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patscorner · 2 days

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FAMILY DINNER PART 3

Summary: Chris joins your family for dinner for the first time and it does not go as planned

Tw: Swearing, narcissistic dad, verbal arguing, panic attack mentions of alcohol use, use of taser, police, mentions of ed(NO DETAIL), lmk if I missed something

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The door swings open, and your eyes widen. You're met with two police officers, hands on their tasers, faces of stone. Behind them are 3 cop cars all parked haphazardly on your front lawn.

How long were you out of it? Who called them? Why are there so many of them?

You gasp, and Chris squeezes your hand. You look at him before looking at the officer. "Hi, how can I help you?" You ask, not even attempting to hide the nervousness.

"Hey, we got a call from a David, saying that he was attacked." The officer looked at Chris with raised eyebrows. "You wanna tell me what happened to your face, kid?"

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me." You speak out. "DAD?!" You yell into the house leaving Chris behind, and turning around and frantically searching for your father. You walk into every single room and not a David in sight.

When you get to the one room you hadn't checked, you notice it's locked. You put your ear to the door and listen closely. "Dad?" You ask loudly. All you get for an answer is soft sobs. Shit.

You reach on top of the door frame and grab a small key, swiftly unlocking the door. You swing the door open, looking frantically for the sound of the sobs. The lights off, so you turn it on, only to be met with your younger sister, Julia. She's sitting on the floor of the closet in the fetal position, just like you had been a couple of years prior. Your heart broke as she reminded you of your past experiences of this fucked up family.

"Hey, hey, hey, baby, hi." You say, kneeling down to her and pulling her onto your chest. Her sniffles turn into harsh sobs as she melts into your chest.You run your hands through your sisters curls as you feel your chest tighten with sympathy.

"Shhh, it's okay... it's okay." You whisper in her hair, planting a kiss. "What happened, baby?" You ask, pulling away to look at her face. Julia wipes her tears, looking up at you sadly.

"You don't know?" Her voice cracks. You tilt your head in confusion, waiting for her to elaborate. "Unless you're talking about dinner, I have no idea." You say. Julia sighs, looking down at her hands.

“Take your time. Don’t rush it.” You run your hair through her curls. She sighs deeply, closing her eyes before speaking. “While you were… away…” She smiles, and you laugh slightly. Julia always had a way of lightening the mood with humor, much like Nick. “Dad got upset. He… he had your boyfriend...”

Your heart sinks, knowing whatever comes out of her mouth could either be a gift, or a curse.

“Your boyfriend punched him… and then the one with the cool necklace pulled him off- and- and then dad came into the living room…” You feel her heart rate pick up as you pull her impossibly closer. You have no idea what’s coming next, and at this point, you don’t know if you want to. “Shhh, slow down.” You drag your hands through Julia’s hair, providing comfort for the both of you.

She takes a deep, shaky breath. “Dad, he yelled at Maya. And James came and stood in front of her. James wouldn’t move, and so Dad pushed him… and the blonde boy-Nick, I think- he hit Dad. And the man with the necklace had to hold him and Chris. Mom was crying, and Maya, too.” She breathes out. “She called the police… and Dad took the phone and told them that he was attacked.”

You nod slowly, anxiety growing deeper as you remember Chris’s bruised face, realizing that it looked worse than before. “I’m sorry.” Julia whispers so softly, you almost miss it. You shake your head and squeeze her tighter, if that was even possible.

“It’s not your fault, it’s never your fault. Do not blame yourself, it’s not your fault that you were born into this fucked up family. It’ll be okay, love.” You say. A comfortable silence falls between you two, the only thing being heard is her sniffles. You feel tears brim your eyes as you realize, Julia is a younger you. This was you only five years ago. This was you crying in Peter’s arms. This was YOU, praying for the yelling to stop, hoping your parents would come to their senses and just hug you. You were heartbroken that after all this time, nothing had changed. Your prayers were left unanswered, and your hope had dissipated over the years, slowly accepting the fact that your family was fucked, and there was nothing you could do to change it. After all this time, it was still the same. And you pray that it changes by the time Maya is 15.

The peace only lasts for a short moment (per usual), as loud screaming could be heard from downstairs. You both take a deep breath as you both stand up and go investigate. You take Julia’s hand in yours, pulling her behind you until you reach the bottom of the stairs. “Take Maya upstairs, keep her calm, she’s seen more than enough.”

“But-”

“It’ll be okay, Jules. Protect her, please. I’ll find James, and he’ll be up there soon.” You watch tears fill her eyes once more, before pulling her into a quick, heartfelt hug. You kiss her forehead before turning around and running outside. If the neighborhood didn’t know of your dysfunctional family, they sure as hell do now.

The scene outside is chaos. Nick is yelling at the top of his lungs, having to be held back by an officer and Matt. His screams are directed to your dad, who is on the ground, Chris on top of him, who also has officers attempting to hold him back. You knew Chris was strong, but you didn’t know he was able to hold off two officers, as well as still throwing punches at your dad.

All you can do is watch in shock, until you notice an officer reach for his taser. “WAI- '' your cut off by the sound of the prongs of the taser being released into the air, attaching themselves to Chris, eliciting a loud, strained groan from the boy. The groan held for a couple of seconds, until you hear Chris gasp for air, as his muscles relax.

“You stupid motherfucker! You’re tasing the wrong person! Maybe try tasing the abuser!” Nick hollers as you all watch Chris be put in handcuffs. “Get the fuck off of him!” Matt yells, leaving Nick’s side, moving quickly towards the officer, but he’s stopped before he can do anything stupid.

“Back the fuck up!” The officer shouts, pointing the taser at him. “I know you’re upset, but you need to calm the fuck down. Or else everybody’s going to jail.” Matt puts his hands up in defense, as he watches the other officer put your dad in cuffs. You scoff as you see your father putting on a face of fake innocence, one he’s been using for years, one you know all too well. Chris is put into the back of the cruiser, the officer getting into the driver's seat.

Nick isn’t yelling anymore, but he’s speaking passionately to the officer. You really commend the officers you were given this time around. Previous run-ins with law enforcement told you that they could either be real dicks, or the best people you’ve ever met, no in between. Matt had made his way over to you, hugging you tightly, as you started to come back to reality.

You don’t know when you started crying, but the tears fell regardless. Matt shushed you, just as Chris did earlier, accept this time, you were interrupted. “Hey, we need to talk to you guys,” a voice rings from behind you. You look up as Matt turns around to see one of the officers, with Nick behind him. You glance back into the house, seeing James, eyes wide with horror.

You looked at Matt. “Can you go with him, please? I gotta make sure Chr-” Matt cuts you off with a hug. “Of course, go handle your shit, I got ‘em.” You nod into his chest, before flashing James a weak smile. Matt turns around, leading James upstairs, presumably to find Jules and Maya.

You turn around, meeting the apologetic eyes of Nick, and the sympathetic gaze of the officer. You sigh, sitting down on the wooden steps. “What do you need to know?” you spoke out, starting to get a headache from tonight. You just want it to be over. You wished it was a bad dream..

“Listen, I know you’ve had a long night, so I’m gonna try and get out of your hair as soon as possible, especially because I know there’s kids inside.” The officer spoke kindly, something you didn’t expect. “I’m Officer Garroth, and I’ll just start off with some basic questions.”

You nodded, and answered the same questions you’d been asked many times before, once again reminding you of your childhood. “Okay, so what happened tonight?” you sigh deeply. “I’m not really sure. I remember an altercation with my dad and Chris at dinner, but after that, I have no idea.” Officer Garroth tilted his head, confused by your wording. You look at Nick, who nods, convincing you to continue speaking.

“My brain does this thing, that the second shit gets all wild, and like, aggressive, I just shut down. I don’t have any idea what’s going on around me, like my brain puts me in a little bubble.” You close your eyes and take a deep breath. “My therapist said it’s from all the past yelling and… all of this, at such a young age, it’s a coping mechanism.” You look up at the officer, who writes all of this down, careful not to miss anything.

“You said this has happened before?” He asked, pushing for more information. You nod. “So many times.” you whisper, licking your lips as you look down. He hums in response. “Alright, thank you. I’ll be back.” he said as he turned to walk away.

“Wait-” you say, cringing at your fragile voice, pathetically trying to gain volume. “Is he going to jail?” you weren’t 100% sure who you were referring to, your dad or your boyfriend. On one hand, you know that your dad should be imprisoned, for everything he’s done to your mom, for everything he’s said to your siblings, to you. But you also know how little control your mom actually has, and how hard it’d be for her to take care of three kids on her own. How little she’s actually done for any of you. She just stood back and watched as you and your siblings took the brunt of your fathers drunken, and sometimes sober, anger.

Chris, on the other hand, his anger was understood. His was warranted, you just wished he would have kept his cool, just a little longer. But you don’t blame him. Chris had grown up under the impression that family was everything, that when the whole world is seemingly against you, you’ve got your family behind you, to help you carry the burdens that weigh you down. But that’s not the case for everyone, 75% of families consider themselves dysfunctional. And Chris had just witnessed firsthand that you are a part of that percentage. It was overwhelming, and Chris had no idea someone so sweet, so caring, could come from people who didn’t give a shit at all.

Officer Garroth smiled sadly. “I’ll see what I can do. Hang tight.” he turned away and this time you let him walk away. You didn’t have any tears left, but you still felt like crying. What a fucking disaster. Nick put his hand on your shoulder, before pulling you into a hug. You melted into his arms, angry at him, angry at your mom, your dad, and even Chris.

“Why? Why couldn’t they just be normal.” You say, your voice muffled in Nick’s hoodie. He just holds you, shushing you occasionally. “It’s not your fault, love. A daughter shouldn’t have to beg their father for a relationship.” You laugh, tears starting to fall down your face. “Fuck you, I just stopped crying.”

Nick laughed, pulling away, wiping your tears. “Sorry, babes.” he shrugged. You shook your head, looking up towards the two police cruisers. “Home sweet home.” Nick leaned against you. You eye a black Camaro on the end of the street, the headlights off, but the car on. You go to say something, but before you can, you notice Officer Garroth coming towards you.

You instinctively sit up, Nick’s face furrows in confusion, but when he realizes who’s coming, he also sits up. You pray that Chrsi doesn’t go to jail, that your father isn’t that cruel to actually press charges.

“Alright, so I have good news and bad news. Unfortunately, there’s more bad than good.” he says. You nod. “What’s the good news?” Nick asks.

“Well, David is going to jail. Resisting arrest, and assaulting an officer. He could potentially gain more charges based on what you told me, as well as your mother, for child neglect.” You nod, not really knowing how to feel. You don’t care about them, not as much as you care about Chris at least. “What about Chris?” you ask.

Officer Garroth cleared his throat. “That’s the bad news. He’s probably also going to jail tonight. He did resist arrest. He also could be charged with assault and battery, but that’s highly unlikely, considering who he assaulted and why. If he gets a nice judge, those charges could easily be dropped.” Your heart drops with disappointment, you were hoping for something better than that. “How much would it be to bail him out, tonight?” You weren’t particularly fond of the idea of Chris spending the night in jail, and although he’d proven he could handle himself, jail was much different than fighting your girlfriend's abusive father.

“There's more bad news. He probably can’t be bailed out tonight, but you’d have to ask the county jail commissioner. And if he could be, it’s not cheap. 60 grand at least.” Your eyebrows raise as Nick gasps in surprise. “What the fuck? 60 grand for WHAT? 60k for him beating the fuck out of an abuser??” Nick spoke out. You put your hand on his shoulder, knowing the officer can’t do anything, and he’s just relaying information. Not that that’d stop Nick, he’d shot the messenger many times before, and he was afraid to do it again, whether that person was on law enforcement or not. Nick took a deep breath before looking down at his shoes. The poor boy was just as stressed as you, although you were used to this, desensitized to the adrenaline rush,

“Okay. Can I talk to Chris before you leave?” You ask, hopeful. The officer hesitates, but after considering the circumstances, he nods, walking you to the cruiser Chris is in the back of.

He unlocks the door, and you open it, making eye contact with Chris’s glossy blue eyes. “Baby.” his voice cracked as you leaned in and gave him a hug. He sniffled into your shoulder. “ ‘m so sorry. ‘m so fucking sorry, ma.” his voice muffled by your shirt, as you feel his tears soaking through it.

“It’s okay, baby, it’s okay. I know. You did what you thought was right.” You say, your voice cracking once again. Chris pulls away, looking you in your eyes. Your hands go up to cup his jaw, thumbs running over the bruises littered all over his face, leading down to the cut on his lip. He winces and you look at him apologetically.

“Are you okay?” Chris spoke out softly. You shake your head. “Not yet, but as soon as we get you outta here, I will be.” Chris nods, leaning his forehead against yours. You pull him into a passionate kiss, your hands still cupping his jaw. He sighs into the kiss, whining when you pull away. “God, I fucking love you.” he whispered.

“I love you, too, baby. How’s your back?” you say pulling away. “Electric.” He flashed you a toothy smile. You smile and roll your eyes. “Seriously. How are you feeling? Anything hurt too bad?”

He shakes his head. “Nah, it’s nothing, baby. Getting tased hurts like a bitch, though.” He said, looking towards the driver's seat, where the officer who tased him typed on a computer.

“Sorry, son, just business.” the officer spoke. You chuckled lightly, looking back at Chris. He was already looking at you, examining your features.

“You should get some sleep, ma. I know you're exhausted.” You shake your head. “I’m not sleeping tonight and you know that.”

“Alright, love birds, time is up. Sorry to break this up.” the officer from the front seat called. “The other cruiser just left, so it’s our turn.”

You sigh, kissing Chris once more. “We’ll be there as soon as they allow you visitors. I’ll do whatever I can to get you out.” Chris nods. “Don’t worry, ma. I got this. I’ll be alright.”

“You better. I can’t lose you, too.”

You nod, backing up, and before you close the door, you both exchange ‘I love yous’. You back up, letting the cruiser pull out of your driveway.

You back up into Nick’s arms, sighing deeply. “Where are we going to get 60 grand?” you speak out quietly. Nick breathes in. “I have no idea.”

Suddenly, an unfamiliar but familiar voice meets your ears. “I do.”

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virginsexgod69 · 1 day

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Mourning

pairing Daryl Dixon x F! Reader

summary Sunny skies reemerge and Daryl is tasked with the decision to stay or go.

cw mention of child loss, crying, sadness

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Daryl was almost disappointed to see that behind the first locked door was a child’s bedroom. Inside was a twin bed with a blue comforter, the same shade of blue that the rug with little dinosaurs on it was. The dresser by the window had a few trophies on it as well as a few toys. As he scanned the room, he looked for possible places you could’ve hidden his stuff. It was unlikely that it would fit in the small bedside bookshelf but it could possibly be in the toy box that sat alongside the wall. You hurried out the room with a morose look upon your face and pushed past him before unlocking the second door. Your focus wasn’t on him, so now would have been the perfect time for him to search the bedroom in hope of finding his weapons, but, when he heard a gut wrenching sob come from the other room, he abandoned his plans.

When he peeked his head in the doorway of the other room, the first thing he saw was a tree sticking through the broken window. He could feel the coldness of the wind and rain blowing into the house. When he looked down, he saw you, on your knees sobbing in front of a crib that was broken by the fallen tree. You didn’t seem to care that you were kneeling in shattered glass as you held pieces of the crib’s broken wood in your hands. He looked away, feeling like he walked in on something he wasn’t meant to see, something far too vulnerable for a stranger’s eyes. This room looked like a nursery, baby stuff was everywhere. He glanced back up at the broken window and saw walkers slowly walking up the hill, approaching your house. The noise from the tree falling must’ve attracted them.

“C’mon, we can’t stay in here. Walkers are comin’,” he warned. You either couldn’t hear him over the loud winds and your sobbing, or you were ignoring way. Either way, he was growing impatient and wasn’t about to leave you to the walkers. He walked over to you and grabbed your upper arm. “Did ya hear me? We gotta get outta here!” he said a little louder. You roughly snatched your arm from his grasp and sobbed even louder.

“My baby! I’m n-not leaving my baby!” you wailed before wrapping your arms around yourself and crumpling even further into the floor. Daryl looked around the room but there wasn’t a baby in sight. Even in the broken crib, there was no sign of a baby. “Ain’ no baby in here, let’s go!” You stumbled behind him as he dragged you out of the room. He locked it from the inside before slamming it shut. You slid down the wall, still crying out for your baby. Daryl didn’t know what to do. He was reminded of that day Sophia walked out of the barn as a walker and the devastation he felt, although, that didn’t seem comparable to what you were going through, now. You hugged your knees to your chest, still sobbing as Daryl stood there uncomfortably. He didn’t know what else to do, so he grabbed you a water bottle from the stash you found yesterday and sat beside you in silence.

Gentle beams on sunshine shone on your face, waking you from a sleep you weren’t ware you’d fallen in. You smiled to yourself, happy to see the sunshine for the first time in a while, but that happiness was quickly overshadowed by the memories of last night. Tears pricked your eyes at the memory of your daughter’s broken crib. When you lost your children, you left their rooms untouched, perfect shrines of what once was. Sometimes, it felt like they were still here, just sleeping peacefully in their rooms. Going in those rooms for the first time in a long time was a cruel reminder that they weren’t. Seeing that tree destroy your baby girl’s nursery almost felt like losing her all over again. You were feeling unmotivated and just wanted to stay in your bed -which you didn’t remember getting into- and just succumb to a dreamless sleep, but then you remembered your house guest.

You forced yourself out of bed, not bothering to change into fresh clothes or freshen up and plodded your way into the kitchen. Daryl was sitting where he usually sat, by the fireplace leaning against the hearth. When he caught your eye, you quickly turned away, embarrassed of your breakdown the night before. He didn’t need to see that side of you, or any sides of you for that matter- he was just a guest. You pulled his crossbow and knives out from the cabinet under the kitchen sink -a place you thought he’d never look, especially since they were hidden behind your pots and pans.

“Here’s your stuff,” you said, placing the weapons on the kitchen island. You cringed at how raspy your voice was from all your crying.

“Y’alright?” He asked, concern lacing his voice.

“Mhm, how’s your leg? I can check it out, see how it’s healing before you go,” you said, redirecting the subject.

“Nah, s’okay.” He stood up and approached the kitchen island. You prayed he wouldn’t notice how puffy your eyes were or how much of a mess you looked. You moved away from him and grabbed a bunch of cans off from the counter and shoved it in his direction.

“Take as much food as you need. I’m sure your people’ll need it when you find ‘em.” Your eyes watered at the mention of his people. You were just getting used to having company, someone to take care of, but he’d be off soon, leaving you lonelier and sadder than before. “Need anythin’ else?” You asked, a fake smile plastered on your face to fight back the tears, but you were sure it looked more like a pained grimace. Daryl just wordlessly stared at you and as he did it became harder to keep up the facade. Your chin and lips trembled as fresh, hot tears cascaded down your face. A sob forced its way out of your throat, followed by another. You clamped your hand over your mouth and turned away from Daryl, unable to hold back your emotions.

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t…I don’t even know why I’m crying. I-” You inhaled a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself. “Just go!” You begged weakly. You just wanted him out of here so you can start reacclimatizing to the loneliness. The cabin was silent for a moment, until you heard the sound of Daryl putting his crossbow back onto the counter.

“I ain’ gonna leave, not while yer like this.”

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oh wow, i didn't think i'd have this out so soon, go me i guess? anyway, thanks for reading!!!!!! =]

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sh0tanzz · 3 days

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Who would be the best at comforting their crying s/o?

this made me ijbol because about 3-4/7 members struggle with expressing their own emotions but frm what I see they’re all capable but in different ways

Shotaro & Sungchan : They are able to deeply empathize with you due to their own run ins with very harsh emotions and will do the typical warm comfort things. Acts of services like getting/doing something for you to help you feel better. Sungchan might comfort you in ways that helped him when he was younger and Shotaro would probably already know you’re upset before the waterworks and might do tasks for you and buy things he knows you love

Anton & Eunseok : Will comfort you BUT must bring you back into reality first. Reminds you that everything will be ok and however you’re feeling is temporary and any problems you’re going through will be solved and he’d give you solutions. He’ll comfort you ofc ofc hugs and everything but he’s gotta be real with you. Anton will talk you through it while Eunseok carefully listens

Sohee & Seunghan : Cheering you up. They’ll try to improve and change your mood first before having you tell them what’s wrong or rant, they’ll both comfort you. Will talk you into seeing the more optimistic sides of situations and trying to make you laugh. Would probably have you two go out to take your mind off of what’s upsetting you. Sohee would give you optimistic advice while Seunghan will comfort you through affection and laughs mostly

Wonbin : Hugs. he’d be more invested on making you comfortable and to feel relatively relaxed before making you talk about anything. Physical affection to the TTTT holding you while you guys lay together until you’re ready to discuss things. Blankets, a movie etc etc If you want something tell him so he can do exactly what you ask rather than assuming what you want/need. Listens and tries to understand on both an objective and subjective pov

#sh0tanzz #riize

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rainbowinbeigeboots · 2 months

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do you ever just cry while thinking about how tender creature is with lisa or are you normal?

#something about that peach ring proposal scene just gets me and the way he just looks at her with so much love #granted it could be because i’m really depressed rn but damn does that scene in particular get me #i’m so mad the site i usually use isn’t working for me for some reason rn #and i could go to my local theatre since they’re still showing it but god i’d have to get out #but also god i REALLY need to watch this film rn bdcause it unfortunately is my current comfort film/hyperfixation #and i can’t justify paying the digital price for it while i already preordered the physical copy #save me lisa frankenstein save me #somehow gotta make it to fucking sunday when i’m going to see it again #until then i’m just gonna stare at gifs and cry about how sweet they are #lisa frankenstein #meaghan rambles

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genderjester · 4 months

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most annoying parental-ish figure in the world and his adoptive son of sorts who's been in his rebellious teen phase since primary school

#gojo satoru #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #gojou satoru #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jujutsu kaisen fanart #jjk fanart #my art #i care them...weirdest fucking mentor mentee duo #can u. can u imagine a 19 year old gojou going to like parent teacher meetings at megumi's school im crying #gojou when megumi comes to him for comfort: oh shit it's gotta be bad fr #au where getou shoko and gojou raise the twins & megumi & tsumiki together...........pls........they couldve been fambly...

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houstonproblemzzz · 1 year

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I think, as a mlp mp100 liker… it could only ever have been reigen infamous wing hands (part 1)

#mp100 #mob psycho 100 #mp100 mlp au #mp100 s1 spoilers #serirei #ichibomi #terumob #my art #fanart #reigen arataka #gotta love wing hands :)#ponification #ponies r SUCH a comforting thing for me to draw haha #I drew WAY more then I expected when I started XD #absolutely LOVED this show <3 #I know he doesn’t cry easy but listen he needs it ok I need it for him <3 #‘how big r reigen’s wings?’ as big as the drawing calls for XD

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mousetaur · 27 days

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Also, while I'm on the topic of preschool kids, when I started my job, I thought my coworkers were desensitised to crying because they didn't always respond

And as a novice child look afterer but big time child lover, I was like "baby cry, me sad"

But now I know

Kids have different cries for different situations and after a while of knowing that kid and kids in general, you get better at distinguishing them

They weren't desensitised- they instead became hyper tuned in to Important Cries

Bevause kids will cry for so many reasons

And you need to be able to distinguish between

"I'm crying because I fell and am Actually Hurt"

"I'm crying because I fell and I'm not hurt but I AM offended"

On top of that, there are a myriad of cries happening at any given time:

"I'm crying because I want to do something but I'm not physically capable" (I.e. climb up something but I'm only One)

"I'm crying because I want to play with something and another kid is playing with it and won't give it to me"

"I'm crying because I tried to steal something but couldn't"

"I'm crying because I was playing with something and another kid stole it from me"

"I'm crying bevause I successfully stole something from another child but a teacher saw and told me off"

"I'm crying because I lost my shoe"

"I'm crying because I purposefully took off my shoe but a teacher made me put it back on"

"I'm crying because I wasn't allowed to eat sand"

"I'm crying because I did eat sand and it was NOT delicious"

#and i like to comfort kids regardless of why they are crying #but different cries require different responses #I'll give you BIG cuddles for being hurt #but you might only get a pat on the back and aome gentle assurances if you're crying cos i told you off for hitting another kid #like you did that bud i know you're upset you're in trouble #and thats a big deal when youre 3 #but I'm not gonna let you terrorise the other kids #you gotta learn #dont hit people

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da-proti-toku-grem · 2 months

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#gonna whine and be annoying in the tags again 🙂#i've only slept like 3 hours total in the past 2 days #i usually don't sleep much but it's getting worse lately and idk why bc i thought it was bc of school but apparently not #i've slept so little that my eyes burn like when you've been crying the whole day #i feel like shit and i don't want to do anything rn #and on top of that i'm omw to the psychiatrist for the first time ever and i have to see her in 10min #and my social anxiety has gotten so much worse lately that i think that i'll cry my eyes out the moment she asks me one question #i probably won't bc i'm so sleep deprived that i don't think i even have the strength to cry #but the fucking pang on my ches and the lump on my throat tell me otherwise #i've become so familiar with these anxiety attacks that i look completely normal rn sitting in the back of the car #so my parents probably think that i'm just texting someone or something when in reality i'm here typing this and thinking that #i want to throw myself out the window 😀👍#oh and on top of that i'm also on my period bc of course 😀#i'm wearing my comfort hoodie but i'm wearing it so much lately that atp it's not even giving me comfort :/#oh well gotta go now......#venting #maca speaks

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zackfairmutual · 2 years

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sorry for bnha talk but. twice’s death is apparently in next week’s episode and considering how much bones seemingly hates the league of villains i can imagine theyre gonna completely fuck it up lol *is in pain*

#theyre either gonna make twice look irrational and 'crazy' to try and justify hawks killing a man for resisting arrest #OR they gonna make it look like dabi set him up which isnt how it happened in the manga at all no matter how hard hero stans cry about it #cause for some reason they consider dabi morally worse then the rest of the when. he just isnt #this isnt my comfort character autism speaking either before he joined the league they MAKE A POINT of saying he didnt commit any crimes #and mostly hes just been part of the entire group activities #except for going after endeavor which. lets be real killing him would be a GOOD thing #blargh rant over for now i gotta get some dinner before i inflict more bnha psychic damage on yall #woody speaks

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koishua · 2 years

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"wow you're handling this so maturely!" no ma'am i am just the eldest child of four in an asian household 😭😭

#tp #recently i have been getting more and more annoyed with everyone crying over stuff bc like #ugh. im so annoyed. like why do YOU get to cry when you are upset?? suck it up woman the world doesnt have to deal with your feelings??#idk it's pretty insensitive of me maybe but it just ticks me off #literally makes me want to tear my already falling hair out #whatever #my sympathy skills have significantly deteriorated from the age of 9 💀💀#i cant tolerate crying and complaining from those my age or adults for the life of me #it gets my blood boiling #go cry in the bathroom or sth istg #like genuinely i wanna sucker punch them in the gut whenever they start to sniffle omfl #the urge to slap the shit out of people for being babies like who CARES if you feel unappreciated or if your mom doesnt love you #it's not the time for this 🥴🥴 'get up and stop whining' is what i want to tell them but i dont #because that would make me the asshole #instead i have to 'comfort' them and make them feel better smfh #im growing up to be such a model human 😔😔#gotta get this resentment sorted out lol #is this post considered a trauma dump? mayhapz.#oh well. im just gonna rage clean #adieu #oh my GOD THE MORE I THINK ABOUT THEM THE MORE I WANT TO SCREAM?????#talking to a therapist? 50€ an hour. ranting on the dash? free.99!!#i feel so embarrassed for thinking and feeling this way but i cant help it lmfao

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umberandmochaagate · 2 years

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One thing I just can't stand is this idea to throw away fresh grief because "you have to keep going" when all that's being asked is a moment to breathe and fucking cry. No I can't freeze time and abandon everything I need to do this week. But if I need to reschedule clients I can. And if I need to call out of work I can. And email a professor to say that I will be absent I can. They let me go home early from work after I told them what happened because I kept tripping on my response to the question "How've you been?" and the like.

No things don't stop moving but that doesn't mean you can't stand still on the path for a second.

#and I'm not sorry #it really bothers me when it comes to grieving #this just happened why are you telling me I should stop crying #to be strong for the other dogs #when there's no strength missing whether I have tears in my eyes #every time I go sit outside with Aaron trying to comfort him #guess it's my own therapy shit I gotta do

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cuntdino · 2 years

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Tagged by @dontflailmenow thanks Jen!

I’m not tagging anymore bc I really am too tired to think of names so please, whoever wants to do it, just say I tagged you

slow burn or love at first sight // fake dating or secret dating // enemies to lovers or best friends to lovers // oh no there’s only one bed or long-distance correspondence // hurt-comfort or amnesia // fantasy au or modern au // mutual pining or domestic bliss // smut or fluff // canon-compliant or fix-it // reincarnation or character death // one-shot or multi-chapter // kid fic or road trip fic // arranged marriage or accidental marriage // high school romance or middle aged romance // time travel or isolated together // neighbours or roommates // sci-fi au or magic au // body swap or gender bend // angst or crack // apocalyptic or mundane

#I love a good slow burn it’s annoying but keeps me on my toes #fake dating bc yes we are agreement this is a mutual transaction for whatever but on no I fell in love when I shouldn’t #this is fake it’s all fake #anyways e2l gives sm friction and great banter I love that so damn much and makes it even sexier too #oh no there’s only one bed lol we gotta share now lol #smth to get the heart pumping #i like a good cry so a hurt comfort would be so cute to read #i could go on and on but I think I’ll sound repetitive #tag games

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aw-bean-s · 2 years

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#When you cry because you're ugly but you've literally always been ugly #✌️✌️✌️#Listen I KNOW this is a lame as post but I need to express this SOMEWHERE because anyone irl will get mad or weird abt it #And I got kicked out of fucking therapy so #Here #Here is what I have #But yah I'm ugly and proms today and I spent an hour and a fucking half past midnight trying to get my hair brushed and dry #Only to find out my dye job is patchy and spotty and ugly as all hell #But I can't tell anyone that because mum helped me!#So she'll get upset and angry and cry and be all 'i did my best' when I KNOW she did and I'm grateful #Not her fault my hair sucks and I'm too ugly to pull off patchy hair #God I just. I'm gonna be in a room with a bunch of ppl I either don't know that well or don't like #And I have it on good authority at least some of em think I'm a bitch #I just. I don't wanna go. But it was eight five stupid fucking dollars that couldve gone to something USEFUL like shoes that don't break #But my friends organised the prom so I gotta fuckin go to the stupid bland expensive party #And they wanna all go get ready at this (really nice honestly) girls house that I've never been to and everybody knew the plan before me #But also all of my friends have been so busy and all hanging out with each other without me that I don't even wanna go!#Like I don't even have the appeal of 'hang out with friends and laugh about how bad it is' OR '#'get ready in the comfort of my own home because I'm insecure as all hell and the thought of putting makeup on in front of evryone makes me #Want to vomit my guys out'#Specially since there's this one friend we have that. He's fine. Kinda. Idk he makes me uncomfy sometimes because he's so fucking judgy #Didn't even fully realise till this year what a judgy bitch he is but hey always fun to learn new things about the people you care about!#He always gives me weird side eyes when I wear makeup #I already feel insecure enough mate I'm just trying to look presentable enough that at the 'party but full of stupid cameras'#I won't be getting made fun of the week afterwards because they post allllll the photos online #Kill me #Kill me kill me kill me #God I wanna throw up #But instead I will go to bed

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potatoesandsunshine · 4 months

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truly having THE most unbelievably stressful day of all time

#trying to get someone home and comfortable after a hospital visit is just So Much #ESPECIALLY when she's like 'it's fine you don't need to hear the discharge info' ma'am i respect your privacy #but you WILL forget this stuff and we WILL have further problems!!#just. just gotta get through it. this is a good thing to be doing. i can have a cry in the parking lot down the hill later.

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chaoticgoodrandom · 7 months

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it's okay to be embarrassing. everyone's done something embarrassing at least once in their life. what's considered embarrassing is a made up concept - one thing can be embarrassing in one time and place, and not embarrassing in another! things happen! accidents happen. sometimes the rube goldberg machine that is the world just lines up to ruin your day, accidentally! it's all good. don't worry.

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tojipie · 5 months

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toji x crybaby reader <3

content: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst, smut under the cut !

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toji is a flawed man.

short-tempered, married to his money, slow to show affection. but the one thing he does excel at is comforting you.

he knows you’re a sensitive girl, knows just how easy it is for you to get teary-eyed and red in the face over comments that otherwise seem like nothing to the untrained ear.

you have a kind heart is all, too giving to a world that only knows how to take. he tells you that every time you break down in his arms, thick hands rubbing circles into the small of your back.

his father would have slapped him across the face for crying. called him soft, whiney like a girl. put him to work for the rest of the day to shape him into a man.

he wasn’t his father though, and you weren’t a zenin.

you were soft in the best way, tender-hearted and too trusting. a daisy among weeds, swaying idly in the too-strong wind. nothing like a zenin, nothing like him.

he hadn’t the faintest clue what to do the first time he’d seen you get upset, standing there in the kitchen like a fool while you babbled on the phone with his bank.

it was a fraudulent charge, small, maybe only 10 dollars. probably dropped his card while paying for gas again, not the end of the world. the customer service rep assured you that much.

it was the principal, you sobbed. you’d lost his card and hadn’t even noticed. why wasn’t he upset with you?

he doesn’t know why he didn’t just tell you it was okay. that he didn’t have it in him to ever be cross with you, be it a ten-dollar charge or a thousand-dollar charge.

instead he wrapped his arms around you from behind, pulling your body flush with his to press soft kisses to the crown of your head.

you were warm there, warm everywhere really. the thrum of your blood heating your skin from the inside out. toji liked that about you, how you offset the perpetual cold of his much larger hands.

physical touch was something he knew well. toji wasn’t—still isn’t good with words, opting to stay silent and just hold you while you sniffled into the receiver. he got the message across, he always does.

his methods are unorthodox for that very reason. he doesn’t comfort you with his tone, he does it with his body. whether it be thick arms squeezing you until you get your breathing under control, large hands tracing shapes into your tummy until you stop spluttering, or toned legs splaying wide to let you crawl into his lap, resting on him until your bodies reach the same temperature.

toji fucks you on your good days, likes to tease you, get you squirming. the key difference is that he makes sweet love to you on your bad ones. holding you flush to his chest while he rocks into you under the safety of your shared blankets.

you feel like a furnace under him every time, heat radiating off your body and into the deeper parts of his soul.

he gets mouthy once the feeling of you wrapped around him flicks that little switch in his brain. turning off the mental barrier between him and his inability to use his words.

“sweet girl,” is what he calls you, eyes never leaving yours.

“gotta stay close to me, gotta keep you safe, huh?”

and keep you safe he does, tucking your face into the curve of his neck so you don’t have to look anywhere but him. letting you moan, and pant, and sigh into his skin while he rocks against that special spot situated deep in your core.

he goes harder when you ask him to. not faster, but harder—he knows the difference, letting the resistance in his hips subside so he can sink to the hilt over and over.

the juxtaposition makes his head spin. how do you manage to sound so sweet while asking for something like that? able to melt his heart even on the brink of orgasm.

you kiss him when he fills you up, letting him sink on top of you with a huff and a shy laugh. he listens as you open up about the good parts of your day, his soft hums of agreement spurring you on.

toji wishes he was taught to articulate himself better. he’s trying, he really is. though the “i love you” he says into your skin seems like his best shot at a start.

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