Thank You! It Was Good And Funny And Sweet, Don't Even Worry About That ^^ Just A Few Days Ago I Asked

Thank you! It was good and funny and sweet, don't even worry about that ^^ Just a few days ago I asked my dad to pierce my ear, twice actually. It hurts, more than a shot at a doctor, but it's nothing too bad. Plus it's quick. The only disadvantage I can see is the long healing, because now I can't sleep on my side where the pierced ear is and it's annoying.

Hi! If you're still doing the drabbles, could I please ask for Isaac, Arthur, Vincent, Leo and Will when MC pierces their ear? Like, at home, with a needle or something. Either they catch them in the act or they ask the boiz for help with like a bloody ear with a needle sticking through, you choose XD thank you!

Lmao.  So as someone who doesn’t have piercings, this is going to be interesting.

First off, Vincent has a piercings, how that boi did it I will never know.  Honestly, him and Theo probably pierced their own ears, so if Vincent were to walk in to MC jamming a needle in her ear he’d probably be like “What!  No!  Let me help sweetie” and does it for her.  Pure Innocent Baby Vincent doesn’t seem like he would be like that, but you have to remember about his own piercings. I see Isaac asking a bunch of questions.  “WHY DO YOU WANT TO STAB YOURSELF WITH A NEEDLE” wait until he finds out about a tattoo MC has, lmao.  Isaac already has a towel to clean up the blood because he expects it to go horribly.  Meanwhile MC probably does it with precision and has no issues, and Isaac is still screaming.

Leonardo?  Hmm.  I feel like he’d also help.  But this is how it would go.  MC goes up to Leonardo with this needle and is like “Hey.  I need you to stab this through my ear” and Leonardo is like “K” and puts his book down.  Then during the process he’s like “Wait.  Why am I doing this?” and MC goes “So I can put jewelry in it” and he’s like “ahh okay”  I really can’t see him reacting any other way

Now Arthur.  He’s probably going on about how you shouldn’t do it yourself, saying it isn’t sanitary, and you should go somewhere to get it done.  There’s people that do it and know what they are doing.  He is pacing back and forth while MC is sitting in front of a mirror, and as Arthur is int he middle of rambling she goes “K.  Its done” and Arthur is like “WHAT DO YOU MEAN ITS DONE?? YOU DID IT ALREADY??”

*deep breath* Will.  Well irl Will had a piercing.  Made him look hella gay btw.  Like.  I want to know why he decided to do that.  We already know you’re bi, why you gotta go pierce your ear???  Anyway.  I can’t really see Will offering to help because he has no clue what to do and doesn’t want to hurt you, plus MC seems to know what she’s doing.  And he also doesn’t seem like someone would freak out over it.  He’d be like. “You got your ears pierced?  Here’s some new earrings.” He’d be super chill and be like “yay I can spoil her more”

I hope that’s good????  Idk what its like to need a needle shoved in your ear, or any part of your body.

happy aro week to any aromantics following me!!!! (i hope it's still aro week, i suck at time)

and a reminder to please include aros in discussions and communities, not just aces! its extremely important to provide safe spaces for everyone, where you can talk (or not talk) about yourself without feeling scared or ignored!

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hear me out: snakes but with cat noses

This is sort of an emergency request, I still haven’t gotten over the trauma of being sexually assaulted at 15, raped at 16 and sexually abused at 17. So MC is dealing with her trauma and hates being touched unless she initiates it otherwise she flinches or runs away (I personally suffer night terrors) for either Leo, Arthur, Comte, Vincent or Theo. I understand if you’re uncomfortable with this request, just thought I’d ask anyway. Plz and thank you.

A/N: I hope this is any good and that I approached this somewhat well, if you ever need anything else, feel free to ask!

TW: dealing with trauma, night terrors

Leo:

Ok, in the begining, there might be some misunderstandings, because Leo is a touchy guy.

But as soon as you give him a sign or tell him you're not comfortable with being touched, he'll stop.

He will ask why, but won't force you to talk.

If you decide to tell him at some point, his reaction will be calm at first glance.

Trust me, he's angry on the inside that such horrible things happen mostly to innocent people, but won't show it, because it won't help anything.

He'll just thank you for sharing this with him.

And asks how that will affect your relationship.

He'll remember everything you tell him, what you are and are not comfortable with etc.

You can count on him to be with you through thick and thin, if you want him to of course.

He's more than capable of giving you space or comfort, whatever you seek at the moment.

Especially with your night terrors. Whatever you need, he'll try and help you get it.

He's just very respectful and supportive and let's you control how the relationship evolves.

Arthur:

Again, you might have a rocky start, since Artie is a heavy flirt.

However, once he sees how uncomfortable he makes you feel, he'll stop his advances.

I think given his deduction skills, he'd suspect that there's something more serious behind this behaviour of yours.

And that's exactly why he won't ask about it.

He has his own traumas and understands how annoying and invasive it is to pry.

So he bonds with you while respecting your boundaries.

Since he doesn't ask, he doesn't know anything, so he might help himself with his deductions when it comes to you and what you would and wouldn't be comfortable with.

Listens intently to anything and everything you decide to share with him, because he knows how important it is to have someone who just listens and is there, without comparing, or judging.

After that, he would probably act similar to Leo.

Comte:

Comte is a gentleman, so there's a big chance you'll feel the most comfortable around him and right from the beginning too.

He's not really one to invade personal space.

He has a great understanding of boundaries.

Definitely is a great buddy for night terrors too, he can soothe anyone and anything, because he's charming like that.

He would be one of the more protective out of the bunch.

It would be really subtle though.

He can't help but feel at ease when somebody's escorting you when you go out, even if it's just Sebas.

But no matter how much he wants nothing bad to happen to you ever again, he reminds himself that this is about you and not him.

So if you want someone to accompany you to do the shopping, he'll arrange it, but if you don't, he won't complain.

On the other hand, he loves how strong you are and how far you've come and that you're still working on dealing with everything every day.

And he'll show that that through many gifts ^^

Vincent:

Another one that you can feel comfortable around right from the beginning.

He, too, wouldn't ask any questions.

He doesn't understand like Arthur does, he just...doesn't feel the need to know. He understands that you have your reasons and you don't have to explain yourself.

I feel like he'd be a great person to come to when you're feeling down or after a night terrors.

No matter the time or if you've woken him up, he'll stay awake with you, trying his best to comfort you, even though it doesn't come to him as naturally as with Comte.

He also listens without interrupting.

However, expect him to cry.

He is known for being positive and happy and calm all the time, but he can't. Not now.

If Leo was angry because of what happened to you, Vincent would be devastated, crushed, but both for the same reason, you didn't deserve it.

He'll be careful with you. Like, super careful.

He knows you don't like being touched, but even if you initiate it, his touches will be feather light.

He just doesn't want to accidentally make you uncomfortable.

Theo:

I think in the beggining, his attitude might drive you away, but still don't see him as someone who would invade your personal space.

You could be straightforward with him and tell him you don't like being touched and he'd keep it in mind.

But I also could see him be the most curious one of the bunch.

He will ask why and if you don't tell him, he'll act offended for a little while, before he realizes that a) it's none of his business and b) it might not be an easy thing to talk about.

After that, you won't have any troubles with him.

His reaction to your story would be a mix of Leo's and Vincent's.

He'd feel devastated, but would appear calm and serious.

If you come to him with your night terrors, he'll try to stay awake, but given how much he works, he would fall asleep before you do.

In that case, just wake him up again. After a few rounds he'll be awake enough ;)

He'd wreck his brain to find ways to comfort you, since he isn't good with words and you don't like being touched.

He'd show he cares through being protective, however more visibly than Comte.

If you're going to a place where there's bound to be a lot of people, like the market or an event, he'll accompany you.

And if he doesn't have time, he'll ask Vincent, hell maybe even Arthur!

Also doesn't trust strangers around you.

If this would make you feel coddled, you'd have to talk to him about it, set boundaries.

He's hot headed, he means well, but sometimes scts before he thinks.

Muah 💋

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This was so amazingly soft, it was so gentle despite the gruesome topic, how did tou even manage that???? That's some talent right there, wow. You really depicted it like you knew exactly what you were talking about (not implying you didn't), even with the quite vague description I gave you. The way you put in triggers that set off the urges, the boys helping the reader, it was those details that made the story flow so smoothly and perfectly. Wow, this was one of the best things I've read in a looooooong while. I couldn't praise it or you enough, really! Thank you so much again.

Let’s get some dinner.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader, John Watson x Reader

Warnings: Destructive, selfharm, mentions of starvation. 

Request. Hi! Can I request a Sherlock x reader (a fic or headcanons, whatever you choose) where the reader is as destructive as he is? For example (and I’m not proud of this, trust me…) I’ve starved myself for long periods of time or randomly hurt myself, like banging my head on the wall. If you won’t write this, for any reason, just let me know. Thank you so much!

I tried to keep this one gender neutral.

Sometimes you’d get so engulfed into your work, or a case or something you were obsessing about, that everything around of you seemed to disappear. Sherlock usually had the same problem, he’d even given the ‘problem’ a name; his mind palace. And while you did not think that it was the same, John had walked in multiple times with the two of you, zoned out. If it wouldn’t be for John, the two of you would probably go on without any food for the rest of the day. Sometimes you’d go without food for more than two days, only to be reminded that you needed something in order to proces everything normally. It wasn’t that you did it on purpose. From a young age you had displayed behavior that others would deem harmful or destructive. All to yourself. And while your parents had tried multiple times to rid you of such behavior, it sort of sticked. Fortunately with some psychological help, and later on that of John and Sherlock, most of the damage would be minimal. 

Besides, not eating most of the time was great for your figure. 

As a young child you’d have mostly urges. To hit a wall. Or suddenly slam your head against the wall. There were other urges. More severe ones. There was one ‘accident’ with the knife. But after that you learned to suppress most urges. Neither you nor your parents ever wanted to experience that again. 

Now that you were an adult, living on your own, you no longer had the supervision of your parents. You’d chosen a place in the middle of London and quickly made friends with the famous detective and his friend. They looked out for you, and in some way you did the same for them. 

Most of the urges would quickly fade. And when you were near Sherlock or John, they would distract you. It was usual Sherlock who would recognize the certain facial expression you had. When you would be alone, there would be the occasional urge to slam your head. There was this one particular wall who seemed to trigger you. Which was why you’d spend most of your time in Sherlock and John’s apartment. A silent agreement the three of you had. They wouldn’t question you when you’d walk in, nor would the belittle you when you’d have one of your accidents. It was rare for John to have to patch you up. Fortunately. 

And while most of the times you went along with them on cases, this time you were in your own apartment. You weren’t certain anymore why. However you had followed the case closely. Something about a killer that would only kill certain people. Most of the victims looked like you. Which was probably why neither Sherlock or John wanted you to tag alone. Afraid of the danger they might put you in. 

So you decided to help them in your own way. Text certain details you had found. Or go online in order to find more information. A pattern maybe. You didn’t think about your environment, or the time. Only about the case and wanting to help out. You were kind of thirsty, however you had pushed the feeling away, not feeling the need to drink or eat. The only thing you did do, was shower when you felt like it. Just because it helped you think, before slipping back into a state of pure concentration. You were close. You could feel it. There was just one thing you were overlooking and you couldn’t stand it. You’d eat something later. Maybe tomorrow. But for now you just wanted to find the last piece of information you needed. Focussing on your screen made all the other urges disappear. Walking by the one wall did not seem to trigger anything, not with the case on your mind. The only thing you’d occasional do, was slam your knuckles on the table when you couldn’t find something. 

The sudden knock on your door startled you. Bringing you back to realization. “(Y/N)?”, you heard Sherlock’s voice on the other end of the door. You hadn’t heard him come back from the case. When you glanced outside you saw that it was dark. The only light coming from outside was one of the lampposts. You moved to stand, reaching out to open the door when you realized how cramped and painful your hand was. When you glanced down you noticed the blood. shit. While Sherlock or John never berated you for your destructive behavior, you could tell that it disappointed them. So when you opened your door, you hid your hand behind of your back, flashing him a smile. “Hey there Sher. How’s the case? Any details you can share?” you stepped aside when he moved inside of your home. He glanced at you for a few seconds before taking in the room. Obviously deducting what had happened here for the past.. hours? What time was it?

“Solved it yesterday actually”, Sherlock turned around so he could look at you. Your raised eyebrow made him smile, however it was quick to fade. Had he known you were trying to solve the case as well, he would have come and visited you earlier. But he had been so busy, so occupied that when John mentioned your name earlier he realized that something was off. 

Before you could speak Sherlock spoke again. Taking in your form as he explained how he had cracked the case. You groaned, slightly annoyed that the answer had been so obvious. “When was the last time you ate?” he suddenly asked, making you frown. It had been a while, you knew that yourself. And by the way Sherlock was asking it, you were certain he could tell. With your hand still ‘casually’ behind your back you stepped closer. Looking at the bottle of water next to your laptop. It was half empty. “When did we have dinner again”, it was after that when Sherlock received a text and left you, muttering about the murder. “Three days ago”, he squinted slightly at you, approaching you and putting his hand on your back so he could guide you out of your house. The tone of voice alongside with the realization that it had been three days since you ate something, made you cringe. 

You could feel you stomach hurting, and while you ignored the feeling while you were alone, now that you were in the presence of Sherlock it only stung more. The fact that you did it again. Not only did you disappoint yourself, you disappointed other people by your actions as well, and that seemed to hurt more. You didn’t speak, just walked along Sherlock as he guided you in his room. John was about to greet you, but he read the grim expression on your face and raised an eyebrow at Sherlock. You didn’t watch the exchange, but knew that John was quickly informed of the situation. “John, grab the first aid kid, (Y/N) seems to have hurt their hand”, Sherlock moved to his chair, watching you as he had you on his couch. You couldn’t read his emotions, however you felt scared by the way he eyed you. Your parents were sweet. They had done their best by helping you out. But in situations like this they would lose their cool. Your mom would cry most of the time, your dad would shout. Both not understanding what was going on in that head of yours. 

However Sherlock was not your mom or dad. He had never raised his voice with you. “I’m sorry”, you mumbled, not wanting to speak up or acknowledge that you had done something so stupid. Sherlock had guided you to his room, because he had realized before you did, that you were to weak to move on your own. Going without food for three days had made your head fuzzy and light. John sat beside you, taking your hand so he could look at it. You did the same. Seeing the bruising, the dried up blood around the knuckles. It wasn’t broken, you could tell the difference. But it was sure going to hurt for a while. John’s smile was warm. He looked tired, but he never seemed too tired to take care of you. He was too good. 

Sherlock gave you a smile of his own. They were rare. But they meant a lot to you. “Let’s get you something to eat shall we?” it was late, too late to go somewhere, but not too late to order something in. While John tended to your hand, Sherlock ordered you something to eat while he discussed the case. He was curious how far you had gotten. Maybe he just wanted to see what you had came up on your own, but at the same time he was trying to understand your pattern. He had made a mental list of whatever triggered these self-destructive behaviors. He had spoken multiple times to John about you. Checking whether he was missing something just so he could help you. Knowing that his presence made it easier for you, he had no problem in taking you under his wing.

You’d felt like a freak. But with John and Sherlock near you, you knew that there was nothing to be ashamed of. 

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