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So in order to combat this, villain mom reacts very dramatically when we get any kind of scrape or bump. Dramatic gasp, rushing over and hugging us, whole package. Anything to try and sell to us we should feel more hurt than we are.

Ohhh, most definitely, Agent Reader has been trained to be able to handle bullets, fire, being drowned, and everything in between- you've been told from the first day of training that showing any sort of emotion is weakness, including crying. If you ever got hurt, you got back up and kept going, maybe grabbing a small ice pack to nurse your wounds or aches. No one has time or the will to baby you; they are more concerned with keeping threats to national security at bay. If you cry, you're mocked; if you whine, you get told to toughen up- you grow to be cold and calculating, refusing to show any sort of emotion other than what you're told.

Villain mom is definitely dramatic whenever you get hurt; any bump or scrape is met with you being coddled and villain mom shushing you gently- maybe she purposely puts objects in your way to make it so you may bump into something and she can run over and smother you. She definitely uses it as a way to manipulate you into feeling small and that your mommy is the only one who can keep you safe! If you ever fall in the house and get a splinter in your knee, you may stand up and brush yourself off- a subconscious thought telling you that you shouldn't cry, you're weak, but it feels far off and quiet- like a distant memory.

You continue to stand up until villain mom rushes over and begins to smother you, grabbing your face between her hands and ladening kisses all over your face, gushing all over you, not stopping until she sees your bottom lip wobble and tears begin to dribble out of your eyes. You give a small hiccup as villain mother returns with the first Aid kit- a small, clear, blue box that has rainbow stickers over it and one shaped like a dog, but it has a stethoscope. She pulls the splinter out with surgical precision, disinfects it, and places a green Band-Aid with tiny dinosaurs over the minuscule puncture.

She then scoops you up (she's stronger than she looks), wraps you in a soft blue blanket, and takes you over to the rocking chair in the corner, slowly rocking you, holding you princess carry style so that your head is against her chest, gently brushing her hand through your hair until you're fast asleep, cooing sweet notings, “my sweet baby”, “so brave after your accident”- you both stay there until villain father comes home from work and you’re continuenly cuddled and loved with your mom cooks dinner, sneaking you a cookie for being so good.

So in order to combat this, villain mom reacts very dramatically when we get any kind of scrape or bump. Dramatic gasp, rushing over and hugging us, whole package. Anything to try and sell to us we should feel more hurt than we are.

Ohhh, most definitely, Agent Reader has been trained to be able to handle bullets, fire, being drowned, and everything in between- you've been told from the first day of training that showing any sort of emotion is weakness, including crying. If you ever got hurt, you got back up and kept going, maybe grabbing a small ice pack to nurse your wounds or aches. No one has time or the will to baby you; they are more concerned with keeping threats to national security at bay. If you cry, you're mocked; if you whine, you get told to toughen up- you grow to be cold and calculating, refusing to show any sort of emotion other than what you're told.

Villain mom is definitely dramatic whenever you get hurt; any bump or scrape is met with you being coddled and villain mom shushing you gently- maybe she purposely puts objects in your way to make it so you may bump into something and she can run over and smother you. She definitely uses it as a way to manipulate you into feeling small and that your mommy is the only one who can keep you safe! If you ever fall in the house and get a splinter in your knee, you may stand up and brush yourself off- a subconscious thought telling you that you shouldn't cry, you're weak, but it feels far off and quiet- like a distant memory.

You continue to stand up until villain mom rushes over and begins to smother you, grabbing your face between her hands and ladening kisses all over your face, gushing all over you, not stopping until she sees your bottom lip wobble and tears begin to dribble out of your eyes. You give a small hiccup as villain mother returns with the first Aid kit- a small, clear, blue box that has rainbow stickers over it and one shaped like a dog, but it has a stethoscope. She pulls the splinter out with surgical precision, disinfects it, and places a green Band-Aid with tiny dinosaurs over the minuscule puncture.

She then scoops you up (she's stronger than she looks), wraps you in a soft blue blanket, and takes you over to the rocking chair in the corner, slowly rocking you, holding you princess carry style so that your head is against her chest, gently brushing her hand through your hair until you're fast asleep, cooing sweet notings, “my sweet baby”, “so brave after your accident”- you both stay there until villain father comes home from work and you’re continuenly cuddled and loved with your mom cooks dinner, sneaking you a cookie for being so good.

YOU 🫵 ARE CREATING A FANDOM SPACE BY EXISTING AROUND AND ENCOURAGING CONTENT CREATION

*throws candy at her*

YOU'RE AWESOME

warnings aaaa: condescending, kinda infantilising!!, and your typical yandere shticks

this came to me like a prophecy in the middle of the night but a shark hybrid mafia don taking interest in a small little human. humans in this world are practically endangered and at this point seeing a human is like hitting the jackpot to some hybrids. especially this one.

he’s gushing. the sight of a small human in this side of the city genuinely isn’t common. but. wow, did he hit the jackpot when his eyes found you. adorably scared and lost. sharp teeth and all, he grins at you. wiggles his fingers and croons internally when you shrink back at him. not an abnormal reaction to him, ignoring his notorious reputation as a mafia don, shark hybrids in general are feared. even amongst fellow animal hybrids.

“hello there little human,” his voice is softer than it usually is. “c’mon now i’m not that scary, i promise not to bite if you come a lil closer to say hi.”

you. holy shit. you were scared out of your mind. a shark hybrid standing in front of you and you were close enough to be fucking killed. your feet were cemented to the dirty gravel ground as he came closer. “aw….” he crooned, a hand resting on your face now. “is the little human lost?”

this was the shortcut that everyone had told you not to take. under any circumstances should you not cross the town that were inhabited only by terrifying hybrids. you’ve heard the horror stories, ones about humans being chopped up and eaten for dinner.

and apparently you were going to end up like those stories.

your head twitches. a meek nod to his question, it felt like his teeth grew bigger at your nod as he chuckled. “well. can’t have that now can we? you could get snatched up by a meaner hybrid. thank goodness you ran into me, huh?”

you want to ask him what he means by that but you barely have time to react before you are scooped up into his arms. cradled to his chest, a surprised gasp is pulled out of you.

“aw, no need to be scared. i don’t bite,” he pauses for a moment. “i don’t bite precious little humans like you at least.”

I'm sorry if I'm bothering u, but I’d like to request a oneshot.

The topic is heavy, so I understand if you want to ignore this.

If it’s possible, I’d like to request a Platonic yandere Price x teen reader, in which the reader is struggling with an eating disorder and Price comforts them after he finds out

As I already said, if you don't write it is completely fine, as it’s a delicate topic…I just wanted to ask, as I relapsed and I feel so alone rn :/

Have a nice day/afternoon/night sweetheart!! 💗🥹

Parental yan price X teen reader. Reader struggles with an Ed

Tw ( eating disorders)

First of all, I just wanted to say that I've also struggled with an Ed in the past. I know you've probably heard this a thousand times before, but recovery is possible and I believe in you!! Just five months ago, I also relapsed, but today I'm so much better and I was recently able to climb Ben Navis and finally hike again!! I know it's very hard and may seem impossible at times, but recovery is worth it ,because you are worth it!! <3

You know he's been worried about you. He won't say it out loud, but it's not hard to see that he knows something is up. You don't want him to find out. He's the first person in a long time who doesn't know about your illness. You so desperately wish to keep it that way.

You've thought about how he might react before. Would he treat you differently? Would he see you differently? You don't want him to see you as someone broken. You don't want to worry him, and, deep inside, the illness also doesn't want him to mess up your eating habits. If he knows, he can intervene.

But it's getting harder every day to hide the signs from him. There's extra hair in your brush, and it's beginning to be noticeable even when you roll it up into a little ball before throwing it away, you're always tired and you've become noticably more confused.

None of that matters however. Despite your body litterally falling apart around you, that terrible voice in your head still insists that it's not enough. It's never enough.

Right now, you're sitting at the dining table with him. He's doing some work on his laptop and you're colouring in your book, or trying to at least. Your hand keeps shaking and you're having a hard time focussing your eyes.

Mr price says something beside you. "what?" you blurt out in response, mind too tired to comprehend. "I said, are you alright, darling?" he repeats. The concern is obvious in his voice.

In response, you sit up a little straighter and give him your best smile, hoping to appease him a little. He just sighs deeply before saying "you haven't had breakfast yet."

Fuck. He noticed.

You're starting to panic now. He's going to expect you to eat something. You're trying your best to come up with some way out of this, but you can't think of anything.

You don't even realize you're crying until you see the shocked look on his face and feel his strong arms enveloping you.

"don't cry. Please don't cry." he shushes you. You two just stay like that for a while, sitting at the table in a peaceful silence until you've calmed down enough to speak.

Price gently let's go of the embrace, so he can look you in the eye "what's wrong, my angel?" he asks you, sounding heartbreakingly desperate. You can see in his eyes that he's holding back tears himself. You wish you could tell him everything, but you just can't. Price clearly grows more desperate as your silence goes on and with a breaking voice he finnaly asks "why won't you eat?"

To hear that he knows and to see the pain you're causing him, make the tears return stronger than ever. You wish you'd never even started doing this in the first place. You wish this stupid illness could just let you be happy. Price doesn't judge you though. He simply takes you into his arms once more as he begins to softly pet your back and your hair.

"I'm so sorry, my angel. I wish I could help you. I wish I could take all your pain from you. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. I love you so, so much. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do it in a heartbeat. I'm so sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't come too me. "you can hear his voice break on the last sentence.

This hug lasts even longer than the last one, and you have to be the one to let go this time. "do you think you could eat something for me?" his voice is barely above a whisper. You nod in response before clearing your throat to add "but I don't want you to watch me. Can you just go back to working?" you cringe a little at how pathetic and weak your voice sounds, still hoarse from crying. "of course I can!" he replies almost instantly before opening his laptop and resuming his typing in a pace so eager that it actually makes you giggle.

You settle on a bowl of your favourite cereal. The familiar food is just what you need right now. Once you've prepared your meal, you carefully return too your seat at the table.

Eating is hard and it takes you a whole hour to finish the meager bowl, but once you are done, the feeling of accomplishment and the smile on Mr Price's face is well worth it.

That night, before bed, Price doesn't leave after his goodnight kiss like usual "I am so proud of you for what you did today, my angel. I know how dark the world can get sometimes, and that there are many people who will try to make you feel like how you look, is the most important thing about you, but that's not true. What really matters, is your beautiful mind, that's the real you. Today you chose yourself, and I am so proud of you for that. "

That night, is the first one in a long time where you go to sleep without hunger pains.

If you're reading this, and you're struggling yourself, or you've struggled in the past, I just want you too know, that I am also really proud of you! Even just realising that you have a problem, is already a huge step! Every person who has ever recovered started with that step, and, though there might be many more steps ahead, I am so, so sure that you can do this!

I'm sorry if I'm bothering u, but I’d like to request a oneshot.

The topic is heavy, so I understand if you want to ignore this.

If it’s possible, I’d like to request a Platonic yandere Price x teen reader, in which the reader is struggling with an eating disorder and Price comforts them after he finds out

As I already said, if you don't write it is completely fine, as it’s a delicate topic…I just wanted to ask, as I relapsed and I feel so alone rn :/

Have a nice day/afternoon/night sweetheart!! 💗🥹

Parental yan price X teen reader. Reader struggles with an Ed

Tw ( eating disorders)

First of all, I just wanted to say that I've also struggled with an Ed in the past. I know you've probably heard this a thousand times before, but recovery is possible and I believe in you!! Just five months ago, I also relapsed, but today I'm so much better and I was recently able to climb Ben Navis and finally hike again!! I know it's very hard and may seem impossible at times, but recovery is worth it ,because you are worth it!! <3

You know he's been worried about you. He won't say it out loud, but it's not hard to see that he knows something is up. You don't want him to find out. He's the first person in a long time who doesn't know about your illness. You so desperately wish to keep it that way.

You've thought about how he might react before. Would he treat you differently? Would he see you differently? You don't want him to see you as someone broken. You don't want to worry him, and, deep inside, the illness also doesn't want him to mess up your eating habits. If he knows, he can intervene.

But it's getting harder every day to hide the signs from him. There's extra hair in your brush, and it's beginning to be noticeable even when you roll it up into a little ball before throwing it away, you're always tired and you've become noticably more confused.

None of that matters however. Despite your body litterally falling apart around you, that terrible voice in your head still insists that it's not enough. It's never enough.

Right now, you're sitting at the dining table with him. He's doing some work on his laptop and you're colouring in your book, or trying to at least. Your hand keeps shaking and you're having a hard time focussing your eyes.

Mr price says something beside you. "what?" you blurt out in response, mind too tired to comprehend. "I said, are you alright, darling?" he repeats. The concern is obvious in his voice.

In response, you sit up a little straighter and give him your best smile, hoping to appease him a little. He just sighs deeply before saying "you haven't had breakfast yet."

Fuck. He noticed.

You're starting to panic now. He's going to expect you to eat something. You're trying your best to come up with some way out of this, but you can't think of anything.

You don't even realize you're crying until you see the shocked look on his face and feel his strong arms enveloping you.

"don't cry. Please don't cry." he shushes you. You two just stay like that for a while, sitting at the table in a peaceful silence until you've calmed down enough to speak.

Price gently let's go of the embrace, so he can look you in the eye "what's wrong, my angel?" he asks you, sounding heartbreakingly desperate. You can see in his eyes that he's holding back tears himself. You wish you could tell him everything, but you just can't. Price clearly grows more desperate as your silence goes on and with a breaking voice he finnaly asks "why won't you eat?"

To hear that he knows and to see the pain you're causing him, make the tears return stronger than ever. You wish you'd never even started doing this in the first place. You wish this stupid illness could just let you be happy. Price doesn't judge you though. He simply takes you into his arms once more as he begins to softly pet your back and your hair.

"I'm so sorry, my angel. I wish I could help you. I wish I could take all your pain from you. I can't imagine how hard this must be for you. I love you so, so much. If there is anything I can do to help you, I will do it in a heartbeat. I'm so sorry that I made you feel like you couldn't come too me. "you can hear his voice break on the last sentence.

This hug lasts even longer than the last one, and you have to be the one to let go this time. "do you think you could eat something for me?" his voice is barely above a whisper. You nod in response before clearing your throat to add "but I don't want you to watch me. Can you just go back to working?" you cringe a little at how pathetic and weak your voice sounds, still hoarse from crying. "of course I can!" he replies almost instantly before opening his laptop and resuming his typing in a pace so eager that it actually makes you giggle.

You settle on a bowl of your favourite cereal. The familiar food is just what you need right now. Once you've prepared your meal, you carefully return too your seat at the table.

Eating is hard and it takes you a whole hour to finish the meager bowl, but once you are done, the feeling of accomplishment and the smile on Mr Price's face is well worth it.

That night, before bed, Price doesn't leave after his goodnight kiss like usual "I am so proud of you for what you did today, my angel. I know how dark the world can get sometimes, and that there are many people who will try to make you feel like how you look, is the most important thing about you, but that's not true. What really matters, is your beautiful mind, that's the real you. Today you chose yourself, and I am so proud of you for that. "

That night, is the first one in a long time where you go to sleep without hunger pains.

If you're reading this, and you're struggling yourself, or you've struggled in the past, I just want you too know, that I am also really proud of you! Even just realising that you have a problem, is already a huge step! Every person who has ever recovered started with that step, and, though there might be many more steps ahead, I am so, so sure that you can do this!

Somebody on the medical team put him on his bunk in a wrong way...

I refuse to draw him in pants btw