#stuttering treatment for adults

[streetsimpletherapyinc]

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Stuttering, known as a speech problem or a speech disorder, is a problem that is not only seen or diagnosed in kids but it also affects the adult population. It is a speech disorder and problem in which a person is seen repeating a set of words, sounds, or syllables a few times in their speech while trying to speak or form a conversation. Read More Here: https://streetsimpletherapy.com/stutter-keeping-you-away-from-social-gatherings-try-exercises-for-stuttering/

[midnightmayhem13]

Hi lovely! Could I request giving the marvel ladies the silent treatment plsss <33

I just want it back the way it was before

i feel like being sad girl today😔 so you guys are gonna do it with me🩶❕ thank you lovely anon

carol danvers

first carol thinks you're playing a joke on her. but when she tells you you're favorite joke or pickup line, and you don't giggle the way you usually, carol literally has a panic attack. she freaks out and thinks if everything she might've done to puss you off. she'll then forget about it and just try to apologize. she'll buy you flowers and set up a date. if you still ignore her gesture she'll literally get on her knees and start freaking out, begging you to forgive her. when you do she'll hold you close and plead you to talk to her next time.

sharon carter

first of all she gets a little pissy herself. cmon you two are adults and capable of talking it out. but then she'll realize, you love her to pieces, you're the sweetest person ever, she definitely did something. she'd leave you alone for a little, let you cool down. then she'd want to talk about it. "what's going on baby?" and she'll sit there and wait until you're ready to confess. and if you're not she'll reassure it's okay and apologize for anything she might've done. she'll wait until you're ready.

darcy lewis

when the love of her life gives her the silent treatment, darcy definitely has a breakdown. she'll start spiraling and wondering if you're gonna end things. she'll blame herself, even if it's not her fault and you're just going through things. her smile would fade so fast when she realized what was happening. she'll be asking so many, which you do not respond you, and will freak out when you just walk away. when you're asleep that night, she stroke her hair and silently beg for you to forgive her. if it takes a while she'll back off and might get a little mad. but ultimately she'll be so relieved when you speak to her again. you two both apologize and yk make up;)

nevula

nebula will be confused asf. she'll ask if you have been silenced by some sort of spell or something. when you don't respond she'll leave you alone. then when she tries to talk to you again and you don't respond, she'll try to ply the answer out of you. you have to speak to her again at some point. when that doesn't work, she resorts to her expertise. she'll corner you and ask you why you aren't speaking to her, she might get mad but wouldn't hurt you out of her anger. if you say it's bc of something she did she'll apologize and hold you close. "i am sorry my love".

maria hill

first maria will chuckle. "what's going on babe?" then when you turn and walk away she'll get confused. okay? she'll follow you and watch you from afar. watching you live you're life in silence. she'll ask a simple question of what happened. when you don't respond she'll get more specific asking if something happened on a mission or if someone said something. when you stay silent she'll come close and force you in a hug. you don't push, but don't say anything. she'll hold you close and try to sooth any anger or sadness she may have caused. "was it me baby?" if you don't respond she'll leave it alone and just hold you. if you nod she'll nod back and promise to do better and make it up.

kate bishop

when you walk away and ignore kate when she says something to you she'll go wide eyed and give you a suprised puppy look. she'll scramble to get to you. she'll grab you by the shoulder and stare into youre eyes. questioning what she did, it doesn't come out smoothly, she stutters it out. she definitely follows you like a desperate dog begging you to explain. was it her? "princess did i do something?" then she'll give you a moment. but she won't leave youre side. you could sit for hours ignoring her presence but she wouldn't leave you for a second, not until you talk it out.

[omegaverse-anthropologist]

ok this is the post i actually wanted to write for no reason in particular. i just didn’t feel good abt writing about forced transition without talking about normal transition for normal people first, since transition is a good and beautiful thing. i wanted to draw a clear distinction between transition and bitching. transition is a life-saving process. bitching, in this omegaverse, is abuse.

obligatory note that i am nonbinary

content warnings for sexual assault, abuse of both adults and minors. the dove is dead, and if you open this up and look at it, that’s your choice lol

bitching

in my last post, i talked about how delta-omega transition is the process by which a trans omega re-balances their natural hormone production to align with their dynamic sex. d-omega transition does not require sexual contact, but pack- and medical support.

forced transition (historically called bitching), is the violent weaponization of d-omega transition. it is the process by which someone (in 84% of cases, an alpha) forces another alpha to a more omega hormone balance.

forced transition is a complex form of abuse that typically involves social isolation, drugging, and sexual assault. most frequently, the perpetrator relies on herbal/traditional medicines to induce the destabilized hormonal state required to re-balance their target’s hormones, since illicit prescriptions are difficult and expensive to procure. social isolation and other forms of abuse (e.g. intimidation, physical assault, neglect) make it easier for the perpetrator to drug their target and induce destabilization.

once destabilization is induced, the perpetrator forces frequent contact onto their target. again, social isolation facilitates this frequent contact. in over 90% of FT cases, the perpetrator sexually assaults their target at least once.

as with d-omega transition, frequent contact with alpha pheromones in this destabilized state causes a sharp increase in omega hormones, a sharp decrease in alpha hormones, and an appropriate shift in beta balancing hormones. unlike d-omega transition, wherein the d-omega has the support of their pack and/or community to help them regulate both chemically and emotionally, an FT target typically relies solely on the perpetrator for any sense of balance. this sometimes leads to a near-feral state of desperation, furthering their dependence on the perpetrator and causing the target to be more vulnerable to their influence. high levels of stress hormones cause the target to be less susceptible to permanent hormone shifting, meaning that at least in adults, if the process is interrupted it is possible for the natural hormonal balance to be restored.

41% of forced transitions are detected in progress, and the FT process is interrupted 58% more frequently in adults than in children. tragically, this means that almost 75% of child targets are undetected, at least until the process is ‘complete.’ in addition, the earlier the abuse begins, the more difficult it is for the target to return to (or reach for the first time) their natural alpha hormonal balance.

in cases of childhood FT where the abuse began during the soft-cycle period, whether the transition process was complete or not, the survivor may need lifelong treatment to achieve and maintain an alpha hormonal balance.

while interrupted FT typically has positive outcomes for adults, in children, there are often lasting difficulties. enlarged houghton (slick) glands are irreversible regardless of age, and childhood abuse may lead to painful mixed reproductive cycles. these mixed cycles contain a mix of alpha and omega symptoms such as fever, headache, abdominal cramps, prolonged/painful erection, overproduction of lubricant, and aggression. the sexual trauma associated with FT may cause a host of other difficulties associated with reproductive cycles.

in addition, survivors may have mixed instincts. surviving alphas may perform instinctually omegan vocalisations such as stuttered or painful purring, may respond in a more omegan fashion to a trusted alpha’s Voice, and prefer the company of other omegas during their reproductive cycles.

the complex and lasting condition caused by FT is called FT-Derived Disrupted Alpha Presentation Disorder in those for whom the abuse began any time before or within a year after their first full cycle, and is a type of disrupted presentation disorder. in adults, the condition is called FT-Derived Mixed Endocrine Disorder, Subtype A. colloquially, both conditions are referred to as FT-Survivor Syndrome, or Bitched Alpha Syndrome. The latter was used historically, when “Bitching” was the medical term for forced alpha-omega transition. Today, BAS is antiquated and extremely offensive, as is using the phrase ‘bitched alpha’ to describe a survivor of forced a-o transition.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Human gyutaro x tomboy/wild girl reader, both are homeless poor etc. She's wild and rebellious, she'll runaway while getting scolded midway. She has the biggest crush on gyutaro and thinks he's cool, she nearly fainted of joy overload while seeing gyutaro gyutaro fight someone with his kama. And gyutaro is just looking at her one day really closely and goes "shes cute I guess". Basically headcannons of gyutaro with someone that's head over heels for him but he'd doesn't know it.

Human Gyutaro? Damn, that’s very interesting! Okay, I’ll try it! I assume this is like set before the Shabana Siblings end up being converted!

Shabana Gyutaro

Gyutaro isn’t familiar to somebody else being kind to him, he is a ugly abomination and all he truly has is his beloved sister, Ume. When you came along all so suddenly, he and Ume grew attached to you, somebody like them and somebody that gave them kindness, despite having nothing to their name

Gyutaro may not be able to help you, out of your nor his nasty situation, but he has protection and skills so he encourages you to stick with him and Ume. You don’t have to run away when the adults try to attack or scold you, you don’t have to behave so much like a wild animal

Gyutaro is very oblivious to your big crush on him, the way you nearly fainted with joy at him attacking your pursuer with his sickles. You feel so special as you internally admire and idolise him but to him, he didn’t know the way you gazed at him lovestruck

Gyutaro does find you ‘cute’ but he never thinks much on it. More like a compliment and a truth to him, he would never actually say it to you but he expresses his care in other ways. He picks up your hand and bring you and Ume to a safer location. You and Ume are important to him, he must protect his girls

Gyutaro is too protective to let you go out on your own. Sure, you’re not the traditional girly girl and you can defend yourself but he doesn’t want to lose a dear friend to him. When he does go out with you, he ends up taking a gift for you, something tomboyish but cute and he feels pride as you wear it

Gyutaro values and encourages your rebellious nature. He loves it that you don’t mind breaking the rules or even the laws to survive, he can rely on you and trust you further! It didn’t take long for him to trust you with caring for Ume as he goes out to finish his duties

Gyutaro isn’t aware of how giving you hugs makes you explode in blush and stutter wildly. He always assumes you’re feeling too cold or too hot and he grows concerned for your health, his obliviousness is beyond painful as it’s very strong for somebody like him

Gyutaro is very common with sharing what he had to turn into food with Ume so he also gives you the same treatment. If you didn’t find anything yourself, he will try to feed you what he has so he will never lose you. He will always pull you into the straw bundle he made to keep all three of you warm in the winter seasons

Gyutaro is not that affectionate but when it comes to the two girls he does love, he is willing to give you lots of hugs to calm you down and comfort you to the best of his ability, thankfully, he has a ton of experience with care, due to Ume

Ume knows you have the biggest crush on her brother but since she adores you as much as Gyutaro does, however, she keeps it from him

“Dokusha. Be careful, that cut is deep. Let me care for you, come here! We will always be together, okay? You, me and Ume. Through hunger and the cold, we will all be together through it all”

[thebluestbluewords]

Spiraling

TW for anxiety/OCD-like thoughts. This one is completely self-indulgent. Carlos-centric, because I like it when my badass characters also have brains that are a little bit broken. +

The stupid thing is that there's no trigger. 

It's just. 

Everything. All at once. All the time. There's math class, which Carlos loves fiercely and completely, only today his usual teacher Mr. Gemble is out sick. Which would be fine. People in Auradon get sick all the time, and then they get better, and there's nothing to worry about, except-- 

Except for how sometimes people get sick and they don't come back. Sometimes a little flu turns into something worse, and it means fluid in his lungs and long term damage from the smoke and need to start an antibiotic course right away and if I thought it would get used I'd send them home, but with that family-- 

There's nothing to worry about. People in Auradon get sick, and then they go to a doctor, and they get better. Simple. A dependency. Mr. Gemble is out sick so that he can go to a doctor, and he'll get the treatment he needs, and he'll be back in school once he's feeling better. 

He's going to get better. 

The sickness isn't going to spread. 

Viral infection and endemic and need a higher sample to provide effective inoculation. 

But they're not on the Isle of the Lost anymore, and everyone at Auradon Prep has a course of vaccinations before they come into the school for the first time, and the only exceptions are them, and it's not like Carlos is that close with his math teacher. Not like he could be the vector, bringing whatever illness took out a teacher, an adult, a man who's always seemed strong and healthy and whole, back to his crew. 

He's not-- 

There's nothing to worry about. 

So he sits in his usual seat. Middle of the class, Evie at his back, both of them against the wall, door directly in their line of sight. He pulls out his notebook and his pencil that appeared in his room one day, and he does not burn them because they were contaminated. Nothing could be done. No disinfectant can get out the spores-- 

He takes notes. Doesn't touch his face. Eyes, nose, mouth. Clear. He'll wash his hands after class. His bag is contaminated now, if the notebook was inside it, but he can take everything out later, if he brings it in the shower, he can take everything out and wash it clean, and he'll run the ultrasonic bath for the metal pieces, he can use the key to get into the lab and borrow the enclave, and don't touch your face, that's how it spreads. 

Carlos lowers his hand. 

The movement looks like he's raising his hand. He knows with the rational part of his brain, which is why the substitute teacher Mrs. Sidney calls on him, because she saw his hand move and she's young, and her voice is high-pitched and a little bit sharp because she gets nervous around the four of them, because she's a good Auradon teacher, a nice young teacher, and-- 

He doesn't even know what the question was. 

She called on him because she's a nice Auradon girl fresh out of teaching school, and she's scared of his crew but she's trying not to show it, she's trying to take care to treat them equally and bring them out of their shells, and she doesn't know, she doesn't know. 

She doesn't know that Carlos isn't supposed to talk in class, because letting people know how much he knows is dangerous and he's small but he's fast and he's smart and he doesn't want to be tapped as a henchman for one of the adults, so he will keep quiet and slip out of school before anyone can catch up to him and he'll stay quiet in class and maybe answer one question a day, because that's a normal amount, that won't stick out, and even if he gets them all correct it won't matter if he's only getting one or two things right. That's a normal amount. He's normal. Nothing special, nothing worth noticing. 

There's nothing to worry about. 

He stutters out a non-answer. Stupid, stupid. He's got to pay better attention. 

"I don't know," he says, and it's the truth, but he doesn't know-- 

It's not safe to be too clever, but it's also not safe to be stupid, and Mrs. Sidney sighs like she's disappointed in him, and there's nothing he can do to play back the question and make it make sense, so he just ducks his head down and keeps his hands on his desk and doesn't move them again, and-- 

It's not safe to draw attention to himself, so he won't. He'll draw away and inside himself, and he can't feel shame if he can't feel his body, but he needs to stay aware of his hands so he doesn't touch his face and contaminate everything, so he can't retreat all the way. 

So. That's one thing. 

The bell rings. 

The bell rings, and Evie's getting her things together behind him, and Carlos needs to move, because everyone is moving, because passing periods are short and staying still isn't keeping him safe anymore, so he moves at automatic speed through the motions, pencil tucked in his shorts pocket, wash his clothes later, and notebook in his bag, don't touch your face, and textbook shoved in behind them. His bag goes over his shoulder. Don't flinch. His free hand goes in his hoodie pocket, so he can tap the handle of the knife he's got tucked there, small and close and safe. 

His shoulder throbs. 

That's another thing. He's got something fucked up about his right shoulder, something small and hot that burns down his arm through his elbow every time he picks up his bag and shoulders the weight of it. He's not allowed to check the anatomy textbooks out from the library because they're restricted to only people taking the A&P courses this semester. Idiot boy doesn't know what he's reading, he just likes the pictures. But. He's pretty sure that his shoulder isn't supposed to burn, and even flipping through the whole thing in the library, because people are always watching the Isle freaks and he can't linger on any one illustration for too long and reveal a potential weakness, he can guess that there's some sort of nerve damage. A pinch or a twist or something that can't be fixed except with rest and time and general good health. 

Chronic pain, the clinic doctor said. Bone shards. Too small to be worth operating on, not with this level of healing already. 

The barrier is a curse. 

"Gods," Evie says, and Carlos does not jump. "I'm starving today. D'you think they'll have the croissant sandwiches at lunch?" 

don't eat that. it's not safe. give it to mama. 

Carlos forces his face into a smile, because Evie loves croissants, loves flaky bread and soft pastry, loves them loves them loves them loves them. "Probably. If they don't have them out you can ask Janelle in the kitchen to get one for you." 

Evie sighs as she shoulders her bag, and Carlos is watching her face so he sees when there's no wince as the weight hits her shoulder, and Evie's bag is even heavier than his, so it's stupid that he's the one dealing with pain, but he's always been—

He's not weak. 

"Janelle's so sweet," Evie says dreamily. "I asked her for the recipe of that avocado dressing last week, you know the one, with the poppy seeds in it?" 

"Yeah." 

"She just gave it to me. Printed off the cutest little recipe card and everything. She said they have a school cookbook that they print out for all the seventh graders in the cooking elective, and she'll make an extra copy for me the next time they run it by the printers." Evie's hands flutter like little butterflies to follow the words, bright and slim like the printer paper that Carlos knows how to feed into the industrial size printers they use for the school paper. He could hack into the school computers and print off a recipe book for Evie. He can run the printer and the laminator and the spiral binding machine that Jordan uses to archive copies of the school newspaper. "She's so nice." 

Evie's got a crush. 

Highly contagious. Spreads through shared food and drink. 

Evie's crush works in the kitchens. Where everyone comes through. Where there's a lot of shared food and drink, and buffet lines where it's easy to sneeze on the silverware cups, and—

Carlos needs to wash his hands. He needs Evie to wash her hands, but he can't touch her, because he's already contaminated and she might not be yet, she doesn't sit as close to the front as he does, so he can't touch her but they both need to wash their hands right-fucking-now, and he can't touch her to ask. 

Also because he’s— he’s being irrational. And Evie can’t be as dirty as he is anyway, because she’s Evie and she’s perfect and her hands are cool and pale and clean, and he can’t ask but he needs her to wash her fucking hands. 

Um," he manages. "Yeah. She's cool. I have to—“ he jerks his head towards the boy's bathroom. 

Evie nods. Waves a slim, graceful hand. "Go. I'll do the same. We can regroup after next period. Your class isn't doing testing this week, right?" 

Carlos has his English class next period. Woodland lit. Evie's in a different English class, but he's got— somebody. 

Jay. 

He's in the same English class as Jay, which means if there's testing he has to sit in the middle of the room, so that he can leave his left side open for Jay to read off his answers, not because he's stupid, but because he can't read fast enough to keep up. They've got a system. Carlos goes through the multiple choice section first, and then flips over to the short answer portion, and that's Jay's signal to stop where he's reading and flip back to multiple choice so that Carlos can go over his answers again, but slowly, dragging his pencil down the page as he really truly thinks about every answer. And if he just so happens to leave his left side open, so that maybe someone a little bit taller can see which bubble he's blacked in and which one's he's marked as not it, that's just a coincidence. Just like it's a coincidence that he and Jay rotate who gets to sit by the window and who sits in the middle of the classroom every few days. They're keeping things fresh. If they rotate seats themselves, the teachers won't rotate the seating for them. 

He dredges the class schedule up from the depths of a mind that feels syrupy-slow and very, very far away. "Nah. No testing this week. We're doing a discussion unit on poetry." 

Evie flashes him a perfect little smile. "Have fun with that. I'll see you at lunch?" 

wash your hands, Carlos thinks, and doesn't say, because he's aware that he's not thinking correctly right now. 

"See you at lunch." he echoes. “Bye, Evie.” 

He washes his hands. 

The pencil in his pocket is dirty too. He washes it. 

His pocket is dirty—

He can't get clean here. He's got to be normal, stay invisible, get to class so he can talk about poetry from three hundred years ago and listen to Jay making fun of Audrey under his breath, and stop washing his hands before the skin starts to go red and hot and raw under the water. He's got to stop. 

There's nothing to worry about. 

Okay, Carlos tells himself. This is Auradon. Nothing really bad happens here. 

But that's not true, because Mr. Gemble is out sick, and he could spread it. Carlos messed up a question today, and Mrs. Sidney could use that as proof that he's not smart enough to be here, that he should be sent back—

he's not being sent back to the Isle. 

Ben wouldn't let him be sent back. Because they're friends. 

Carlos's shoulder throbs. 

Class. Class, then he can run back to the room and change his clothes before lunch, and-- and Evie wants to check in at lunch, because he doesn't make mistakes, and she's got to know he's having a bad day, and if he doesn't show up for lunch she'll freak out. So he can't change. Or touch anything, because he's contaminated and—

Okay. 

This is a spiral, a bad one. He's going to class, because that's what he does. He's not going to spiral, because that's not what people do here. Kids in Auradon go to Kids in Auradon go to class, and they sit still-but-not-too-still, and they answer questions when they're asked, and Carlos can do all of those things. He likes class. He likes learning, and he likes hearing Jay make fun of the girls who write dramatic poetry about how their boyfriends broke up with them and he knows how to pretend that he's an Auradon kid who's nice and sweet and not a disease vector with broken lungs who's going to get them all sent back to the isle. 

He's fine. 

Nothing to worry about. 

Nothing is wrong. Nothing is wrong. Nothing's wrong. 

Just. 

Class. 

Yeah. 

He can go to class. 

Door. Elbow. Don't touch. Don't leave fingerprints. He's not— he's allowed to be here, but if he leaves fingerprints it'll be bad, because he's not allowed to touch the nice things unless he's cleaning them. His hands are always greasy. He can't afford to spend the extra time cleaning off his fingerprints, so he won't touch. 

He's allowed to touch. 

This is a spiral. It's not real. He's not— 

His shoulder hurts. 

His bag is slipping down his shoulder, so he lifts his arm to push it back up, and the pain spikes worse than before. Stabbing. Like hot needles all the way down the length of his arm. Shoulder to elbow to fingertips. It hurts, and that's the last thing he can handle. 

There's a thing, that happens sometimes, when his body hurts and his brain is spiraling and everything is too-much-all-at-once. A thing where Carlos puts his body on autopilot. Automatic functions can continue operation without him. He can—

He can leave. He'll get to class, and get through the day, and then when things are safe later, when he can curl up small-and-safe-and-hidden in the closet in Evie's room where she keeps her designs-in-progress, he can deal with everything.

[11queensupreme11]

Lol that wasn't me but I will let you know when I post on AO3 and credit you. I have a bad habit of jumping around a lot in my writing so it might be a while. Here is a bit from much later that might have to be cut. It features 8 year old Percy and children's fantastic ability to remember complex terms and apply them in the funniest ways possible:

"Percy stared at the man before her. He looked young, with a face she believed would make any of the old ladies from the apartments coo if they saw him. However, pinchable cheeks were probably not a judged criteria when taking the exams to become a doctor. The lady at the department of health office had said that "Medicaid does not cover elective work" and Percy was not even sure they had insurance now that they lived outside the US. Medical debt was a serious issue and would probably spawn paperwork more difficult for Mom to handle than any monster or weird relative. Smiling politely, she said “So are you a pediatrician? What program did you graduate from? Where was your residency and how many years have you been practicing for?”

The man's face was now frozen and Percy decided to press onward continuing “What insurance providers do you accept? I was on Medicaid previously but that won’t apply anymore with the move so you will have to get the new information from my mother. Along with my medical history which would be needed to provide appropriate care.” Pausing and tilting her head racking her brain for more terms she had heard at the real pediatrician’s office, she continued “You did talk to him right? 'Any medical care that is not immediately lifesaving given to minors requires consent from a parent or guardian recognized by the state.' Given my father is not on my birth certificate and has not signed and acknowledgment of paternity his word will not count. If you treat me without mother’s permission billing will be the least of your worries, the medical boards and courts don’t mess around when it comes to unnecessary medical work done on children without parental consent” she finished watching the man’s eyes widen a little more in shock.

However instead of the stuttered backtrack she was expecting, instead Mr. Beelzebub burst into a low and somewhat menacing laugh. With a smile, he said, “To answer your questions, I am not a pediatrician of any kind, I am a researcher specializing in the… hm… how to put it, most unusual of cases, and probably the only god in the three realms capable of treating someone like you.”

“So, you don’t actually know anything,” Percy said folding her arms and feeling rather put out. “And you have no previous experience working with children.” Honestly, she was really starting to wonder what went on in the heads of her father’s family. With a sigh she continued “Uncle Hades, this man is not a real doctor, he sounds like a scammer.”

Normally she tried not to be that blunt (after all mom always said stuff like “discretion was the better part of valor” and all the like) but this was really starting to test her patience. “It is common sense that any strange man offering you free medical treatment in his basement is definitely up to no go. Haven’t you heard of stranger danger? ‘Only trust adults whose credibility can be verified by another safe and trusted adult like your parents’.” She recited while turning to her uncle hoping to see a light of understanding appear in the man’s eyes. Honestly, why did she have to be the adult in this situation? Had these people never seen public television?

Instead, both men broke out into uproarious laughter and Percy considered what the consequences of pelting them both with ice would be. Perhaps if she froze their brains, it would fix whatever mental deficiency they were currently experiencing. Maybe some kind of brain worm?"

OH IT WASNT YOU???? oops 😭😭😭 ok thank you for clarifying then!

ALSO EIGHT YEAR OLD PERCY IS SO PRECIOUS???? and is loki a better mom than og!sally or did he just send percy to a good school cuz she sounds a lot smarter than her 12-16 year old canon self 😭😭😭😭

BUT BEEEEEEELLLLL IS HERE 😍😍😍

im ngl, after i realized beel was in the scenario, i blanked out and just focused on him LMAO. i'm sorry i just love him so much 😭😭😭

i can't wait till you post, ur writing is sooooo 😩👍

[edenslittlecow]

My PC Culver lore

I thought I should flesh out Culver lore and how it contributed to his personality properly so…

Culver didn’t know anything about his family. He was left at the orphanage without any note. He was starved of interactions and left severely neglected and malnourished for years. Probably left in a room by himself. He did not speak or interact with others, or even eat properly for a very long time. He would just look somewhere else and ignore any interaction. For a long time, he will try to pack away food he was given to ration his food out.

Orphanage repaired a lot of damage and eventually, he started to interact with others. Culver seemed to grow out of his shell eventually but that childhood experience would be a blight on his life. He felt he was never wanted. Why would anyone treat a wanted child this way? There was no point in actually changing his situation if he was displeased. Only radically accept it and then manage it. After all, no one came to help him when he was younger. There was simply no time and effort to reflect on anything bad that happened to him because it hurts too much and there is no way to change your past. Anything that hurt him would just be a part of his life essentially. He forgave his birth family for his treatment. But Culver’s forgiving nature, despite being genuine, was very almost sickly. (It will be a pattern you see) he wanted to forgive them because there was nothing to be done and he felt if he did not forgive them he would just be taken over by overwhelming hatred. This was similar to how he treated people who mistreated him or worse. He just forgave them all but the all trauma remained and built up over time. He chose to blame himself and often took pity on them instead. He felt if he did not tempt them this would not happen. He would never fight back. He always tried to run away if he could, no matter his assailants or his issues. But he could not run from them forever.

Culver was not very aware of how his past affected him. He chose to deliberately ignore any effect of how they affect him. Again he had no time to explore it. He didn’t want to. So he chose to run away from it. He gradually developed this very meek and eased himself into this maternal personality he had. It was partly his way of coping. (this will be a pattern you see) he was never taken care of and desperately craved to be loved tenderly but he didn’t want to think about it because that would be too painful. So he chose to provide that to others so it could fulfill this desperate craving in his heart. But his idea of being maternal was very skewed.

This is kind of expected because he did not have any of this sort of role model in his life. He wanted to be gentle, and calm and take care of others. But he is just not stern and too forgiving all the time. He would stand up, advocate for others and protect them. Never for himself. He seemed to not have a clue about this. In a way, you can say this part of his personality is his way of coping. He does enjoy taking care of others.

He would still stutter even now when he was an adult because he was nervous. His favourite colour is pastel purple but his wardrobe had no clothing of such colour. He always dressed as a maid, with his Victorian maid dress, maid headdress with his garter stockings and heels. His wardrobe is mostly black and white, with a red scarf which he got as a matching pair with Eden’s red scarf he knitted for him.

He would always try to save anyone he could even if he became a demon, taking in all the corruption. He would always run away from anything that would harm him, never thinking about fighting back but he often chose to help anyone he could. Even if it will be detrimental to himself, and even if he knew that. He gladly took on Robin’s debt. He would spend time helping students even if he would be late and sent to detention, and he knew that.

He would always give way to Eden’s wishes if it was something concerning himself. But he also would want to take care of Robin. Even though he saw Robin as someone he needed to take care of. Platonically. Since it was for someone else, he would not back down from that. This will be a constant wedge in their relationship.

His elegant, gentle and calming demeanour was what usually he showed to others. He would always be quiet and obedient. But once he was close to you he would let his guard down. He would be more comfortable and playful with you. After all, being playful is something he felt was a luxury. He just always had this part of him hidden away. He felt he could not express himself like this if you were not close. He has this weird little quirk that if he is close to you he will ask to pamper you. It would depend on what you are okay with. He would ask to style your hair, give you a head massage and even do your makeup. He would very carefully study what you like and are okay with before suggesting. Taking care of people and pampering them is his love language. And he will call you a good boy/girl out of habit of taking care of other children in the orphanage. He sometimes liked to embroider small flowers in the inner hem of the clothing that he helped to fix. He will draw on the notes he left for you. He often draws on the notes he left for Eden. Eden will keep all of his notes. He would have his hair tidied and out of his way at all times. but if he has high trauma or stress he will let his hair down because he was occupied to do anything to them at the moment

[kayssweetdreams]

A "Perfect" Vacation Ch 23

Meanwhile, With Dolly, Roland and Misère...

Dolly didn't feel safe sleeping in the hotel. Maybe it was the fact that it reminded her a bit too much about her time back at PPP, or Ka Lā's attitude, or Maybe it was the fact that they were invited by a woman they have never even HEARD of before. But either way, she just didn't feel safe.

Even with her dad and Misère around, she couldn't help but get the same uneasy vibes that she had around Madame Prim, whenever Ka Lā came around her. "Don't worry Dolly. Maybe we can ask Ka Lā to give us a ride back to the mainland." Roland suggested, hugging his daughter and trying to keep her calm. "I have to admit...I can't help but feel a little uneasy here too." Misère said, her eyes shifting back and forth.

"Dad. You think that the others feel the same way? After all, Yuri and Kaylo had the same 'treatment' as me..." Dolly admitted, hoping her father would understand. "I think they do. If you don't feel comfortable, we can leave. After all. It's not like this is the school again." Roland said, rubbing his daughter's back, trying to keep her calm. "How about this: We find Ka Lā and ask her for a ride back to the mainland in the morning." He suggested. Dolly, while happy that her father acknowledged her fear, was also nervous about staying on the island for one more day.

"Don't worry Dolly, Everything will be OK." Roland said as he got comfortable in the tent he set up. No matter how much Ka Lā insisted, Roland refused to stay inside one of the room, instead, he brought a portable tent (a YURT. As he says) and set it directly in the forest, Claimed that it felt more like home. Dolly also had her own tent, but for some odd reason, she lost hers after one night. "Ok...Good night Dad." Misère said, making herself comfortable on a nearby hammock "Good thing that it's a warm night tonight." She said to herself as she closed her eyes.

However, the next time Dolly opened her eyes, she saw that she, her dad, and Misère were strapped down to 3 metal tables. Panicking, Dolly began shouting for them to wake up "Dad! Dad wake up! Misère! Get up!" She yelled. Unfortunately, her words were in vain, the two adults were knocked out. Struggling, Dolly attempted to wiggle out of her restaints, but to no avail. "Oh I wouldn't bother if I were you." A scarily familiar voice said. Dolly tensed up. She knew that voice ANYWHERE...and she didn't want to.

"M-MOM?!" She screamed in terror, watching as Ka L�� stepped out of the shadows. Dolly's breathing grew erratic. "K-KA LĀ?! BUT-HOW-BUT-YOU'RE" the girl sputtered, panicking as she saw the woman getting closer. "Now Dolly dear...it's improper for a girl to stutter." 'Ka Lā' said, making Dolly thrash and panic even more as she was now standing directly above her. "BUT HOW?! THE POLICE ARRESTED YOU!!" Dolly yelled, unable to fathom how her perfection obsessed mother was HERE. Although she was JUST arrested on the news. "Oh Dolly. You know that the quest for perfection never rests." Prim said, in a almost mocking voice.

"W-What do you want? I live with dad now and your school is destroyed. I have nothing you could want." Dolly said with as much bravery as she could in her voice. As much as she was terrified to see Prim again, she would NOT let her have the upper hand, and Fear her. Prim's eyes narrowed "Ah yes. Your stupid flower-loving, Tree-hugging hippie of a father has completely warped your mind. And my school is now in shambles, thanks to that bug loving brat, and her pink haired demonic friend. But don't worry...Mother is going to fix it all once more. Along with your new sisters." She said in a strangely calm voice.

Dolly grew confused. "Huh? What sisters? I'm an only child." She said. "Not anymore you're not. You and you're going to be a PERFECT role model." Prim said, her perfection crazed smile shining as she stood back...and revealed Yuri and Kaylo, everything that made them special gone, their eyes duller than a dull blade. The two of them gazed at Dolly and Prim with emotionless smiles.

"Good Day Dolly. Hello Mother..."

[broken-clover]

🍓🔪🍬🦴🥤 :D

Wheeeee

🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction? 

Tbh you think I'd remember but I really don't. I have vague memories of making Pokemon OC's but wasn't really introduced to the concept of fanfiction until my older sister got me into Hetalia and I found out about it while looking up fanart. I think I've discusses it before, though, that I didn't feel confident writing full-on fanfic for the longest time because I was too terrified about writing characters OOC. Idk what exactly made me get over it, maybe GG just instilled enough brainrot I couldn't help it

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

See I dunno about 'weird' but I've done a lot of random shit I never thought would be relevant until I had to go look for it. Hard to objectively say what was the oddest so I'm just gonna make a list of some off the top of my head

-(I've repurposed a surprising amount of my learnings from mortuary for anatomical and medical reference)

-Giraffe/horse autopsy

-Introductory guides to Jamaican Patois

-"Can bats get polio"

-"Common clothing of Nepal"/"Common clothing of Tibet" (notable in that it ended up being relevant for half a paragraph)

-"Cheeses of Bhutan"

-"What is the highest proof alcohol you are legally allowed to buy"

-Profanities of numerous languages, including sign

-"How old are children before they can pronounce 'x'"

-Brazilian cryptids

-"least flammable bed fabrics"

-Treatment and recovery time of a PCL tear

-Step by step guides for kimono-wearing

-Bone throwing as a form of divination

-Adult clubfoot treatments

-"what type of video is security camera footage"

-"autoimmune diseases caused by stress"

-psychogenic stuttering

-how to replace/modify a clutch disk for a stick shift

-French homicide law

-Pyretic drugs

-LOTS of fish biology

🍬 ⇢ post an unpopular opinion about a popular fandom character

Probably in part due to oversaturation, but Bridget is just...kinda boring. I find her concept and story endearing and sympathetic, of course, but she doesn't have the same kind of complicated themes and bizarre lore that engages me like a lot of the series' other characters to the point where I can delve into it and get on that level of brainrot.

🦴 ⇢ is there a piece of media that inspires your writing? 

Can't simply say 'a.' I feel like I take a lot of bits from a lot of different stuff! I find I like to try and find 'weird' media frequently, though, I like seeing the bizarre concepts people can cook up and wonder if I'm not thinking outside the box hard enough. Likewise for horror, to a lesser extent

🥤 ⇢ recommend an author or fanfic you love

hweeeehhhh why do you always give me the tough ones. There's some really obvious picks, you and Jim and Roy and Crow, but I've probably done you all like three times already! Easy picks

Lemme see, if I wanna try and do something a little different than the obvious, I do have a couple recs! For anyone that's into Psychonauts, I totally recommend BabyCharmander (ESPECIALLY 'Cavity,' do not read anything else before you go into it, reading it for the first time hits you like a truck to the face) and The_Angst_Alchemist (Particularly if you're a Thorney Towers fan, they write the inmates with such panache and easily some of the best interpretations of Fred) It's a little more niche, but if you're an ARMS fan I recommend anything by MeltyMetroid, for a series that has such little lore they've written several incredibly fleshed out and well-constructed longfics (I'd recommend 'DisARMed' and 'Broken Mirror' for the plot-heavy jaunts and 'The Brass that Saved Christmas' if you want a good laugh)

Admittedly in general I don't pay as much attention to specific writers as I should, or the series I look for stuff for is so niche it doesn't really have dedicated writers

[blaacknoir]

As a Noir fan, what do you think of what they did with the character in the latter half of S3, suddenly revealing that he’s living in a cartoon world and can’t write in a grammatically correct way (is this due to presumed brain damage during the 80s incident? But he can play professional sounding piano?). For me, it just clashed with everything that came before, like a really strange onscreen woobification/infantilization. But I’d be interested in hearing your thoughts.

OH BOY DO I HAVE FEELINGS ABOUT THIS *cracks my knuckles* Plenty of this is headcanon though, so take it with a grain of salt.

Personally, I think Buster and the gang were always important to him. I think Noir was kind of an awkward kid, and paralyzing a schoolmate didn't win him any friends either. I also think he stuttered as a kid, and that manifested in Buster. As an adult (pre-Nicaragua), I like the idea that he still "talks" to his imaginary friends, but as a way of sorting his thoughts and having an internal dialogue.

The way I write Noir, while he might have trouble articulating his feelings, he's not stupid. He hallucinates, but we see that he doesn't always acknowledge them, which is possible for people with visual and auditory hallucinations. (There are even posts about how to counter them and establish the real from the unreal here on Tumblr.)

You use different parts of your brain for different things. Knowing what you want to say and actually saying it aren't the same. I think Noir, while he has trouble writing (both physically and mentally) still thinks just fine. He also has a bit of a healing factor--just because his body wasn't perfectly restored like Wolverine's doesn't mean he lacks a healing factor. It might be that his brain healed in a weird way. He might have been given a "booster" of V while he was in recovery. We see A-Train use it to keep his speed up, so Vought using it to boost Noir's healing factor is possible.

As for the piano playing, one treatment of damage to Broca's area (which is responsible for language) is to represent your thoughts with musical tones. If Noir had a pre-existing knowledge of music (I think he did), he he might have used that as part of his recovery therapy.

Edit: TLDR I don't think it's on-screen woobification at all. (And I was woobifying him long before we learned that he was a certified Disney Princess. He is my son and my child and I would both kill and die for him.)

[siren-darkocean]

Character Headcanons

Berix

Berix is an orphan, his parents are alive but his parents disowned him for being a halfie

Berix's halfie genetics come from his father due to some small Glatorian genetics of his dad's side of the family, Berix was one of the only two kids with his parents children that were Halfie's, the other was their second child was born permanently and a girl

Both of his parents are Agori

Berix when under a lot of stress has a tendency to stutter

Berix occasionally harms himself by clawing at her arms, this is due to many causes, stress, constant anxiety and ofc the stuff with his biological parents

Ackar saw this happen one time and held Berix until the halfie calmed down

Before the events of Journey's End, Mata Nui gave Berix a stuffed animal that looks like a Jovian lemur with a small pouch sewn in that has lavender inside of it to help calm his anxiety, Berix almost never leaves without it in his bag

Of Toa he gets along the most with are Pohatu, Kopaka(surprisingly enough) and Nuparu

Nuparu and Berix both love to create mechanical stuff, Nuparu mentoring Berix's talent

Berix sees Ackar and Mata Nui as parental figures, Ackar like a dad and Mata Nui like a mom (fuck gender roles)

His friendship with Kopaka was quite a surprise to even himself, Kopaka had a rather protective nature around the halfie and would even jokingly throw the halfie on his shoulder and jostle him around which would make Berix laugh

Berix's age is around twelve or thirteen in human terms, his only the height of an adult Agori due to delayed growth spurts from malnutrition of both being on the streets and Bara Magna's issues

Berix in the past would occasionally get repeatedly kidnapped by Skrall or Bone Hunters for them to torture him for amusement, he still gets night terrors of those moments to where Ackar would comfort the halfie until he calmed down

Ofc after those night terrors he would be too scared to fall asleep alone so Ackar would let him sleep in his bed with him to help the halfie fall asleep

Berix is a regular drinker of respect women juice, he's always been like this for as far back as known even before Kiina

Berix at first was very uncomfortable with Kiina treating him better, he slowly got used to it though and gladly sees her as a big sister

During the time he got hit by a Thornoraxx Launcher, Ackar actually thought he was gonna die like how Ackar's dad did to them. Though him getting treated allowed everyone to realize how emaceaded Berix was, it was a surprise he was still alive and for so long with how bad it was

Kiina was actually in hysteria of sobs because she blamed herself for it due to her past mistreatment to him

The treatment time as well was also how everyone found out Berix was a halfie with more potent Glatorian genetics than Agori

When Berix admitted his parents disowned him, he swore up and down he thought Ackar was gonna brutally kill his biological parents with the look on his face

Berix's hair is long, it reaches his mid back in length and is a deep brunette with some natural silver and electric blue streaks in it. His hair has uneven cuts to it due to the times he's had to cut it with his pocket knife to get away from someone holding him back by his hair

His hair is usually tucked underneath his helmet in a braid, but it does poof up with high temperatures so with the uneven ends it looks like a lions mane

Ackar evened his hair while keeping its length

Berix actually had this happen during training to which Tahu asked Gali to wet his hair, Gali was confused but did so, Tahu used his fire powers to heat his fingers enough to flatten Berix's hair as he braided it, the water helped protect his hair from being damaged

Lewa calls Berix "Halfie-Brother", when Berix asked Onua of this the Earth Toa smiled and replied "he sees you as a brother, a high honor if I do say so" Berix was seriously confused by this but he learned to accept it

Berix has learned when getting Tuma's shield as his own shield to use it perfectly in both offense and defense

Berix carries around some knives in between his armor due to Ackar's knife rule, and always carries a pouch of sand to throw in someone's eyes for a get away

Click mostly stuck around Berix when the Scarabax wasn't watching over the Ignika

Mata Nui has mused that if Berix was a Toa his elements would be gravity and lightning, even though Vo-Toa's are all female he still can see it, Berix was honestly surprised by this

Casual clothes outside of his armor, Berix would prefer to wear a pullover hoodie as like a shell to protect himself and the weight of it helps calm his anxiety

He actually made his pair of boots be able to have an extendable/retractable blade from the back of the heel to use in emergency

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Derek wasn’t sure how much more he could take from Fox’s…strange fanbase. He didn’t mind stripping naked for his unhinged chat members, it fed into the pride he has for his body further really…but being forced to slice his wrist open?!

These people are fucking INSANE!

Good thing the beastkin kept an emergency first aid kit in his streaming room, as the blonde quickly grabbed it and tore into it as he took out some rubbing alcohol, cotton balls, and gauze.

He got to work on patching up his wound, not wasting ANY time so he wouldn’t potentially bleed out. Thanks to Derek often being on babysitting duty for his siblings when he was younger, he’s got some decent first aid knowledge…

He sighed in relief after the treatment worked, despite the rubbing alcohol making him hiss and swear under his breath. But…

God, his wrist still hurt like a BITCH.

“You…you mother FUCKERS…” Derek spat at the chat, grabbing his scattered clothes as he sloppily threw them back onto his body “You’re all fucking PSYCHOTIC! Yeah…I’m fuckin’ done here. Thanks for the money though, assholes!~ Might get myself another car since my last one got totaled…stupid fucking cunt didn’t use her turn signal…”

He went to open the door to make his way back to the elevator, and to the waiting room and act like nothing EVER happened here. “Just make up some shitty excuse for the cut, sliced myself on the chair or somethin’…”

Before the bratty man could make his great escape, a silhouette had already opened the door and was glaring at him from the doorway, making his blue eyes WIDEN as his heart sank to his stomach. Judging that the shadowy figure was VERY short with noticeable fluffy ears on the top of his head…

There’s no doubt this was Fox. He’s been caught red handed.

Oh shit.

“U-Uh…h-hi!!” The bottle blonde stuttered out “I was just…c-checking this place out because I was bored! That’s all!”

“Hmm…” Fox’s voice BOOMED across the room “Really now? Because…” He started to walk closer to the other, effectively backing him up against a wall as he held up what appeared to be his cellphone in the boy’s face “I have evidence that says otherwise, Goffard.”

The older man’s clawed finger tapped on a random app icon as Derek’s activities on the stream are revealed to be archived, he quickly scrolled past everything he’s done including the forced self harm, the stripping game…everything. He turned pale, his pupils dilating, sweat beading down his face…

Oh, he’s SO FUCKED.

“Well? What do you have to say for yourself, young man?” Fox put his phone away and crossed his arms, looking unamused at the others actions. “Are you just going to stand there and cry like you ALWAYS do when you get caught pulling your bullshit? Hmm…or maybe…you’ll actually act like an adult take some responsibility for once?”

“Um…I…g-Well…” Derek stuttered before his flight response kicked in “Uhhh…THINK FAST!” He used his tanned fingers to pull back the beastkins suspenders and let them SLAP harshly against his nipple areas, making him let out a loud groan in pain and grab onto his chest as the other FLED into the hallway, the stench from the cells not even bothering him anymore as he was just focused on getting the HELL out of there as he ran and ran…

Before he felt a strong, familiar hand tightly grip onto his shoulder that made him stop in his tracks. When he turned, he found out that hand belonged to his father, Mr. Goffard.

Oh…

OH GOD NO.

“H…Hi dad!!!” Derek stuttered “U-um…I wasn’t doing ANYTHING!! Don’t listen to w-what that old fuck says to y-yo-“

“Can it, boy.” His voice was gruff, stern, you could tell he wasn’t having ANY of his sons bullshit today. “I already know what you’ve been up to in there. I’m not believing anything YOU tell me this time. Care to explain yourself?”

“W-WELL YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN SO GODDAMN LONG IN THAT MEETING! GOD, YOU ALWAYS DRAG ME HERE THEN EXPECT ME TO DO NOTHING! I’M NOT A FUCKING ROBOT DA-“

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, DEREK!” He grabbed the boy by his shirt collar “YOU THINK THAT’S A DAMN PROPER EXCUSE TO STRIP DOWN AND SHOW EVERYONE YOUR-“

“GENTLEMEN, GENTLEMEN, PLEASE!”

Fox SHOUTED from across the hall, making his way to the arguing father-son pair as he tried his best to diffuse the situation to an extent. “I believe you’ve scolded your son enough, Mr. Goffard. Let’s calm down…” Derek’s father sighed and put him down, his son taking in deep breaths due to how his shirt collar choked him as his dad turned to the other “You’re right, sorry about that. You know I get…frustrated with him easily.”

“Mhmm, I’m very much aware of that. Let’s focus more on…

Deciding what his punishment shall be for making a mockery on MY livestreams, shall we?”

“Mm…good idea.”

The two towered over Derek, their eyes piercing into him as a nervous smiling formed on his lips.

“H…hah…oh I’m fucking SCREWED.”

EVENT END.

((I’ll let you all use your imagination on what Derek’s punishment is! I think it’ll be much more fun that way. Any asks that mention your own interpretation on his fate will be correct ;] ))

[screpa]

Forging your bond with Bertolt (Chapter 1)

Summary: Bertolt was unsure whether you truly wanted to start a romantic relationship with him. Knowing of your strong friendship with Levi discouraged him. But you were sure of your attraction and growing feelings toward him. You assure him by giving yourself to him.

Note: (1) The Bertolt in my fanfic is over 18 years old, so the steamy session is between two consenting adults :-D (2) Yes, one of the stories in this series will be about your conversation with Bertolt by the campfire, but that's for another time ^^

Tags (this chapter): Mature, SFW, fluff, jealousy, love confession, first kiss, first time, sexual tension.

Chapter 1: Bertolt's Jealousy

Bertolt started to have feelings for you, but he was jealous of your friendship with Levi. Will you be able to assure him of your feelings?

Read here or in AO3, up to you ^^

Life recently changed for the better for Bertolt.

Squad Leader Y/N had been increasingly attentive to him since the day they talked by the campfire. She told him about moving on from her unrequited love toward Captain Levi, and wanted to strive for happiness with him. He was unconvinced at the time, and decided to humour her just because he respected her.

But then, weeks after the talk, she had consistently done little things that made his heart flutter.

She always greeted him first before greeting the other cadets. Even when he was standing at the far end of the room, she’d cheerily shouted his name and wished him good morning with her signature warm smile. Only then she'd say hi to the others.

Other than that, she'd always give him her share of the breakfast milk. ‘Your bone needs this more than I do,’ she said with a wink.

He'd feel his cheeks flushing red and he could only stutter a 'thank you' before taking the small milk carton from her.

Sometimes his fingers would brush hers lightly. Then it seemed like she withheld the milk carton to prolong the touch. But he couldn’t handle the fire on his fingers that he, to his dismay, would abruptly take the carton away from her hand.

She smiled anyway. She'd walk away with her tray, looking back at least three times to smile at him.

He was smitten, but he could only stare. He thought that his expression was that of a cute puppy in love, but the others were always laughing at him.

Reiner told him that he looked like he just ran 100 laps. Connie said that he looked constipated and nauseous at the same time. Jean thought that Bertolt should ask him for pointers to flirt with the Squad Leader. He wouldn't since Jean was all talk considering that Mikasa was still treating him like a ghost.

But, Reiner and Connie couldn’t be more right.

During trainings Y/N treated him a bit differently, but not too obvious that others would notice or complain.

She'd give him the same amount of tasks as the others. There was never a reason for him to get a scolding from her since he was one of the best cadets. He was ranked 3rd among the 104th Cadet Corps, so his performance was excellent and she didn't have to give him any preferential treatment.

But, oh, he'd feel her eyes on him. He knew because when he tried to catch a glimpse of her, their eyes would meet. She would smile, but he'd quickly avert his gaze. His cheeks would start to feel warm and his forehead would shine with sweat. But her attention wouldn't make him lose focus. He'd make sure to perform perfectly as this was his only way to impress her.

At the end of each training, she'd give fist bumps, high fives or back slaps to the cadets for a job well done. He could hear her cheerful laughter as she did that.

When it came to him, he could see expression shift from glee to- uhmn, he didn’t know what to call that expression, but her eyes and whole face would soften. Her beautiful face, adorned with a sweet smile, was focused solely on him.

She’d say, ‘you were very impressive today, Bertolt!’ Then she’d reach up to his shoulder and squeezed them softly. She'd then greet the cadets behind him with her cheerful voice like nothing had happened. But Bertolt’s heart almost collapsed just by that simple gesture.

But the evenings were not as pleasant…

Squad Leader Y/N would sit with her squad during dinner. Sometimes Bertolt could sit beside her when she sat at the head of the table. He could steal side glances toward her, but that was about it.

Who was he kidding. He didn’t have the guts to openly look at her or talk to her. He'd look down to his plate. Trying his best to keep his calm and to not choke on his food.

Still, having her round and hearing her animatic voice was so enjoyable.

But then,…

Captain Levi would come over.

‘Oi, meeting’.

Or…

The Captain would call her with the nickname he made for her. ’Labradoodle. Paperwork.’

Then she’d be gone, without a smile, without a good night's greeting.

She'd abruptly gather her food into the tray, then obediently followed the Captain without a word.

Bertolt’s heart sank. Let’s face it, he thought, Y/N only had Levi in her heart.

--

As you stood up to follow Levi to his office, you accidentally dropped the dessert spoon.

You bent down to pick up the spoon. As you lifted up your head, you caught a glimpse of Bertolt, who was sitting nearby. You couldn’t see his face during dinner because he, as always, looked down to his plate during the entire dinner.

You knew that your attention made him awkward around you. But you couldn’t help it. This gentle giant had got you smitten for weeks. You just wanted him to get all the care that he deserved.

You thought you’d see his shy, blushing face. Instead, you saw him seething with rage. You also saw the clenched fist on his lap, shaking.

You gasped and hurriedly went away, confused to what had made him angry like that.

As you sit across Levi at his work desk, you tried to evaluate the day. You couldn’t find anything wrong. Bertolt was as himself in the morning. He excelled, as always, during trainings. He wasn’t teased that much during dinner.

What was wrong then?

‘Oi’

You just stared at Levi.

After seconds passed, he asked, ‘Lost your chew toy?’

Then it struck you.

—

‘I’m going to library to tidy up the books,’ Bertolt said to Reiner as they tidied their dinner trays.

‘They finally found a way to make good use of you. Long limbs and all’. Reiner patted his back with pride. He normally accepted Reiner’s backhanded compliments, but his heartache made him irritable.

‘Fuck you, man,’ as he walked pass Reiner.

‘What did I say?’ He heard Reiner asked himself in confusion.

Bertolt fastened his pace to the library. The library would be empty at night. No one would want to spend the night in the cold, damp, and dark library. A perfect place to wallow in self-pity, he thought.

He picked up some books from the tables and put them back to the shelves.

He kept on thinking about Y/N's kindness toward him. How in the world could he think that Y/N, of all people, would truly want to be with him? Especially when she could have humanity’s strongest on her side.

But, he’s a warrior himself, wasn’t he? He'd easily beat Levi if he–

Right, without the colossal titan, he was nothing but a coward, a good for nothing…….

He was so busy with his thoughts that he didn’t notice someone was standing behind him, almost touching him because of the small space between the bookshelves.

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‘Bert–‘ you softly called him.

He jumped and dropped the books he was trying to put on the top of the shelf.

One of the hard-covered books dropped on your forehead with a large thud and you yelped in pain.

‘AA– Oh, no, no, n-no, Squad Leader Y/N, I didn’t… I– let me see…’ He panicked and stuttered. Lost for words, but his body acted fast.

He gently held your face in his big palm. He brushed your fringe away with his soft fingers to see if the book left a bruise on your forehead.

The dim light made it hard for him to see, so he put his face closer to you. You could see his flustered and worried face inches away from you.

He looked at your face in full concentration.

But you could only stare as his adorable face, the face that had filled you daydreams in the past weeks.

His lips. Damn those lips, you thought. If you move forward a bit, you'd finally taste those sweet lips.

You started to breathe faster as your yearning for him intensified.

Upon hearing your breathing, he asked, ‘Are you that hurt?’

His worried expression made you weak in the knee. You felt sorry for the sweet giant and you tried to set aside your yearning for him.

For a while, at least.

‘I’m okay, Bert. I’m sorry I startled you,’ you said softly.

This time you put both of your hands on his, which were still holding your forehead.

He stiffened at your touch. You felt that he was going to put his hands away from your face, but you gently but firmly held them there. You’re not going anywhere, you thought.

‘Don’t let go,’ you whispered.

‘I– uhm, o-okay,’ he whispered back.

You took his hands from your face, dropped them down to the front of your stomach without letting them go.

He moved his face away from you as he stood straighter. He couldn’t go too far because of the bookshelves, thank goodness.

He relaxed a bit. He kept his eyes on you, though he seemed a bit embarrassed and flustered.

You looked up to him. The 20 centimetres between you didn't seem too far now that you stood so close to each other.

‘Something seems to bother you. What’s wrong?’ You asked him.

He didn’t answer. He bit his lower lip. His eyebrow furrowed. He was surprised that you noticed. He didn’t want to tell you about it, so he looked away.

You squeezed his hands and he jolted. He just realised that you were still holding his hands.

He braved himself to look at you in the eye, though he couldn't put away the sadness in his eyes. You thought he was going to cry, but he steadied himself as he said, ‘I hate that you’re with the Captain every night’.

You were right.

Just as you hated seeing him around other female cadets, he would've hated knowing that you spent almost every night with the person you were in love with.

‘He may be humanity’s strongest, but he’s an imbecile when it comes to paperworks,’ you said as you tried to appease him.

But you failed. He could feel his hands clenching in yours. And the sad expression turned to anger.

Uh-oh, you thought, now what would you do?

‘I’m falling in love with you, Bert-'

You stopped.

Okay. What was that? You didn’t plan for that. You didn’t just blurt out your feelings like that!

You may be a people pleaser, a labradoodle for goodness sake, but you sure didn’t want to be the one to confess your feelings first.

Well, you kind of did by the fire camp, but that was the honey mead talking, not you!

Utter panic.

Now it was your turn to want to run away.

You relaxed your grip on his hands as you readied your self to bolt.

But he firmed his grip.

‘Don’t let go,’ he whispered.

‘I– uhm, o-okay,’ you whispered back.

—

She was falling in love with him.

Self-doubt was trying to take over his thoughts but he decided to believe her.

If all things crumbled, her love would be the only thing he’d believe and hold on to.

‘If we go into hell whenever we go past these walls, why not create our own heaven whenever we’re together, Bert?’ He remembered her proposition by the camp fire.

To him, at this moment, those words had turned into a promise.

‘Let’s create our own heaven whenever we’re together, Y/N,’ he said softly to her.

Without thinking, before cowardice took over, he pulled her in for an embrace. He enveloped her in his arms, burying his face on her shoulder, closing his eyes to feel all of her.

Even only for a while, he thought, he’d stay in this heaven they were creating.

Before he once again unleashed hell onto these walls…

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What happens after the embrace? You'll see in the next chapter!

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Stuttering in children and adults

Stuttering in children & adults

If you are the parent of a stuttering child. 

Child's health history should be checked, when is the beginning of stuttering and when is it most frequent.

How stuttering affects their life, such as connections with others and academic performance.

Talk to your child, and may ask him or her to read audibly to watch for subtle differences in speech.

Differentiate between the repetition of syllables and mispronunciation of words that are normal in young children, and stuttering that is likely to be a long- term condition.

Rule out a beginning condition that can cause irregular speech, similar as Tourette's pattern

 Are you an adult with stuttering.

Treatment

An evaluation is done by speech therapist, by which treatment approach can be decided.

Examples of treatment approaches include

Speech therapy.

Speech therapy can educate you to slow down your speech and learn to notice when you stutter. You may speak slowly when beginning speech therapy, but over time, you can work up to a more natural speech pattern.

Electronic devices.

Several electronic devices are available to enhance fluency. During day to day activities some electronic devices are used. Get help from a speech therapist for guidance on choosing device.

Cognitive behavioral therapy.

Self-esteem problems related to stuttering can be resolved. It helps in reducing stress, anxiety problems related to stuttering.

Parent- child interaction.

Parents involvement in rehearsing techniques at home is a crucial part of helping a child manage with stuttering, especially with some styles.

These tips may help if you are the parent of a child who stutters.

Listen attentively to your child.

Listen carefully while your child is speaking and maintain natural eye contact

Wait for your child to say the word he or she's trying to say.

Do not jump in to complete the judgment or study.

Avoid distractions and talk to your child.

Mealtimes can be a good occasion for discussion.

Speak slowly

If you speak slowly, your child will frequently do the same, which may help drop stuttering.

Take turns talking.

Encourage everyone in your family to be a good listener and take turns talking.

Create a calm atmosphere.

Do your best to produce a relaxed, calm atmosphere at home in which your child feels comfortable speaking freely.

Do not concentrate too much on your child's stuttering

Do not draw attention to stuttering while interacting daily with your child. Do not expose your child to situations that produce a sense of urgency, pressure, or a need to rush or that require your child to speak in front of others.

Offer praise rather than criticize.

 Praise your child for speaking clearly rather than drawing attention to stuttering. If you do correct your child's speech, do it in a gentle way.

Accept the child just as he or she is.

Do not reply negatively or punish your child for stuttering. This can cause feeling of insecurity. Encourage and support your child which will make a big difference.

Connecting with other people

Several organizations offer support groups. Along with providing encouragement, support group members may offer advice that you might not have considered.

 Appointment

If you have any doubt regarding your child’s abilities you might first consider your child’s pediatrician. The doctor may then refer you to a speech and language pathologist (speech therapist).

If you're an adult who stutters, you may want to search for a program designed to treat adult stuttering or you might contact a doctor or directly contact a speech therapist.

Your speech language pathologist is likely to ask you a number of questions. Be prepared for such type of questions which helps them know more about your child’s limitations.

Questions Speech & Language pathologist might ask:

When did you first notice stuttering?

Does stuttering come and go or it is always present

Does anything seem to improve stuttering?

Does anything appear to make it worse?

Does your family have history of stuttering?

By how much stuttering is affecting your child's life, in schools, performance or social interaction?