#i think sometimes it’s worse realizing it’s not as okay of an anxiety day as you thought it was. lured into a false sense of security etc.

[revelboo]

Not an ask, a demand actually

Pause and like put each finger on the edge of your desk and press slowly to gently stretch your hands for a minute or two and just calibrate urself, joints are only a curse if you don't give them love💗 and you use your hands alot pumping out multiple of these wicked stories at crazy speeds every day🔥🤷 💗💗

Continue on as usual🙏💞

Y’all are too cute sometimes worrying and fussing. My joints are already garbage, though

Everything is Alright Pt 78

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Not a sound of argument from the Seeker, wings sagging as he looks at the little human in Megatron’s hand and then obeys. Going to patrol without a protest, even though he’s clearly furious. All do you don’t suffer for his disobedience and he wishes the Seeker had taken a pet so much sooner if he’d known the lengths he’d go to just to protect it. “You’re awful,” you say, pushing at his servos when he tries to pet you. Little shoulders hunching when he strokes the top of your soft head anyway. You’re so twisted around Starscream’s servos you don’t realize how treacherous his SIC is. Probably believing all his lies.

• “Is that so?” He asks, sounding amused as he rests a servo on top of your head. “You’re a gullible little thing aren’t you?” Know you shouldn’t, but you smack at his servo anyway. See those optics narrowing at you to send your heart racing. Because if he retaliates, you’re going to get hurt. He might not even mean to, but you’re so tiny compared to them. It’s a shock when he makes a low, rumbling noise that might be a chuckle and tips your chin up with a servo. “I wonder what he’s told you to instill such loyalty.”

• Turbines screaming loud enough his own frustrated swearing is lost to the wind. As long as Megatron finds his anxiety over you amusing, you’re safe even if it’s killing him to leave you in that mech’s hands. Wants nothing more than to go back to before. When it had just been him and you. Before Soundwave started taking an interest in you. Wishing he’d been brave enough then to just take you and run. To abandon the war, Megatron, all of it. But his ambitions and goals were too important. Looking back, though? He could have stayed mass displaced. Stayed with you and kept you safe. For the length of your ridiculously short life. And that’s even worse than thinking about you in Megatron’s ‘care.’ Remembering that what he wants is never going to matter. Even if he took you far away, could remain hidden from the Decepticons and Autobots, he’d be stuck watching you age and fade away. Losing you far too soon no matter what. Being left alone again like he always is.

• Hates listening in on Megatron’s thoughts, hates this small betrayal. But the warlord still has you and he needs to know you’re safe with him. And if not? He’s not sure what he’ll do. What he can do. To protect you, he’s not sure how far he’ll go. Shoulders easing when he finds only a tired amusement in Megatron’s processor, no malice. Wanting to believe that this is okay, that trusting you to Megatron was the right choice to protect you and to spare Starscream. Knowing that neither of you are going to be happy with him and that he’ll have to face that eventually. Make you and Starscream understand that it was for the best. That it wasn’t a betrayal, it was to ensure your safety.

• “He’s not told me anything. He cares. And using someone he cares about to hurt him is awful.” As soon as you say it, you regret it. Especially as Megatron does laugh at you. Like the idea of Starscream caring for anyone but Starscream is just ridiculous and that if you think he does care, you must be a fool. But he’s wrong. He hasn’t seen Starscream’s expression soften when he trails his servos over you late at night. Heard his raspy voice deepen when he gets lost in a memory. Hadn’t seen his pain when he’d tried to leave you behind because he thought it was best for you. None of that was a manipulation meant to convince you to care for him. It was real. Star’s never hurt you, never betrayed you. No, that was Soundwave and your heart hurts when you think about him. Haven’t had a chance alone with him to ask why he’d done it. Wanting there to be a reason behind it, but unsure if you can forgive him even if he explains himself.

• “Let me tell you a story, little pet,” he growls as you frown up at him. Because you don’t actually know the Seeker you’re so loyal to. He’s kept you in the dark to his conniving, his plots, and machinations. And he can think of no more fitting a punishment for his SIC than destroying your fragile trust in him. A small revenge for all the coups and failed assassination attempts. When he’s done, you won’t look to him for protection. You won’t reach for him or be able to tolerate his touch. Leaning back on his throne, he begins to speak.

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[slight-gaming-addict]

Can I request an Azul x gn! Reader, where the reader is stalked? (I’m sorry it’s my first time requesting something, I’m so bad at this)

~ someone seems to have grown an attachment to you ~

pairings: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader

warnings: stalking, anxiety, paranoia, concerned azul, scary/horror themes, heights, breaking in, i did not know how to end this

word count: 1.1k

a/n: this took me way too long to write i apologize but happy halloween anyways!

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ᴀғᴛᴇʀ ᴅᴀʀᴋ

It started when you were walking home from a friend's house. A new, unknown feeling crept over you, leaving you uneasy and nervous as you moved through the streets. Yet, glancing around, you didn’t notice anything unusual—people strolled on the sidewalks, carrying drinks or briefcases from their day. Everything seemed ordinary.

You shook your head and continued to your shared apartment, your feet instinctively picking up speed.

That was a week ago. Ever since, the same unsettling feeling rises in you whenever you leave the house. Sometimes it even hits you when you think you’re safe in your bedroom, causing shudders as you yank the curtains closed, sealing yourself from the outside world.

You try to convince yourself it’s just anxiety, making attempts to calm down, but you only manage an hour or so before the feeling creeps back in.

One morning, you’re standing at the kitchen sink with water running, staring out the window at an apparently empty street when Azul walks in. He pauses, seeing you blankly staring, the faucet still on in front of you.

“Are you okay?” Azul cautiously walks up behind you, trying to get your attention, but you don’t react, as if you don’t even notice him there. He’s noticed you’ve been off all week, tried to ask about it, but each time you brush him off with a half-hearted smile and a vague assurance that everything’s fine.

Azul steps closer and looks out the window himself, trying to see what’s holding your attention, but there’s nothing unusual outside. He reaches over to turn off the sink, and only then do you snap out of it, blinking as you realize someone’s there.

“Hey,” you say, glancing back out the window before turning to him. “Sorry, I’m just a bit out of it.” Azul gives you a concerned look.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, trying to gauge what’s bothering you, but you brush it off again and change the subject.

His worry deepens when you leave, claiming to pick up breakfast with a forced smile. He watches as you shut the door behind you.

The walk to the bakery is quick, and you grab pastries for both of you. But as you step outside, you freeze, noticing someone at the bus stop across the street, staring directly at you. You grip the bag tighter, telling yourself it’s just someone waiting for a bus, but the anxiety lingers.

Every few seconds, you glance over your shoulder, but everyone else is just going about their day. You finally relax when your apartment comes into view, sighing as you unlock the door. Just to be safe, you check out the window, only relaxing when you’re sure no one’s there.

You turn around and jump, startled to see Azul at the end of the hallway, looking at you questioningly. He’s noticed your heavy breathing and knows something is bothering you, even if you won’t admit it.

“Darling, what’s wrong?” He carefully takes the bag from your hands. You offer a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Nothing. Let’s eat. I’m starving.” Azul wants to press further, but you’re already heading to the kitchen, leaving him no choice but to follow.

Days pass, and it gets worse. You’re barely sleeping, and your anxiety’s at an all-time high, especially at night. You keep trying to hide it from Azul, not wanting him to worry, but he’s noticing. One day while you’re at work, he decides to make your favorite meal, hoping to ease your tension.

While shopping, he accidentally bumps into someone and apologizes before continuing. But just as he’s about to leave the aisle, he thinks he hears the stranger say your name. He turns, but they’re already gone. Shaking it off, he resumes shopping, assuming he misheard.

Finally, when you get home that night, you feel the most relaxed you’ve been in weeks, grateful for Azul’s thoughtfulness. But just as you’re finishing dinner, all the lights go out, plunging you both into darkness.

“What the—?” Azul mutters, getting up to check the breaker. He hands you a flashlight, but before you can ask to go with him, he’s gone. “Wait, Azul…” you call, but your voice shakes. Alone in the dark, you nervously sweep the flashlight beam across the room.

As you move the light, it lands on the window, where you notice it’s slightly open. A small breeze chills your skin. You can’t remember leaving it open and feel rooted in place, light fixated on the window as if expecting something to move.

Azul’s sudden return makes you jump. “It’s just me,” he assures, noting your distress. “Did you figure out the electricity?” you ask, but he shakes his head. “Everything looks fine, but nothing’s working.” You’re about to respond when a crash from the bedroom makes you both jump.

Azul starts toward the sound, but you grip his arm, stopping him. “We need to check,” he says gently. He leads you down the hallway, your fear rising as you hold onto him tightly. In your room, the window is smashed, and glass covers the floor. A brick with dark red letters reading “they’re mine” lies in the shards.

You’re too focused on the message to notice the figure lurking in the shadows until you hear a creak. Glancing over, you see a man stepping forward—the same one you saw across the street, and the one Azul bumped into at the store.

“Who are you?” Azul demands, pulling you close, his voice trembling. The man says nothing, his gaze fixed on you, a slow, unsettling smile creeping onto his face. You back up, crunching glass underfoot, but there’s nowhere to go with the man blocking the exit.

Azul’s eyes dart around, settling on the bedside lamp. He squeezes your hand and releases it, then swiftly grabs the lamp and hurls it at the intruder. Taking advantage of the distraction, he pulls you out onto the fire escape.

The man leans out the window, cursing as you make it to the emergency ladder. “Don’t look back, just keep going,” Azul whispers urgently. The man tries to reach for Azul but can’t.

Seeing the man disappear, Azul hurries you along the ledge. He realizes he’s likely heading down the stairs to intercept you, so he taps on a nearby apartment window, hoping for help. A young girl, initially hesitant, opens the window after seeing your terrified expressions, and you both climb through, locking it behind you.

Grateful, you explain everything, and she dials the police. You stay with her until they arrive, but despite your in depth descriptions to the police, the man is never identified or caught.

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buy me a coffee ♡

[official-darkforest]

What’s Jayfeather and Alderheart’s relationship like in your au? I always imagined Jayfeather choosing to tutor one of his siblings after Hollyleaf, Cinderheart, and Lionblaze kind of did and he realizes five days later he was mislead into thinking this would be fun but now he just has a little 13 year old on his hands. But I don’t know how well that translates to another time period

kinda! i think with how the timelines overlap a lot closer (to make sure that characters are within reasonable age differences between each other) alder and his sister were born earlier and are only just barely younger than ivy/dove, so jay/lion/holly’s childhood overlaps with alder/spark’s a little bit. i’d say with squirrel’s fertility issues (probably PCOS or some other unspecified reproductive disorder) they probably have a pretty significant age difference but not to the same degree as the books where jay was a grown ass adult (theres a 5 year difference between them in canon! that means he wouldve been like fucking 35 or so human yrs LMFAOO) by the time alder was born. maybe 10 yrs at the most. dandelion and juniper were born between that but unfortunately didnt survive long

as for their relationship, they were pretty okay. jay was probably fresh into college by the time alder got diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. squirrel/bramble probably pressed jay about it but he dismissed them because he was still a student at the time and nowhere near a professional yet. alder idolized jay a lot growing up because he “didn’t let his disability hold him back”. there qas a lot of inspiration porn type of thinking on alder’s end and honestly the rest of the family kinda perpetuated it as well so its not just him. its not intentional either but yknow. at a certain point (and a lot of long conversations and arguments between the two about it) alder stops idolizing him to such an unhealthy degree and doesn’t fall into the ‘if my disabled brother can do xyz then i have 0 excuses’ line of thinking as much as he used to. while alder isnt the biggest fan of jay trying to psychoanalyze him mid-argument, he takes his word into consideration anyways

jay likes to say he thinks alder is irritating (in the younger sibling kind of way) but honestly spark was worse than alder when she was a teenager. jay just interacted with alder more since he was quieter and less overstimulating, especially when in the Deepest Pits Of College Homework Hell. also hes bluffing he really does enjoy alder’s company. he’s hard on him because he wants the younger to succeed, evem if hes a bit mean about it sometimes.

alder eventually becomes a pharmacist instead of a psychologist, finding the work of the former much more attuned to his needs and his likes. he’s still helping people. by the 2010s-2020s, he’s even filled and compounded a few medications jay prescribed to his patients!

[haveateadude]

what did you give me to make my heart bleed out my chest?

summary *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ cait 'visits' vi on her emo era

warnings *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ not proofread!!! mentions of alcohol, being drunk, and fighting as a way of punishment?? i think that's it lol

author notes *. ⋆ ⋆·˚ sorry if this is out of character. i tried my best!! really enjoyed writing this one.

OH AND HUGEEEE CREDITS TO WHOEVER DID THE FANART OF CAITLYN MEETING WITH VI WHEN SHE WAS EMO😭😭 and i think caitlyn said something like "this is what you're up to?".

i can't find the fanart ANYWHERE. if someone has it, tag the account pleaseeeeeee🙏🙏 it's the whole reason i wrote this!!!

with that being said, i hope y'all enjoy :))

Her knuckles never hurt. 

As she’s curled up on her so very cold bed, around bottles of alcohol, she realizes her knuckles never hurt because she never really pays attention to them. Never has a reason to, either—she always focuses more on the rage than on the pain, too angry to focus on how her joints feel when she moves them. But lately they never stop hurting and, and her body never stops aching. Especially on that one spot; the one that was left bruised and bloody. The one where Caitlyn had hit her—the worst part is that she’s had worse. She was on fucking prison, for fuck's sake. 

Vi never liked showing weakness, but lately is all she knows, all she is. Weak. Her mind is plagued with it. Every time she’s alone with her thoughts, she just goes: weak weak weak weak weak weakweakweakweakweakweakweak—until she’s too drunk to think. Too drunk to stay steady on her feet that she has to lay down, and then falls asleep until she has a nightmare.

She lies on her back, her head heavy. Pain creeps up behind her eyes. She blinks. Lifts her hand and opens her palm, then closes it. It hurts. She ignores it and sits up, drinking up of the alcohol left in the bottle that she almost finished yesterday. She thanks God she didn’t, or else she doesn’t know what she would’ve done to wake up.

She sighs when someone knocks on her door.

Great, she thinks, sarcastically. Another fight. Right what I needed.

Okay, maybe not what she needs, but what she deserves. She deserves to hurt. To be thrown around like some kind of trash bag and punched until she's coughing up blood. And she fights back. She fights back because that's what the people like, the people who come to see her want her to win, and she wins and wins and wins. And she likes it. Some sick twisted part of her likes to win, to hear the praise, to know she's not letting people down but making them cheer.

Maybe another fight wasn’t what she needed. She wins, but at what cost? Her limbs are sore as fuck. But, still, today is a good day. Today is better than other days. Sometimes she wakes up with her chest burning in grief after a nightmare, and all she wants to do is fight. All she wants to do is put her fists to work. All of her anxiety and pain focused on anger. But she won the fight and people cheered for her more than they booed her. She’s at the bar, already a couple of drinks in. She didn’t have a nightmare today. Today is a good day.

Except, 

it isn’t. 

And she knows it.

Deep into her bones, she knows today wasn’t a good day. Or—well, she hasn’t had a good day for a long time, really. She can't catch a fucking break, can she? All her life has been followed by a tragedy on top of another tragedy on top of another and so on. Her parent's death, Vanders death, the little trip to prison, her sister turning Jinx, knowing what she thought was the love of her life hit her. And god, it hurts. This isn't the hurting that heals. This isn't a "good" type of hurting. This is the hurting that poisons, the one that makes you want to kneel on the floor and scream until you pass out. The one that makes you feel dizzy when you think about it. The one that makes you want to drink. The want that makes you think: stop. Stops stop stop. Because it hurts. And once you do, you won't stop hurting. 

Yeah. She probably should stop drinking. 

Who's there to stop her, anyway? Well—there was Loris. Until she got too angry one night and lashed out on him. And Vi? Fuck, she's good at making people angry. She was an older sister once, she knows a thing or two about choosing the right words to hurt people, to make them mad. To make them go quiet.

When she wakes up to a hand on her cheek, she thinks she's hallucinating.

It's not the first time. It's been happening a lot, the hallucinations. It's usually when she's drunk. It makes her feel crazy every time she catches a glimpse of Caitlyn, just looking at her with that look she though was love. What she thought was love, care, belonging. And every time it happens, she's reminded of all the things it wasn't. Was it even love, in the first place? Where the secret glances, soft touches, words spoken… nothing?

Vi blinks. Caitlyn is still there. She looks so… different. That's not her Caitlyn, Vi realizes. She looks hot, like always, but she has a weird look on her face that Vi has never seen. Is she confused? Sad? It looks very tender, though. It still has that touch of intimacy Caitlyn's eyes always reflected.

"I shouldn't be here," the Caitlyn speaks, standing up. Her hand leaves Vi's face, a sense of warmth leaving her cheek. Vi head is hurting. She blinks again. Shit. The hallucination is taking its time to leave. Vi mumbles something against her pillow. er mind still foggy with sleep. "Ambessa sent me on a mission, if she finds out I'm missing she'll kill me."

The Caitlyn brings a cloth near Vi's face, but she quickly pushes it away as she sits up. That's not her Caitlyn. That can't be. But she looks so different and real and Vi just pushed her hand away and Caitlyn looks surprised. It's not a hallucination, that she knows.

Vi's first reaction is to stare at her, just wide-eyed, lips slightly parted.

Caitlyn's shoulders slump as she reaches one more time to wipe Vi's face. There's a bucket next to the bed, and the white cloth she's holding looks clean. Vi has no idea where this all came from. She lets Caitlyn, who is avoiding her gaze, wipe her face.

"So, this is what you've been up to?" Caitlyn asks, dumping the cloth now black into the water, trying to clean it. "Getting yourself killed?"

"As if you're doing so much better," VI retorts.

Caitlyn reaches out to clean Vi's face again. Her hand drops to her side after. A beat. Then, "I'm done being angry."

Vi's quick to speak, "Well, I'm not."

"Of course you're not. I'm just letting you know. I don't—" Caitlyn stops talking. She takes a deep breath, still not meeting Vi's eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? For everything—"

"Sorry isn't going to cut it."

"Would you let me speak." She looks up, now eye to eye with her, finally. The cloth drops to the water. "Please, Vi."

"You don't need to apologize. What are you doing here, anyway?"

"I told you, Ambessa sent me."

"So you just follow her around and do what she says?"

"It's not like that."

"Then what is it?!" She raises her voice. "You're completely different, Caitlyn. I'm not going to treat you the same just because you came here to… what? Check up on me? I don't even know what you're doing here. I thought I'd never—"

I thought I'd never see you again.

The words hang unspoken on the air. Vi really though she was never going to see Caitlyn again, and now she's here. Caitlyn is here, and she's taking care of Vi for some reason.

"I'm not even mad at you," Vi continues. She has the painful urge to touch Caitlyn, touch her face, put her hands on her hips, kiss her. This so she can convince herself Caitlyn is here and she's real and she hasn't left. She's glad more than she's mad, and it's pissing her off. She sits closer to Caitlyn. She doesn't deserve apologies, doesn't deserve anything that's close to good.

When Vi gets close enough to Caitlyn, when she can feel her soft breath against her face—when she thinks that another chance is so close she can feel it against her fingertips, that there can be another chance to mend amends, Caitlyn twists the knife.

"Vi?" She says, softly.

"Yeah?"

"I'm seeing someone else."

Vi pulls away, breath slightly panted. She can't speak, there are no words left to say. She's completely, utterly alone. She's so stupid for thinking she wasn't. But, again, it's always been like this. She should've seen it coming.

Caitlyn stops looking at her once more.

"Who?" It is what she manages to speak.

"Maddie."

Vi looks away from Caitlyn. She doesn't know if she wants to cry or laugh. "You said Ambessa would kill you if she finds you here, you should leave."

"You're right." Caitlyn clears her throat, standing up.

And before Caitlyn walks away, Vi decides to say one last thing.

"She's not going to love you like I do."

"What?" Caitlyn turns around, eyes on Vi like she's hoping for something that won't come—doesn't exist.

"She's not going to love you like I did. But good luck out there, cupcake."

[daisynik7]

“How Do I Breathe” by Mario for Eren Yeager - Angst

How Do I Breathe

Pairing: Eren Jaeger x reader (gender-neutral)

Word Count: ~0.9k

cw: angst, mentions of anxiety, depression, and panic attacks, established relationship, hurt/comfort, modern day setting

Summary: Eren makes a big decision to move overseas to Marley for a new job, away from all his friends, his family, and worst of all, you. He realizes the hard way that this might have not been the best decision for him. 

Author’s Notes: Thanks for the request for the y2k karaoke party, anon! This song is sad, perfect for some Eren angst! I dug deep for this, pulling from some personal experience I had with my partner not too long ago. Hope you like it! Likes, reblogs, and/comments are always appreciated, thank you for reading!

Eren stares up the ceiling, lying in the bed of his tiny studio apartment. The faucet drips slowly; he must’ve not shut it off all the way, causing it to leak. Every now and again, police sirens blare past, fading in the distance to whatever routine crime is happening a couple blocks down. By two in the morning, college kids return from their late-night parties, slurring their words loudly in the hallway, slamming their doors shut without any care for their neighbors. It doesn’t matter though; regardless of the surrounding commotion, Eren can’t sleep. 

It takes him one month to realize the vast differences between Marley and Paradis. It’s one thing to read about it in books or magazines, it’s another to experience it personally. Here, everything moves in fast forward, constantly in motion, no time to stop and smell the roses. Sometimes, he doesn’t have time to think, always pressured to make a rash decision. Work is the same; people always on the go, hasty to make deadlines. It’s even worse because it’s dog-eat-dog, no sense of teamwork or community, everyone trying to compete with each other for that raise or promotion. 

Life on Paradis was simple. Small towns, tight knit communities, the type of place where everyone knows everyone and you were never alone. Eren spent nearly his entire childhood glamorizing the world beyond the sea. He stayed in Paradis throughout college and when a job opportunity came to relocate to Marley, he didn’t hesitate to take it. When he made that decision, you were nervous about doing long-distance. “It’s only an hour away by plane, two hours by boat!” he claimed, excited. How could you deny him of this? The dream he had since he was a little kid? So, despite your concerns about it, you agreed to stay together. 

Two months in, you start noticing changes in his demeanor. His voice on the phone becomes more docile. His face during video chats looks tired, dark circles under his eyes, gauntness in his cheeks, as if he hasn’t been sleeping well. No matter how hard you try to pry it out of him, he’ll never admit that he’s starting to feel depressed, desperate to cling onto this dream of his. A dream that has gradually turned into a nightmare. 

Four months in, unable to sleep, mind racing, he grabs his phone, dialing your number, praying that you answer. The air is thick, making it difficult to breath, throat tight and chest heavy. After three rings, you pick up, your voice concerned. “Eren? Are you okay?”

Tears stream down his face, breathing labored, barely able to talk. “No, I’m not,” he manages to say.

You sit up in your bed, fully awake now, giving him your full attention. “Sweetie, breathe, okay? Just breathe for me.”

He sniffles, choking on his spit, trying his best to calm down. His fingertips are tingling now, body cold and rigid, heart racing wildly. He’s convinced he’s about to die, here in this dinky apartment. Alone.

“Eren, breathe with me. Please. Listen to me and do it with me, okay?” You inhale deeply through your nose, exhale slowly out your mouth, loud enough for him to hear. It takes him a bit to collect himself, but when he does, he copies you, pausing only a few times to wipe his face on his blanket. 

“Good job, baby. You’re doing great,” you encourage him, listening to him carefully.                      

It continues like this for several minutes, until his breathing returns to a normal pace. Eventually, he murmurs, “I can’t do it anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“I don’t want to be here anymore. Away from family. My friends. You.” He swallows hard, sinking into pillows. “I’m miserable. It’s nothing like what I imagined.”

Your heart sinks, tempted to say whatever you can to bring him back, bring him home. But you don’t. Instead, you say, “Give it more time. You can make friends there.”

He snorts. “The people here don’t want friends. They want allies. People they can use. You know how much I hate that.”

You remain silent, listening to him, unsure what else to say. 

He continues, breathing normally now. “I thought this is what I wanted. To be free, to explore my horizons, all that cliché bullshit. I thought the other side of the sea would bring me joy. But here, I’m so lonely. I miss you so much.” He pauses for a beat, eventually adding, “This place sucks.”

You laugh at his crassness, tears welling in your eyes. “I miss you too, Eren. It’s lonely without you here. It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

He smiles into the phone, warmth returning to his body, wishing he was with you. Wishing he could hug you and kiss you and cuddle with you until he falls asleep peacefully in your arms. “I’m sorry for being a selfish idiot. I should have never left.”

“You’re not a selfish idiot,” you assure him. “It’s good that you tried it out. And who knows, maybe in another universe, you would have really loved Marley.”

He scoffs, rolling his eyes at the ridiculous idea. “I think in all possible universes, I would still hate Marley.”

You giggle, glad to hear him back to his normal self. 

Six months after his move to Marley, Eren returns home, safe and sound. 

[steddieas-shegoes]

For the requests: heard of hearing and/or partially blind Steve + his parents realizing. Maybe they come home & see how their house has changed to be more accessible for Steve? Or something like that.

HONESTLY THIS ONE HURTED. But as usual, you provide the quality shit!!!! Poor Steve, but also if it ain't hurt/comfort, then did I even write it? Everyone loves Steve. Except his parents. His parents suck. But everyone else? Angels. Hope you love it darling!!! - Mickala ❤️

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Concussions were a bitch.

Multiple concussions in a three year period were a bitch.

But the worst part was when he noticed he couldn’t hear out of his left ear. Robin had been talking to him at work on his left side, whispering about some customer that was walking down every single aisle as if they didn’t know what movies were out, and he didn’t even notice until she switched sides halfway through a sentence.

He pretended it was fine, that he’d heard her the whole time, but then she asked him a question he couldn’t answer. She walked to his left side and said something, and when he shook his head, she bit her lip, fighting back tears.

“It’s okay, Robs. I can still hear out of the other one,” Steve said to comfort her, but also to comfort himself.

If he lost it in one ear, he could lose it in the other, and then what?

She tried to convince him to get a hearing aid, but he didn’t think he needed one.

“Your parents sent you money for medical expenses, use it for this!”

But he couldn’t.

And then he started getting blurry vision in both eyes. The left was rapidly growing worse, and Dustin noticed.

“Dude, you’re squinting. Do you have a migraine? You could’ve had Eddie drive me.”

“Nah, just tired. Trying to focus.”

Part of that was true. The squinting helped him focus a little, but he knew he had to do something about it.

So he sat down with Robin and came up with a plan.

He hated every fucking second of it.

“You get a scan first, we need to know if this is gonna keep getting worse or what permanent damage is there. You get glasses-“

“I might not need-“

“You get glasses. Then you get fitted for a hearing aid.”

“Yes ma’am,” Steve rolled his eyes.

But looking back, he was grateful Robin made him do it.

The doctors had been amazed he was able to talk with the damage done.

“Will I lose my ability to talk?” He asked, realizing that not being able to hear, see, and talk was too much for him to deal with.

“I think we can work through some physical therapy type exercises to make sure that doesn’t happen. I’m glad you came in now and not a few years from now.”

Robin never said ‘I told you so,’ probably sensing that Steve wasn’t coping well with the news.

They told him he would most likely lose all hearing over the years, and his vision would progressively get worse, though it would most likely plateau and he wouldn’t lose it completely.

They said he needed to do vocal exercises every day, brain exercises as often as possible, and to come back the moment he recognized any change in his speech.

So he lived with the anxiety of not being able to communicate with anyone he loved every second of every day.

Dustin, Will, Mike, and Max had done research for weeks, finding things they could do to help him live in his house alone. Sure, they were there often, almost enough to be considered roommates, but that wouldn’t always be the case.

They would all grow up and leave.

Max had lost her own vision after Vecna, only able to see light and sometimes movement, but never any detail.

The day he got his glasses, she threatened him with murder if he didn’t wear them.

“The more you strain your eyes, the worse they’ll get. Wear the glasses. I’m sure you look just as cute as always.”

He didn’t have anything to say to that, but he didn’t want to piss Max off, so he wore them all day every day.

Dustin had found a way to wire the doorbell to the lights in the whole house, so if it rang, and somehow Steve couldn’t hear, he’d see the lights flash three times from any room he was in.

He’d done something similar with the walkie, so Steve would know if someone was trying to communicate with him.

Will figured out a light system for the phone, where it flashed with green while it rang and red if he missed a call that went to their voicemail.

It only worked if he was in the kitchen, living room, or his bedroom and paying attention, but the thought behind it made him want to cry.

He got debilitating migraines frequently, which left him bedbound, unable to even get up to use the bathroom on his own sometimes.

They figured out a signal for his walkie that he could push the button in a sort of Morse code to make sure someone knew he needed help.

If he couldn’t get to his walkie for some reason, Dustin programmed buttons on all the phones: *1 called Robin, *2 called Eddie, and *3 called Dustin.

All of his meds were moved to the drawer by his bed, with a reminder note in every room of his house, just in case he forgot.

Which was apparently another thing he had to worry about: his memory.

The doctors seemed to think he would be okay if he stayed active and healthy otherwise, and definitely needed to avoid another concussion, but they did say he could notice some issues as he got older.

Mike looked up what vitamins he needed to help boost his memory and vision, and increased his iron intake to hopefully stave off some of the migraines before they even started. He put the instructions with his medication reminders all over the house.

But what surprised him most was what happened when his parents came home early on a random Thursday morning.

He was dealing with a bit of a migraine hangover, the day before being a blur of calling for help, reaching for his meds, and Eddie arriving to make sure he stayed hydrated and made it to the bathroom as needed.

Eddie was still here, in fact.

So when he heard them banging around downstairs, his eyes flew open and he looked at a still sleeping, very shirtless Eddie next to him in his bed.

Nothing happened obviously. Eddie just ran hot.

But his parents had already been questioning him a lot about not having a girlfriend in a while and hanging out with “queers” like those two things alone could make him gay.

And if they saw Eddie like this, they would make assumptions.

Assumptions that would get him kicked out of the house that everyone just worked so hard to make accessible for him.

So he got up as quickly, but quietly as he could, ignoring the buzz in his ear where his hearing aid was loose from sleeping in it. He wasn’t technically supposed to, but he didn’t like anyone touching his head on migraine days so it stayed in.

Eddie didn’t budge, and he hoped he stayed that way while he tried to keep his parents busy.

Then the lights flashed and he heard the distant high pitched ring of the doorbell.

“What the hell?” His father asked as Steve ran down the stairs.

“Steven?” His mother asked as he flew past them and made it to the front door.

“Steve!” Dustin yelled excitedly as Steve glared at him.

“Dustin, not now.”

“Why? I saw Eddie’s van, so I figured-“

“Who is at the door, Steven?”

Steve closed his eyes and heard Dustin mumble ‘shit’, before he turned around to face his parents.

His glasses were dirty, but he could see that the looks on their faces were not impressed.

“Since when do you wear glasses?” His mom asked.

“Is that a hearing aid?” His dad added.

“Dustin, I’ll call you later.”

“Answer the questions.”

“I started wearing glasses and the hearing aid after a few concussions that caused a lot of damage.”

“What’s going on with the lights? Do they always flicker like that?”

Steve hadn’t really expected them to care much about him, but it still hurt a little how quickly they became concerned about the house instead of him.

“They’re a visual aid so if I’m not wearing my hearing aid or my hearing gets worse, I’ll know when the doorbell rings.”

“Is that really necessary?”

“Yeah, it is,” Eddie said from the stairs, luckily not shirtless.

“Who the hell are you?” Steve’s dad didn’t waste time with pleasantries, he never did unless someone had something to offer him.

“I’m Eddie. Steve’s friend.”

“His friend?” Steve’s mom was hesitant to be obvious about what she meant, but everyone could understand where she was going with the questioning.

“Yeah, or would you prefer if we were boyfriends?”

Steve couldn’t help the snort he let out.

Eddie wasn’t the type to hide himself away, but he wouldn’t purposely make Steve’s life harder.

“Is there a reason you’re here?”

“I was taking care of him yesterday. It got late so I stayed.”

“Take care of him?” His mother turned back towards him. “Are you sick?”

“I get migraines.”

“We all get migraines, Steven,” his father said as he crossed his arms.

“But we all don’t get the kind that leave us crying and throwing up for hours on end because we can’t even see straight, do we, Richard?” Eddie asked as he walked closer to them.

“I don’t know who you think you are-“

“I told you, I’m Eddie. And as far as I’m concerned, I, and quite a few other people in town, are quite good at taking care of Steve. Unlike his parents.”

“Steve’s a grown man-“

“Yeah, now. But where were you when he wasn’t and got the concussions that caused this?”

Steve could feel his head pulsing, and he knew his migraine would be back at full force if he didn’t rest.

He took his hearing aid out for a bit of relief, the volume of his father and Eddie arguing going down considerably.

He massaged his neck the best he could, knowing that the release of some tension would at least keep the pain at bay until this could be over.

Then, he saw the phone start flashing green.

“What is going on with the phone?”

His mother directed the question at him, but Eddie stopped berating his father long enough to answer her.

“It’s so Steve knows it’s ringing if he happens to have his hearing aid out like he does now. In case no one is here with him and someone needs to reach him.”

“That explains not answering our calls.”

“I think that could just be that you don’t call at all.”

Eddie moved closer to Steve.

“Go upstairs, Stevie,” he said quietly into his right ear. “I can handle them.”

Steve was too tired, too frustrated, too borderline on a migraine to fight.

He walked upstairs, ignoring his father’s protests, his mother’s pleas, and Eddie standing in front of them both raising his voice to be heard.

Everything felt blurry as he removed his glasses and rubbed at his eyes when he made it up the stairs.

His room was dark still, the blackout curtains still drawn closed, lights off, like Eddie had suspected it might be a bad day again.

His pills were on the table, a cup of water next to them. He set his glasses down and took them, trusting that Eddie followed the instructions perfectly.

He always did.

He always took such good care of him.

He came at the drop of a hat, even if Robin was already here. He brought Steve’s favorite soda, insisted it helped with migraines even though it probably didn’t. He massaged the spot on Steve’s neck that always held the most tension, pulled him close until he fell asleep on the couch or in the bed, always on his chest.

He’d been learning and teaching everyone sign language too.

Steve had started learning immediately, and so did Robin, but Eddie had insisted on it too, and started teaching the kids. He’d been showing Max one sign at a time, putting her fingers and hands into the movement so she knew how to do it.

And Steve didn’t think he could love Eddie more.

But he figured if Eddie was interested in him, he would have made a move already.

He could very distantly hear Eddie’s voice saying something, but he wasn’t sure what. With his hearing aid out, he usually couldn’t hear anything downstairs from his room.

He closed his eyes, settling under the blankets so he could try to do what Eddie wanted him to.

He drifted in and out, tired, but not quite enough to fall asleep all the way.

At some point, Eddie had made it back to the room and got in bed, his hand running through Steve’s hair gently.

“Eds?”

“It’s alright, Stevie. Your parents are gone. They won’t be back again for a while.”

“Mkay.”

He let himself drift again, safe with Eddie there.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

Could I have a main skellys + horrorfell react to a SO who is clumsy as hell?? Like its not a day without hearing a crash a few rooms over that after a second a yelling of "IM OKAY!"

Undertale Sans - He got scared the first few times, but after a while he's not even reacting lol. He's still waiting for the "I'm okay" to resume what he's doing though. It's fine. He's used to it.

Undertale Papyrus - He throws everything he's holding in his hands away to run to your rescue. Every time. He's relieved you're mostly not really hurt, but he will still scold you for not being careful enough.

Underswap Sans - He has a sixth sense now and somehow manages to catch you one time out of two before you fall. He's quite proud of his new superpower honestly. And ok, maybe he tried to make you trip once or twice to test if it's real but you don't need to know that.

Underswap Papyrus - He knows this struggle. He can't do anything to help you. He tried. But all he can do is run to you, trip on your body, and then fall on your back because his legs are too long and he can't control them properly. It's like a family curse now, all their kids will be clumsy as well. You created monsters.

Underfell Sans - He will scream an insult from somewhere in the house. Please stop doing that, you're giving him anxiety! He's tired of running in panic to see if you're not dead. Be careful! His soul can't take it anymore!

Underfell Papyrus - After the first few times where he panicked thinking you were getting murdered, Edge barely reacts anymore. He just sighs from wherever he is and stares at you until you stand back up.

Horrortale Sans - It's making him so anxious. Every time you fall, he's running and jumping in front of you, growling at the emptiness to protect you from whatever attacked you. He will attack the stairs, the pans, the water on the floor for revenge. Sometimes it gets a little silly, especially when he rolls on the floor to "kill" the water. He keeps forgetting you're clumsy, his instincts are talking for him.

Horrortale Papyrus - He screams every time he sees you fall, which scares you and makes you fall faster. He swears he tries to control it, but he can't help it. He's dramatic and it's scaring him. He's so going to lecture you about how to properly use your legs though.

Horrorfell Sans - He keeps trying to catch you before realizing... He has no arm... And falling with you because he did the gesture anyway and couldn't stop himself lol. He's usually grumpy all day after that and mumbling to himself, so mad.

Horrorfell Papyrus - You accidentally fell on him quite a few times, so now Chief rolls his wheelchair a few steps back and simply watches you fall flat on the floor with an unimpressed look. He can sometimes poke you with his wheelchair when you take too much time to stand up, just to make sure you're not dead or something.

Swapfell Sans - Most of the time, he catches you with his magic, but sometimes he gets annoyed and aggressively grabs your soul to yeet you in the couch so you stop hurting yourself already.

Swapfell Papyrus - He points you and does the "HA HA" sound from Nelson in the Simpsons. Yeah, if you're looking for any help from him, it's not going to happen. He thinks you're hilarious though and will make compilations of your falls on Youtube.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He gives you THE stare. The one that means "how the hell could humans survive this long when you're clearly all brain dead" kind of stare. You can feel him judging you deep in your soul. He won't move to help you though lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He runs to save you but somehow, he always makes things so much worse than what it need to be. Like that time you managed to stand up and he came running, tackled you and you both fell from the window... Thanks Coffee.

[untitlednerd]

"See? I told you chocolate helps everything."

Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Summary - Whenever things become a bit too overwhelming in life, you know Remus will always be by your side.

Warnings - subtle mentions of potential/past SH, but nothing specific, as I wanted to leave it up to interpretation, as it could be imagined without it as well. Other than that, just overthinking, anxiety, sadness, and Remus being the best boyfriend ever.

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Everything was okay.

Well, at least you thought It was. But your mind always had to change and ruin everything. And then what was once peace and quiet, turned into chaos and noise.

Sometimes it felt like a war was happening inside your head. It was constant, no matter how good or bad things were. If you were happy and calm, then it was as if those in the war took time to dispose of their dead, and regroup for another day. But when it was bad, it was like a bloodbath. Brutal and seemingly neverending.

To be honest, you never meant to let it get this far again. Remus had made you promise to talk to him whenever you even started to have one little bad thought, but with classes, and friends, and life, you forgot to take care of yourself.

The schoolwork was part of the reason your anxiety got worse. It was always there, festering in the back of your mind, and only bring brought to the service when it was set off, like a candle turning into a blazing fire. First school stress, and then people stress. If you were too worried about school, then how could you make sure everyone else was okay? And if you couldn't make sure that they were okay, then would they still even like you? Maybe your slight absence would make them finally realize that you're not enough, and then they'd drop you. Maybe Remus would finally realize that you're a horrible person, and a bad girlfriend, and eventually dump you.

"Stop." You heard his voice inside your head, forcing yourself to take a deep breath. Why were you like this? One little thought, or feeling, could set you off and change the course of your whole day. The class anxiety changing forms into friend anxiety, then to insecurities and not feeling like enough. Now that you felt less than enough, you didn't want to do anything at all. What was the point in trying in school or trying with your friends? If you'd never amount to anything for anyone, then why try at all? Maybe you were just destined to rot in your bed, like you were doing right now.

You laid on your side, pinching your forearm slightly, as if trying to force yourself to feel something. Although, it's not as if you didn't think about doing anything else. Things you've done before. But you couldn't. Physically? Yes, of course you could. But Remus. Sweet Remus. When he found out before, he looked so broken, and you promised to go to him if you ever felt that way again. Thankfully, you had enough willpower to do so, considering you had sent him a note via owl that morning after deciding to not attend your classes for the day, to which he informed you that he'd visit right after the school day was over. Was that technically the same as going to him? Yes, and no. Considering the fact that you hadn't even left the room, you considered it a victory that you left your bed to write the note in the first place.

If you told him it was urgent, he would have shown up sooner, but he was a good student, and you didn't want him to worry. You just told him you wanted some company, and that you had been feeling a little down lately.

Hours later, when classes were over, you were spaced out, not able to tell if you were awake or asleep when the door to your dorm finally opened, and you felt a weight dip into the bed behind you.

After feeling a soft kiss on your cheek, you then felt a hand, his hand, grab yours, kissing the back of it, and then kissing the part of your arm that you had been pinching earlier, as small red marks now adorned it.

"Hi," you whispered, bringing his hand to your mouth next, and returning his gesture by kissing it, and then intertwining your fingers with his as you turned over to face him.

"Hi, lovely girl." He replied softly, his smile just as gentle when his face came into view, and he was happy that you were now facing him. His eyes searched yours, as if putting the puzzle pieces of the recent moments of your life together, even if he hadn't been there every second of the time it started to get bad again. "Hug?"

He always asked for a hug before giving you one whenever you were overwhelmed like this, as sometimes physical touch could be hard to emotionally process when already feeling overstimulated and overwhelmed from your emotions. So, never wanting to push you, he always asked for things like that. Small touches, like kisses and holding hands, were something that you didn't mind him doing without asking. If you didn't want the contact, then you would have already pulled away.

After thinking for a moment, and taking a breath, telling yourself you were about to be hugged, and that you deserved the comfort, you nodded. He shifted closer to you, wrapping his arms around you and rubbing your back soothingly.

"Wanna talk about it, or do you just want to stay like this?" He asked, wanting to give you time to collect your thoughts, or even to give as little or as much information as you were able to manage at this time.

"Both," you sighed, burying your face in his chest, although realizing you'd now have to talk a bit louder for him to be able to hear you. "I've just been overthinking. Again. It feels like a routine now. First classes, then stressing, then I'm not doing enough, then everything becomes too much and I can't even get out of bed. Which is stupid, considering nothing even happened other than me letting myself freak out."

Remus stayed quiet, letting you speak until you were finished, taking your head away from its hiding place in his chest so that he could place a kiss on your forehead. "It's not stupid at all."

"It's not?" You asked, brows furrowing slightly.

"No, love. It isn't stupid, and you aren't stupid. Everyone, like a cup being filled with a beverage, has a limit. I realize this is a random analogy, but I'm trying to think quickly here," he chuckled. "What I'm trying to say is that everyone has a certain amount of things they can handle before they need a break. And it's not saying that others can handle things better than you, nor is it that they can handle things in a worse manner. Everyone is different."

"But why does it feel like I got the weaker side of it all? I barely lasted in a few days of stress before it all came tumbling down–" He cut off your rant with another kiss to your hand.

"Nothing about you is weak, or wrong, or messed up. You've gone awhile without having any moments like this whatsoever, and for that I am so proud of you. But with feeling better, there's also the possibility of knowing things can get hard again, but knowing how to manage it better if it ever does. And you did." You didn't believe him, but he continued to speak before you could voice your doubts, or even continue thinking about them.

"You reached out to me. You may not have ran straight to my dorm, but you reached out. You asked for me to be here, and if you didn't want to be talking about this, then I would have laid here with you until you were ready, or until you wanted to go be social again." He sat up, gently pulling you to sit up with him, cupping your face between his hands. "Nothing is wrong with you. You are beautiful, in every way possible. The way you love, the way you laugh, the way you make others feel. You draw others to you in such a positive way, and that's what matters. That's what's real. Not your thoughts, not what is telling you that you're not enough." If you weren't tearing up earlier, then you definitely were now.

"Everyone gets stressed about classwork. I have been plenty of times, and you've adapted to my abruptly changed schedules whenever I've wanted to take more time to study, or to finish homework before hanging out with you, so that I could have my full attention on you. I can promise you, that no one thought any differently of you. No one is better without you, and no one would be happier without you. And if you are struggling with school, you can always ask me or any one of our friends for help. If you are struggling at all, you can always come to us, love. We love you, and we want you to know that you are loved."

He moved his thumbs, gently wiping your tears away before reaching down into his bag, and pulling out a chocolate bar. After breathing a few pieces off, he held them up to you. You took them with a small smile, and a sniffle, nibbling on the pieces.

"See? I told you chocolate helps everything," he said as he put the chocolate away, although you knew that if you wanted more, he'd give you all the chocolate he had.

You quickly moved forward, hugging him tightly. In moments like these, it was hard to convey how you felt in words to him, especially when he expressed himself with his own words so beautifully. All you could do is hold him tightly, and tell him what you did know was true.

"I love you, Rem."

"I love you, too, sweet girl."

[couldtransitionsaveher]

EMIL SINCLAIR from LIMBUS COMPANY

JUSTIFICATION:

"The unhatched egg metaphors. The constant anxiety and insecurity. The Zwei ID art where she looks like a gay librarian. The scene in Hell's Chicken where Ryoshu's team is all women oh and Sinclair too. The cute little Faelantern dress... it is my belief that Sinclair will only reach full self-actualization once she realizes she's a girl. This goes for the Sinclair from Demian (1919) too but I don't know as much about that one." - Anonymous

"okay. where the hell do I start.

Sinclair (Limbus Company) is based directly off of Sinclair (Demian - this will come up in a minute), and is a largely withdrawn, melancholic "boy" whose associated imagery is an egg and breaking out of a shell (again - more in a minute), and characters comment sometimes that she seems like she has an inner turmoil/darkness to her. a couple of her outfits just straight up look like mid-transition fits. her appearance in the album art for the song used in her chapter (itself based on the painting described below) is one of the most #girl things imaginable Sinclair from the source text (Demian)

1. struggles with her parents' expectations for her, and her increasing betrayal of those expectations (leading to such lines as "-at times I didn't want the Prodigal Son to repent and be found again. But one didn't dare think this, much less say it out loud.")

2. becomes friends with Demian who, aside from representing a more nuanced take on the black/white logic of point 1, Sinclair regularly remarks how cool it is that Demian's face is kinda feminine

3. begins to view herself as destined to live between two worlds, the light and the dark, human and inhuman, and, interestingly, "man and woman in one flesh". for all this is treated as a fear it's also explicitly stated to be something she desires

4. stops and thinks one day in college "perhaps I am not like other men?"

5. sees some random pretty girl one day and decides the concept of that pretty girl must be the path to return to the world of light/salvation. she learns to paint just to paint this girl and doesn't get it perfectly accurate but is pleased nonetheless. she becomes obsessed with this painting and stares at it while falling asleep before eventually realizes that the painting actually resembles herself, not as she feels she is but "-what determined [her] life, it was [her] inner self, [her] fate ... what the woman [she] would love would look like if ever [she] were to love one. That's what [her] life and death would be like..." - she eventually burns the painting and eats the ashes, y'know normal "girl who hasn't realized it yet" behavior

6. throughout the entire book she has visions relating to and is tied to imagery of eggs and birds escaping their shells to take flight" - Anonymous

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[soh1ghschool]

"I know I'll never get it, theres not a day that i wont try"

✧ sorry for the wait on a new fic, i have requests i just havent been up for it. this story is a recycle of an old one i have written for a different person who i dont support anymore. i just changed it up and made it as matt as possible. i hope you enjoy! xx

cw: reader having anxiety, dissociation, super fluffy matt trying to help, fidgeting

wc: 633

✧ last but not least, the title is a lyric from soon you'll get better by taylor swift! (whole song isnt very fitting but i thought the lyric was)

“Hey babe, you alright?” Matt said, looking at his girlfriend who was fidgeting with the remote. Seeing the person he loved often having these little quirks to calm their nerves wasn't bizarre. You do most things like twiddle your thumbs, turn up the TV to a specific volume, and the way you would count when it was just too much for you to handle. Although he picked up on these things, he never realized how to fix it.

You finally perk your head up. “Yes Matty, I’m alright.” You said to the man looking over at you with such worry. You knew he was worried, and you were sure he knew what was wrong.

“Okay, just making sure.” He said before turning to the TV, seeing the volume rise to the number you always chose when you were anxious. It was your favourite number, there wasn’t any way he could’ve missed it. “How about we head to bed, baby. Would that be alright with you?” He asked you so sweetly. He knew that if it was too late you’d start dissociating due to the tiredness slowly taking over your body.

“Sure.” Tiredness slightly showed in your voice when you spoke to him. No seconds were wasted before Matt wrapped his arms around you, carefully picking you up. Soon he made it to your shared bedroom and laid you down, not long after he joined you in bed. Each of you said your goodnights and I love yous before slowly drifting off to sleep.

Matt had gotten up fairly early, he had something to do with his brothers today. He kissed you on your forehead before leaving. He hoped you would text him when you woke up. He spent almost all day with his brothers, not once receiving a text from you. This worried him a bit, so he decided to go home as soon as he finished. He walked into the house and made his way to your bedroom. He saw you there on the bed, still sleeping so peacefully. He didn’t want to disrupt, but he knew he had to.

“Hey honey, you need to get up. It’s almost 2 pm.” He said, lightly shaking your sleeping figure. You hummed slightly, still quite tired. He never realized why you slept so late until he realized why you didn’t sleep at all.

It was a week before he had to go on tour. You dreaded this time because you knew he would be gone for at least a month, sometimes even more. This time made your anxiety worse, you would dissociate even more than before. This meant sleeping less than usual. Matt soon noticed how little you were sleeping and how all the fidgeting got a bit worse. He didn’t wanna leave anymore. He knew if he told you, you would think it was about you and it was your fault.

Even though he wanted to cancel his appearance at the tour, he knew he couldn’t. His fans would be upset, his brothers would be upset, and you would’ve been upset because it would be your fault he cancelled his appearance. He knew you saw how excited he was for this tour. He tried the whole week to try and break you of these habits. He failed to realize it would take more than just a few days.

He insisted you went with him to the airport to see him before he left. He would hope that it would just calm your nerves for a bit. After lots of goodbyes and I love yous, he boarded his plane. He was terrified for how you would be. He made sure to check on you every chance he got, even if that meant staying up at ungodly times of the night to talk to you, or telling some of his friends to go in and watch you.

[dragon-queen21]

Just wanted to say I read your angst Tengen regressor fic and holy smokes it’s so canon!! Do you have more hcs that go along with it?

Vent Regressor Tengen + cg Hashira's

Ahh, thank you! Best compliment ever <3 Also thank you for the excuse to simply ramble about Tengen, take some angst and fluff Now I really want to write a part two to that fic

Tw: separation anxiety, implied child abuse/abandonment, just general angst

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~First of all Tengen being so emotionally attached to his wives (yes I know that’s kind of obvious, they’re married and all) but I mean in the sense of, he’s distraught for days if he doesn’t get to say a ‘proper’ goodbye to them before a mission. At worse he’s depressed and moody and hating himself. Once to the point that the other pillar he was teamed up with made them turn around just so he could properly say goodbye to them when they weren’t too far out

~Honestly, they’re all very dependent of one another just given how they grew up. Tengen was sick at the idea of first becoming a husband and having kids seeing how his father treated his mother and siblings. He’s a mess if he thinks he did anything wrong, and I think that also pools into him bragging about being the best husband ever to try and convince himself (much to the annoyance of everyone else around him)

~The loves of his life and the only reason he’s still going

~Sometimes just copes by taking care of Zenitsu or the Kamado siblings. Because you can’t exactly be sad if you have someone who needs you, and the excuse that you don’t deserve to take care of yourself doesn’t extend to the innocent kiddo(s) who’s spending the day with you.

~When his wives are gone no one hears from Tengen, and it’s become a thing amongst the other Hashira to go and check in on Tengen. To drag him out of his own depression whenever they’re aware that he’s alone

~Usually this falls on Rengoku and Mitsuri. One because, well it’s Rengoku, the man spends just as much time at the sound estate as he does his own house. Mitsuri because she hates seeing anyone sad, and probably picked up on the habit from Rengoku

~Sometime master Kagaya will call Tengen in for a ‘important discussion’ <- literally just him listening to his son talk about his problems and ramble about his wives (Yes I am aware of the non existent age difference between Tengen and Kagaya, I am ignoring that okay, he can be Tengen’s parental figure if I want him to be /lh)

~Sanemi who’s just like, ‘shit, what do I even do… ugh, you want to spar or something?’ <- he’s trying, not his fault that Tengen is like five mentally. They go and play board games once Sanemi realizes Tengen is in no position to fight both physically and emotionally. Despite originally thinking he would go easy on the kid he still loses horrendously.

~Shinobu helps clean around his house, deals with a whining toddler who keeps complaining about a headache.

Shinobu: “Tengen you don’t need medicine. Your headache is from you literally having had nothing to eat all day.” Tengen: “M no, think I’m dying.” Shinobu: “You are definitely not.”

~Very used to co-sleeping so trying to get any rest in a huge empty bed is just not happening. Trying to get Tengen to sleep turns into the pillars having a sleepover. The only reason he's not feeling bad is because some of the other pillars are regressed as well. The regressor finally ending up falling asleep cuddled against at least two members of his found family with a movie playing the background

[maximoffsbaby]

| DON’T PUSH ME AWAY |

wanda maximoff x f!reader

1.3K words

warnings: heavy topics mentioned, self harm / cuts and burns, depression, alcohol addiction

Summary: Sometimes running away just brings more pain not only to yourself but also to your girlfriend.

Hi everyone! So this is my first time writing something on here. I’m not a writer but i’d love to try and write short stories with wanda! Also, english isn’t my native language, sorry in advance for the mistakes!

Loud bangs on your door pulled you out of your trance. You didn’t move, even when you heard her voice. You loved her so much and you hated yourself for it. You didn’t deserve her and she definitely didn’t deserve you. She deserved so much better, someone who wasn’t broken.

The banging hasn’t stopped. Anger was starting to find its place washing away the annoyance of the whole situation.

‘Y/N open up now, i know you’re in here!’

It took everything you had not to snap at your girlfriend. She was slowly pushing your buttons and you didn’t know how long you’d last before snapping.

‘I’m coming in!’

You froze. Your brain stopped working for a few seconds before the sound of her keys jinglind brought you back to reality. She couldn’t see you like this. No, that’s why you disappeared. You’re supposed to be strong, supposed to be this though person than nothing can hurt. What would she be thinking if she was to know?

That’s when the door opened and you realized everything was about to end. She would either break up or you would do it.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes landed on yours. She took in your appearance and her heart broke. She’d never seen you like this. Blood shot and puffy eyes. Tears stains on your cheeks and clothes, clothes that looked like they’d been worn for days. Greasy and messed up hair. But what shocked her the most was how fragile you looked, like you would literally break at any moment.

Tissues were scattered everywhere. As she was taking in the state of your apartment, the smell hit her. Cigarettes and alcohol. Ashes could be spotted on the ground and the amount of dead bottles were concerning.

‘Y/N I-‘

‘You have to leave’ you cut her off.

‘Y/N, baby no. What’s going on? You know you can tell me anything sweetheart.’

‘Please Wands, you have to leave’

Tears started to make their way back to your eyes again. Not 20 minutes ago you thought you’d run out of tears. If only. Why did she have to come here?

Wanda started to make her way toward yourself.

‘I’m not leaving you, not until you talk to me’

‘I’m fine, please just go. I’ll text you tomorrow.’

‘No Y/N, you’re clearly not fine. Don’t lie to me. Last time we saw each other you seemed off by the end of the night. You stopped showing up, how long has it been since we last saw each other? And you’ve stopped replying to my texts. Honey, please tell me what’s wrong. I hate seeing you like this.’

‘Wands I-‘

That’s when you broke down. Her arms rapidly wrapped themselves around your body as you hugged her closer. She held you tightly and made the both of you sit down. She patiently waited for you to calm down.

‘I’m okay really. It looks worse than it actually is.’

‘Y/N I- What is it that you’re afraid of?’ We talk about anything and everything all the time. What’s stopping you from opening up to me now? You know i won’t judge you. I love you.’

You couldn’t look at her. You were so embarrassed. Deep inside, you know she loves you and would never hurt you, judge or make fun of you. But there’s this part of you that just thinks the opposite.

Wanda squeezed your hands and made you look at her.

‘I’m worried about you.’

You looked away and withdrew your hands from hers. After a moment of silence, you took a deep breath and decided to tell her everything.

‘It all started years ago. I was experiencing pretty bad anxiety and panic attacks for the first time and I didn’t know how to deal with them. It was ruining my life, I was really struggling. But as if that wasn’t enough, i also got depressed. It was bad, i didn’t know what was happening. I had never felt that way before. It was overwhelming. I was drowning in sadness and pain and didn’t know how to make it stop. Soon enough, i started to self harm.’

You took a look at Wanda, to make sure that this wasn’t too much for her. You almost hit the wall next to you as the pained expression across her face and the light tears that formed in her eyes broke your heart to pieces. She nodded her head softly, indicating you to continue.

‘I would cut myself and everything would quiet down as i was taking it out on my body. Eventually, i realized this wasn’t going to change anything so i stopped. I got better with time, to the point i think i just fooled myself for months before it all came crashing down. I somehow managed to survive it. But this time I got better not because i was fooling myself but because i needed time. And it took a while but i got out of it. The thing is no matter what i do or feel, at the end of the day i’m still a depressed person. I can smile, laugh and feel good and enjoy things but i’m still depressed.’

Wanda tried to take your hands but you just moved them away. You wanted to get everything out first. You didn’t see the look of hurt that flashed across her face. She wanted to touch you, to comfort you in any way possible but Wanda understood and respected your choice.

‘It got bad again a few days ago and i didn’t want you to know that part of myself so i thought that disappearing was the best option.’

Then you stopped. You turned your head to meet her gaze. She got closer and put her forehead against yours as a way of comforting you while her hands made their way back to yours. You let it happen. After a moment you moved away but let her hold your hands.

‘And just so you know everything, i burnt myself a few months ago. I stopped after the second time and hated myself for doing it because it doesn’t change anything and i’m just left struggling to hide the burns. I also got a drinking problem, I’m not an alcoholic but i don’t have a good relationship with it either.’

You were thankful she did not cut you off once. Nor did she said a word while you were silent avout how she also had her own demons to fight. At this moment you wanted to be listened and she did.

‘Thank you for opening up to me, I know it wasn’t easy for you. And i’m sorry that you feel this way. You’re a wonderful person Y/N with an amazing personality. It’s not because you’re always the funny and not scared of anything kind of person than you talking to me is making you weak. I know this is what you think. You’re not, you’re my wonderful girlfriend that I love so much and who I’d be lost without. Please next time it happens, don’t push me away. I want to be there for you, you don’t have to go through this alone.’

‘Can you hug me?’

‘My baby, come here.’ She said as she pulled you into her arms. You had missed her so much. You were so scared she’d leave you if she was to know. But no, what you didn’t know yet is that you opening up to her about such sensitive and heavy private topics brought you both closer.

What you also didn’t know yet is that Wanda would always be by your side. You were the love her life and she’d offer you the moon if she could.

‘Now let’s get you cleaned up so we can go back to my place. We’ll take care of here another time.’ Your girlfriend said as she kissed your forehead.

A silent promise that you and her would always face anything no matter how hard it was going to be.

[illyrianbrat]

Betrayed (Damian Priest/TJD imagine)

Summary: Adding a new member to the group isn't a bad idea if the person is trustworthy but what if that person wants to ruin everything?

Pairing: Damian Priest x female!reader, platonic TJD x female!reader

Warnings: wrestling, violence, cursing, mentions of bad anxiety, mention of injury

-

Anxiety. That's all Y/N felt. It was crippling. She couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate.

The end was near, she could feel it.

Y/N joined The Judgement Day two months after Dominik Mysterio because Rhea had taken an interest in her. They had all seen what Y/N could do in and outside of the ring, she was also a fan favorite, regardless of what she did.

Damian's interest, however, went beyond work. He fell first and fell hard. Y/N thought it was a silly crush on his part, even though she had a crush on him as well, but thanks to Dom, they realized how crazy they were for each other.

Over dinner, Dom couldn’t resist and had to speak up. “You two seem close, you know?”

Damian and Y/N looked at each other. “What do you mean?” Damian asked.

Dom smirked. “I mean, have you ever considered that there might be more to your friendship than just being coworkers?”

Y/N and Damian blushed. They stammered, trying to come up with an explanation, but the truth was that Dom had figured it out.

Dom leaned in to talk. “Look, it’s okay if you’re into each other. Sometimes the best relationships start as friendships.”

As Dom left their hotel room that evening, Damian and Y/N found themselves alone. The atmosphere had changed, and they both realized that Dom had been right. Their connection ran deeper than friendship, and they had been oblivious to it.

Y/N managed to find the courage to speak first. “Damian, Dom was right. I think I might have feelings for you.”

Damian smiled. “Y/N, I was going to say the same thing. I’ve been crazy about you for a while now.”

Y/N was currently out of action due to a shoulder injury, but still went to the weekly shows and traveled with everyone despite their protests.

The tension has been thick since Summerslam. Damian and Finn were not on the same page at all, and Y/N could feel the riff. Rhea had tried to fix it and make them get along. That only lasted a few hours, because they would find something to argue about. And, to make things worse, JD McDonagh entered the picture.

He was Finn’s friend, who liked to meddle and get into people's business. Y/N knew what it meant, knew what was about to happen and there was no way she could stop it.

“That briefcase has to go, bro,” is what JD said to Damian the night after Payback. Y/N eye's widened at his audacity, quickly holding Damian's bicep before he could even reply. “Look, you don't need it. Look at you guys, you have all the gold. You don't need that briefcase, you need this one.”

JD reveals a purple briefcase that says “Señor Money in the Bank”. Y/N couldn't hide her grimace, what the fuck was that? Everyone around her was cheering, Rhea and the boys were surprised and seemed to like it.

Y/N didn’t.

-

She sat on a storage box in the hallway, anxious. Her stomach was turning.

“Hey babe,” Damian called, standing in front of her. “There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.”

Y/N smiled softly at him but focused her gaze on her twiddling fingers.

“What's wrong?” He asked with concern, “Are you feeling okay? Is it your shoulder?”

“No no, I'm okay, it's just that…” Y/N looked up at him, frowning. “I don't think you should use that briefcase. I have a bad feeling.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, “Why? I don't think JD did anything to it though.”

Y/N shook her head. “It's just too much of a coincidence. At first, he tells you to get rid of it and now he gives you a new one. I really don't think you should use it.”

He glanced at the briefcase he was holding, contemplating what she said. “It'll be fine, I promise.” Someone from the crew called him from the other end of the hallway. “I have to do a promo with Finn, I'll be right back,” Damian gave her a soft peck on her lips before turning and walking away.

Y/N went to find Rhea, maybe she could help her.

-

Rhea was sitting on a couch with Dom, watching some funny video.

“Hey Rhea, can we talk?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, what's up?” She replied, not looking up.

“Alone,” Y/N added after hesitating for a few seconds. Both of them looked at her, and Rhea got worried because of her expression.

“Come on,” Rhea quickly jumped to her feet and grabbed her hand, pulling her towards a secluded part. “Are you okay?”

"Rhea," Y/N began, "I don't want to sound paranoid or anything, but I've got this gut feeling about JD. Something just doesn't sit right with me."

Rhea turned to Y/N, her eyebrows furrowing in curiosity. "What do you mean? JD seems like a nice guy, and he's been friends with Finn forever. Sure, he's annoying but if Finn trusts him, shouldn't we?"

Y/N sighed, "I know, but that's the thing. I can't explain it, but I can't shake this feeling that something's off about JD and the new briefcase he gave to Damian."

Rhea softly brushed her fingers on Y/N’s cheek, studying her expression. "I get that you're worried, but it's going to be fine. Finn has known JD for years, and they've got this weird deep bond. I think we should give him the benefit of the doubt. If we see something weird, we tell Finn."

Y/N nodded, appreciating Rhea's attempt to reassure her. "You're probably right," she said, trying to convince herself. "I just need to stop overthinking things."

-

Over the next few weeks, Y/N tried her best to push those thoughts away. She watched JD closely but couldn't find anything specific to validate her feelings. The group seemed to finally enjoy JD's company, and he effortlessly slipped into their routines and conversations.

That night, Seth Rollins had a match against Gunther and lost. He was lying mostly unconscious in the middle of the ring with a referee and two paramedics attending to him.

Damien took the opportunity, running out with his briefcase. Y/N ran after him, both excited and scared. That weird feeling she tried suppressing for so long was slowly creeping up on her. What if?

He got in the ring, pushing his briefcase into the ref’s hands, “Go! Quick!”

Y/N watched as Samatha Irwin, a producer, and the referee talked, for what seemed to be a long time. The ref turned to look at Damien, “You can't use this.” Y/N who was about to enter the ring stopped, holding the rope while feeling faint.

“What do you mean?” Damian yelled, furious. “It's not expired.”

“There's no contract in this briefcase.”

Damian turned to look at Y/N for a quick second, who was shaking her head in disbelief. No contract? But where could it… Oh. Oh no. It's in the green briefcase. The crowd started going crazy but nobody was paying attention until a yelp made them look.

Y/N was pulled by her feet, causing her to fall and hit her head on the edge of the ring. Feeling dizzy, she looked up and saw a familiar face… JD McDonagh. He grabbed a chair, hitting her repeatedly on her shoulder, agitating her injury. Y/N cried, trying to push herself away from the hits but it wasn't stopping.

Damian wanted to save her and beat JD’s ass as he heard those horrible screams but he couldn't, because someone hit him on the back of the head repeatedly and pushed him out of the ring.

Disoriented, he saw how Finn Bálor handed the green briefcase to the referee, urging him to call it. Samantha, outraged and confused, still had to do her job announcing that Finn was cashing in “his” Money in the Bank contract.

The crowd got louder. Damian turned his head groggily to see Rhea and Dom running down the ramp. Their faces were red with anger. Rhea quickly got rid of JD, knocking him out cold. Her heart was beating uncontrollably as she saw the state Y/N was in. Dom was helping Damian up, both of them walking where the girls were.

Everything was happening quickly. Finn managed to secure the victory, pinning Seth and becoming the new champion. Finn grabbed the belt and raised it high, finally getting what he wanted. The boos from the crowd were deafening.

He and Damian locked eyes. Finn had a smirk on his face while Damian looked somber. “You will regret this,” he informed him, making the new champion laugh.

Damian picked Y/N up trying to not hurt her shoulder more. “I’m sorry I didn't listen to you,” he admitted in a whisper as they walked backstage. Y/N didn't reply, only nestled her face on his shoulder. Rhea was yelling curses all over and throwing things around while Dom tried to calm her down.

The Judgement Day lost a member that day. Damian and Rhea felt like shit for not listening to Y/N. She was right all along.

[gf-brainrot-central]

Background details/me blabbing about my askblog yaaay!! Mostly because it's difficult for me to get motivated as it is! Plus maybe after being inactive for 2 years (rip 💀) this will help pique interest? Idk I just wanna talk about my sillies tbh. And the Axolotl needs a break you know? My guy's watching over an entire multiverse.

First off. The post about my LGBTQIA+ headcanons here: https://www.tumblr.com/craycray-wolf/737090570384703488/while-in-wait-for-the-book-of-bill-already-hard?source=share

It's still accurate to how I feel about the characters...mostly. In the time since I made this post, I have since been converted to "Grunkle Stan is bi" and I'm now preaching the Good Word 🤟

Anyway with that now amended, here's some stuff!

I originally made the majority of the posts about where everyone is now back in 2022, when I intended to have the blog launched as part of the 10th anniversary of Gravity Falls airing.

Well clearly that didn't pan (🩷💛💙🍳) out but maybe it was so it could instead coincide with all the revelations from TBoB! Life is kinda a beautiful thing sometimes.

Anyway point being, I'll have to tweak the timeline a bit. Which is fine because I wanted Dippin Dots and Mabes to hold some jobs before college anyway so really my lack of updating is just an excuse for this. That's the major point I could think of but if I didn't properly consider others please sound off 📣 (yes I'm a cringe emoji user AND I'M PROUD)

Soos and Melody are still attempting to conceive because they want at least one bio child if they can but they're working on adoption.

Many assume Gus Burnside to be missing or worse dead. But maybe... he's still out there somewhere...with his physical body fulfilling a deal. But y'know! No one can say for certain!

To be completely honest I'm still figuring out my interpretation of Bill's backstory. Sorry about that.

Though the reason the Axolotl has contacted our dimension to begin with has to do with his concern...about a certain someone. And who better to give a helping hand than the fandom and the Zodiac?

Since Stan taught Wendy how to hot wire vehicles and whatnot, they one day found a fairly intact Harley motorcycle in the dump. They fix it up together and Stan declares it hers. This is where her Harley previously mentioned in other posts comes from.

When did this happen? I've always assumed the Stans come back to land from time to time, including some summers. So likely during summer but a holiday could work too!

Mabel loves being a passenger. Dipper not so much unless he clings tight. Wendy installs a seat back at some point and this helps ease his anxiety. A little. He likes seeing the scenery though so he'll bare through it if asked to ride. Not to mention he cares for Wendy and thus doesn't want to deny her sharing her joy.

Robbie probably figured out he wanted to be an anime artist while doodling in college classes he wasn't paying attention to. Either he was in generals or some other degree at this point. He only drew in private during high school.

THIS NEXT SECTION WILL BE SHIPS 🚨 YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

Pacifica during her high school/diner years thought she like liked Dipper. And well, she was Dipper's rebound crush so at around 15 or so they dated for a while. Pacifica however eventually realizes she's actually a lesbian and was misinterpreting her care for Dippin Dots, as well as thinking she only had so many options initially. Dipper realizes it was to cope with Wendy.

Therefore they cut off romantic ties on good terms and continue to be good friends.

(I have nothing against Dipcifica, it's cute. I'm just personally a Mabcifica person and enjoy my lesbian Pacifica hc)

In their early college years Mabel and Pacifica become girlfriends, LET'S GOOOOOO

Candy and Dipper have began to catch each other's eyes... they've healed from the events of Roadside Attraction in the years since and now they can have a healthier relationship in several ways. I WILL DIE FOR THIS SHIP OKAY

Fiddleford and Ford are sweet old man boyfriends. Though romance baffles Ford it makes enough sense with Fiddleford.

Stan is Stan. Though maybe all of his family coming out awakes something in him... something new to explore about himself...

Past Billford will likely be discussed at some point, though they haven't been a thing for decades and it was toxic to begin with.

Grenda and Marius are of course married ❤️ Candy, Mabel, and Pacifica were her bridesmaids. Mabel and Candy were piling over each other trying to get the bouquet, though Wendy catches it. Uninterested in marriage she throws it back out and reflexively Dipper catches it. After confused for a solid moment he tosses it and finally Pacifica then catches it.

_________

SHIP SECTION FINISHED ⚠️

The Pines Twins revisit Gravity Falls every summer until their high school graduation. Well *maybe* they go one more after graduation but then they have job schedules to contend with.

One of those summers (probably when the Mystery Twins are 15) their parents surprise them with a visit! But then they start to question everything because y'know. Weird town.

Eventually the truth comes out about everything, and they better understand their kids.

It wasn't the easiest summer but an important one.

They let their children return because they know how dearly they love their time there, albeit with ground rules established.

As for their jobs, Mabel was a barista and Dipper restocked shelves at a grocery store.

Dipper now has come to care for his birth name and birthmark. He still likes going by Dipper but he insists that only those close with him use the name. The only reason he still wears bangs is that his hairstyle is just comfortable and familiar. This also keeps his birthmark special as only some get to see it (in full).

Mabel still loves knitting and sweaters, but she's experimented a lot with fashion throughout the years. She now has more variety in her wardrobe than sweaters and skirts.

The twins live in dorms with a couple roommates and return back to their childhood home during holidays and summer. They intend to live in Gravity Falls once they get all their education/credentials.

Waddles is an old man but still kickin'. The parents were initially upset with his presence but were convinced by Stan to begrudgingly keep him. They grew to care for the piggy as well.

The family cat (Sniffles) has since passed :(

They have a dog (Honey) now though! She was a puppy from a dog Dipper once dogsat. The owners didn't realize said dog was preggo. It was a whole thing. Anyway Mabel loves putting her in cute outfits that match Waddles, something she used to do with Sniffles.

Mabel is a k-pop multistan (originating from Candy and Grenda introducing it to her) and absolutely loves drinking boba/jelly milk tea. Dipper likes the sound of k-pop music but isn't a fan the same way his sister is. He likes milk tea but the boba pearls themselves freak him the heck out.

There's a lot more but I'm blanking 🤪

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for breaking up with my boyfriend shortly after his mom died?

This was over 10 years ago, but it still weighs on me often. I feel like a terrible person for it.

Me (15-19F) and my boyfriend (15-19M) who we'll call Dave had been dating for a little over four years. He was my first and to this day only boyfriend, and he was great. The only thing was that he regularly ignored my boundaries and would touch me or make me do things I wasn't comfortable with. If I didn't immediately agree or pushed his hands away, he would keep trying or guilt trip me until I gave in. It was never anything too bad, mostly just intimate touching and kissing, but it was enough that it made me extremely nervous to be around him. He also thought my shyness and anxiety were cute and would often joke that he would embarrass me in public by making out with me in front of my parents or that he was going to propose to me. Again, nothing bad, but he did a lot of things that made me deeply anxious just to get a "cute" reaction out of me, and it caused me a lot of stress to the point that sometimes I would get a sick stomach before going on dates. I ignored it though, because I loved him and I knew he loved me.

Then there was Dave's sister and friends at school. One of the girls, we'll call her Mary, was in love with Dave. But since he was dating me, she hated me, despite that she never met me because I had left for another highschool. This also meant that her friends and Dave's sister hated me. They stole my number from his phone and constantly sent me texts calling me terrible things and trying to threaten me into breaking up with Dave. I tried to reason with them and apologize if I had done anything to make them so angry but that only made it worse. Eventually I told Dave and his reaction seemed to imply he already knew, but he said he would do something about it. It stopped for a little while but went on for about a year before I guess they got tired of harassing me. Dave never said anything beyond "I'll do something" and I always wondered why he never comforted me or never said anything else. We were around seventeen at the time, maybe we were just stupid teenagers who were bad at communicating. But the year of stress around his sister and friends didn't help my anxiety around dating him.

During these four years, dates or phonecalls with Dave, which I had to tiptoe around because my dad didn't like him and didn't want me to date at all, became so stressful that I now realize it triggered anxiety attacks. I realized during the last year that I wanted to break up with him, but it was around that time that his mom, who had been diagnosed with cancer for several years, worsened. I felt I couldn't break up with him then because he had too much on his plate and I needed to support him. So I did, and when he called me to tell me she had died, I talked with him on the phone for hours, and I went to her funeral.

I don't remember how much time passed after that before I decided I had to break up with him. That time is a blur. It was several months, at least, I think, and a decision I finally made because I couldn't take the stress anymore. We were mostly long distance at that point, just starting college, and I'm ashamed to say that I broke up with him over email saying that long distance was too hard and that we didn't have as much in common anymore. I apologized and told him I would still like to be friends. He was sad about it but seemed okay, except between normal chats, he would ask me over and over again why we couldn't get back together and what he did wrong. In hindsight, I should have told him. But I was stupid, scared, and not as good as communication as I am now, so I doubled down on my reasoning, which wasn't a lie, but it was only a half truth. This went on and off for about a year until a friend at school told me I should block his number. I did. I feel bad about that too.

I don't regret breaking up with him, but sometimes I think about this and I feel like a complete monster for it anyway. I should have told him "no" more firmly when he would cross boundaries, and been more up front with how he made me feel. Maybe he just didn't know?

If I'm the asshole here, please be nice, but be honest. This guilt eats me alive some nights and I wonder if I should call him to tell him the truth and that I'm so sorry. I haven't dated anyone since because I'm scared I'll hurt them, too.

What are these acronyms?

[bluepeachstudios]

GitS Adjacent Asks

Definitely not. Phantom would be pissed enough at Splinter for the both of them. Ghost and Phantom are incredibly co-dependent on each other, to the point where sometimes certain emotions are left to one of them while the other handles a different emotion.

Something to remember about Ghost is that his anger in canon is 90% Raphael. When he was with his brothers, he was the mediator. He brings logic to the equation, thinks things through. Raphael is the emotion, passionate and empathetic. Michelangelo is the release, the reminder to have fun, and Leonardo is the responsibility, the reminder to get things done. Ghost went from being co-dependent with them, where when Raph and Leo were angry Ghost didn't need to be angry, he needed to be calm, to being alone and having to sort out his feelings for himself.

A lot of the anger Ghost has is him feeling what Raphael would have felt, or what he believes Raph would have felt. He doesn't even realize he's doing it. Leo shows through when he's being Responsible Mother Hen, and Mikey shows through when he's pushing himself to be with the kids, to let himself be loved, to goof off a little.

With Phantom, Ghost takes on the calm/kinda silly role. He makes jokes to lighten the mood when Phantom gets too serious. Reminds him to calm down. Ghost takes on a bit of Mikey's role while Phantom takes on a bit of Leo's. But being angry? That's always been Phantom's territory. If anything it's gotten worse because he relies on Ghost to calm him down.

Phantom avoids Splinter if he can help it. He'll snap at him whenever anything happens that Phantom doesn't think is good for the kids, or if he thinks Splinter's being a bad parent. He's LIVID about mutation days. Ghost generally runs interference. He realized early on Splinter wasn't their father, and yeah he's not a GREAT dad but he's also clearly got clinical depression and some anxiety.

Ghost gets along okay with Splinter, he definitely doesn't agree with everything he does but he also has more empathy for him than in canon. Phantom gets angry enough for both of them, so Ghost tries to go in after and smooth things over. This generally works, Splinter's just glad one of his alternate kids don't hate his guts.

Anyway I went off on this so hard, very sorry fghkdjfgh

He generally doesn't like to fight, but he thinks Warren Stone is pretty funny. He just slingshots him. Mike also has the ability to remember the guy! He's very good with faces. He likes bantering with him, ESPECIALLY likes to piss him off.

Otherwise, pissing off Draxum is his favorite pastime. :)

Splinter is in tears, Ghost is so small, so cute, so completely unaware of what a failure he is. Baby Ghost just likes his fur because it reminds him of his Father!! Father's a rat too, his name is Splinter too, are all rats named Splinter? Are all Fathers named Splinter??? He also insists his name is Donatello. Donny. With a Y. He is not a ghost!

Ghost would probably be more relaxed. That Splinter is much more like his own dad (more dad-like) but he's a really good dad! Ghost's used to helicopter parenting, that's,,, kinda how he does things. For the boys, he'd be Very Much Olde Man. Like he's as old as Splinter. That's Dad aged. They jokingly call him Mom and then it just sticks he's just Mom now.

He has no idea how to handle it fghkdjfhgk he's just confused like WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CRACKED A CONCRETE WALL WITH YOUR SHELL AND ARE FINE BUT YOU GET KICKED ONCE AND YOUR SHELL BREAKS--