire to want to have all the control and thus taking it by force-basically what AFO has been grooming him to do with his powers and manipulating him into his perfect lil revenge puppet --so honestly it's probably involves lots of violence, humilation, debasement of one's partner?

then presented with reader and that all getting almost instantly nullified cause SURPRISE Shiggy isn't actually like that at his core- he's really just not had any good role models. Like yeah enacting violence on someone who did him wrong may still sound appealing but you're basically a stranger and oh shit you're gently touching his arm and his tummy feels a little queasy but in a good way???

And you're apparently the first person in his life with a gotdamn brain cause you recommend he wear special gloves for his quirk so all his fingers are never touching something all at once and that's a game changer cause now he doesn't have to be so cautious about being close to people--even tho he still is--but he "claimed" you and you're running with it so you're not skimping on the cuddling obligations of a kept woman! (plus Kai was also probably with holding of touch due to his germphobia so you're craving touch like hell too)

okay this got outta hand! I meant this to be an ask about you and tomura watching porn together/him starting to share gentle femdom videos with you and shyly asking if you can try them 😅😂😂😂

Yesyesyes to all of this! Personally for this au (or storyline I guess since it’s canonverse?) I envision the reader to have a powerful nullification/cancellation quirk of some kind, purely to make both Shiggy and Kai more obsessed with her 🥰

For Kai I envisioned a kind of, not worship for reader, but… reverence? Or admiration of some kind, viewing the nullification as her body’s own efforts to resist the quirk virus. Despite it in and of itself being a quirk. The same type of cognitive dissonance he has when it comes to regarding himself as clean and undiseased despite having overhaul lol. In any case it was a reason to keep her suffocatingly close, make sure nothing else could touch her, soil her, make her dirty. I know the “I’m the only one Overhaul can touch without getting hives” bnha fic trope can be overused but I 100% do not care because that’s exactly how I saw this situation with reader. But, like you said, he’s a germaphobe. So even with skin to skin contact not being a primary issue I definitely think touch was still a point of conflict. And sex was… a very specific, step by step process that HE decided every little detail about. As was this entire relationship. He controlled her clothes, diet, physical activity, hobbies, any possessions she had. There was no choice which soured things even when Kai happened to pick something she enjoyed.

For Tomura readers quirk cancellation is simply a means for him to be able to touch someone with five fingers down. Hug her. Hold her hand without fear she’ll crumble. And it’s so huge for him 🥺🥺🥺 I’m getting off track as well lmao

Definitely love the idea of both Reader and Shiggy beginning to share/watch porn together and that Tomura’s browser history and stuff changes. Bc one of the things that had me chewing on this idea the most was him having someone to be soft with, and to be able to make self discoveries with.

100% feel like Kai did not allow reader the consumption of porn either for reasons of keeping her “clean” mentally or bc of being possessive, possibly both. And domming him was a definite no, at least in this particular blurb.

Reader explores freedom of choice in regards to sex, porn, affection, food, spending time with actual people (no real companions were allowed at the Hassaikai because Kai was adamant he was ✨all she needed✨) and just generally being happy w him. And Tomura gets to begin to unpack the ideals AFO saddled him with. Meanwhile Kai gets to be armless and having a constant breakdown in Tartarus 🥰

(edit: the idea/blurb referenced is here for those who haven’t seen it)

[roetrolls]

melmel what are your thoughts on “bossman’s” severe haphephobia & germphobia?

"I don't really think it's mine to have thoughts on? Everybody's got their quirks, but that stuff doesn't impact anybody but himself."

"It's sad that it causes him so much trouble, though. It'd be nice if he could just do what he's gotta do without needing to justify it to everybody."

[damistrolls]

euktis do you have like a plan or any intent to overcome ur touchphobia germphobia whatever or are u just gonna live like this forever

".. Ugh. I don't know.

It's just frustrating that everyone sees it as some big stupid flaw that I could never be happy with. Like my life is only worth something if I change. That shit pisses me off so much.

But at the same time, it's not like I'd CHOOSE this for myself. Not in a million fucking sweeps. It's just-- ugh. I don't know. I don't want to talk about this with you."

[ru5t]

Tech+ physical touch thoughts

Tech is, broadly speaking, touch avoidant. She always has been, going all the way back to her childhood and even, like, toddler-hood. It wasn't initially a direct result of anything, just a facet of her. Part of it is sensory -there's just something about physical contact that can really easily unnerve or overwhelm her- and the other part is a frame of mind she has about it, where touch is something reserved for people she's close to. Hugs really mean something to her, and she believes there's no reason for someone unfamiliar or even just a casual acquaintance to be touching her. It's not germphobia or purity nonsense it's just that she's always been... aware of her physical person and personal space, prefers it not be invaded, and as well she feels a particular why about touch as a love language. It's important to her, arguably he strongest language, and thus her least used because it's so important.

The specifics of why vary by verse but: as she got older and things unfolded, it all became more complicated and exaggerated. Her trauma compounded with the preexisting peculiarity, and touch began to carry not only her inherent reservations but heavier connotations. A not insignificant number of her triggers are specifically touch-based. At this point (in both her main and modern verse specifically) she doesn't like to wear necklaces or close collared shirts because of the way the sensation interacts with her triggers. She hates being touched by strangers, even in situations where it might be considered normal, will refuse things like handshakes, and will recoil from unsolicited gestures like a hand on the shoulder or back, etc from people she doesn't know. Obviously getting bumped into isn't her favorite, but unless it was obviously deliberate she can usually shake something like that off.

Casual touch is a situational privilege even among her close friends. She tends to be more patient and forgiving about it, typically just gently avoiding or sometimes removing touches she doesn't want (as opposed to jerking away or even the rare slapping and hitting she does with strangers). Sometimes she gets a little impatient and snappish — communication gets difficult for her when she's had a rough trigger day or is just broadly overwhelmed ("struggles to speak when triggered/overwhelmed" post is for a different day but it's a thing) so she's not always the gentlest about conveying her dislike. But she will let you know!

An exception/counter, is when she initiates the touch. If she reached out first it's generally fair game for someone else to stick with it until she finds wherever her limit for a given day is. At that point, she'll start to silently retreat. Close relationships are usually pretty good at picking up on when she's Done™ and know to give her space, but this is something that takes time to learn. If the silent recoil goes unnoticed she'll really try so very hard to speak up clearly and let them know what's going on with her without being callous. Success rates vary, patience is not her strong suit and overwhelm tends to set in so quickly. She might get slam dunked into panic nanoseconds after realizing she's done with being touched (and sometimes even before she notices she's done.) The trick overall is just to learn not to take offense about it even if her "don't touch me!"s come out a little hostile, because it’s (probably) not meant to be a slight against you. It really has very little to do with you at all.

As ever, Jack is also his own type of exception. There are still times when she'll duck a hug or shrug off some other gesture, but it's generally not as common. He simply does not possess the ability to set off her triggers, and he's so trusted and loved, so if she's dodging him either she's been set off by something else, or it's back down to the way she was as a kid, when it was simple, and she just didn't feel like it.

[eroticcannibal]

Sometimes u gotta have accessibility shit spelled out for u so ill share with u all the plan home conditions have come up with for the child regarding bins if u also find them difficult to use because germphobia

Nappy bins. Specifically tommee tippee twist and click. Its not the most expensive thing ever, the liners are anti bacterial, it automatically seals up each individual thing you put in the bin and the lid is odor blocking.

If you wanna try it out the cheapest on amazon atm is 60% off like. Thats a fucking tenner babe.

[cirrus-silly]

Went down to the kitchen and ate two (2) cookies.a yummy treat. I am so brave :3

[popthebop]

YO CHILDHOOD TV TRUAMA JUST DROPPED

(its not the video itself, but I thought it’d fit the theme of this post.)

So it goes.

Salad fingers

South Park 

(I actually got over my complete fear of it, reverse cowgirl traumatised me so much. I'm thankful I didn’t start rewatching it with the gorey episodes I would have gotten so many nightmares.)

Happy tree friends (we all got traumatised by that, who are we kidding here.)

(I actually don’t have it in me to link the Gore one, I actually can’t handle it. I'm actually traumatised.)

strange hill high (not all the episodes but I still can’t quite get my head straight to watch it again. It’s actually amazing and really funny, I might actually rewatch the show at some point if I muster up the courage.)

figaro pho (Gave my brother germphobia, and gave me SO MANY Nightmares. it’s actually a good show as well, but oh man I could not handle it. Pho is anxiety personified, and phobias. because get it PHO-bia. haha.)

Grizzly tales for gruesome kids, that gave me and my brother nightmares. oh man, honestly abc3 era channel 23 gave me so many nightmares. 

I can’t think of anymore I’ll post more when I remember! :D

Part 1 of ???

[cantsayidont]

Hateration holleration:

TURTLES ALL THE WAY DOWN (2024): Sometimes moving but overly contrived teen drama, based on a John Green book, about an Indianapolis high schooler named Aza Holmes (Isabela Merced), who's struggling with debilitating OCD and germphobia that threatens to undermine her relationship with her best friend Daisy (Cree) and her tentative romance with handsome rich kid Davis (Felix Mallard).

Merced and Cree are both superb, and the script is at its strongest in its depiction of their friendship, which feels convincingly lived-in. The humor and warm of their scenes is nearly enough to overcome the story's numerous flaws, including an array of hard-to-swallow departures into YA fantasy land (like Davis surprising Aza with a trip to Chicago via private jet to meet her favorite philosophy professor) and a central plot thread about the recent disappearance of Davis's billionaire father that repeatedly strains credibility. The supporting characters feel underdeveloped as well: Judy Reyes and J. Smith-Cameron (as, respectively, Aza's mom and her favorite philosopher) both fail to make much impression, and the narrative's disinterest in Davis as anything other than a plot device and bland love interest feels a little weird given the life-or-death severity of his situation (his father is missing and possibly dead), which also lacks a satisfactory dramatic payoff.

As for the film's Hollywoodized depiction of Aza's disorder, it's a decidedly mixed bag: The anguish it often causes her is vividly captured, but the repeated, patronizing insistence that Aza would be doing much better if she'd just listen to her saintly therapist (Poona Jagannathan) and take her meds sits ill, and the ending lays it on way too thick in an attempt to conclude on an optimistic note, which feels clunky and not a little sexist. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Nope, but it does take a moment to affirmatively no-homo Aza and Daisy's relationship, in case you were wondering. VERDICT: The two leads are compelling, but at the end of the day, it's still a John Green story with more holes than a block of Swiss cheese.