#i think im just in the low of a mood swing

[mcytegg]

man can mapicc stream or smt i am like so close to crashing out for no reason LOL

[vamptastic]

now that i know abt my blood sugar problems i'm thinking back to times as a kid (post-puberty cos it's from the pcos) and it's like ohh this may have been a problem for years. i used to throw up every time i drank an artificial cherry flavored drink and thinking back it wasn't actually every time and i'm guessing it may have been just that i rarely drank or ate things high in sugar so the few cherry-related incidents were hypoglycemia that i formed a false correlation around. i also get sick every time i take a plane ride, like almost immediately upon arriving at my destination or towards the end of the flight, and i think while some of it has just been genuinely being ill from my ass immune system it definitely could also be hypoglycemia from not sleeping or eating enough in advance of or when traveling. i also got into the habit of drinking something with ginger when nauseous which is usually ginger ale bc it's easier than brewing tes and while ginger does just generally help for nausea those bouts of random nausea could definitely be blood sugar and the soda would obviously help with that.

idk it's tough bc i only got tested for this once when i was 13, and they were mostly looking for thyroid problems and only incidentally tested for diabetes/insulin resistance markers, until my shit started getting bad around 17 and i finally got thorough testing. i also wonder if it was worse a year or so before the testing because i went on birth control the year before and with the PCOS being the main cause that could've helped with my blood sugar levels. i don't have enough data and what i do have i don't really know what it means other than that i probably will get diabetes if i don't actively try not to.

just looking back i started getting random spells of dizziness and nausea and hot flashes around age 11 with it progressively getting worse till i started dealing with it around 16 and i wonder if a lot of that illness wasn't from the underlying issue ive had the whole time. some of it was definitely hormones but i think i may have basically just been attributing it all to anything But hypoglycemia because the thought that i could have something as serious as diabetes wasn't even on my radar and i wasn't tracking anything in relation to when i was eating.

like diabetes is a slow process of the pancreas failing, right? i'm oversimplifying but like over time your body stops responding to and/or producing insulin properly. and mine already doesn't respond to insulin properly but just not to an extent where my body is fully incapable of producing and using insulin without external insulin pills/injections. and idk where that puts me in terms of am i or am i not diabetic and should i be dieting like a diabetic person and trying to manage my blood sugar like one or will that just make it worse.

[acehazbin1]

‘Calla?’

Tw: use of y/n, mood swings, light assault.

Note: sorry guys if it's not very good, I've just had a crazy Xmas so far 😭

Chap 1 chapt 2

"I feel silly." The once maid spoke, as she stood in front of a mirror getting her measurements taken by a seamstress for custom stolas. When Caracalla agreed to court her, they couldn't have her fill her normal duties. She was rushed into the palace, a room set up and maids were given to her by a wave of Caracalla's hands.

She lived with the other maids before this, squeezed into a tiny room. It was quite a contrast to be pushed into a room that could have fit her childhood home into it.

"It's different but I'm sure you'll get a costumed soon, after all why go through all of that trouble if you were just going to complain." The seamstress was measuring her waist with tape when she muttered that. The woman stood there shocked at her mumble, "Pardon me?"

"Oh come now, dont play dumb with me girl." The other woman tutted, "Everyone knew he was getting desperate. How come a pretty maid talks to him while drunk one night and gets a ring?" The woman grabbed the hand that had the ring Caracalla had given to her, and the happier shined off the candles. "It wasn't- I dont mean-"

"What did you put into his drink that night? What alchemist are you working with?" The seamstress gripped out uncomfortably tight, and the woman gulped. "That's enough." A voice throughout the room filled the seamstress's eyes with terror. "Emperor Geta, a thousand apologies-"

"It is not me you should ask forgiveness instead of my brother's bride." Her death grip widened in a flash, and the woman sushfulled her way out of the room closing the massive doors behind her. A silence hung in the air before she managed to speak, "Your brother is courting me, I am yet his bride."

Geta's lips twisted into a smile, "Yes but I would have not likened to call you his suitor?"

"Why not?"


"Suitor is such a masculine word, I would not simply apply it towards my brother and..."

She sighed, Caracalla had yet to tell anyone her name. She's been referred to as bride, suitor, maid, courtship, and soon-to-be-wife but never her maid by the people in the palace. "Y/n, my Emperor."

"Y/n?" Geta looked away from her as he tried the name on his lips for the first time, "It is such a... peasant name is it not?" Her eyes widened not expecting that from Geta, he was always the more 'tamed' one to say the least. "Caracalla likes it."

"My brother named a female monkey Dundgus." Geta laughed, waving the thought Caracalla had opinions on such a low-class name. "It is rude to speak to your brother's suitor like that."

"Ah, it is questionable to explain how to interact with someone to an Emperor." Geta's voice laced with a threat something she picked up on. Even with this newfound power, well 'power' she could easily be killed by him and labelled as a spy. Something caught in her throat, "What is your intent with my brother?"

"To get to know him." It was a simple answer but held great substance for Geta, "Not marry him?"

"If I had a choice why would I marry a man I didn't know?"

"He is one of the emperors of the Roman Empire."

"Yet his tantrums I heard would destroy what Rome has forged." She shocked back but without missing a beat Geta stepped closer. “Yet you still wear his ring on your finger?”

“I already told you, Im not interested in power.”

There was another silence, Geta was going through her words. She had a knot in her stomach in case she said anything to upset the Emperor.

“The Senate doesn't think it’s a great idea for my brother to marry a maid.” Her eyes widened, she knew the senate still had great control over Rome even with the Emperors there. She didn't mind not marrying Caracalla so far, she just didn't like the thought of the aftermath. “You're lucky my brother never cared for their opinions.”

“What about your opinion?” She asked interested, Geta smirked a bit. “It would be too soon to tell if you were really after the wealth and power of the imperial family yet…”

“I feel if you can calm Caracalla, then I give you my blessing.” Geta looked at her and Y/n thought about his tantrums. Even Geta can’t calm down sometimes leading to cuts and bruises that she saw him applying makeup to.

“I-” “Brother, why are you in my lady's chambers?” A voice came from the door, Caracalla had his hand pushing on the door. He looked dishevelled, his hair was quite messy and his tunic was stained, just like he was when she first saw him.

“Ah, brother. You rudely didn't introduce me to your lady so I decided to myself.” Geta explained carefully, he didn't like the look in Caracalla's eyes. Envy was something that Caracalla felt nearly every day because of his brother but the look in his eyes was different.

“I was going to when I got to know her better.” in other words, he didn't know if she would leave him for his brother yet. Before Geta could answer, Y/n spoke up “My Emperor, I would like to request alone time with Caracalla.”

Geta looked at Y/n then Caracalla, before nodding and making his way out. Caracalla moved to the side to let him out closing the door behind Geta. She tried to go over towards her, “Caracalla, are you-”

Y/n tried to ask if he was okay since his appearance was rugged. “Is this your ploy to court me as a way to get to my brother?” Caracalla's voice was accusatory. She was shocked, she shook her head frantically. “No, no, never-”

“Why was he in your chamber then?” Caracalla stepped away from her, he couldn't make eye contact. “He came in I didn't ask him to, he saved me from a jealous maid.”

“Oh, and he's now your knight?” Caracalla shot back. She had to think quickly about how to get out of this, “Calla please don't.” she used a nickname. Caracalla stopped, she knew his moods could switch in a second so she tested it. “Calla?” His voice turned soft, and she nodded.

“Yes, calla I would never have eyes for anyone but you.” She reached her hand out to touch his cheek and he leaned into it. “Hm, if you did I have to puck out your eyes.” He smiled and she returned it nervously.

His hand wrapped around her waist pulling her closer and resting his chin on her shoulder. She brushed her fingers through his hair, as she thought about how quickly his mood changed. He adored her now but how could he feel in a week? A day? Then next hour?

Tags: @themoonofthesun-blog

[iwanty0uu]

How would aot boys react to reader saying she want a break and goes to sleep on the couch

Ony :

- “Baby girl what’s the matter?” He asked as he wrapped his hands around you, nuzzling into your warm body on his bed, his dark features enhanced by the blue light of your phone. You didn’t respond which earned a poke in the hip from him. “ You dont wanna talk t’me? What i do?” You hummed in response, scrolling through his following and his liked posts, all the girls that you felt looked better than you.. the insecurity started to get to your head. “Hey Ony..I think we should take a..you know..brea-” You heard the bed creak beneath you as he straightened himself up. “Y/n.. don’t play with me. You not deadass. How you finna be upset with me and not tell me what I did so we could fix it?” He said, his tone changing in frustration and confusion, but internally, he was afraid.. “Ony I dont wanna agrue nd I can tell Im just gonna make this worse.. I’ll sleep on the couch for tonight” You mumbled softly. “Like hell you will, the fuck. You gon talk to me whether u like it or not and if i gotta read your notes app to figure out who or what the fuck got in my baby’s head I will.” He grabbed your face peppering it with butterfly kisses.

• “We’ll figure it out together girl”…

Armin :

Armin was very observant, so when he noticed your distance, he panicked and it bothered him for days. “Love?” He asked from the living room, slowly entering making sure not to invade your space. You looked up in response turning your phone off to give your boyfriend your full attention. “ I got your text.. about, you sleeping on the couch tonight and stuff, n I don’t know if this is because mood swings or if its something that I did or if its something that you’re upset with me about not saying that I have to be the center of your life and emotions and everything because I know that you work really hard in school and-” He paused abruptly collecting his thoughts. He averted his eyes from your now concerned gaze. You never knew it would affect him this much. “What I’m trying to say is.. I got you chic-fil-a and a new blanket to make you feel better.. and hopefully we can watch a movie and talk about it?

• “I’ll give you your space but I’m only a call from our bedroom away okay?”…

Connie :

The ping of the basketballs in the gym echoed in your ears. You watched as your boyfriend got a little too friendly with his personal trainer who you weren’t jealous of, but you simply weren’t fond of her. Who would want their man getting touched up on by a girl for lord knows how long.. but Connie assured you that the only reason she’s here is because his usual trainer broke his arm and in three weeks, he’ll be healed enough to get back in action.He wanted to ask if you wanted to join him for the day but your energy was low so he let you be.. All was well until you were facing the window in the car, being less talkative than usual. The sun retired for the day and the sky was dark, “I’m gonna sleep on the couch tonight”… “ No ur not..”… “You cant tell me what to do..”…. “ k .”

11:04 pm

You felt a sudden jerk, which made you open your eyes skightly, and a pair of hazel eyes met yours.“Hope you got all the space you needed girly..you wont see her training me again tomorrow, she was annoying anyways..”

• His plump lips met your temple as you nustled into his neck, “night”…

Jean :

You never knew when to stop playin. You set up your phone in the kitchen to record your boyfriend’s to your little “prank”.

8:15 pm- jean comes home

8:30- jean showers after greeting you

9:25- jean lays on couch

9:28- “Jean baby.. I’m gonna sleep here tonight..I need some space..”

9:30- “Back in my day, when the women needed space, they’d sleep with the oxen and mules..so”

You stared blankly at his unfunny joke, walking into the kitchen keeping deadpan eye contact, revealing your phone. “It was a prank fucking old ass man.”

• “Oh aii…”

HOPE YA LIKED IT- 𝓵𝓮𝓵𝓮 <3

[sleepypanda27]

Lovers

Bucky x reader

Summary: You meet Bucky at a concert your friends made you go to and fall for him.

Words: 1,049

Your friends made you tag along with them to a concert. You tried to like the music, you really tried. But it just wasn't in your taste. Not that it was bad maybe if you'd been in a different kind of mood, you would like it more.

A couple of people danced, and others stood in their spots, swinging along with the music and singing along. Your feet started to hurt, so you decided to ditch your friends while they enjoyed music and headed to the bar instead. At least the concert hall was beautifully decorated for Christmas.

You ordered a glass of wine and went to find a place where you could sit. By the brick wall were placed benches. Almost everything was taken, except one.

"Is this seat taken?" You asked the man sitting on one of the benches close to the entrance back to the hall where you still could hear the music. He was buried in his phone, reading something.

He looked up at you, and you noticed a small smile on his lips. "No, please sit." He took his glass of amber liquid from the seat. You sat down, took your phone out of your purse, and browsed social media to pass the time.

"Don't like the concert, huh?" The man beside you observed.

"Not really my kind of music." You turned, facing the stranger. Undeniably, he was good-looking.

"Same here. I'm James by the way." He introduced himself with a smile. "But please call me Bucky."

"Y/n." You returned the smile, slightly blushing.

"So I guess it wasn't your choice to come here?"

"No. My friends dragged me with them. I didn't have a choice."

"Me too, I don't know why I even agreed to go, I have to work early in the morning. But now, after meeting someone in the same position, I'm not mad." He chuckled.

"Im happy my suffering brings you joy." You couldn't shake off the feeling you had seen him somewhere before. "Sorry, have we met before?"

"I don't think so, I would definitely remember if we had met." He assured.

"You seem so familiar." His eyes looked like he had experienced a lot. More than a man his age should experience.

"I get that a lot." He shrugged.

"Are you a singer?" He had a charm. An old-fashioned charm.

"Only in my shower." He chuckled. "But I'm not sure if I'm good at it."

"What's with the gloves?" You asked, noticing he was wearing black leather gloves.

"Bad circulation." He shrugged nonchalantly.

After talking a little, you both walked around and chatted about everything. You were so into the conversation you almost missed a step and tripped. Bucky caught you, holding your waist and arm. "Careful, doll. You alright?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks." You blushed, holding onto his thick arm.

You found a place away from most of the people. Almost half of the wall was a window. It was dark outside, and it was slowly snowing. The low light outside was illuminating and making the snowflakes sparkle. You could still hear the music from the stage.

Bucky held out his hand for you. "Dance with me." The way he was looking at you felt like you were the only girl in the world. He made you swoon and you couldn't say no.

You placed your hand in his, and he pulled you closer to him, placing his other arm on the small of your back. It felt magical. The snow, the string lights wrapped around the window arch, the faint music, the man you were dancing with, it felt almost unreal.

Bucky pulled back a little to look at you as if pondering his next move. The lead singer announced the last song, bringing Bucky and you back to reality. You returned to the main concert hall.

Both of you stood in the back, looking for your friends. Since none of you could see your friends between the people, you stayed in the back by the exposed brick wall.

You shivered at the cold gust of air that flowed through the doors. The dress you were wearing didn't do much in terms of keeping you warm. Bucky noticed and took off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders, leaving his arm around your shoulders.

"Thanks." You pulled it tighter around yourself. It was warm and had a lingering scent of his cologne on it.

"Would you like to have dinner with me sometime?" He asked, without thinking, leaning close to your ear.

"What?" You weren't sure you understood right what he said over the music.

"Would you like to have dinner with me?" He almost shouted.

"I would love that." You smiled. "Give me your phone."

He unlocked his phone and gave it to you. You added your phone number to his contacts and gave it back to him.

"I'll call you." He smiled, placing the phone in the pocket of the back of his pants.

The last song ended, and people started clapping and cheering as the musicians bowed and thanked the crowd.

"There he is." A blond-haired man who seemed to be his friend approached. "Hi there." He greeted you, a little surprised.

"Hi." You responded to the stranger. You had a feeling you also had seen him somewhere before.

"We have to go." Bucky's friend said.

“Do you see your friends?” Bucky asked you.

You looked around and saw one of them who was looking at you weirdly. "Yeah, I see them."

"Good. You'll be alright? Can I leave you?"

"Yes, Bucky, I am a big girl and can take care of myself." You chuckled.

"I’m just making sure.” He smiled. After saying goodbyes, he waved as he was pushed away.

“Wait, your jacket!”

“You can give it back when we'll meet next time!” Bucky shouted as he disappeared into the crowd.

"Do you know who you were talking to?" Your friend asked, surprised.

"You mean Bucky?"

“Bucky freaking Barnes.” She looked at you with wide eyes.

“That wasn’t…wait…that can’t be.” You looked the way he went and back at your friend who had googled his photo. “Oh my god, that was him!”

“Why did he leave you his jacket?” She asked, confused.

“He asked me out.” You grinned, barely containing your excitement.

[hottakendragon]

ok so,, im back!!

THIS ONE ISNT A SMUT REQUEST (but if you want to make it smut go for it !! its your blog), but I’m thinking of maybe like a really sensitive and shy reader and just like normal miles😭but he’s very strict in this. let’s say little reader makes a mistake and miles is having a bad day, so he yells at her and is like “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?? STOP” and she gets really scared and upset because this huge 9’5 man just screamed at her for something so small and she’s just thinking he could crush her like a bug, and how intimidating her boyfriend truly is so the poor thing just cries on the spot :((

would prefer human reader but anything is fine !!

in the morning i’ll be better

Recom!miles quaritch x human fem!reader

warnings: mean quaritch, cry baby reader, emotions!

Miles quaritch is rude, egocentric, and ignorant. It's who he is, and who he has to be as a commander. He's sarcastic and privy to his emotions, though his temperament can really get the best of him.

but Q loves his shy little girlfriend. she’d been so quiet and small when they first met, in her own bubble until quaritch decided he needed to pop it. He loves the challenge of working her out of her shell and is rewarded with her sweet smile and laughter.

Miles finds that she’s actually an open book. He can’t help but fixate on her delicate features when there’s only so much space between them! Miles always finds the smallest twitches in her expression, revealing exactly what she’s feeling. she feels so deeply. miles loves how expressive she is, silently rejoices in the fact that he gets to have her like this as very few have the opportunity

-loves when he can tell her a mundane snippet of his day and she’s glows in delight for him, as if compensating for his lack of enthusiasm

-Q will sneak glances at her when they watch movies, hearing her sniffles and he just pulls her in his lap. his heart squeezes when she wraps an arm around his middle and lets herself cry openly, allowing herself to be vulnerable in his arms.

-but it seems quaritch woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. What had started as simple as early morning grogginess turns sour and quaritch becomes an irascible, mean man. not even her bright spirit can bring him out of it.

“what are you doin’ in here?” his voice carries as he enters his office and she’s already there.

she perks up at his presence and smiles.

“hey, i had a bit of time and wanted to stop by,” she says, swinging her legs as she’s perched on his abnormally large desk- on top of his paperwork.

“dammit!” quaritch flares, stomping across the room. “get off my desk.”

she startles at his low, thundering voice and scrambles to jump off of the polished wood. She’s slightly alarmed and confused, but this is not the first time Q has been in a bad mood. She chances a glance at him from her small stature, an uneasiness growing in her belly. Quaritch is tense, shoulders bunched and fists clenching. He's so large compared to her, it’s impossible to not be intimidated. she begins to nervously fidget with her manicure. 

“I- i didn’t mean to intrude, i missed you before you left this morning and i wanted to see you,” she mumbles

Quaritch doesn’t acknowledge her as he takes the opposite side of the desk and assesses the clutter of paperwork. He rests his palms flatly on the desk, hangs his head and sighs deeply.

Quaritch raises to meet her eyes. “don’t I see enough of you at home?”

she’s stunned for a moment, unblinking as she processes his razor sharp words and finds his eyes burning with aggravation.

he raises his voice now, “go on. i got work to do and i don’t need you fuckin’ it up more than you already have.”

she’s still stuck in place, watching him. Quaritch begins to flare at her stall to action, rounds the desk again and takes strides to quickly approach her and thunders, “GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE.” 

it comes out quicker than he can catch it, and quaritch catches the fright that flashes through her and she takes a skittish step backwards. This immediately halts his steps, and quaritch is forced to watch as her sweet little face crumbles under his gaze. it happens in slow motion- her face becomes warm with humiliation, and that usual light in her eyes clouds over with a fresh spring of tears. her chin wobbles and she breaks their mutual gaze and dammit, now quaritch has really fucked it. 

she’s wrapping her arms around herself and turning her back on him towards the door and no no NO that’s not what he wants at all. He catches her wrist just as the door clicks.

and it’s a knife gouging inside his chest when she turns towards him, a veil of sorrow obscuring her usually radiant features. her cheeks are already blotchy from holding her breath, holding back her tears. Q feels awful, god he’s such a stupid prick.

“honey, i didn’t mean it”

and poor thing, she just bursts into tears. She tries to catch her sobs before they leave her chest, but she’s hurt, and even a bit frightened. It's heart wrenching, quaritch’s own expression falls and he’s immediately kneeling to her height. He holds her wrist gently, so fragile and small within his palm. He wants so badly to pull her closer. 

“baby, i'm sorry. so, so fuckn sorry,” miles says

“Do I bother you that much?” she cries loudly, looking up at him with tears clumping her lashes and tracking over her cheeks. Quaritch hates himself for ever putting that thought into her mind. He shuffles on his knees to be closer to her, reaching to take her other hand in his.

“no, no darlin’. you could never bother me. Don't know why I would even say somethin’ so goddamn stupid and incorrect. talkin’ out of my ass again.”

she doesn’t answer, her chest raking with every sob she lets out. miles begins to wilt, his heart in his stomach. he can’t stand being so far away from her. he takes a chance; sitting on his haunches and parting his legs so he can tug on her wrist until she’s crashing into his chest. he tries not to let his heart sink when she doesn’t reciprocate his touch right away. 

“didn’t mean it, doll. I'm sorry,” Miles says lowly, his chin resting on her head.

“you can be mean-you can be *so mean sometimes, miles.” she says wetly against his chest. she clutches the fabric of his shirt.

“I know, I know, i don’t mean to get that way,” he concedes, beginning to rub her back. He feels her take deep, steadying breaths.

“But you do, miles. more often than you think. Sometimes I feel like I'm tiptoeing through a landmine. I never know when you’ll blow up on me.” she sniffles.

-quaritch nods, truly considering her words. He knows he can be a dick, but he never wants to be that way with her. his heart clenches as he recalls the fear that flashed over her just minutes ago- and how he was the reason for it. Quaritch wants to kick his own ass.

The pair are quiet as she calms down, her tears subsiding. Eventually she wraps her arms around his shoulders, properly hugging him now. Miles is flooded with relief and pulls her closer. She smells sweet, like her conditioner and the fabric softener she uses. she smells like home, and god isn’t quaritch the biggest fucking idiot to even think of speaking to her that way. 

“stay here with me,” he breathes, nuzzling into her hair. she pulls away to meet his eyes warily, her own still rimmed red. Quaritch shakes his head as if to erase any doubt in her mind.

“Wouldn't want you anywhere else, sugar.” he tells her firmly, taking her hands. she sniffles and pouts, her eyes falling to their entangled digits. her thumb runs softly over his knuckles and miles heavy heart beats so fast. 

she takes a deep breath, finally meeting his eyes and nodding her head. Miles sighs in relief and hugs her close.

“Thank you, love you,” quaritch sighs. His anxiety eases when she locks her arms around him again. He wraps around her torso, petting her soft hair. They stay like that for a while, but quaritch really does have work to do. Wordlessly, quaritch moves to grasp under her thigh, pressing her close. Her legs instinctively wrap around his slim waist and quaritch easily maneuvers to stand with her in his arms. He walks them towards his desk and sits, holding her against his chest and begins to sort the scatter of documents. She lifts her head, eyeing the mess. 

“M’sorry i messed up your desk,” she mumbles.

“S’alright, wasn’t really organized to begin with,” he chuckles, then somewhat awkwardly clears his throat. “I'm really sorry, darlin’, you have every right to kick me in my hind end and tell me off. I don't ever wanna make you cry,” he says softly.

What quaritch doesnt know is that he’s an open book with her, too. Miles’ eyes are swirling pools of raw emotion, constantly changing and turning with the tide. She finds a genuine sorrow, a true apology darkening the chartreuse of his irises. She rises to kiss him softly in reassurance. 

And she feels the way the tension bleeds out of him, feels his slow sigh breathing from his nose. Quaritch lifts his fingers to cradle her jaw, brushing the soft skin. When they pull away, that cloudiness is gone and Mile's eyes are bright again.

She smiles at him. “Can I help?” she asks, already turning in his lap to face the desk. 

“Y’know, I’d appreciate it, actually,” quaritch says. His hands drop to her hips and he pulls her into him, her back pressing against his chest. He scoots further into the desk and drops a kiss on her shoulder and says, “I don't deserve you- too good t’me, too sweet,” in his low, american accent. She loosely throws her hand back to punch his chest. “I know,” she says, a light tease in her voice. Quaritch chuckles and holds her tighter, bowing to press another lingering kiss into her shoulder. And so they organize the clutter together, exchanging papers and reading off the information to one another. They’re a well oiled machine until every stack is bound and clipped neatly. She even writes sticky notes in her loopy handwriting to describe what the documents are about. When the job is done, quaritch is turning her around and kissing her like he’s been dying to ever since he stepped into the office.

notes: lol hello! thank you for sending this request! i was v excited to dig my teeth into this. i apologize for the delayed roll out, life punched me in the throat and took me out over the past couple of weeks but it was a nice reprieve getting to work on this. thank you envy for the request! please enjoy and leave some love! <3

[ghostieyanyan]

I’m the anon who requested the Yandere overblot Jamil. Other than him, I think Floyd has the most potential to be a yandere. The guy’s just unhinged. Maybe a bit too insane. So I thought what if he was too dangerous and insane that Floyd was locked away at a mental facility but managed to escape and kidnaps MC. Or maybe Floyd would be more unhinged as a yandere when he overblots. Either one is a great idea. Floyd would just destroy anyone who touches his Shrimpy

thank you for requesting again ^^ <3

this reminds me of @merakiui serial killer floyd (im one of her biggest fans) she wrote something about floyd in a prison on death row and mc/yuu is an journalist that interview him so that's what it reminds me of and i might be a little inspired by her work but i do want to try to have my original put on it too. so i hope that's okay.

~Crazy for you~

Patient!Floyd x caretaker!mc

Warnings: yandere, stalking, kidnapping,

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Floyd

yes. the boy is crazy. like off the hinges crazy, but he's actually really smart too. Sly, slimy, cold hearted eel. even when he got caught, he didn't even seem remorseful. But with his family that has connection everywhere, he was put into a mental facility for his "troubles."

you weren't anything special in that the facility, you just help with medication records, paper works, and if there was low staffs, you'll help give out the medication. but that rarely happened.

but this was a rare scenario, Floyd with his mood swings and violent behavioral issues made him a ticking time bomb for some people or like an eel waiting quietly in the cracks of the coral waiting for them to put their guard down.

it was a really busy day and a lot of the workers had to take care of other patients who has going through sever side affects with their medication. So this was going to be the first time you'll meet the famous Floyd Leech.

Since Floyd was so problematic, his has to be placed in a different room from the rest and when he takes medicate, you have to have a guard with you.

When you walked into the room, the room was a mess, even with the limited things that he had. Floyd was looking at you with his blanket over his head.

you had to lore him out like a kid... or better described, a monster..

it took a few minutes to get him out but when he did, a smile grew on his face. He gave you the nickname Shrimpy, because how small you are to him. He took his medicate and was really enjoying the "conversation" you two were having. more like he asked question and you just answered. i mean, they were simple questions, "what's your favorite color?", "your favorite food?" , "do you like the ocean?" , "if you can go anywhere you wanna go, where?"

after you finish, you were about to leave when Floyd sudden lunges at you. holding you against him.

"nooo... don't leave shrimpyy"

more guards has to come in and hold him down to get you out. you take a last look at him when you left. his eye were locked onto you...

The next few days, Floyd would act hostie with another workers, demanding that he wanted to see you. Its gotten so bad that the facility just gave you the role to take care of him until something changes in him.

you didn't know why or how you've won this eel man's heart but i guess you did. lucky you.

Your presents helped his mood so much that the facility thought that he was sane to leave. Frankly you think they just want to get rid of him, for good.

The day Floyd left, he didn't whine, he didn't scream or lunged at anyone. he was tamed as a house pet.

For his finally request, he asked to see his Shrimpy, when you approached, he gave you one tight hug and said something that sent a shiver down your spine.

He lets you go, sent a big smile and waved everyone good bye.

You vanish the next day, people thought that you tired of the crazy, like Floyd.

Or you could have been drugged in your home and dragged out to who knows where.

But when you do wake up you'll see the unsettling smiling face of an eel...

"welcome home shrimpy~"

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sorry for misspellings qwq

[x-honeycomb-x]

ftms can be trans feminine ♥️

mtfs can be trans masculine 💙

completely ooc post, recently my mtf friend came out as trans masculine, and I've also been out as she/they for months now. I was at a t4t party and was referred by people as a trans woman and it gave me so much euphoria.

personally i enjoy being feminine but I wish I was AMAB. I wish I was a amab person on estrogen. That makes me trans. And I'm genderfluid, so when I'm in my feminine mood swing, I am a trans woman.

and turns out im not alone in this! after talking about it on instagram and discord, there's a lot of non-binary people telling me that they want to transition SO they can do more stuff that's related to their birth gender. I literally had said "I can't wait to be at least 6 months on testosterone so I can wear more women's clothes."

my friend asked me, what is the difference between let's say a ftm being feminine or trans feminine? to that I replied,

some ftms want to be a feminine guy

some ftms wanna be a trans woman

yeah! there's a lot of ways people can experience euphoria and dysphoria, and it's different to everyone. I have a friend who went through masculinization and feminization surgery in one day. I have a friend joked they're tris (mix of trans cis) cause they are just butch, not entirely a cis woman but also not quite trans. I have friends who prefer to be on low dose of testosterone. I personally want to be a girl with a dick. And a boy with a pussy.

I remember seeing a post here saying "reblog to completely detransition the person you repost this from", and I think i engaged with this kink in a very cusheteronormal way. i don't want to be bred by a cis man, and I don't want to be a cis girl either. i'm guessing since this kink community is the way I experienced genderbending, it did encourage me to experiment with gender, but also I feel like it has limited my options with gender. or maybe i just wasn't shown the possibilities of genders.

I am genderfluid and now I identify as a futch dyke. I'm a bit of a butch and femme, and I am a lesbian when I'm fem. When I'm masc I am mlm. Sometimes Im non-binary and into non-binary stuff.

Anyways. Just wanna be able to say that I'm trans feminine, and ftms are allowed to be trans feminine, and mtfs are allowed to be trans masculine. thanks for reading. 🖤🖤

[megalony]

A man named uncle

This is a new Henry Cavill imagine I am hoping to turn into a series, I hope everyone will like it, any feedback would be greatly appreciated.

Taglist: @lunaticspoem @butlegendsneverdie @langdonzvoid @jennyggggrrr​ @rogmeddows @radiob-l-a-hblah @rogertaylorsbitontheside @chlobo6 @rogertaylors-lipgloss @sj-thefan @omgitsearly @luckytrashgooprebel​ @scarsout @deaky-with-a-c​ @killer-queen-ofrhye @bluutac​ @vousmemanqueez-blog​ @jonesyaddiction​ @milanosaurus @httpfandxms​ @saint-hardy @7-seas-of-fat-bottomed-girls​ @mrsalwayswritex​ @rogerina-owns-me  @hellsdragon​ @im-an-adult-ish​ @crazylittlethingg​ @allauraleigh @onceuponadetectivedemigod​ @ceres27​ @avyannadawn

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Summary: (Y/n) and Henry have a house of girls and they are guardians of their nieces who they think of as their daughters. But looking after their girls isn’t easy when (Y/n)’s pregnant and their fifteen year old niece starts to resent (Y/n) and is fighting for Henry’s sole attention.

Enjoy.

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"Jamie, come back." Reaching her hand out, (Y/n) tried to grab hold of her niece by her arm but she shrugged her away. "Jamie!"

She didn't mean to snap, she really didn't but she couldn't seem to help it when it came to Jamie. If she were only a few years younger, things might be different than this. If she were twelve years old again or even ten, life might be a lot easier. (Y/n) hated herself every time she wished she could rewind time because it wasn't fair to think that way about Jamie, but she did wind (Y/n) up on purpose and they both knew it.

Fifteen was a complicated age and Jamie's life had been far from easy, (Y/n) knew that better than most, but she wanted things to be like they used to be. When Jamie was younger and she'd look up at (Y/n) with those bright blue eyes that could hold the world within them. She would stare up at (Y/n) and her lips would form such a cheesy grin of adoration and then she'd take (Y/n)'s hand and widely swing their arms back and forth unti. (Y/n)'s shoulder ached.

That was what (Y/n) loved, when her little niece would beam up at her or run and tackle her down with a hug instead of shoot her down with a glare.

She wasn't always like this.

There were quite a few times where Jamie would actually get along with (Y/n), she'd ask for make up advice or want (Y/n) to do something stylish with her hair to make her look pretty. She wuld ask to try on (Y/n)'s clothes and see what would look good on her and she would share a joke she thought was great. But she was getting older now and everything was changing for Jamie and therefore, her moods were changing too.

"What?"

"Don't run off, just walk with me, please." (Y/n) shrugged her shoulders whilst she rammed the pushchair up the kerb to catch up with Jamie who had her hands stuffed into her coat pockets and a speedy determination to her steps.

"I want to go home,"

"And you think I don't? When the girls come out we'll be home within ten minutes. There's no use sulking off ahead anyway, I've got the keys."

With a sigh, Jamie kicked a few loose stones around with her trainers before she nodded and waited for (Y/n) to catch her up. It wasn't that she didn't want to be seen with (Y/n) and they hadn't had a big argument or anything, she just wanted to go home.

She didn't see why she had to accompany (Y/n) to collect the girls from school, she could just give Jamie her key and meet her back at home instead of making her come along.

"What's wrong?" Jamie leaned her head to the side and narrowed her eyes when she looked back at (Y/n). Her aunt was doubled over the pram with her head hung low and her back arched like she was in some kind of pain.

"Nothing, just feeling a bit sick. I'm okay."

(Y/n) shook off the wave of nausea rattling through her system and tried to move a bit quicker to catch up and reach the school gates. The girls would be bustling out at any moment and then Jamie really would speed ahead to try and get home as quick as possible.

Jamie was fifteen now and she could walk home by herself by all means, but (Y/n) liked walking to get her from school. She would walk the long way from home to Jamie's school, wait for her and then go on to get Alice, Violet and Minnie from their school two streets over. When they were younger, Jamie loved being picked up from school and (Y/n) knew deep down she didn't mind walking home with (Y/n), but her eyes would light up if Henry ever came on the school run too.

Over the five years that Jamie and her sister Alice had lived with (Y/n) and Henry, Jamie had slowly gone from being attached to (Y/n) to being clingy to Henry instead. It did crush a big part of (Y/n) because Jamie was resenting (Y/n) in some way. She was retreating from her and feeling cold towards her because she was growing up and her emotions and feelings were changing and complicated and (Y/n) hadn't done anything but love her niece like her own child.

(Y/n) and Henry brought the girls to live with them because they loved them and only wanted to do right by them. But (Y/n) did find some comfort in Alice, the ten year old was as close to her as ever. Alice was more like (Y/n)'s other daughter and Jamie had well and truly gone from her daughter back to her niece.

"Mummy!"

Turning her head, (Y/n) felt herself smile despite the nausea when she saw a flock of dark brown curls flopping in the distance, heading her way. Violet barelled into (Y/n) like they had been separated for years and no merely hours. (Y/n) leaned down to kiss her hair that so resembled Henry and breathed in her scent. She prayed to God that when her girls got older, they wouldn't feel so distant towards her like Jamie. But then again, Jamie had had a bad upbringing before she came to live with (Y/n) and Henry so it was only natural that she started to rebel.

Just as Violet pulled away, (Y/n) felt Minnie cling to her legs for a few moments before she moved to get in her pushchair (Y/n) had brought for her. Minnie was only four but she was glued to her pushchair, she didn't like walking unless they were in the park, she felt safer strapped into her chair.

Finally Alice came skipping through the gates and trotted over to (Y/n), mumbling something (Y/n) couldn't make out before she moved to grab Jamie's hand. Alice was Jamie's weak spot because they had been through a lot together. Jamie could be in a foul mood but as soon as her sister came over, she would smile and pretend everything was okay. It was part of her defense mechanism.

"Did you have a good day?" (Y/n) leaned her weight on her right arm that was pushing the chair and held Violet's hand with her free hand.

"I did some painting... can we videocall daddy tonight?"

"I'll message him and double check what he's doing, but hopefully you can," (Y/n) couldn't quite remember Henry's schedule, he might be busy with a press conference until late or he might have the evening to himself before he flew home tomorrow morning. He had been gone for two weeks and all four girls had missed him terribly.

(Y/n) watched Jamie and Alice toddling on ahead of her and tried to find it in herself to smile. It felt so much better for all of them when Henry was home with them, without him it was like they all felt a missing piece within them. the girls became sluggish and moped about until he came home, at one point when he had been gone a month (Y/n) thought they were all going insane.

Leaning over the pushchair, (Y/n) ruffled Minnie's blonde hair, watching how she snuggled into the chair already half asleep.

A comfortable silence fell over the three of them while Jamie and Alice kept a good ten steps ahead, seemingly oblivious in their own little world yet never straying too far from (Y/n)'s reach. (Y/n) tried her best to listen to Violet's riveting conversation about all the new spellings she had done correct in school but it was hard to stay focused.

There was only one more night sleeping alone- or with Minnie sneaking into the bed- until Henry would be back home with them all. Two weeks had dragged on into a lifetime and (Y/n) always felt at a loss when Henry wasn't around.

It was a relief when the five of them all finally made it to the driveway with two cars and the jeep all lined up on the left hand side.

"Can I have the key?" Jamie turned round and held her hand out to (Y/n) while Alice and Violet both made a break for the front door, trying to see who would get there first.

Just as (Y/n) felt her fingers curling around the key in her bag, a violent scream tore from her lips when she felt arms deadlocking around her waist. Within a second her feet were lifted from the floor and she was swung to the side at the same time as a pair of lips met her neck and a hard chest was pressed to her back. Her heart thudded in her chest and she couldn't breathe when every muscle was frozen stiff and deadlocked in position from fright.

Henry.

(Y/n) could feel herself becoming lightheaded and sick from how quickly he was spinning her round and round while her knees were pulled up near her stomach. It felt strange yet automatic to feel Henry's wide arms around her waist like a cage locked around her and with how he had picked her up, they were almost the same height with his head buried in her neck.

She could feel him laughing loudly into her skin that he was nipping when he finally stopped spinning her around and set her back down carefully on her feet. His arms stayed around her middle and he leaned down to kiss her cheek.

Looking around, (Y/n) set her sights on the girls, only just realising they might have been scared with how loudly she had screamed. Henry had come out from behind the cars, none of them had seen him and they certainly weren't expecting him to be home today or for him to come out of nowhere and surprise them like this.

Violet and Alice had turned around and bolted back over to them at the sound of screaming, Minnie was struggling to scramble out of her chair and see what the commotion was all about. And Jamie had one arm in the air like she had been ready to punch whoever she thought was going to attack her aunt before she realised it was Henry and froze on the spot.

"Daddy!"

"You're home!"

Henry smothered (Y/n) with a searing kiss before he finally let go of her so he could reach down and scoop Minnie up into his arms since she reached him first.

"Hey little mouse, you okay?"

"Missed you daddy," Minnie couldn't help but squeal when Henry peppered kisses all over her face but she deadlocked her arms around his neck when she knew he was about to try and put her down. She wasn't letting him let her go so quickly, even if the other girls wanted his attention too. He was hers now, she had gotten to him first, she was the winner and the prize was Henry's love and affection.

Leaning down, Henry pressed kisses to both Violet and Alice's heads and wrapped them up in his free arm seeing as Minnie was putting up a big fight to stay pressed up to his chest.

When Jamie slowly walked over, Henry wrapped an arm around her and kissed her forehead, smiling when she didn't let go for a minute or so.

"Why didn't you say you were coming home early?"

"I wanted to surprise my girls," Giving Jamie a small nudge, Henry turned and walked towards the door with his army of girls following close by. It was a last minute change of plans to get an earlier flight and he had been desperate to call and check on them all. But at the same time, he didn't get many opportunities to surprise them and he knew it would be great to see their looks if he turned up without telling them first.

All their school bags were either hung up or very quickly discarded next to the coat rack behind the door before all of them piled through into the lounge. After each girl entered the lounge, their heads turned and their big doe eyes looked up at Henry with a look of wonder and confusion.

Following after them all, (Y/n) wrapped her arms around Henry's waist and tucked her face between his shoulderblades. Her much smaller height meant she barely scraped up to Henry's shoulders on a good day but that was how he liked it. He liked to tower over her or rest his chin on top of her head, but his favourite was to pin her between him and the wall.

Leaning around him, (Y/n) looked to see why the girls hadn't put the tv on yet but her stomach flipped with shock when she looked around the room. There were a five balloons ranging from pale dusty pink to deep ocean blue scattered around the room.

He wanted to tell the girls their news.

"We have balloons?" Violet spun on her heels with a big grin on her face, praying that they each could have a balloon.

"What's going on?" Even Jamie couldn't hide the smile that was slowly spreading across her face. She didn't like to admit it but she did love a surprise and usually when they did this kind of thing, something good was about to happen. They might be going away on holiday, they might be having a party soon. Maybe Henry had a new movie role he wanted to share with them. There was no end of possibilities going through her mind.

"Sit down, we've got a surprise girls." Henry beckoned them to move and sit down so he and (Y/n) could move into the room.

Jamie perched on the arm of the sofa while Violet and Alice bounced back in their seats on the sofa and Minnie begrudgingly let Henry sit her down next to the girls.

"What's the surprise?" Violet couldn't take her eyes off the balloons that were spread out from the corner of the room, across the fireplace and near the bay window. She loved surprises but she didn't like the anticipation of waiting to find out what it was.

(Y/n) felt a bubble of anxiety welling up in her chest before Henry's arm swooped around her waist and he pulled her into his side. They had already guessed what their girl's reactions would be and mostly they knew it would be enthusiastic but that didn't stop (Y/n)'s anxiety from spiralling away with her. They had decided that when Henry came home, they would tell the girls their news, (Y/n) had thought she would have one more day to worry about it before it happened. But Henry had come home early and she knew he was so excited that he wouldn't be able to keep quiet, which was slightly adorable.

With a lasting look, (Y/n) nodded at Henry, silently agreeing that this was the moment.

"You're all gonna be big sisters... we're having a baby."

Henry's hand made slow circles over (Y/n)'s stomach as he watched each girl for their reaction.

Minnie was first to react, a small squeal left her lips before she began to clap as if they had told her they had won a championship game of some kind. Violet's dark brown eyes seemed to widen into big saucers bit the smile on her lips and the way her fingers were twitching and rubbing together gave away how excited she was feeling internally.

Alice seemed to blush as if she had been told some sordid secret she didn't truly understand but she seemed to silently gasp in utter surprise which was a good sign. She knew she wasn't technically going to be a big sister, she was going to have a cousin but it didn't feel that way. Since she was five, she had grown up with Violet who had been only two when Alice and Jamie moved in with them. She had been a little sister to Alice and she had been here when (Y/n) was pregnant and gave birth to Minnie who again, was a little sister for her to play with.

For all intents and purposes, Alice was their sister and she had come close many times to calling (Y/n) mum and Henry dad. They were her make shift family, the parents who chose and actually wanted her and she wanted so badly to be their child. She was treated like their very own daughter and a lot of the time, it slipped her mind that biologically she wasn't theirs.

Jamie wasn't happy.

The bright blood red face and tears tracing down her cheeks showed she wasn't happy and it broke (Y/n)'s heart.

"That's why you've been sick?" The way she spoke made it sound like an accusation and (Y/n) couldn't help but flinch a little. "It's not fair!"

Tears fell from (Y/n)'s eyes when Jamie stood up and roughly barged into her shoulder on her war path out of the living room. They could hear her feet pounding into the stairs as she galloped up to her room to hide herself away with her sorrow.

Henry's arm moved up from (Y/n)'s waist to delicately place over her collar bone and shoulders and his lips pressed into the back of (Y/n)'s head. She could feel him sighing into her hair and whispering that he would talk to her later. She quickly wiped her eyes on the back of her sleeve before she moved her hands to gently cradle Henry's bicep that was placed across her chest. At least the rest of their girls were happy.

"Do we have to share rooms now?" Violet looked rather nervous but she tried to smile.

She didn't want to share her room, none of them would want to do that. They all had their own rooms and that was how they liked it, Minnie had just got her big girl bed too now. She wouldn't want to be in a room with a baby and Violet didn't want to share with Minnie when she didn't always sleep through the night.

"No sweetheart, the study can be turned into a nursery," (Y/n) had already been thinking about it, they could turn the upstairs study into the nursery and just have the downstairs one at the back of the house for Henry's study. The perks of a big house meant each girl had their own space and there was still room for new editions.

"Where's baby now?" Minnie hopped up off the sofa and trotted behind her parents to pick out a rose pink balloon for herself before she stood in front of them like a strict teacher, waiting impatiently for an answer.

"Right here," Both Henry's hands moved to cup (Y/n)'s stomach and he couldn't help but chuckle at his youngest girl. She looked like her mind had been blown wide open, but then again, she was only four. Minnie hadn't seen anyone in the family who was pregnant before, she didn't know where they came from or how it happened. The only babies she knew were the dolls she played with.

"But... but, how do you get it out?" Her small hands started to pat (Y/n)'s tummy like it was a drum but she sounded so serious and concerned as if (Y/n) had put the baby there by mistake and now it was stuck forever.

"You don't have to worry about that, Minnie mouse. Around Christmas, we'll get the baby out just fine."

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"Hey," Henry poked his head round the door to the dark scarlet bedroom, his eyes instantly finding Jamie tucked under her weighted blanket in the middle of the bed. When she didn't respond, he took it as his cue to enter the room and he perched himself down on the end of the bed, resting his hand on her lower leg. "Are you alright?"

Her eyes gingerly looked up for a brief moment before she looked back down at the stars on her blanket, silently nodding her head. She knew the way she reacted was rude and she knew it had been hurtful but she couldn't seem to help it.

"You know you really upset her, don't you? Why aren't you happy?"

Henry could think of a few reasons why Jamie wasn't best pleased about this but he had truly hoped she would be happy. When they had Violet Jamie had been so excited to have a cousin to play with and when they had Minnie, Jamie had been amazing. She had helped (Y/n) when she felt ill, gone out to buy the crib with Henry and went out with (Y/n) for all the clothes and blankets and picked out toys and dummies, everything. She had been so involved and caring and excited about Minnie.

"I... I just, I'm not yours."

"What?"

"Me and Alice aren't yours. People see me out with (Y/n) and they give funny looks, they know she's not old enough to be my mum. I'm like the odd one out and now you're having another baby, I wish... I wish I was yours."

Jamie didn't want to be selfish but it was hard not to be when everything bad seemed to happen to her. For about seven years she had been brought up by Henry and (Y/n) and for five years they were her legal guardians. She loved them like they were her parents, but people could see (Y/n) wasn't her mum. With Henry it was harder to see if he was old enough or not, but (Y/n) looked younger than her actual age. (Y/n) was fourteen when Jamie was born, she wasn't old enough to be her mum but since Jamie was three, (Y/n) had acted as her mum and took on that responsibility.

Having another baby just proved that Jamie wasn't theirs and didn't truly belong with them but she wanted to. She wanted to erase the past and change all her memories and make them her parents. She wanted nothing more than to be their family, truly theirs.

"Sweetheart..." Henry hung his head and pursed his lips, he needed the right words but he didn't know what they were. "You know when I have my interviews, you know what I tell them?"

"No?"

"I say I've got four girls waiting back home for me and I always mean it. You're my girl and (Y/n) might not be old enough to be your mum but she's acted as a teenage parent. You don't know how many people have seen her in the street at the age of what, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, with a toddler and called her a teenage mum or said something snotty to her."

Jamie was too young to know or remember what it was like.

She had grown up with her grandparents raising her and (Y/n) being her mother figure. She didn't know what it was like.

When (Y/n) would go out and take Jamie to town for some shopping or take her to play centres and have people telling her she was too young to be a mother or saying slurs at her. Calling her names in the street, calling her everything under the sun just because they thought they had the right to judge.

Jamie didn't know how hard it had been for (Y/n) to raise her and take her on when she didn't have to. She didn't know how hard it was for (Y/n) to date Henry and tell him she truly wasn't Jamie's mother but she was raising her for the time being. And Henry took her on as his niece and then as his own daughter because he cared. He saw how hard (Y/n) tried with her and he wanted to help and he loved her as if she was his girl.

"I know it's not easy for you and it isn't always fair, but I need you to try and be nice to (Y/n). She loves you and you've been pushing her away. We're never going to kick you out or act like you don't belong here, fuck even Alice is starting to call me dad and I'm fine with that. I don't want you to feel like we don't love you, sweetheart."

Deep down, Jamie knew she would never be kicked out or told she didn't belong, she knew that. But her deepest fear was being pushed out because she wasn't theirs.

If she was being truly honest with herself, Jamie knew another reason why she was starting to feel the green eyed monster dwell in the pit of her stomach. She could see what (Y/n) had and she wanted it too. Jamie wanted to have a great marriage and a family of her own, and she knew she didn't want that just yet but she could see the life (Y/n) had and it wasn't fair.

(Y/n) had Henry and he was the light in Jamie's eyes. She loved him, he was her father figure but she couldn't bring herself to call him her father. He was uncle Henry, the man who stuck up for her when no one else did, the one who acted like she was the only person in the world worth listening to.

Sometimes, Jamie wondered what it would be like to her her aunt, married to Henry. It looked so perfect, so inviting and amazing and now (Y/n) was having another baby with him.

Why couldn't that be Jamie?

"I know you do, and I do love her, so much, I just... I don't know, we clash, I get mardy and jealous but I do love her."

"I know, now you know tomorrow is Tuesday so after school-"

"No, no please don't-"

"Sweetheart I don't have a choice. If it was up to me you wouldn't have to go but she is your mum."

Every two- sometimes three- weeks, Jamie and Alice had to see their mum for an hour after school. It was called contact, they would meet at a social services centre and spend an hour talking to her and acting like she was going to try and be in their lives, but she never did.

They didn't want to see her, she wasn't their mum in their eyes and Jamie knew (Y/n) didn't want much to do with Jasmine and they were sisters.

Jasmine had barely scraped seventeen when she gave birth to Jamie and she couldn't be a mother. She wasn't a natural and she didn't want to do it, leaving Jamie to be raised by her grandparents and (Y/n) and the amount of times she promised to take care of her and Alice and eventually, they went back to their grandparents house. Until (Y/n) stepped in and said they were living with her, that was the best day of their lives.

At least they didn't have to see their dad. There was a court order in place, Jamie was old enough to know that her dad couldn't contact her or Alice, under any circumstances.

That was one of the things she admired about (Y/n), her fierceness around Jamie's dad. She had punched him and kicked him to the kerb more times than Jamie could count and it made her aunt a hero when she was younger. Even now if he ever came around, Jamie knew (Y/n) would get him out of her life.

"I'm taking you to contact after school, then you me and Alice can go do anything you want. Just the three of us, I promise."

"Thank you,"

Henry leaned back against the wall to brace himself when Jamie suddenly threw herself onto him with her arms wrapping around his neck. He knew she could get jealous over attention and he knew it was natural. After all she had gone through, he and (Y/n) agreed Jamie and Alice needed time with them on their own. They had fought for attention and love all their lives, the couple vowed they wouldn't have to fight any longer.

Jamie lived for time alone with Henry, even if Alice would be coming along too. She could bear the hour of her mother's incessant pleas and nagging if she got time with Henry afterwards.

[hyunsvngs]

Ik this is weird but how skz would react/help with your period I’m on mine and I need comfort so here 😞

mine is due in a week and i'm pmsing like CRAZZYYY so i know what u mean. not weird at all periods are natural <3333

channie - god he'd be so sweet. spoiling you, sm sm choccies to make you feel better <3 kisses everywhere, just one big hand rubbing on your tummy. chan has a younger sister sooo he knows what it's like :(( cutie era fr. if he had to work he'd take you to the studio, making u sit on his lap while he carried on kissing ur cheek inbetween work and rubbing over ur tummy !!

minho - i'm imagining minho's normally indifferent persona SHATTERING when you're in pain. he doesn't understand your pain, how could he!! he's never had one lmfao. he tucks you up in bed with a hot water bottle tho, getting soongie, doongi and dori to come and cuddle u til u feel better <3 god and imagine them all loafing on ur hot water bottle LMFAO that's so cute

changbin - another baby who has a sister and knows the pain!!! i imagine binnie would be SO dramatic lmfao you're not lifting a FINGER for the whole time. he's bringing you breakfast in bed, wrapping u in a lil blanket burrito. he'd love if you let him run out to grab you chocolates, sweets and pads/tampons too, making sure you're fully pampered omg :(

hyunjin - dramatic. SO dramatic. you're getting everything. sheet masks together, painkillers whenever you need. probs takes a whole day off schedules so he can watch films with you!! just looking after u always, has an entire drawer full of period stuff for u too, hot water bottles, extra blankets, painkillers, pads&tampons!! just an allover cutie

jisung - im ngl he probs thinks ur dying. he's heard about periods and he's distraught. they HURT?? U BLEED? nah. he's terrified. treats you like you're dying, one cramp and he's asking if he needs to phone the hospital. ur like no jisung it's not that deep. he's still shitting himself tho. shows u cute baby seal documentaries on his phone and tries to distract you from the pain when u let him know its REALLY not that serious.

felix - he's probably the most knowledgable <3 if you want to be left alone to lay in bed, he's doing it. if you want cuddles, he's doing it. he knows periods can give you mood swings so he's completely ready for anything you throw at him!! and if he bakes you extra brownies to make you feel better, who's to know!! not so much of a pamperer as much of an understander, just knows what you need and is ready to be there<3

seungmin - OK sue me but.. he's giving period sex. like oh u know what'd help with cramps? spread ur legs. IDK SEUNGMINS JUST RLLLY GIVING THIS VIBE. other than that though, definitely kisses ur tummy and sues u if u tell the others that he was affectionate to u on main.

jeongin - oh god poor baby he'd probably be terrified too. but i think he'd be so so smug when you went to him for cuddles, complaining your tummy hurts. he'd be all "aww, my baby needs me!" like yeah, innie, stfu!! he'd be so smug that you want him when you're feeling so poopy and low and he'd love to comfort u but would still be doing that stupid fucking smile.

[firsttarotreader]

Ask for the cards, although i dont know if this is something appropriate to ask cards… but how much does he have to try to hide his darker side/mood swings/gloominess/grumpiness in daily life?

If this sounds weird, hear me out. I may be a bit cynical when it comes to people, but i truly believe no one is perfect (duh) and certainly no one is as nice as Pedro to everyone. Its just not possible, people are moody creatures, and cant like every single person at any given time. Life is too hectic. While to most fans this ‘everyone speaks so highly of him’ thing is ‘awww honey boo boo 🥹🥹’, to me is like 🤔 that much of a narcissist huh. Hes the same with everyone, and everyone is different so i dont see how that works. I reckon he doesnt do it for others, he does it for himself because he needs to be liked and all that jazz you know very well about. Thats why no one sticks around other than ‘friends/staff’ he keeps as a satellite because hes terrified to be alone (that says a lot about someone). It could literally be anyone who would be willing to go after him with not much commitment on his end. His standards on people are quite low imo. Now im not here to diagnose pedro’s issues for which the man needs therapy, and a lot of it, but yeah just wondering. Thank you and sorry if this is not appropriate for the cards.

Hello! I asked the cards your question and the first pull was the 7 of Coins, The Lovers and The Tower.

7 of Coins means it’s a lot about time and investment and a growing connection, with long term results. The Lovers represents harmonious friendships or partnerships, while The Tower points to things crumbling, falling apart, sudden and radical changes or shakeups. It looks like time is what makes a difference. When he invests in the friendship/relationship, you will see the great connection you can build, but you will also see whatever has to fall apart falling apart. The harmonious part is not fake, though.

The second pull was the Page of Wands, 2 of Cups and Ace of Swords. Page of Wands is the energetic, enthusiastic boy ready to start new things, to experiment the new. 2 of Cups followed by Ace of Swords makes me think that if you love that spontaneous and fiery energy you love it right because it’s all quite clear. He’s probably able to communicate and be honest and not let things in the shadows or unclear.

I did ask for a card to sum it up and it was the 4 of Swords. This card is about feeling exhausted, in need of resting and solitude in order to recharge or recover. This could mean that it all has to do with being close or taking time to develop the relationship.

He doesn’t seem to be hiding much of his “darker side”, but it will appear more as time goes by and as you spend time with him building something. He also might tend to distance himself from people in certain situations when he feels worn out, emotionally or physically. The distance makes a difference, and also how long this connection will be going on for.

[stillamassivedeal]

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ew, why am i on tumblr?

ooc under the cut !!!

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hey !!! im the admin for this account and i use she/they pronouns :D i feel more comfortable keeping my main blog private, so if you know it, you know it, please stop sending me asks about it, i will ignore them.

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her full name is regina olivia-rose george

she's 17, her birthday is july 24

she/her

she's a deeply closeted lesbian, absolutely terrified to come out, drowning in internalized homophobia. she's had a crush on janis since they were in middle school, and bullied and outed her because she was insecure and scared of herself. she dates boys to keep up appearances, and forces herself to enjoy it. if you bring it up, she'll shoot it down. she gets very worked up about it, drilling herself into a spiral so much she'll have a panic attack, but never in public, always in the privacy of her own bedroom.

she lives with her mom and eleven-year-old sister kylie. her mom and dad got a divorce when she was 12, and she doesn't see him anymore, she's practically forbidden to talk about him. she's got a pretty rocky relationship with her mother, but a really strong bond with her sister.

she suffers from chronic pain after the bus incident. most days she's fine but some days she physically cannot get out of bed. she refuses to take her medication because it makes her go “crazy” and she doesn't like to feel out of control.

adding onto the last point, crossing roads and driving etc. are really difficult things for her, and she usually needs someone to be there with her, but she'll never ask for it. she sometimes has panic attacks if she's in a car for an extended period of time, so she needs to travel with someone she knows.

since the accident, she also has frequent nightmares. they aren't as common as they used to be, after she got out of the hospital she would wake up screaming, but that rarely happens nowadays. they tend to happen when she's not in her own bed, so if she's on holiday or sleeping over at someone's house. she feels so embarrassed whenever it happens, because she physically cannot stop herself from crying.

she really struggles to regulate her emotions, and her mood swings are intense and frequent. she hates this, again because it makes her feel like she isn't in control of her own body, which has led her to do some things she regrets.

she puts up a front for others because she likes feeling cared about. she thinks that if people see the real her, they won't care. she's built herself up so high that she thinks if anyone sees her even slightly out of line, they'll turn on her. even after half the school saw her get hit by a bus, and her reputation was at an all-time low, she still felt as if she had to be tough to be cared about, which brings me to my next point.......

she's desperately trying to climb her school's social ladder again, and will literally do anything to get to the top, even if it means pushing herself to extremes. yeah she's. she's not a happy girl. ahahaha.

she'll get very jealous over the smallest things.

neurodivergent in some way, but she refuses to even acknowledge it. likely some kind of personality disorder.

she really struggles with body image and eating, more so than ever after the kälteen bar incident, and will avoid as much conversation about her body and food as possible. the pressure to be perfect has been placed on her from a young age, and that definitely plays a part in this. as usual, she will lie if you ask her if she's eaten or something along those lines.

she calls her mom ‘mommy’. she doesn't mean to but sometimes it just slips out.

she's secretly a theater kid. she used to be in shows when she was younger, but stopped because whoever heard of a popular girl doing theater? she used to want to be on broadway, but her dad told her to shut up, and that it was a dumb dream, so she dropped the idea pretty quick.

massive ariana grande fan. yes she has seen the wicked movie. yes she liked it. no she will not admit that.

she has interests believe it or not, she just hides them away because she doesn't want to seem “nerdy”. she's got a bunch of stuff in her closet to do with her interests and that's why she doesn't like people going in there.

more will be added as we go !!!

[my-castles-crumbling]

hi cas

idk if you can give me any advice about this or anything but I think I might be depressed. for context im a 14 year old girl and I have major anxiety surrounding school so I wasn't in for like half the year last school year and my attendance has been very rocky for the last few years.

im not very knowledgeable about depression but my dad has it and has had it for a large portion of his life.

lately ive just been so sad all the time, there are some moments where im having fun and enjoying myself and I feel happy but I feel like in general I just feel really low, especially when im alone.

I feel like im on the brink of tears all the time, basically anything will set me off. like today my sister ate the last bread roll and I cried.

I don't know if im overreacting and it's just teenage mood swings and hormones or if theres actually something wrong.

I think my mums putting me into short term therapy which makes me think shes noticed somethings wrong. Ive had therapy before but its always been provided by my school for my anxiety.

I just dont know what to think, I dont want to overreact but what if something actually is wrong

Hi! Honestly, if you feel like something is wrong then it's worth bringing up to your therapist. Whether it's depression or not, your life is being negatively affected by this, right? So it's okay to ask for help. I'm not a professional so I can't tell you if it is or isn't depression but no matter what, you deserve to enjoy your life. So I think it's a good idea to say something.

I'm sending you love and if you want to, keep me updated!

Naming you context anon

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I feel like one thing i dont really see ppl talk about w eds is the extreme mood swings. Maybe its just not common, but i noticed that when i starved and ate low cal things instead of eating normally, i would switch moods super fast and intense. Like, one moment im excited and happy, but dare one small thing go wrong, im a su1c1dal emotional reck. It drives me insane and contributes to my other mental problems. Like im so sick of immediately thinking that the only way to solve my problems is to end everything. I literally just got off suicide watch (my parents were watching my every move cuz i threatened to end things FOR REAL this time) and its not making healing possible. Im miserable and it ruins the joy in life. When i find some atleast ;(

[dollyboned]

i hate having mcas.

that's it. i said it.

it's so tiring. i can't run, or go for long walks, or just sweat a little. i don't have enough strength for staying up for more than 20min, i can't eat some spices that i totally adore, and my spoons are usually so low. sometimes i simply don't want to get out of bed because im so tired but i have to do so anyway, and usually it happens when i know i'll have p.e. classes. i don't think i completed the two classes since the start of the academic year (february) without stopping and sitting and breathing heavily and feeling so itchy because i can't exercise too much or my histamine levels go high as the sky and being covered by sweat is like wearing a full costume made out of histamine, that im *specially* allergic to.

i see people running and jumping and simply walking under the sun and i feel like im missing something because im so young yet so limited. i should be able to be just fine if the climate changes, or if there's something spicy in the food, or if i need to walk a little, or if i just need to walk by a slightly inclined street, but im totally not able to be "just fine" and move on. my dad gets worried everytime we come back from school and i almost faint because of the exercise, and even though i try to explain how i feel, i know he still thinks that maybe it'd be better if i just exercised a little more to build up strength — and he's not the devil because he can't understand it as we only discovered my histamine intolerance this year because of some medical exams i made when i was 4 and my pediatrist never properly explained. i was 4 and now im 15 — it's basically 11 years being exposed to something im deeply allergic to and never understanding why i'd never get better from dermatitis and why i was so weak.

i feel fragile. my parents know i hate being seen as fragile and breakable and weak yet i can't take any longer. im constantly itching, my mind is always kinda numb, im always tired, my periods always hurt, i have constant migraines, my mood swings are worsening and on top of everything comes the game changer: im also neurodivergent. there's always going to exist someone that have the energy to do everything, and that's not me. socially im basically incapable of approaching people i find cool, the amount of work i've got to do to simply exist like a normal person is unbearable and yet i have to be responsible, good, well mannered, pretty, smart, cool, cute, role model, the best. i never learned to fail. i was always the smartest, the joyful, the responsible, the "i wish your grades were like her's" — i feel so bad to everyone who felt so little next to me because i never wanted anyone to live under a shadow of a version of me that i can't even recognize or remember anymore.

the little me would've looked at me with fear on her eyes and asked if we are failing for being so weak and so tired we can't even really care about learning something. are we really failing? i'm just so tired. i could do better if i wasn't constantly battling in order to only navigate my days without this haunting exhaustion taking me over, or if my head didn't hurt that bad, or if my emotional regulation was a little bit more effective, or if the sounds weren't so loud and the light so bright and people so confusing. i could do better if i wasn't restraining myself from eating something i love because i don't want an allergic reaction, or if i could just stim around, or if i could run around under the sun and laugh about it after. maybe if i had some adjustments my life would get so better. i don't want to run with anyone to feel like im part of something; i just want to feel okay with every aspect of myself, and maybe feeling okay is sitting down everytime i feel tired and taking medicine everytime there's an allergic reaction going on, not reducing myself to grades and stop wearing a damn mask in order to be liked.

i hate having mcas, i hate how my scoliosis correction surgery is never taken seriously when it comes to "it's painfully tiring to carry titanium inside me everyday", and i hate how misunderstood i am. i get it now: im not lazy, im simply chronically exposing myself to a lot of things and now my body is totally overloaded. i've been deeply sick for the past weeks and it's caused mainly by the overwhelming sensation of getting up, getting tired, being misunderstood and having everything to do when i don't have that energy to expend. i want to sleep, watch things about my favorite anime, write a little about it, allow myself to really rest for the first time in my life, eat healthy things that aren't like an allergy bomb inside my organism and i really, really, really want to get to live again, being understood and taken seriously, not ever being called lazy or nothing else. i just want to control what happens to myself and stop feeling on the verge of tears everytime i have to do something that requires movements and focus.

little me would be so sad we lost control over our own body to an allergy that could've been minimized before it ruined our life.

[chefeader]

life update:

hi y'all,

honestly i haven't been posting because im so caught up in studying for the back to back mocks, i have 2 in a week, yesterdays mock i scored so less, way less than my expectation , and way less than what i worked for, i had 3 days and trust me despite putting my everything and feeling confident i got nothing ( the fruit of hardwork) despite having such bad period cramps and wanting to rest i went to extreme 12 hours of study, and its disappointing that it did not pay back atleast in the form of a good score but rather a very low score.

i cried yesterday after coming home, if people are able to score 500-600 above why am i not,honeslty the thought of suici*e came to my mind too, but im not a loser, i cant give up after wasting so much of my dads money and putting in sm effort, then had to restart studying for the next mock, it aint full syllabus, its just some chapters compiled, im going to focus more on question practice.

i want to reach out to this ex bestfriend of mine whom i hold as close in my heart and as my elder sis, but idk if she feels the same and the last convo we had she clearly didn't want me in her life, but i feel mixed reaction from her recently when we spoke through an anonymous platform. but reaching out to her can make someone close to me upset and angry with me. i think im just on my period mood swings and feeling lonely , having no one to believe in me and motivate and love me.

take care everyone, good luck to all neet aspirants, may we pass with flying colors and get selected ! <3

my senior advised that they purposely make such hard papers , neet is easier than this, if you're able to solve pyqs and past papers then you're good. also i saw a video where a girl was in the top 20 the whole year and she got 603 or less in real neet cus she stopped focusing on ncert and went to jee adv level q for neet, and a girl who used to get 400s went to 700 in real neet by focusing on ncert so anything can happen, a miracle or a bad thing too , so dont stop believing in god and yourself.

Thankyou for reading if you did.