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chuuyanakaharalegalwife · 10 months

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Bad Dream (Dazai x Reader)

Art credits to haru9033 on Twitter (X or whatever the new name is)

Look at my cinnamon bun, my sweet baby. He's safe in my bed y'all! This is 100% self-indulgent because my therapy is until the 18th so I needed a distraction after reading chapter 109.

In which we have a nightmare (chapter 109 is the fucking nightmare) and Dazai comforts us to the best of his abilities. He's trying ok!

Should I write comfort for Sigma? When I get my hands on that rat!

Bye now - Mars ♡

Your eyes shot open, big and filled to the brim with tears. You felt your heart beating out of your chest, the muscle pumping larger amounts of blood under the silly impression that you’re dying. You were dying. It felt so, at least.

This unbearable tight feeling in your chest, like someone had your heart in their hands and was continuously wringing. Tighter and tighter. Your throat, stiff and dry, made your body feel worse. You could barely get a word out.

Dreams have a funny way of feeling too real and your silly little brain confuses reality with them. But it felt so real.

An overwhelmingly dreadful feeling engulfs your chest.

Breathe. Breathe.

The man beside you sleeping peacefully, or so it looked. Your legs intertwined with each other, and his head rested up against your breast without fully being on top of you. You try to calm yourself down, not wanting to wake your lover. It’s rare he gets any sleep. His own mind a steady home for ugly thoughts.

Gently you push him away from your body and get up, making your way to the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of cold water and chug it down.

“Bella…” Dazai calls from the doorway, his face filled with sleep and his hair messy yet he still managed to look beautiful. He’s always beautiful.

“Oh… Osamu” you said weakly with a smile. “Just got a bit thirsty” you lie. You’ve figured out a while ago that it’s impossible to lie to him. The man was simply too smart.

Dazai smiled and approached you, his hands finding homage on your waist. “Bad dream?” he asked and leaned down holding you close. He rubbed his cheek against yours.

You nod, “I can’t hide anything from you huh?” his grip on your waist tightens ever so slightly. “No.”

He hums and leads you back to your bedroom. “Come, sit” he sits down on the bed leaning against the headboard and pulls you down onto his lap, “Tell me about it” His voice low and gentle. He radiates a certain comfort, or maybe it was because you’ve grown to love him so dearly that you naturally seek comfort from him.

Dazai places a kiss on your forehead, his hand rubbing your back trying to soothe you.

“Osamu…I…” You take a deep breath, “you… you died” your voice breaks and the tears roll down your cheeks. He brings his other hand up to your cheek, wiping away your tears. “I know it’s just a dream, but it felt too real and-and” you bury your face into the crook of his neck. His scent working as a grounding method, you breathe him in deeply. He smells like home.

Your home.

“I just don’t want to lose you” the tears kept flowing and your voice trembles as you speak.

“Bella I’m here” Dazai pulls you closer to his body as if to prove his point. “Right here my love” he leans down and kisses you. The kiss is slow, long, sloppy and each passing second, he presses himself closer into you. “I’m not going anywhere” he whispers against your lips.

He knows he’s contradicting himself. He knows. He knows he sounds like a hypocrite because he’s always mentioning suicide and asking you to die alongside him but right now. Right now, seeing you like this, crying and trembling he feels his heart breaks to pieces. And crying because of a stupid dream of him dying makes it even worse.

He knows it’s selfish but how he’s happy. Because he feels so loved right now. You’re crying over him, even if it’s just his dream self, you’re still crying for him. His heart does a little flutter. Still his main priority is comforting you, he’s no stranger to nightmares and you’re always there to comfort him when he’s bothered by his own ugly thoughts and dreams.

But Dazai felt so helpless, and he uttered out the most cliché words, but he couldn’t help it. Not when his love is trembling in fear right in his arms.

“Samu you” you exhales, trying to find your composure but every time you think you’ve stopped crying the minute you look into his eyes the tears start coming again. It was horrible, the image of your nightmare just replaying in your head.

Wrapping your hands around him you hug him tightly, you’re afraid he may not be able to breathe so you release it a bit. “Don’t fucking die” you threaten and Dazai can’t help but smile. This woman.

“Bella sshh” he seeks out your lips, kissing you again. “M’here, right here, yeah?” he pulls back and hold your face with both hands and rests his forehead against yours.

You’ve calmed down a bit, forehead resting against his. “Osamu, just” you found it hard to speak. Your body slightly trembling, seeking your lover’s touch. “Don’t move, just hold me…please”

He wraps his arms tighter around your form, you snuggle into him and close your eyes.

Dazai found himself humming softly and patting your back in a comforting manner. He kept doing so until he felt your light snore and the slower heartbeat. The steady thump thump thump comforting him.

“I love you very much and I won’t leave” he whispered and placed a kiss on the crown of your head.

That night Dazai Osamu stayed awake and kept his lover tightly secured in his arms, looking over and comforting them.

#dazai osamu #dazai x reader #osamu dazai #bsd dazai #bungo stray dogs #bungo stray dogs x reader #dazai fluff #chapter 109 #bsd fluff #bsd comfort #angst?#bsd x reader #marswrites #bsd art #kissesforosamu #osamu fluff

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triassictriserratops · 1 month

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Headcanon that for a while Katniss and Peeta both think they’re the super clingy one in the relationship. I could see the first time Peeta has to go to the Capitol for a checkup both of them thinking they’re really dependent on the other.

Doesn’t matter though when they reunite. They realize they’re equally clingy and just have good reunion sex

Okay, so firstly i have to say that I cannot BELIEVE that people are actually sending ME anonymous asks. ME. I feel so unbelievably special, omg. I totally feel like I don't bring much in terms of "creating" to the fandom so anyone wanting to come to ME for anything is just so... HEARTFEELINGS Also, Anon, you're absolutely and completely right. I'm not actually convinced you aren't secretly Suzanne Collins in my DMs. These two, even with years of therapy and healing, are always always going to be codependent as HELL. Peeta's trips to the Capitol early on, while Katniss is still legally confined, drive her absolutely INSANE. like, he'll have to go for checkups with Aurelius and also for adjustments to his prosthetic because he's still growing and it needs to be adjusted for his height. She very seriously considers trying to fit in his suitcase. He walks in on her trying to contort herself into it while Buttercup is eyeing her judgmentally. She spends the entire time bothering Haymitch and crying to him. He doesn't know how to deal with her being this openly emotional about it so he's just like

Peeta on the other hand really tries hard to focus on what needs done and puts on a brave face, but the SECOND he's on the train he's wondering if he could survive jumping off and running back to Katniss. Maybe if he tucks and rolls juuuuust right....? He keeps eyeing the emergency break. Once he gets to his hotel he's RUNNING for the phone in his room, but misses Katniss because she's busy crying to Haymitch while Haymitch tries to watch Plutarchs singing competition show. When they finally connect that night they just stay on the phone with each other to fall asleep. Peeta spends his time in the capitol waiting for his prosthetic checking out the shops and constantly buying things that remind him of Katniss or that he thinks she'll like. He stocks up on cans of Lamb Stew and baking chocolate to make her some hot chocolate. Even buys a fancy cheese from a local artisan fromager to make her extra special cheese buns. He also, secretly, takes the pearl that he snuck out of her nightstand to a jewler. He's having it inlaid into a necklace. When he FINALLY makes it back home, the bakery is closed for 2 days but he does manage to make one loaf of bread in that time...

#peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #everlark #the hunger games #thg series #thg #thg headcanons #hunger games headcanon

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beechersnope · 10 months

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Summer of Cum Days 10/11/12: cock warming, cinnamon bun, coming dry

christian/max, warnings for christian being a generally awful person, abortion mention, consensual somnophilia, 1046 words

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Christian’s cock has been inside her for close to an hour when he finally remembers that Max is supposed to be on her period.

She’s fast asleep; she needs it, has to get up early to make a flight and then it’s work, work, work as soon as she lands. Christian doesn’t want to wake her, and he’s more than comfortable himself, so he closes his eyes and does the math in his head rather than rolling over to grab his phone from the nightstand to confirm.

It isn’t a fetish thing. Max’s period cramps are so bad that she can barely race without a steady supply of just the right sort of painkillers, hot water therapy, intensive massage—and copious amounts of orgasms, of course.

Keeping a log of Max’s menstrual cycle in his calendar is just the sort of thing that any good team principal would do for their star driver.

Christian counts backwards to the last time he’d had Max squirming in pain in his bed, tucked up in the fetal position with his fingers inside her and a dark-colored towel under her hips. This should’ve been the last day of her period, he realizes, which means she isn’t just late, she’s late.

Christian feels himself getting hard again inside her and stifles a groan in the tangled mess of her hair. He’d already come three times: once with her riding him, then again with her on her back, then finally like this, spooning as she fell asleep. He hadn’t expected to fuck her again, not at his age, but the thought that she might actually be pregnant has him feeling as though he’s nineteen again.

She’s not going to keep it, of course. Christian will tell her in the morning, and he’ll make all the necessary arrangements to keep things discreet so she can race in the rest of the season and win him a championship. But that doesn’t make the current reality any less potent.

Max isn’t a light sleeper, but Christian knows that he can’t fuck her the way he really wants to without waking her, so he stays inside her for the moment and breathes out quiet little groans against her back as he gently grinds his cock inside her.

It feels good, even without the friction he so desperately craves. She’s always tight, unable to fully relax even in her sleep, and he can feel her pussy fluttering around him every time he moves so much as a millimeter. He thinks he could come like this, but it isn’t what he really wants.

Christian waits until the last possible second before pulling out with a too-loud gasp that echoes in the silence. He rolls onto his back and waits, listening to the steady rhythm of Max’s sleep-breathing, peaceful and uninterrupted. Carefully, he extricates himself from the sheets and gets out of bed, palming his cock against his belly as he circles around to the other side where Max is curled up.

It takes a few minutes to coax Max into the position he wants without waking her. He turns on the bedside lamp to its lowest setting, wanting more illumination than the light of the full moon outside coming in through the bedroom window. He pulls the sheets down past her feet, leaving them scrunched up at the foot of the bed. He carefully nudges her onto her back, arms above her head, legs splayed so he can see the damp center of her where she’s still open from his cock. There’s dried come at the edges of her pussy, and it makes Christian stifle a moan against the back of his hand.

Christian isn’t the only one fucking her, but he knows it’s been a while, maybe even long enough that it’s his baby in her belly. The thought has his balls drawing up tight against his body, his cock in his hand giving an almost painful throb. He almost wishes he could fuck off the rest of her season, just keep her here in Oxfordshire while she gets big and round with his kid. He’d fuck her endlessly, right up until the moment she's ready to pop.

Maybe someday he will, Christian thinks as he frantically fucks his own fist, staring down at the soft swell of her belly, even though there’s nothing there for him to see—not yet. Maybe once she’s done with Formula 1 for good, he’ll knock her up again, have her birth a whole litter of kids, even. Put them into karts once they’re old enough, the same way Jos did with her. That’s what they do with retired racehorses, isn’t it? Use them as breeding stock?

Christian carefully climbs up onto the bed and kneels over her as he strips his cock even faster. He’s close again, he can feel it, but after staving off release once, it eludes him the second time, making him even more desperate, the grip on his cock so tight it hurts.

Christian has visions of painting Max’s belly white with his come, but when his orgasm finally washes over him, nothing but a few drops of watery jism splash down onto Max’s skin. Christian lets out a disappointed whine, and immediately drops down to fuck his cock back into Max’s pussy before he can go soft.

Max gives a little jolt under him as Christian’s weight suddenly falls on top of her.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” Christian says, carefully lifting himself back up again so he can look down into her face without pulling out of her.

“S’okay,” Max said sleepily. “What time is it?”

“You still have a few hours,” Christian reassures her.

He hesitates for a moment, thinking he should tell her now. It would be the right thing to do, the responsible thing to do. She could make her arrangements in Belgium with her mother at her side and come back to him once it’s over.

“Christian?” Max says, sounding a little more awake now. She must have seen the conflict playing out on his face. She was always just a little too good at reading people. “Is everything okay?”

Christian forces a smile. “Of course, darling. Go back to sleep.”

They still have plenty of time.

#summerofcum2023 #hornstappen #f1 smut #my fic #sorry for going sicko mode twice in a row #or not sorry if you are also a sicko #f1 rpf

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stealforreal · 2 years

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Mommy dearest 3

Tenko is now officially in your care, but his quirk is still not registered. A trip to the doctor goes slightly askew, and once again you are faced with the prejudice that follows quirks.

03 A visit at the doctor's

Waking up to Tenko next to you was still a new, but welcoming feeling. It had been 2 weeks since Tenko officially became your son, and was lovingly calling you mama. It makes your heart so full every time he says it. Over the past 2 weeks, some behavior patterns have turned up. Like how Tenko would scratch at his neck everytime he got anxious, or hadn’t used his quirk in a while. Or how he would always ask, if he was allowed to eat. To combat that you spend a lot of time cuddling and testing his quirk. Let’s just say the garbage disposal company hadn't had anything other than dust from your household.

You also put Tenko in therapy, where the therapist had been so kind as to allow you to sit and comfort Tenko the first few times. Tenko seemed to like her, and frankly so did you. The therapist was one of the only people so far who didn’t discriminate against Tenko, because she wasn’t afraid of him and if she was she was still professional.

But now that Tenko was doing a lot better, you had to address the elephant in the room. His quirk registration.

“Tenko honey, we need to visit the doctor soon,” You said in a gentle voice. You didn’t want to risk Tenko reacting badly. Tenko stopped playing the new video game you got him “but why mama?” Tenko looked up at you with his big innocent ruby eyes. “Well, we need to get your quirk registered” you said as you caressed the top of his head. Tenko looked confused, “But we already know my quirk, mama,” his confused expression was adorable. “Yes we do, Tenko” you bopped him on his nose, causing him to giggle “but we need a medical professional to examine you, mama is not allowed to, it's illegal even if mama is a doctor.” you gently explained to him, scouting his reaction for any sign of tension.

“Do we have too?” Tenko asks, giving you puppy dog doe eyes. Ever since you adopted Tenko, and the person checking in marked you fit as a parent, he had been very comfortable around you. Tenko knew you wouldn’t hurt him, your words and actions had shown him that. So Tenko had allowed himself to be a child, and free. With that came the puppy dog eyes, usually it was hard saying no to the doe eyes. But you knew when you had to put your foot down. “Yes Tenko, we have too. I want to make sure you are 100% okay ” Tenko reluctantly gave in. And so you began your journey to the doctors office, you had planned this ahead of time and booked an appointment.

The doctor's office was filled with anxious little kids and their mom or dads, a lot of posters about health and it was all in horrible colors that maybe could make your eyes bleed over time. Tenko was surprisingly enough one of the more silent kids in the waiting room, rather than fidgeting he opted to play on the console you got him on his first shopping trip. The game he was playing captured all his attention, so you used that as an excuse to sweep a glance across the room.

A young boy and mother with uncanny resemblance came out of the doctors room, one looking schooked and the other glum as glum as can be. Both of them had the greenest hair you’d seen in a long time. Their matching glossy eyes, sparked an ounce of sympathy that took root in your soul. Whatever happened to them, must have been bad. I hope they’ll be alright.

With Tenko consumed by his game, and you observing all the people who come and go, the wait went by fast. “Ms.y/n and Tenko, I’m ready to see you now.” The doctor announced it in the waiting room. “Tenko honey, put the game away, it's us now.” Tenko nodded his head, saved the game and shut off the console so you could have it in your purse again. Hand in hand you and Tenko followed the doctor. Once in her office, it gave you a chance to evaluate her. She was young from what you could tell, wore her hair up in a bun and had an expensive set of rings on her fingers. Oh no, a privileged kid turned doctor. Wait bad y/n, maybe she won’t be so bad. While in your head you almost missed her first question and the tone that followed.

“It says on the paper you're here today for a quirk evaluation. So first I need to ask what your relationship is” There was a certain sneer to her voice as she spoke the word , relationship, as if she couldn’t be more judgemental she also gave you the elevator look. “Mother and son” the answer came out with more bite than intended, but her everything was giving you bad vibes at being judged. It made it even worse when she turned and scanned Tenko, causing him to retreat into himself. Silently you began petting his head, stroking his hair in an attempt to offer some comfort from the doctor.

“Alright, it says in the notes that you have discovered Tenko’s quirk but would like a medical evaluation.” Silently you offer a nod and a little ‘yes’, doing your best to not march out the doctor's office. The doctor just gave off such a bad feeling, like you are not enough and are the scum of the earth. A pretty bad feeling to have when you're visiting a children's doctor.

“Okay, I will need Tenko to come with me for the tests, to do the evaluation ” Tenko’s head snapped over to you, big red eyes pleading not to. “It’s alright Tenko, it needs to be done. Besides you never have to again afterwards, doesn’t that sound nice honey?” you calm Tenko down, the small pout on his face tells you he’s not exactly happy with the outcome.

You were ushered out of the room, and into the hallway. Time ticked by slowly, your heart was hammering out of your chest. What if she hurt Tenko, the doctor seemed to be the type to let their prejudice dictate their actions.The door opened after some time “you can come in now” The doctors words were sharp, clearly something happened. The doctor seemed on edge once she came closer to Tenko, and Tenko was sitting in a chair with his head down and trembling fist all scrunched together.

“Well the evaluation is over, I can give you some pamphlets on what to do. But, don’t ever come here again” The doctor said tensely, while she was stocking piles of pamphlets into your arms. The top pamphlet said something along the lines of: how to deal with a villain's quirked child. The nerve of that woman had you seeing red. “Excuse me, did you mean to give me these pamphlets? '' The tone in your voice almost had the fully grown doctor shaking in the knees. The doctor, not wanting to lose face, tried to shift the blame towards you “Well, maybe if you hadn’t had your son so early he would have had a non- villain quirk” she spat out the words, son and villain quirk.

Seeing red still, you scooped up the trembling Tenko and hugged him close. His fists were still clenched together, a sure sign he was uncomfortable with his quirk again. Two weeks of getting better all down the drain p´because of a rookie doctor with quirkism prejudice. “Who are you to tell me or my child, that his quirk is villainous. If anything you are the one behaving like a villain here, I hope you get fired after I contact the hospital about your unacceptable and less than professional approach ” with the scolding of the doctor done, you headed out the door with the softly crying Tenko. When you reached the lobby of the hospital, you swiftly threw out the stupid pamphlets and grabbed your bags. The journey to the car was filled with a lot of kisses to Tenko’s head, and back rubs to the best of your filled hands ability.

The car ride home consisted of you trying to make conversation with Tenko, asking him about his games and other topics that usually got him talking nonstop. But he was mostly silent, only giving a small ‘yes’ or ‘no’ when you asked him direct questions. So you stopped trying to make conversation and instead turned up the volume of the radio, deciding to give Tenko some space and time to process.

Tenko was still mostly unresponsive when you arrived home, so after placing your things away and in their spots you scooped Tenko up and sat ión the couch. “It’s okay Tenko, I love you no matter what the doctor said. Besides I know you a lot better, so I know she was wrong honey. You will be exactly what YOU want to be, it doesn't matter if it's a professional gamer or hero. You quirk is not villainous there is no such thing, so don’t worry honey. ”

Sitting in your lap, and hearing you reassure him was just what Tenko needed. Wailing he flung into your embrace, and sobbed his little heart out. He was so relieved, you loved him and would still keep him. He wasn’t cursed with a villain's quirk, mama said so and she was always right.

After calming down Tenko got sleepy, it took a lot out of his little body to be so pent up with emotion. Before he fell completely asleep his little sleepy voice rang out “I love you mama”. Sighing and smiling a gentle smile you picked up Tenko, choking to put him to bed. With a kiss to his forehead, you could only look forward and swear you would make him continue to feel loved.

It seems like the journey of motherhood is a long one ahead, luckily you were always ready for a challenge. Tenko was going to get the best mama in the world, you would make sure of it.

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 9 months

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Hey, it's the anon who just started therapy again. After reading the answer I need to ask really basic: What is therapy supposed to look like? What does a normal session look like? Does really every (good) therapist have a pokerface and kinda let you figure it out yourself? Because if yes then I surely will have a hard time talking about my past. And how far does the "They aren't suppose to give advices" go? If I talk about a symptom I need an advice from an outside perspective, I won't come to an answer myself. I am really insecure now.

I always thought you'd chat about your week for some minutes and then you'll tell them abiut an issue/symptom and they will, after knowing you, decide which of the tricks they learned in university will help you best. And give you ideas how to put those tricks into reality. Is this so wrong?

Hi anon,

Maybe it's just my brain but I feel like what a normal therapy session is supposed to look like is such a broad question that it's hard to explain. It depends on a lot of things.

Regarding a therapist's poker face, I don't think it's absolutely necessary for a functional session or relationship but it depends on things like the therapist's personal style or what they may feel is a necessary approach for their client. My current therapeutic relationship is more on the casual friendly side but of course still maintains professional boundaries. That being said, every therapist's style is different and it's not necessarily a bad thing if your therapeutic relationship is not that casual or even friendly (they should still be respectful of course).

Some therapists are more inclined to simply reflect what you say and let you think about it and others are more inclined to ask guiding questions to either clarify or make you reflect on something, but it's unusual for a therapist to tell you what the answer is, so to speak. A therapist's job is not really to give advice, that's more along the lines of a counselor. Because again, the goal of therapy is to no longer need therapy, and if a therapist gives you advice then they are enabling your dependence on them, whereas a counselor doesn't have that kind of obligation.

Personally my therapy sessions usually start with a recap of the previous week and then I try to quickly shift gears into continuing the active project. But your therapy sessions may not look like this while you're still in the stage of building rapport.

I hope I could answer your questions. Feel free to send us another ask if you have any follow up questions, or if you need anything.

-Bun

#mod bun #trauma talks

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writer-in-theory · 1 year

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Hi! So uh, this isn't edited at all. I wrote it on the fly and like, I'm half asleep. BUT! I saw you said you're sad and well, I'm that same anon that asked about prompts a while back. I don't expect you to answer this at all. It's wayyyy too big to post to your blog. That's just, cuckoo bananas. I just don't like seeing people sad. So like, random act of kindness type thing. Yah know? Anyway, hope this cheers you up a little? Maybe? Sorry it's so shit! 😂 but it's something!

“I’m miserable,” Eddie’s voice is just a mumble over the phone. His tone matches his words, defeated.

“What? Why?” Steve’s driving home, squinting through his windshield as rain pours down, wipers not doing much.

There’s a long sigh, Steve thinks he can hear an echo. Eddie must be in the bath. That’s how he knows it was bad. Eddie only ever takes baths on really very bad days.

“Well,” Eddie starts, and sure enough, Steve can hear the splash of water as Eddie moves in it. It’s long winded, Eddie’s explanation, takes a lot of detours because Eddie can never just say things straight. He slept past his alarm. 7Eleven didn’t have yellow Red bull, so he had to settle for regular or die drinking sugar-free. When he got outside it was pouring buckets and he slipped in an oil puddle, lost his breakfast sandwich. Ripped the thigh of his jeans in the process. When he got in his van the sunroof was leaking, leaking down into his new pack of cigarettes. When he went to drink his Red bull it exploded on him. Was extremely late to work and was made to do inventory in the back because he, ‘couldn’t be seen on the floor looking like that.’ “Which, like, whatever Jessica, she was wearing crocs with fishnets. Seriously. So, like, what’s the real crime here?”

“Eddie,” Steve chides, grins anyway.

“Really though, Steve. Anyway,” He takes another deep breath. Goes on about how when he went to put in his AirPods, so he didn’t have to sit in silent torture all day, they weren’t connecting. Which, wasn’t surprising because he phone had busted under the weight of his, ‘not so fat ass’ falling down on it. So, silent torture it was. Then, when he got off work he had therapy, which he was more than relieved to actually go to. He needed to vent. Only, when he got there he had, “bumped into your ex.”

“Tommy?” Steve asks and Eddie groans.

“Billy.”

“Oh.”

“He apparently goes to the same therapist as me. He says ‘hi,’ by the way. Wants to ‘catch up’ with you or whatever.” He’s mumbling again, “Does he drive a classic Camaro?”

“Uh, yeah?”

“Asshole,” Eddie tried to say it quietly but Steve heard it none the less. Steve could imagine it. Could see Eddie all dirty, torn clothes, hair clumped up from the Red bull, come face to face with, “He looked like a damn Greek god. Smug, too.” Steve can hear the sneer in Eddie’s voice.

“Don’t worry about him. I’m not interested in catching up. Have you eaten?” There’s a long silence, and Steve can actually hear the loud grumble that emits from Eddie’s stomach. The mention of food probably igniting something in him.

“Big Mac large with a Dr. Pepper and six-piece chicken nuggets, honey mustard. Want an apple pie?”

Eddie stays silent and Steve knows what that means, “And an apple pie,” Steve says, “You finish up your bath, put on my big comfy robe, you know the one that you always steal?” Steve always acts so annoyed by it but he secretly loves it, knows Eddie knows that too, “put on The Fellowship of the Ring, get nice and cozy. I’ll do your hair tonight while you eat.”

Through the silence Steve can hear a small sniffle. It breaks his heart.

“I love you, Eddie,” Steve says, puts his car in park.

“I love you, too, baby.”

“Hold tight, I’ll be home soon,” They say their goodbyes.

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Steve doesn’t just come home with a big bag full of McDonalds. He comes home with a bouquet of sunflowers and big colorful gerbera daisies and two great big Cinnabon cinnamon buns.

“Uncle Wayne!” Eddie pauses the movie as soon as Steve walks in. He’s leaning forward on the couch, eyes glittering as he looks over the Cinnabon bag. It’s of course not literally Wayne but the next best thing Steve could get him. Eddie had told him once that on rare occasions Wayne would have a night off. Which always meant he could take Eddie to school in the morning, dropping by Cinnabon to grab a quick super indulgent breakfast.

“Fuck, you’re the best,” Eddie says, gets up to help Steve get everything together. Only, Steve gently pushes him back down onto the couch.

“Watch your movie. I’ve got this,” Steve says. With a little hesitation Eddie does as he he’s told and watches as Steve sets the coffee table up for him. He lays out his food and settles the flowers in a vase. From there he makes a cozy little nest of pillows and blankets on the ground between the coffee table and the couch. Eddie shifts down into it easily as he starts to dig into his food.

Steve knows how easily Eddie forgets to feed himself. Always ends up like a wild animal by the end of the day, shoving food in his mouth like he’s never eaten before and doesn’t know when he’ll eat again. Steve settles behind him, wraps his arms around his shoulders, nuzzles his nose through the thick curtain of damp hair and kisses at his neck. Eddie turns his head, looks at Steve. He’s got a mouthful of burger and a fry in his hand and Steve presses a kiss to the corner of his lips, picks up a little bit of Big Mac sauce as he does. He doesn’t care, just licks his lips clean of it.

“That was kind of gross,” Eddie remarks after he swallows, a smile on his face regardless.

“Eh, I suck your dick, so,” Steve shrugs. Eddie nods, gives a look that says, ‘fair enough’ before shoving the fry in his mouth.

“I need a real one,” Eddie says around the fry.

“Real what?” Steve asks and Eddie points at his lips. Steve just smiles and leans down, presses a soft kiss to Eddie’s lips. It’s been years and yet, each time still feels like the first for Steve. Electricity flowing from his lips down to his heart, sparks popping over his skin. He pulls back, opens his eyes before Eddie. Eddie’s just frozen, head pressed back against Steve’s thigh. Eddie takes in a deep breath and slowly his eyes open, focus on Steve. Big brown eyes and they hold so many thoughts. Steve thinks the only one right now being ‘Love’.

“I think I’m going to start prepping breakfasts and lunches for you,” Steve says and watches as Eddie’s eyes glaze over. Thinks they’re now saying, ‘adore’.

“I’d like that,” Eddie says and Steve kisses him again.

They spend the rest of the night watching the movie. Steve settled behind Eddie. He’s working through Eddie’s hair. It’s a long process of different products. Conditioner, curl cream, a special brush that he has to twirl the hair on and over. He’s methodical with it. Takes his time, goes slow and gentle. Halfway through Eddie’s a puddle in his lap, dozing in and out of sleep. When he’s done he’s gently crunching up the newly made ringlets with gel. Takes one of Eddie’s black silk hankies and wraps his hair up in it.

Steve’s careful, so careful, to not wake Eddie. He slips his arms down, picks him up bridal style and moves him to the bed. He’d set it up the way Eddie likes it the best. He’s got every one of their fluffy comforters on it, makes a big nest in the middle of the bed. When he settles Eddie down in the middle of it he grabs their biggest fuzziest faux fur blanket and tosses it over him. When he turns to go and clean up Eddie whines, reaches out a hand and Steve turns to take it.

“Stay,” Is all Eddie says and Steve thinks that clean up can wait until tomorrow. Without hesitation he strips down and settles himself into the nest with Eddie.

There’s only a bit of shifting before they end up in Eddie’s favorite position. The one he likes to call, ‘Steve Bearrington.’ Which is just Eddie being the big spoon but likes to think of it more as Steve being his own personal teddy bear.

Eddie can’t say that he’d ever want another day like this, but if he can spend every night being spoiled by Steve Harrington, he thinks it’s more than worth it.

Sorry I posted this so late, I ended up wanting to hold onto it for awhile and re-read it about a dozen times. It's so so sweet and definitely helped me through some rough days, so thank you very much for sharing this with me 💜

Also your choice of Eddie's comfort meal is literally perfect and I love it.

#ask jay #anon #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson

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invisibleraven · 1 year

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The more the merrier

A series of ficlets for @polyshipweek 2023

Day Three: Bed Sharing-Willexie <-AO3

Alex would be the first to admit that he didn’t have the best relationship with sleep. His anxiety made it hard for him to fall, and then since he was a light sleeper, he woke often and the process started all over.

He had become quite acquainted with every crack, spot, and shadow on his ceiling as a result.

It had sadly always been this way, even as a child he found himself having a hard time falling and staying asleep. Even when he was exhausted from a busy day, his mind wouldn’t seem to let him rest. He had tried going to his parents a few times, but eventually they got tired of rubbing his back or singing lullabies to no avail. Would sigh with exasperation and tell him to just go to sleep before storming off.

So he figured he’d try it his own way, especially now that he was out on his own.

He tried melatonin, warm milk, calming tea, and every sleeping pill on the market, but nothing helped. The sleeping pills actually made his anxiety worse sometimes, one even led to a panic attack, so he threw the rest in the garbage after that. Tried changing everything from the mattress to the sheets to his pillows. Made his room every variation of temperature from freezing cold to blazing hot.

And yet nothing changed.

That’s when he saw the ad for the sleep clinic, and in a fit of desperation, decided to call. The receptionist was nice, and cautioned him that some of their methods might be a little out there, but they had rave reviews, so give them a chance. Alex was a bit hesitant, but figured he had nothing left to lose and made his appointment.

The day of though, after filling out the paperwork, he still was half out the door. Maybe he wasn’t meant to have a good night's sleep. Heck, maybe he needed to just try counting sheep again, or some CBD gummies. He’d had decent luck with edibles, but they always left him with a headache and a dry mouth when he used them, and he didn’t want to rely on something potentially addictive.

“Alex?” a kind voice called. He glanced up and almost swallowed his tongue at the extremely handsome man standing before him. He had long wavy dark brown hair pulled into a low messy bun, bronze skin with cheekbones to die for. And the kindest set of brown eyes looking at him above a wide, gleaming smile.

“H-hi,” Alex said, giving a lame little wave, then cursed himself for doing so.

“I’m Willie, let’s get you all set up okay?”

He led Alex into a room where he could change into the jammies he brought with him, and then to a room with a comfy looking bed. There were a bunch of fake candles flickering around and a white noise machine was playing soft rain sounds in the background. The room was slightly chilly, but the bed had some warm looking blankets on it. Plus a very cute looking guy smiling at him in his own jammies-a set covered in cartoon Grogus.

“Hi, I’m Reggie!” he said with a wave. “You must be Alex.”

“I am,” Alex replied. “W-what’s going on?”

“Cuddle therapy,” Willie said from the doorway where he was wearing his own pajamas, which amounted to a soft looking crop top and a pair of cotton athletic shorts.

“What.”

“Cuddle therapy!” Willie repeated. “Look, it’s a bit unorthodox, but sometimes you just need to be held and secure to fall asleep.” Alex gave him an unimpressed look and Willie grinned. “Just give it a chance okay?”

“How does that work, cuddling with strangers making them more comfortable in sleep?” Alex questioned.

“Well we usually talk first,” Reggie offered. “Do a little getting to know you thing, then get our snuggle on.”

“And you are?”

“Reggie’s my boyfriend,” Willie replied. “Also a snuggle bug who works here part time because he gets paid to cuddle while he goes through his doctorate.”

“In math, not medicine!” Reggie says. “Then I can teach it at the collegiate level.”

“I was always crap at math in school,” Alex replied. “Thankfully I don’t need much of it at the library.”

“You’re a librarian?” Willie asked, sitting on the bed and patting the spot between him and Reggie. Alex hesitantly sat down and started telling them about his job, about his hobby of playing the drums, with Reggie loving the bass and Willie being tone deaf.

But Willie also loved skateboarding while Reggie was forbidden from trying it again after he dislocated his shoulder after his last attempt. “What about surfing?” Alex asked through his giggles, though he was sure he’d fare no better than Reggie skating.

“Grew up near Silver Lake, I’m practically part fish,” Reggie replied. “Willie’s not bad either.”

“I’m still learning, but I do love it, the freedom of the waves,” Alex sighed. “There’s nothing like it.”

As time went on, the three of them scooted up the bed, getting comfy. Alex barely noticed as Reggie threw an arm over him or Willie nuzzled into his shoulder. And he wasn’t what you would call tactile, but it felt-nice. Instead he yawned, eyes growing heavy as they traded stories. Then they stayed closed, with Willie speaking softly in his ear, and Reggie humming a tune on his other side.

It was hours later that Alex woke up, feeling more rested than he had in a long time. “Morning starshine,” Reggie said from where his head rested on Alex’s chest. “The world says hello.”

Alex snorted a little, then louder when Willie’s snore hit him from the other side. “Did you two sleep?”

“Mmmhmm, it was nice,” Reggie said. “Did you?”

“Like a baby,” Alex replied. “Suppose this means I’ll have to get a body pillow or a dog or something to cuddle so I can get some rest.”

“You could always come back,” Reggie replied. “This was probably the nicest snuggle session I’ve ever been part of.”

“We could even snuggle at your house,” Willie mumbles and then yawns, blinking up at Alex. “I bet your bed is even nicer to share than this one.”

Oh.

Look, Alex had been single for… quite some time now. And both guys surrounding him were super cute. Plus he genuinely liked them, and they had already gotten through all the awkward first date questions…

“W-we could do that,” Alex replied. “In fact we should do that so we don’t fall asleep here again and get locked in. Though I don’t know how much we’ll sleep after that nap.

Alex saw Willie and Reggie exchange a look, like they knew a way to tire him out. And well, Alex didn’t think he had any problem with that. It was one method that was hard to test out on your own, and his solo forays hadn’t done much for him. Worth a try, and even if he didn’t sleep, well, he didn’t think he’d mind so much afterwards.

So he brought them home, had a wonderful romp in his sheets-and slept. Blessed sleep that only ended when his alarm blared in his ear, everyone grumbling at the obnoxious noise. “I don’t wanna get up,” Reggie grumbled.

“I don’t want you to go,” Alex confessed.

“We can come back, as often as you want,” Willie promised. “Because neither of us are all that keen on leaving either.”

“So date tonight?” Alex proposed. “Snuggles after?”

Both men heartily agreed, and they were over to Alex’s house more often than not after that.

Especially after a few short weeks when they confessed they couldn’t sleep without him now either. Sure it meant getting a bigger bed, but Alex wouldn’t trade their snuggles and the loving embrace for anything.

Even a full night’s sleep.

#polyshipweek23 #my stuff #writing #fanfic #wilexie #julie and the phantoms

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stardustcrusader · 24 days

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processing some stuff under the cut

i think for the first time in a long time, i'm actually allowing myself to grieve my last relationship. it's very embarrassing that it's been almost 8 years since it ended, but i think i just lived in denial for a long time about things ever happening again.

i've been re-reading a bunch of my old posts from when i was in college and it's so painfully obvious i was a nervous, depressed wreck because my father was dying of cancer and i had convinced myself that i would never be good enough or on equal footing with my boyfriend at the time.

my mental illness really ruined our relationship, at least on my end. and it makes me really, really sad to see how badly i was doing back then. in the time since, i did a lot of intensive therapy, got medicated, and got a degree. i work full time and am with someone else now, whom i cherish dearly, but deeply-seated parts of me wonder so fucking much if we met again now...

would anything have gone differently?

it hurts me so much to write this out, but he was probably one of the only people in this world i could be around constantly without issue. even with my current partner, i need time to be alone. time to think, time for silence. we complimented each other so well. it never felt like i got tired of him, just that my anxiety would eat me alive inside for one reason or another. i miss the good parts of that. and i think i would've healed, if he gave me the time and grace to do so.

i look back and it also breaks my heart how afraid i was to ask for help. to lean on him in the ways i really needed to. how i would get sad or frustrated after socializing with our friends over board games because i felt like i was being reminded that he was better than me when i wanted us to be equals. i was so insecure and it made me terrified to be the best person i could've been. it makes me so sad to know i felt that way and makes me wish i could extend some additional kindness to my past self.

as much as i resent it, there are parts of me that wish we could meet again. start over. start from scratch. but i know that's just a dream. it would be cruel to subject my partner to the fallout from that dream.

i reached out to him again recently. i think it was selfish in part, but also because i've really been needing some closure and maybe even a friend these days. i doubt he'll ever respond. i still hope he does any time i've looked at my phone in the past three days. i try to let myself be less alert. to relax. it's getting better. slowly.

i think the reality is, it's time for me to grow up. to let go. to be okay with the fact that i will never have another relationship like that--and maybe that's a good thing. but i also need time to be okay with grieving that.

maybe it's just rose-tinted glasses. maybe it's my ocd-adjacent anxiety. maybe i'm just lonely and desperate because there are things in my current relationship i'm working on and want an easy out. i don't know.

it's bad but... i miss my best friend.

i miss playing video games together. i miss waking up next to his snoring in bed, the morning summer light streaming in through the shutters. i miss him showing me girly french pop songs and the way he laughed when we'd get into tickle fights. i miss trying a sip of his beer or coffee and making a yucky face because it was so bitter. i miss talking with his dad about what it was like when his dad passed away. i miss him offering to pay because he knew i was too broke and would stubbornly do it anyways when i refused. i miss playing board games together even when i lost and would feel bad about myself. i miss making red bean buns in the kitchen together. i miss us flirting by showing off our knowledge of biology. i miss the sex. i miss brunch in the mornings on saturdays and ramen in the evenings when we accidentally put off eating until after 9PM and everything else was closed. i miss forcing myself to try a little bit of carrot cake even though i didn't like it because it was his birthday and it was his favorite and i wanted to see if maybe it would be mine, too. i miss helping him with his essays. i miss his stupid puns. i miss walking to the park when it was nice out because it was so close to his house, i wouldn't even have to drive. i miss him shaking his head at me as i tried to explain some new confounded pseudoscience field i read about. i miss walking him to class on campus because some days made it hard to go, so i always wanted to make sure he showed up, even if he wasn't able to do his best. i miss our talks about how playing the trumpet sucked. how math was hard for me and it made me feel like i'd never catch up to everyone else in my degree. i miss his hair; it was so thick and curly it felt like it could never be tamed unless he kept it short. i miss arguing about which pizza we should order because we were too broke to order more than one. i miss it all.

i do so much of this now. but for some fucking reason, it's not enough. it's not the same. it feels so evil the way that everything is burrowed into my heart, into my soul. like if i could trade everything i have now for a second chance, i would. and it hurts because everything i have right now is incredible. i'm so loved. i feel so safe. but every fiber of my being screams out some days that it's not enough.

and i feel so horrible.

maybe some day i'll accept what's come to pass. maybe some day we'll meet again and try again. i don't know. i can't know. it kills me not to know.

#dnt rb #i feel like im a grown ass adult and should be over it #but im not #im really not #my writing #personal #text post

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mythoughtsforyourpenny · 4 months

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i started a new type of therapy yesterday

somatic therapy

the therapist looked exactly like what you think someone with the title somatic therapist would look like

long, white cardigan

long, black and white polka dot dress

graying hair pulled back in a loose bun

light eyes, soft voice

she told me she liked me

and she doesn't usually say that to her clients

but she just felt like i had a warm presence

i told her it was you

i told her i've always joked that everything good about me comes from you and everything bad about me comes from him

"i know that isn't actually true, but..." always quickly follows

he taught me how to make scrambled eggs

i still think about him every single time i crack an egg

even when i make eggs differently than how he showed me

eggs in a bowl, whisk with a for until it's all the same color, put a small drip of egg on the pan to make sure it's hot enough, pour out the eggs, move the edges inward so they don't stick

when i make eggs that way i remember him more

but i also make them my own way now

different from how he taught me, i think just for the sake of it

no need to check the temperature since im old enough now to know when a pan is hot, crack the eggs directly into the pan, just scramble them when they're in the pan, what's the point of making an extra dish dirty

mom always said every time you'd cook you'd use every dish in the house

i forget what the point of this was

something about trying to distance myself from him

something about making sure every single day that im nothing like him

something like that

i started a new type of therapy yesterday

somatic therapy

i cried a lot

the rubber band started tight and loosened over the session

i told her it was easier for me to lose it in front of her than people i actually know and love and who love me back

she said she was hearing that i had needed to manage someone else's emotions, maybe my father's, maybe his anger

i nodded enthusiastically

she said with sincerity "that sound like a lot" when i told her about the last 5--god is it 6 now?--years

wow, you're right huh?

that does sound like a lot

"that does sound like a lot for a k--"

"i found myself about to say that it sounds like a lot for a kid"

"since my mom died i feel like im fluctuating between 16 and 4"

she thanked me for my time, i thanked her for hers

we set up our new session time

mondays, 10:30am

fuck, i think i need to break up with my other therapist

mondays, 3:00pm

"remember to check in with yourself, you may feel--well, i sometimes call it an 'emotional hangover', have you heard of that before?"

i told her i had heard the term before, but associated it with feeling embarrassed after being vulnerable

she meant it as being stuck in the emotions that we had explored together

i told her im more like to get embarrassed about being vulnerable but reiterated that thats why i like this dynamic

shes a professional and i dont have to worry about her feelings

"i don't like being perceived" i told her

and i meant it

i dont feel embarrassed about yesterday

but i do feel preemptive embarrassment for when i tell people about the session

maybe she was right after all though

i think ill probably spend the day in bed today

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longitudinalwaveme · 1 year

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Ron Pearle's Lear: Act 4 Review

Edgar doesn’t get his whole “things can’t possibly get any worse” speech here. That’s too bad.

But he still gets the line where he calls himself out for tempting fate. That’s odd.

Poor poor Edgar and Gloucester.

The servants have some seriously flat line delivery.

Edgar is insanely cute.

“Is that the naked fellow?” “Aye my lord.” No idea if the servant’s response was supposed to sound as disgusted as it did.

Gloucester seems quite insistent upon holding his arms out straight in front of him even when he has someone to lead him.

Goneril’s hair is down (it was in a bun earlier) and she’s all giggly.

It’s not really funny but I did giggle a little when Albany panicked when Goneril came close to him. Poor Albany.

Wow, she actually slapped him. Wasn’t expecting that. Poor Albany.

Full-on cat-style “meow” when Goneril’s says “marry, your manhood mew”.

Albany’s horrified reactions are quite good.

The string music is a lot softer now.

The Gentleman has an enormous hunting rifle. Kent has a gun too.

The doctor is female in this version. And Cordelia’s voice is much improved.

Regan’s attempts to see Goneril’s letter are very well handled. She does the flirty in-his-space body language well.

For some reason she gives Oswald jewelery when she tells him to go and murder Gloucester.

Edgar has underclothes on now. They seem maybe too modern?

Edgar leads Gloucester around in a circle while he’s leading him “to the edge of the cliff”.

“Farewell” (cups hands around mouth to make his voice seem echo-y). Edgar is a gem.

Gloucester’s fall was more of a roll.

And now Edgar is Southern.

Edgar is so cute.

Edgar’s really really getting into his performance as “guy who saw Gloucester plunge off of a cliff”. He missed his true calling as a theater major.

Lear has lost a lot of his clothes but somehow still has his cape.

Edgar is amazingly adaptable. He slips right into the roles Lear casts him in.

Crazy Lear is surprisingly chill and happy.

The coughing when Lear says he’s not ague-proof is great.

Gloucester actually full-on kneels to crazy Lear. While blind. Both admirable and a sign of some seriously skewed priorities.

Poor Edgar. He’s gonna need some serious therapy after all this.

Edgar falls down whilst attempting to pull off Lear’s (entirely imaginary) boots.

Does Gloucester seriously not have any other name?

Lear’s extensive rant about women’s sexuality was cut. I can’t say that bothers me too much. Especially since they included all of his ranting about the injustices of society.

Poor Gloucester (and his perpetually-extended arms).

Oswald swaggers onstage for murder.

Extreme crazy German-sounding accent from Edgar as he tries to stop Oswald from murdering his father (by running at him and grabbing his leg). He doesn’t have a sword at this point.

Edgar just grabs the sword out of Oswald’s hands. Good work, Oswald.

I’m starting to suspect that this particular production didn’t have any experienced fight choreographers. All of the fights have been very brief and unexciting.

The audience is very happy to see Oswald’s untimely demise.

Why doesn’t Edgar find Regan’s letter? Granted it’s not important to the plot, but still.

The line delivery doesn’t really help me understand whether or not this Edgar had already suspected Edmund before he found the letter.

Time for crying!

Cordelia’s voice is bad again. It seems as though she puts too much emphasis on certain words and causes her lines to sound unnatural.

Good job, show! You’ve successfully made me feel bad for senile narcissist Lear.

Lear’s little stumble is great.

This scene gets me every single time.

#shakespeare #king lear #review #kind of

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ryosmne · 2 years

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Calling out AOT simps.

Hey again, I did this last time with jjk, here's the aot version cause I felt like it, been pretty sick recently and bored out of my mind. This isn't ment to disrespect anyone, everything I say is meant as a joke and not to be taken to heart. I included the characters I already have an opinion on, idk maybe I'll expand the list. Anyways enjoy reading :>

Hange simps: Ok I see y'all, you're valid af, Henge is Hella hot but on a serious note how's your mental health doing? Carrying your friends issues isn't fun, pls take a break, have a cookie and sleep in fuzzy blankets you deserve it. They'd treat you like royalty, I can't roast you, congratulations on your choices. Either just as insanely upbeat as them or very relaxed and you need a person with a very upbeat personality to keep you leveled. 10/10 you're sweethearts and I've never seen an army of simps as hot and with different styles. Casual indie music enjoyer<3

Levi simps: You have attachment issues. There I said it. It's been like what? 9 years since the anime came out and you're still so down bad for this man ever since he baybladed his way into your heart. Most of y'all would drop every anime crush for him, he's top dog for you. Let's face it no one could get him to open up but I don't think you're ready for this conversation. Your family knows about Levi, your friends know about Levi, you're probably never letting him go. For that I'll say you're extremely loyal also you have unrealistic standards in dating. Pretty sure you're great cooks. You have low-key adapted his personality and you're badasses. Also valid 10/10 I think you like chill rnb, idk I can't read y'all.

Mikasa simps: You fell for her cause she's hella strong and gorgeous, she deserves the world and so do you, but for the love of God if I see another word about the unspeakable things you'd do with her menstrural products im coming for your internet connections. I'll skip the obvious need you have for her to beat you up, I love her too I'm down bad for her but I get my daily dose of grass touching, y'all should try it too. I hope you know she hasn't washed her scarf ever since eren gave it to her. 9/10 you need to chill, fucking mappa made us all feral. Dark clothes, You listen to mitski.

Eren simps: Welcome to group therapy, do you want to share something with the circle or shall I go first? :> You have extremely unhealthy habits. No you don't need more caffeine for today, I beg you have a sip of water and some fruit. You don't care if he destroyed everything on earth as long as you got destroyed by him too. You probably read a lot of modern au fics to escape the pain (don't be shy drop your recs in my comments pls, it's a need at this point). If you started the simping campaign in season four you probably simped for Levi before that. You now have a thing for long hair and man buns now. Dog person, alternative look idk I picture y'all with piercings and tattoos. You believe in traumatising people back, who am I to judge? How does it feel to have your entire simp list be villains? If mikasa simps need to touch grass y'all should probably go to a field and start chewing it up, you know what I'm talking about, I won't elaborate. 15/10 if you also simp for his Titan form, bmth enjoyer, if you don't know what music to play you go an Eren Jaeger playlist.

Reiner simps: Who hurt you? I'll just say it, daddy issues. You think you can be a therapist to him, probably give him comfort, you can't I'm sorry. I feel like he'd treat you ok, but please stop going after people who have issues it's not good for you. But I feel you he's so hot and troubled also honkers. You have a thing for big chested anime men, probably also a toji or Nanami simp, dare I say Yami? Can I be honest tho I really like y'all, you're chill and gorgeous with taste, I can ignore the mental health issues too cause this man is something else. 20/10 you give me grunge music vibes.

Armin: Smarty pants, you like control. I low-key think you're a bit crazy in a good way, you seem very calculated but lmao every decision you make is last minute :') you are very well spoken and seemingly calm. He'd treat you great I can't roast you at all, I'm sorry. 10/10 very good choice, let the rest of us burn, dark/light academia aesthetic, I think you get down to some K-pop.

Jean simps: People of culture, you're also cocky like him but not as hot headed. Another man that would give you the world, I also can't roast you, you make better decisions than I ever did in my life. MCU fan. You have a thing for side characters, I think you always like someone other than the MC. You have a thing for hands. 10/10 great street style looks, classic rock enjoyer.

Erwin: Unhealthy, he'd lead you to death just so he could see that basement. He's a crazy bastard, make better choices, you don't deserve to be eaten by titans. You have a thing for authority figures. -100/10 I picture y'all in sundresses and you'd look amazing, you deserve better.

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lale-txt · 2 years

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🍆 online dating headcanons: Whitebeard pirates

a/n: i've had the idea for those on an endless long train ride where the person in front of my swiped heavily through Tinder and Grindr and i saw it all. told @cyborg-franky about it and we took the idea and ran with it because let's admit it, they would all have very wild and chaotic profiles. will do other crews too, because they were so fun!

Ace

he would censor his profile picture with a strategically placed fire emoji 🔥 except that it‘s not an emoji but literally body parts of him on fire

uses every dating app possible. chances are high you will match him on 11 different apps but you never talk

“if you have daddy issues…. damn me too, let’s talk”

he would lie about his age but in a very obvious way

sure, everyone would believe this little twink firecracker is a man in his mid fifties, gotta serve the dilf connoisseurs too

will get pissed and block them though when they let him know he looks like a younger version of his dad (they would know)

he has the lesbian dating mindset and is willing to travel for a promising coffee date

"sexypiratethot69 is 3615 km away" "pops can we do a small detour?"

Marco

his picture is him naked with a strategically placed pineapple

a delight to match, he is easy to connect with, fun to talk to, willing to send a nude if it’s consensual, good dirty talker

will probably ghost you though

not with intention but by accident because he’ll forget the password to his phone

and let’s be honest, he does need a password protected phone with all those little mischievous men around him

he never forgot the one time Ace and Thatch matched him with a particular silver fox who lives on Sabaody Archipelago

things got awkward when they scheduled a video call and the boys thought a pineapple with sunglasses and a voice distorter could do the trick

it didn’t

Izou

lots and lots of aesthetically pleasing thirst traps, candles in the background, playing with light and angles

god you don’t know if you want to match him or be him

everyone uses Izou‘s photos to catfish

which leads to Thatch and Vista having a very awkward first date

maybe a second one, too

maybe they kiss

maybe they get married

maybe Izou murders

maybe Izou matches them all and invites them to a battle royal

Marco: "do you think maybe you went to far?"

he gets bitchslapped, then both of them go on a date and Marco has to pay for everything

as they return the battle is still going on

Marco & Izou would be sipping wine and watch the chaos, perfect date night

Thatch

his profile picture is either him standing naked in his kitchen OR in an apron that looks like a naked chest

maybe also a "kiss the cook" apron

you know those pictures on dating profiles where men hold up dead fish for reasons no one understands?

he would do the same but ask Marco to play dead as a phoenix

lifts him up by the ankle

will send you baguette emojis 🥖 instead of the regular old aubergine

he is very good at sexting

seriously, what a flirt

all the foodies on the Grand Line match him, thirsting for a bite of those thick, juicy buns of his

i would seriously cry if he didn’t match me

will block you if you ask him if he ate the fucking fruit

Whitebeard

his picture is him naked with a strategically placed boat

an old marine boat probably

Marco had to take the picture from up in the air (see you in therapy blue birb)

just imagine your parent on any dating app

they might not be the best with technology but they are shameless

he is open to send the uncensored version of his profile picture if it’s consensual, the reactions to that give him so much life

he would not shy away to tell everyone about his new matches over dinner, leaving everyone with their mouths open by the amount of matches he got

”the magic trick is adding your height in your bio. your dick size too”

everyone (including you) is now thinking about that old marine boat and what was underneath it

don’t be shy, just swipe right on him, you won’t regret it

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honklore · 3 years

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would you consider doing an au where dream is a high school teacher (maybe a math teacher or english teacher or something?) and he has been crushing on his colleague, maybe an english teacher or an art teacher, and his friends have been teasing him quite a bit for it since he hasn’t had the courage to ask them out, which is quite weird considering he’s usually so confident, but it’s just a lot of flirting and shyness between the two until he final caves and asks them out? maybe even some of the students had begun to call him out on not acting on it? it’s perfectly okay if you don’t wanna do this but thank you for reading it :))

you + me = <3 | dreamwastaken

(math teacher!dream, gn!reader, dream likes u oooooh, cute kids, writer knows nothing about chess or how chess tournaments work, you requested high school but i can’t read so i chose middle school sorry!! this is literally nothing like you requested pls forgive me but i has fun, proceed with caution)

song to listen to: roadtrip by dream

i am setting the scene to say that teacher!dream is hot!!!! like, rolled up sleeves and leather watch kind of hot !!!!!!!

dream with fluffy waves that he sometimes ties into a bun if it gets too hot,,, brown roots and blond hair, brown eyebrows, forest green eyes,,,,,, freckles,,,,,

teaches middle school math!! very patient w his kids!!! but also has been known to go on tangents so long that they last until the bell rings

he’s the teacher whose classroom the weird/shy kids sit in at lunch

reads up on his students special interests and tries to ask them about it and encourage them

doesn’t make kids write out their entire process during testing bc he understands some students work in their head and can’t <3

works with different methods to help each kid learn math in their own way

the sweetest ever omg i can’t imagine a nicer teacher than dream

has a open-policy snack cabinet in case some of the kids can’t buy their lunch

has rlly cheesy anti bullying posters on his wall but actually talks to his students about it and makes sure they know he is someone they can go to

okay this is supposed to be a love story not an i heart teacher dream story sorry

you’re the art teacher of the middle school!!! you are also one of the favorites when it comes to teachers

dream is sort of a practical logical comforter and you’re a more dreamy, imagination-based comforter

so the kids ofc have their favorites

you’re a wonderful teacher !!!!

you let the kids use art class as a sort of art therapy, giving them time to do whatever they want with colors and mediums of their choosing

and assignments are usually fun!! you make it fun by giving them good topics that encourage them to express their opinions and personalities !!!

dream has the FATTEST crush on you

it’s so big and he’s very bad at hiding it

literally buys an extra coffee friday morning

slips into your classroom like “oh? hey ___ ? didn’t expect you to be here!!”

you: “in my own classroom?”

dream: “ANYWHO!! they messed up my order AGAIN and gave me a caramel frappe instead of a matcha so you can have it”

he does this every week

new excuses sometimes but it’s always ur favorite flavor, sitting right beside his matcha in a lil cup holder

dream is the type of guy to make sure your fingertips touch when he hands you your cup

so he can blush about it later and pretend it means something

any time he needs supplies or something he goes to you first instead of the communal supply closet

during his break he’ll come in and try to talk to you while your kids are painting

you sometimes sit with him during lunch!! and the kids that all sit in his classroom love you, even if they don’t have art

and every time you do he stutters over his own words and his neck gets rlly red

the kids all give each other side eyes when he does this

math kids 🤝 art kids : tired of witnessing dream’s bad flirting skills

dream brings you a cupcake on your birthday and a little necklace w a crystal on it :/

“i googled crystals for protection!! because i want u safe always!! and i made sure it was sustainably sourced!! let me know if you don’t like it!!”

how could you not like it :(

his eyes are wide and almost worried and when you give him a big smile he gets so happy like :((

your students are just. super still behind their easels hoping this is the moment you’ll actually kiss him

but no

it isn’t until a few of your kids come up one day and ask about forming an official chess club

they need at least one teacher willing to supervise and go on tournament trips and stuff

half of the team asks you and the other asks dream

but they don’t communicate that to each other

so it’s a saturday when both you and dream show up to the school in your casual clothes, unlocking one of the rooms for the kids to practice in

you help some kids set up while dream takes a few to the side and begins to teach them the basics, since not everyone who joins is an actual player

some just wanted to be w their friends ^u^!!!

but dream keeps catching your eye over the sea of middle schoolers and it makes your cheeks heat up whether u want them to or not

the two of you becoming the unofficial parents of the middle school chess team; you take turns supervising but usually both go to trips for tournaments!!

there are six students who make up the chess team + a few who just come for the snacks and respite

and your team is actually so good they qualify for state

and it’s going to be an overnight trip !!

some parents have also agreed to come chaperone

the team is so excited!!! the entire team got to go even though only a few are competing

theres a lot of lovely support going around

your kids are expressive and bright, all wearing special t-shirts they made that count as “uniforms”

they are twelve and dgaf about what ANYONE has to say

puffy markers and all

and before the tournament they surprise u and dream with ur own shirts :(( they are so sweet omg

and ofc you and dream wear them!!! fashion be damned!!!!!

the shirts are like MR WASTAKEN LOVES HIS CHESS TEAM

TEACHER ___ LOVES THEIR CHESS TEAM

AND THERES AN IRON-ON PICTURE OF YOU GUYS AND UR KIDS — EVERYBODY IS CHEESING AND ITS JUST SO SO CUTE

man they just look up to you guys so much

they really needed a place to fit in and your club gave them that

even the ones who are HORRIBLE at chess are sitting in the bleachers with you guys, cheering on their friends ><!!

it’s all so wholesome omg

and your team ends up qualifying !!!!!!!! it’s huge !!!!!!! you all go out for celebratory milkshakes sponsored by mr wastaken !!!!!

and everyone falls asleep with a big smile on their face that night

the next day is full of driving,, and you and dream share a lil seat at the back of the bus

all the kids are winding down, listening to music or playing games on their phones

and dream is so warm, shoulder pressed against yours when he hands you one of his earbuds and is like ,,,, do you want to listen to music with me?

and ofc you do

so the two of you take turns picking songs

dream adds them all later to a playlist called ___ and dream’s epic roadtrip playlist

now that interstate is paved with memories amirite?

once all the kids are picked up at the school, you are about to call your roommate to come pick you up

but dream is like. i can drive you home

dream is that guy who drives with one hand and keeps the other on top of the gear shift <3

you’re just excitedly recounting all the kid’s faces and all the silly stories you were told in the hotel when dream is finally at your apartment complex

and he just bursts

“i really like you”

and you’re just. stunned bc you knew he was fond of you but you never thought he’d be brave enough to SAY it

“i like you too dream!!”

“would it be too cheesy to walk you to your door and kiss you goodbye?”

“maybe... but i like cheesy.”

thank you for requesting!!!

#I fully believe dream is horrible at flirting #dreamwastaken au #dreamwastaken x you #dreamwastaken x reader #dreamwastaken fanfic #mcyt au #mcyt fluff #mcyt x reader

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traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors · 3 months

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Looking for advice

How does one get back to loving something? I used to love a lot of things and they were things I did with my abuser or that my abuser encouraged or praised and after they assaulted me I find myself just not liking it anymore. It's not like I hate it and I don't think it's a trigger but it's like I've lost all passion for it. I used to love art and we were going to make a comic together with my abuser writing the story and me drawing it but now I can't draw the characters I made for but I can't bring myself to draw in general no matter how much I try I just end up giving up. It's not just art either, we had a lot in common and now I find myself not wanting to read anymore or play games, pretty much anything I enjoyed because we used to talk about books and comics we both liked or played games together.

It's been maybe 4 or 5 years since the abuse ended but I still can't enjoy anything I used to love and I feel so empty because it feels like I don't enjoy anything anymore.

Hi anon,

This process can look different for everyone. In my case it was a slow, gradual process, addressing each piece individually at a time where I was fully prepared to sit with any discomfort that may come up, and approaching it with gentle persistence to reclaim it for myself. If you still feel disturbed by these things, then it's important to honor that and give yourself more time. Ultimately, attempting to get back to loving things that have become almost triggering for you is something that, generally speaking, is done a long way down the healing journey.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional like a therapist can help you navigate this process in a safe and healthy way, especially considering that "exposure therapy" like this can potentially cause retraumatization. A therapist can also potentially explore some of your experiences that could be a cause for concern, like losing interest in activities you used to enjoy.

If anyone has any other comments or suggestions, feel free to add on. Otherwise, I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

#trauma talks #mod bun #tw abuse #tw sa

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thewriterowl · 3 years

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DinLuke Headcannons

Luke fell for Din at first sight. Din did not.

Luke told Din about two weeks later. Din was a mess but with how easy-going Luke is he was able to get comfortable, though he felt guilty for rejecting his feelings, and be around Luke as a good friend.

Din realizes he’s in love about seven months to a year later.

When Din realized he was in love it was a sucker-punch and needed to be away for a while to come to terms with it. He isn’t able to tell Luke for another few weeks though.

While Luke’s confession was sweet, heartfelt, and honest it was also just very simple and during a quiet conversation. Din either confesses when in the middle of a battle, Luke is hurt, or someone else starts to show interest in the Jedi. Basically, he responds to panic to confess his love.

Luke prefers to keep his hair longer but it can be a bit of a frustration to take care of since it is wavy and curls at the end. He gets frustrated with it often when he has to train or battle (not quite long enough for a bun--he needs to learn from Leia how to braid it). He is close to chopping it off again, like when they first met, but Din really loves to push it behind Luke’s ears for him and likes to play with it since it is all silky. So Luke keeps it a bit longer.

Luke LOVES Din’s hair. He plays with it all the time. but he really loves Din’s facial hair. He strokes at his jaw a lot which makes Din practically purr.

They start sleeping together almost immediately but they do not have sex for a while. Neither have had the highest sex drive (potential one or both are virgins) so they are just very happy to have someone to sleep with and hold.

They probably get married pretty quickly too. Both seem very aware each other is IT and they would have no interest in anyone else. Love each other? Ok then, let’s get hitched and we’re burning the receipt (aka marriage certificate) so you can’t return me. You’re stuck here forever.

Tatooine did not have any sort of ceremonies except maybe signing of papers, since slavery was so prevalent and life could be seen as commodity marriage certificates could help get someone back if they were captured, but Din is very into the idea of something (no Luke, he’s not romantic, shut up). At this time, Luke has probably given up on the fake skin and keeps his mechanical hand under the glove...so Din creates a Mudhorn signet on a brand new Beskar hand and that’s sort of how he proposes (tho they probably already said the vows). Luke loves it. He also offers to get a tattoo of the Mudhorn which makes Din swoon. And when he gets it that may be the breaking point in tackling Luke to bed.

Din, who already had tattoos, offers to get the Jedi symbol. Luke says he doesn’t have to. Din gets it. (this time Luke tackles him to bed)

Din does his best to refuse to be involved in Mandalorian drama and hides in domestic life, despite that he keeps getting dragged into it. People keep trying to come get the saber from him...he keeps winning. Luke is both concerned and amused.

The Darksaber is very in love with Luke too. It will leave Din alone about being Mand’alor as long as they stick with Luke. It can handle a domestic life as long as it has a hot husband.

Grogu becomes very toddler-possessive over Luke (sometimes just to be a brat to his Buir). Din is amused. And jealous.

Despite his poor sense of taste, Luke is great with making savory things. He cooks as much as he can for his family. He makes the best meat stew with the perfect amount of spice that reminds Din of his parents.

Despite liking to claim he is salty and bitter, Din can actually make (or select from the shops) really good desserts that he uses to his advantage to his sweet-tooth husband’s dismay (oh you want this cake???? Good husbands who go to therapy get cake.)

Luke twitches a bit, nerve damage and PTSD, and is curled up to his side when he sleeps. Din just lands in one position and is a rock the entire night. He has fallen asleep face first into the pillows before. Luke has no idea how he didn’t die.

Neither will deny or admit if the other snores (they claim it is to avoid embarrassment...everyone is pretty sure it’s because both are idiots with weird sleeping patterns and have no idea and don’t want to admit they don’t know something about the other)

Grogu knows.

Luke gardens. It makes him feel close to his family. He is very good at it! He focuses more on herbs and such...but he has some pretty flowers.

Din touched a squash plant once and it basically died on the spot.

Without the need to bounty hunt constantly, Din realized he does not have many hobbies. for a few months his hobby was hobby searching. he just can’t function on his family and training alone. Since he is so not interested in being the king, the Armorer offers to teach him more on how to blacksmith. Din picks it up very, very well and makes Luke and Grogu all sorts of trinkets as he practices.

he is also strangely good at sketching. he uses it to plan out designs but he does have a book of Grogu and Luke he has hidden away.

Luke and Grogu know about it.

#dinluke #luke skywalker #din djarin #star wars #the mandalorian #love them #domestic time

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