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flowersandbigteeth · 10 months

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Hi hope you've had a lovely weekend.

How about a female human who suffers depression and anxiety, is visited by a vampire who initially meant to just drink her blood but ends up showing her that she has worth. he finds as they get very intimate that she's his mate

I like this idea! I have bipolar 1, so I get depressed a lot. The description in this is just how I experience depression, personally.

Vampire (Serge) x female reader with depression

Word Count: 4k

W: kidnapping, some talk of unaliving oneself, non sexual bath, sfw fluff

You splashed a handful of cold water on your face and gazed into the mirror. Your hair was a wreck and you had deep circles under your eyes. Objectively, you looked like shit. Sighing, you stared at your toothbrush. You should be brushing your teeth, getting ready for work, but you felt like complete trash and all you wanted to do was curl back up in bed.

You picked up your phone and dialed your job.

“Hey, Susan,” you said to your boss, “I think I’m coming down with something. I won’t be able to come in today.”

Susan snarled on the other end of the line.

“If you’re going to call out, you need to find someone else to cover your shift,” she snapped.

You groaned, rubbing your eyes.

“Yeah, whatever,” you said, then hung up the phone.

Scrolling through your contact list a few times, wondering who to call, you eventually just gave up. Fuck it. Who cares if I get fired? I hate that job anyway. It wasn’t likely anyone was going to take your shift. They all hated their job as much as you. Fast food jobs were a dime a dozen, if you lost this one, you’d get hired across the street by someone else. You trudged back to your bed and curled up under the covers. In a few minutes you were fast asleep.

You woke with a start. Glancing out the window you could see it was dark outside. You’d slept all day. You checked your phone and there were ten calls from Susan and a string of angry text messages. Not bothering to read them, you tossed your phone on your pillow and dragged your feet to the kitchen. Opening the fridge you found some leftover chinese food one of your roommates had left. You knew he would be pissed you ate his food, but you couldn’t be bothered to care and grabbed the styrofoam box. Having not bought any of your own food for over a week, you had nothing else to eat.

Closing the refrigerator you screamed, tossing the Chinese food in the air and it exploded all over the floor, chicken landing on your bare foot.

“Who the fuck are you?” you gasped at the man standing in front of you.

He wasn’t anyone you recognized, incredibly tall with broad shoulders. His long hair was bone white and his eyes seemed to glow ice blue in the dark kitchen. You took in his beautiful face with utter confusion. You’d never seen someone so beautiful. Was he one of your roommates' friends? You’d thought you were alone in the house. Maybe he was a hookup making an exit, but he was far more handsome than any of your roommates usual partners.

He smiled at you, revealing straight, white teeth framed by pointy fangs, and a hand reached out running two fingers along your jaw.

“Aren’t you a pretty little trinket?” he murmured, his eyes raking over your body. His voice was lilting and deep, his words touched by a slight accent.

Your brow drew and you pulled away from him.

“Who are you? What are you doing here?” you snapped, then, “what’s up with your eyes…and your teeth? Are you a cosplayer?”

It was bizarre that a cosplayer would be in your kitchen at 11 o’clock at night, but you couldn’t come up with any other explanation. He was wearing a long black trench coat, with a loose white shirt underneath. It was only buttoned halfway up his chest, revealing the hard planes of his muscles and a gold necklace. He stared at you for a second before bursting into a roll of laughter.

“I don’t dress up and play pretend,” he said, still chuckling a little and putting a hand in the pocket of his trim slacks.

He leaned casually against the fridge, looking down.

“I’m sorry I spoiled your dinner,” he said, “but it’s only fair, you spoiled mine.”

You frowned at him.

“Was the Chinese food yours?” you asked.

He grinned, his fangs glinting in the low light. Again, he reached out to touch you, this time stroking your cheek.

“No, I had something else in mind,” he purred, his glowing eyes brightening.

“Oh…well sorry,” you grumbled, pulling away. “I guess no dinner for both of us. Make sure you lock the door on your way out.”

You turned on your heels and marched back to your room, intending to text your roommate and ask him to get his hookups to leave when he did. You didn’t like random weirdos lurking around in the dark. You opened the door to your room and screamed again, jumping a foot in the air.

The man stood in front of you, as if he’d materialized like magic.

“How…?” you gasped, your heart pounding, “how did you do that…you were just…”

You stammered, your mind blown. That was impossible. He couldn’t have gotten to your room that fast.

He laughed again, tipping his head to the side to look at you. You blinked your eyes rapidly, wondering if this was some kind depression induced hallucination. Your parents had told you to go to the doctor to get a prescription to help with your mental illness and you’d brushed their recommendations away. Everytime you’d try to pick up the phone and make an appointment, you’d be overcome with anxiety and never manage to make the call. Now you wondered if that had been a big mistake. You were obviously losing it.

You carefully stepped forward, placing your hand on his chest, checking that he was real. He seemed solid enough. You patted his shoulders and then his sharp jaw.

“You’re real,” you murmured, pulling your hands away, “what the fuck?”

You squealed as he grabbed you by the arm, pulling you further into the room and shut the door behind you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you screamed. “Let me go!”

He sat elegantly on your bed, putting you in his lap.

“I let you touch me. It’s only fair I can touch you,” he informed you.

You tried to scramble out of his lap, but he was inhumanly strong, holding you still while he studied your face.

“What are you?” you hissed.

“Isn’t it obvious?” he asked. “I’m a vampire.”

Your eyes widened at him. He was clearly a nut job. You thought you were crazy, but this home intruder thought he was a vampire! Sure he mysteriously appeared in front of you, but a vampire? You just couldn’t believe it.

“Look if you’re going to murder me to fulfill your weird fantasy, just be quick about it,” you sighed, slumping in his arms. “And delete my browser history before the police come. My password is Pandabear.”

He laughed, before his chuckles died and he frowned at you.

“You’re serious…” he murmured.

You shrugged.

“I don’t have much else going on…” you admitted. “Being killed by a cosplaying psycho will at least be a good story. Maybe I’ll make the news. That’s about all I’ve got to contribute to society.”

His eyebrows lifted and he looked at you thoughtfully.

“How did this happen?” he said softly. “I’ve never met a victim more willing to die.”

Since he all but confirmed he planned on killing you, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath.

“Okay…I’m ready…do it,” you said, feeling a little relieved.

Finally this miserable life you had would end.

You held your eyes shut for what felt like forever, but when nothing happened you popped one eye open and looked at him. He was smirking, his eerie eyes moving over your face.

“What are you waiting on?” you pouted. “Did you forget your knife or something? We’ve got some in the kitchen.”

His brow drew and he looked at you like you were the crazy person.

“I assure you, trinket, if I wanted to kill you I wouldn’t need a knife,” he said, “but that’s no longer my intention. You’re much too precious to be food.”

Wilting, you sighed. You were so useless a psycho killer didn’t even want to do his thing with you. How pathetic was that?

“Well what do you intend to do with me, then?” you snapped a little offended you weren’t even good enough to murder, though you knew it was to be expected, “and what’s your name anyway?”

He looked at you, running his thumb over your cheek, thinking.

“My name is Serge. First, I’m going to get a snack, then I’m going to get you cleaned up,” he decided. “You haven’t been taking proper care of yourself. We’re going to fix that. No pet of mine will look so…unkempt.”

“Pet?” you repeated, but you didn’t have much time to think about it because suddenly you weren’t and then you were.

In a blink of an eye, you were standing in an alley, somewhere in the city. You lifted one bare foot, wrinkling your nose that your skin was touching god knows what on the ground.

“What the-” you started to say, but the vampire shushed you.

“Quiet, trinket,” he murmured. “You’ll scare off my prey.”

People passed down the larger street and when the vampire found one he liked, you watched him prowl towards the man. He’d dropped something and was bending down to pick it up. When his head rose, he looked at Serge, confused.

“Can I help you?” he asked.

Serge put his arm over his shoulder, pulling his face so their gazes aligned.

“Come with me, handsome,” he purred and the man followed him like a lamb to slaughter into the dark alley.

He pushed him against the cold brick, his nose just barely grazing the man’s neck as if they were lovers. At first you drew your brow thinking you were simply going to watch Serge make out with some random guy, but that misguided thought was quickly corrected.

His mouth opened and the fangs that already looked sharp and pointy to you, got longer and pointier before they sank into his neck. You squeaked, covering your mouth with your hands so you didn’t cry out. He drank and drank, until the man went completely limp and flopped to the ground like a rag doll. Your eyes had to be as wide as dinner plates as you stared at Serge.

“You’re…you’re…a,” you gasped. “You ate him!”

Serge sauntered back to you, licking the red stain from his lips.

“I drank his blood,” he corrected, wrinkling his elegant nose. “Vampires do not eat flesh like filthy wolves.”

He let out a satisfied sigh.

“Now that I’m feeling full,” he said, looking down at you. “It’s time to get you clean.”

You turned to run, instinctively, but it was no use. Serge scooped you up in his arms and disappeared you again.

When you blinked this time, you were in a pretty bathroom. It was all white with a large claw foot tub in the middle of the room. The cabinets and sinks had a vintage look to them and fresh flowers were arranged on a couple of side tables. You’d never been in a room so expensive looking, even at a hotel.

Serge set you on a plush chair and pulled off his heavy coat, before rolling up his sleeves and setting to work on filling the bathtub. You couldn’t help glancing at his perfect ass as he bent over to add soap and some kind of fragrant salt to the water. It was impossible not to tremble in his presence. He filled up so much space with his broad body and confident personality, but of course he was confident, he was a predator and you were just prey.

When he seemed satisfied he turned to you, looking you up and down.

“Strip,” he ordered and your cheeks burned.

“Can you give me some privacy?” you asked and he let out a little bark of a laugh, approaching you with determined, even steps.

“I don’t ask for anything twice,” he informed you, jerking your shirt over your head. “It’s best you learn that now.”

You scrambled to hold onto your pajama pants, but you were laughably weak compared to his strong, ivory fingers. He snatched them off of you easily, along with the panties you were wearing. Your heart stuttered in your chest as he looked you over, though he didn’t leer. His look was pure appreciation, as though you were some pretty piece of art.

He picked you up and deposited you gently in the warm bath water.

“Under my roof you will bathe every day,” he said, applying soap to a soft loofah and picking your arm up out of the water and scrubbing it clean.

“I can do it myself,” you hissed, trying to steal the loofah from him, but he held it above his head so you couldn’t reach.

“You haven’t been,” he challenged. “If you could do it yourself, you would have. I will do it for you since it seems you can’t.”

You had to admit he was right. Gathering the energy to take care of yourself felt like an impossible task. He continued scrubbing you, your arms first and then your legs.

“I’m just depressed,” you mumbled as he focused on his task. He examined each part of you like he was memorizing every freckle and scar.

“Sometimes it’s hard to get the energy to do anything.”

His blue eyes flicked up to yours and a small smile played on his lips.

“Then I’ll have plenty of opportunities to clean you,” he said, then his lips twisted in thought. “We’ll have to do something about your depression. I take very good care of my possessions. Whenever you have a problem we will address it promptly, do you understand?”

You narrowed your eyes at him.

“Why are you doing all this if you aren’t going to eat me?” you asked.

It made no sense. You were just normal, boring you. Most days you couldn't even get out of bed and when you did manage to rally and get dressed you hardly even brushed your teeth. Why would a beautiful vampire want anything from you? Why would he lower himself to bother to meticulously clean you by hand?

“Because you’re mine,” he answered without looking up.

When he’d managed to clean your front and back, he grabbed a small pouch filled with nail tools from one of the cabinets and set to cleaning your nails. He diligently trimmed and shaped each one, humming to himself a tune that sounded ancient. You’d never been so pampered in your life. By the time he got to washing and detangling your hair, you were practically melting into his hands. Happy with his work he scooped you out of the bath and wrapped you in a fluffy towel, scooting you towards the sink and unwrapping a fresh toothbrush he pulled from the cabinet drawer.

“Do I have to do this part for you?” he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow.

Your ears burning, you grabbed the toothbrush from his hand and got to work under his careful supervision. You knew it was silly to have someone watching you brush your teeth, but there was also a bit of relief there. Most days it was so hard to build yourself up to do anything. Though you were apprehensive, Serge’s careful coaxing made it a little easier.

When he was happy you were as clean and neat as you could possibly be you were shuffled into a large bedroom. You jumped, finding another person standing there. He was very handsome, though not quite as striking as Serge, with silver, almost blue hair and dark eyes.

“Good evening, Master,” he said, then looked at you. “Miss.”

Serg let out an audible growl.

“Do not raise your eyes to her,” he snapped and his servant immediately looked down.

“This is Jules,” he said, waving generally in the man’s direction. “If you need anything you can ask him, but I’d rather you ask me.”

You looked up at Serge and drew your brow.

“I’m confused as to what is happening here,” you said. “You say I’m yours, but…I don’t know what that means. You kidnapped me from my home…You have someone waiting on me…I don’t understand.”

He gave you a patient smile, tipping his head to the side and running his fingertip over your collarbone, making you shudder.

“You,” he said, poking your nose, “are to be my little mate, trinket.”

You blinked at him, still confused.

“Like…pals?” you asked and he erupted into laughter.

“You’ll understand soon enough,” he said between chuckles, but did not elaborate.

Instead his eyes grew sharp and he looked at Jules.

“Bring my mate clothes befitting her station,” he said and Jules gave a curt nod before disappearing.

You let out a little gasp that he disappeared so abruptly.

“He’s a vampire, too?” you asked.

Serge nodded.

“Everyone here is a vampire,” he said, placing you on the bed and placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “but there’s no reason to be frightened. I’m their sire. They cannot harm you.”

He rolled up his sleeve and to your horror bit his own wrist until his blood flowed, holding it out to you.

“Drink,” he said as it dripped slowly onto the towel you were wrapped in.

You looked up at him in horror.

“But…I can’t-”

You never finished your sentence, because he pressed his wrist to your lips and rubbed your throat like he was force feeding a stray puppy it’s medicine so you would swallow. It wasn’t that it tasted bad. It was a coppery and a bit sweet, but it was blood!

When he pulled away, he licked the spot on his wrist and the wound closed. Then he licked the bit of blood that was dribbling down your cheek. Your skin heated at the intimate contact and your breath felt short in your lungs.

“Wh-why?” you stammered.

He carried you to the little vanity in the room, seating you at the chair.

“My blood is good for you,” he said and looking at yourself, you let out a little peep.

Your cheeks, which had been hollow from being too tired to eat, were suddenly plump and glowing with a dewy radiance. The dark rings under your eyes were gone and replaced with supple skin. Even your hair appeared thicker and shinier. Still you were frightened.

“Am- Am I going to become a vampire?” you asked.

He shook his head, twirling a bit of your hair around his finger.

“No, not yet,” he said. “But my blood has restorative properties. It will also help even out your brain chemicals until we can have you seen by a proper human doctor.”

Your eyebrows flew up. Vampire blood helped with depression? And what did he mean by not yet? Despite your misgivings, you did feel a bit energized, though whether it was because of his blood or adrenaline you couldn’t tell.

He stood behind you, his hands resting on your shoulders.

“Look at yourself,” he said, his voice reverent. “Look how beautiful you are.”

You squinted at yourself. Yes, Serge’s blood had given you a nice facial treatment, but you wouldn’t consider yourself beautiful.

“I’m…not though,” you whispered, your eyes getting a bit misty.

He frowned at you, suddenly at your side, jerking your face to look at him with a strong hand.

“Repeat after me,” he snarled. “I am beautiful.”

You paused for a moment, having a difficult time getting the words out.

“Since we’ve only just met, I’ll grant you some leniency, but remember if I have to ask twice you will not like your punishment. I’ll count to three,” he hissed, his icy blue eyes boring into you.

“One.”

You licked your lips, trying to will the words to come.

“Two.”

Your top teeth snagged your bottom lip, preventing you from speaking.

“Thre-”

“I’m beautiful!” you blurted out.

He smiled at you, his face pure predator.

“A wise choice, trinket,” he said. “You’ll tell me how beautiful you are before bed, every day until you believe it.”

His fingers on your cheek loosened and he cupped the curve of your face, leaning forward to breathe in the scent of soap on your skin.

“Of all the many treasures I have, you are the most precious,” he murmured into your neck.

Lightning bolts shot down your spine, making the ends of your nerves sparkle like the fourth of July.

“But…but…you don’t know me,” you stammered. “You don’t even know my name.”

He chuckled against your neck, placing a kiss on the place where it joined your shoulder.

“I’ve lived a very long life,” he said. “I know a good thing when I see it. We will have lots of time to get to know one another. For now just know that you are my little mate and you are safe under my wing. You’ll have all the luxuries you deserve. I’m going to teach you to be spoiled and insufferably self-assured.”

You were frozen under his touch, not sure if he was playing some kind of game with you. On what planet did a fatally handsome vampire make you his…mate? What did that even mean?

He suddenly scooped you up in his arms, making you squeak.

“You don’t believe me, stubborn little trinket,” he said. “Come, tell me what your mother christened you.”

“(Y/N),” you said quietly.

He looked down at you like a hungry cat.

“A perfect name for a perfect creature,” he mused, then looked up, marching out of the room. “Let’s start the spoiling with a proper meal. What’s your favorite restaurant? I’ll wake up the owner and the chef so they can cook you something special.”

“That’s ludicrous, Serge,” you gasped, but he only glared at you.

You remembered that he didn’t like to have to ask twice, so you hurriedly came up with an answer.

“Well…there’s this place I always wanted to go, but never had the money,” you admitted.

His face softened as he carried you down a sweeping, curved staircase.

“Come on…out with it,” he urged you.

“It’s called Say Cheese, it’s a grilled cheese bar,” you said. “They make twenty different kinds of grilled cheeses.”

He raised an eyebrow at you, before bursting into laughter.

“If my sweet trinket wants grilled cheese, that’s what you will get,” he said.

Your cheeks heated but you diffidently laid your head against his chest, surrendering to your fate.

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katiemcabeswife · 3 months

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Daddy Issues

Biv Meadema x Teen!Reader || The Christmas break was ruined by your Dad's anger issues but Beth and Viv are there to pick up the pieces of your broken heart.

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You were more than happy to be back in dreary London after the Christmas break, which was abnormal because you loved your home country and having Christmas with your family.

This Christmas had been a good one, after a couple years of cold and rainy summers, Australia had finally had a cracker of a summer and for the first time in years, the lead-up to Christmas actually felt like Christmas again.

You always loved getting to be home with your family and being able to go to the beach every day and this year was no different. Christmas day was wonderful, it started with a swim at the beach and was followed by a beautiful lunch filled with laughter and joy from friends and family.

Your relationship had always been a bit rocky. Sometimes you got on like a house fire, poking fun at your sister together and doing work around the house but other times you got on like cats and dogs. Your mum had always said that you two were too alike and that’s why you fought as much as you did. But it was also known within the four walls of your house that your Dad could be bipolar at times and had an explosive temper and should definitely be in some sort of program for his anger issues that seemed to come out of nowhere.

It was a few days after Christmas and only a few days were left before left to go back to London. You and your Dad were joking like usual and everything seemed fine, until it wasn’t.

You had some family friends over and you guys had just started a game of poker when your Dad asked you to go clean up the kitchen.

“Dad, we literally just started. I’ll do it after, don’t worry,” You weren’t facing him so you couldn’t see his unamused face and took his silence as a silent agreement.

Not even five minutes later he asked you again, “Alright. Now go do the dishes, Y/N,” He said sternly. You had an ongoing joke between the two of you where he would pretend to be stern about something and you would jokingly say ‘No’ right before getting up to go and do whatever he had asked of you. As you were still facing away from him and knew he could see you were still engaged in the game of poker, you assumed he was only joking.

“No,” You giggled slightly and so did the others around the table, “I’m almost out anyways, I’m running out of candy canes,” You joke as candy canes had been the substitution for money.

He only became more consistent with his asking and it was starting to piss you off. You weren’t very good at gambling and were trying to focus and his nagging was throwing you off.

Once you finally got out, first by the way, you were getting up to go and clean the kitchen when your Dad once again asked you to go and do exactly that, “What does it look like I’m doing?” You were fed up with his nagging and your voice portrayed that and the others around the table picked up on it.

“Someone’s mad they lose,” Your sister called out to you.

“Don’t be mad just because you lost!” Your cousin teased.

“Off you go to clean the kitchen,” One of your Dad's mates called out.

“Don’t be mad that you lost!” Your Dad called out which was the final straw for you.

“I’m not mad about losing, I’m pissed off because you’re sitting right behind me asking to clean the kitchen every 5 seconds when you can clearly see that I was in the middle of a game!” You can understand why your Mum says you and your Dad were so alike, but to be fair, he was extremely annoying with his constant nagging behind you.

After making your way inside and to the kitchen you began cleaning but were soon interrupted by your father storming into the kitchen pervaded with anger, "How fucking dare you?" You turned around and saw him making his way over to you.

You thought he was joking in the way you two had been for the past week you spent together, "What?" Your tone held an essence of humour to cover the genuine confusion.

"Get the fuck out!" Your father screamed at you.

"What!" You screamed in confusion as your entire body filled with dread and fear.

"After everything we've done for you! Get the fuck out!" You were trembling with fear when he stepped closer to you, held your arm with one hand and raised his other. You coward away from the large man you recognised as your father.

You ducked under his arm, picked up your keys and ran out of the house and towards your car. You got in and sat in silence for a moment before a wave of sadness washed over your body like a cold shower and you began to sob. You held your hands over your face and cried, you cried like you did when you were 7 years old and didn't finish your dinner because you were sick and your Dad yelled at you just like he had just now, like you did when you were 14 and stood up for your sister who was too scared to and your Dad's face was just as angry as it was a few minutes ago, just like you did when you were 16 and talked back to your Dad, fed up with his borderline misogynistic comments and you were almost as scared of him as you were right now.

You cried because you were scared your father was going to hit you. Your Dad always had a temper and exploded from time to time but never had he ever grabbed you and never had you genuinely believed he was going to hit you. Your hands were shaking and your chest hurt as you couldn't take in a full breath of air and your head was beginning to hurt from crying so hard. You were 19 years old and still crying over your Dad.

After 15 minutes of crying your heart out you started your car and went on a drive. You drove to the beach and took out the towel that was still in your car from your trip earlier that day and you walked towards the water. The waves had calmed and were no longer crashing into the shore with great force but softly rolled through the water and flattened against the sand with grace. You set down your towel and stripped from your clothes, thanking yourself for staying in your bikini all day and walked into the water.

You dove under the water and relished in the calmness and quietness you felt swimming. Once you'd swam out until you couldn't touch you moved to float on your back, closed your eyes and took a deep breath. You floated there numbly for at least 20 minutes before you got out and wrapped yourself in your towel. You sat in the sad, silent tears rolling down your cheeks as you watched the sun dip below the horizon. Once the light had been stripped from the sky you walked back to your car before the light of an ice cream shop caught your eyes.

You treated yourself to a double-scooped waffle cone and sat down outside the shop, looking over the beach you could barely make out. You knew how your Father would act if you went back home, he would ignore you, pretend you didn't exist and not talk to you until he felt better and after that time was up you would have to pretend nothing happened. You always did so because he was your father, your best friend at times and how could you not forgive him for screaming in your face?

You were grown now though and you weren't going to pretend this never happened and you decided that you weren't going to talk to him until he apologised. You knew that wasn't going to happen anytime soon so, you got out your phone and booked a flight back to London.

Once you had finished your ice cream it was well into the night and you had a flight to catch in 6 hours so you went back to pack your things.

You thought that everyone would have left by now and your family would be asleep but by the number of familiar cars littered through the street and the lights still on in your house, you knew that was not the case. You took a deep breath before walking into the house, keeping your head held high but not making eye contact with anyone. You walked straight past the living room ignoring the calls of your name and headed straight to your childhood room.

You were putting the few things that were spread around back into your suitcase when your Mum walked in, "Y/N, what happened honey?"

You tried to contain your tears as you turned to look at your Mum but as soon as you started speaking, the floodgates opened and you sobbed again, "I thought he was going to hit me," You said through the tears and your mother took you into her arms, securing your head with one hand, the other rubbing up and down your back to comfort you.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n, I'm sorry, but you know that you shouldn't push your father like that," You ripped yourself out of her hold and stared at her in betrayal, "You two are too similar, it's only a matter of time before joking become reality and laughing becomes crying. You know he has a temper, you need to be careful. I also think you should be the bigger person and apologise." She said. Whilst you didn't blame your mother for your father's actions a part of you despised how she always sat and watched you and your sister cry while he yelled at you two minutes after laughing with you.

You turned around silently zipped up your suitcase and walked to leave, "Where are you going, baby?"

You faced her with fresh tears born from anger, " I am leaving, I'm going back to London because I shouldn't have to 'be careful' around my own Dad. You know how fucked that is!? I shouldn't have to be the bigger person! He's a grown man, he needs to learn to regulate his fucking feelings and act like it!" You had never shouted at your Mum and you barely ever swore around her but you were tired of her picking your Dad's side over yours.

She tried to reach out to you but you brushed past her slightly and walked out the door. You should have been the bigger person and left silently but you heard your Dad laugh in the living so you left your suitcase at the door and walked to where your Dad sat. You walked straight up to him with a straight face, flung your middle finger into his direction and said, "Fuck you, you fucking pussy." You walked straight out the door and didn't hear a word from anyone in the house.

You spent the entire 24-hour trip back to London reflecting on the past day and what it meant for the future of the relationship with your parents. You knew your Mum just wanted to be the mediator and that your Dad was too stubborn to apologise. You also knew that you were going to stick to your word and not speak to your parents until they apologised. You also grieved the relationship with your father as you knew that it would never be the same ever again. It was one thing that he grabbed you and then he had to restrain himself from actually hitting you.

You grieved for the little girl who just wanted to please her father, who wished she was a boy because your Dad often talked about how much he wanted one. He was the reason you started football. Girls didn't really play it, it was seen as something only boys should be doing, so you cut your hair and signed up for the local club. He came to every game and cheered you on and after a good game he'd say to you, "Who needs a son when I've got you," It seemed like a nice statement but looking back on it, it really messed with you.

It was only when you moved out and overseas to play for Arsenal at 17 that you realised that your Dad really wasn't the best guy and an even worse Father. Albeit that you never said or did anything about it because you thought of all those kids whose Dad hit them or left them when they were young and reminded yourself that you were lucky.

But now, after 2 years of living by yourself and a therapy session here and there you realised that just because other kids had it worse didn't mean that what you went through was ok or that you didn't deserve to be treated the way you were.

When you landed and got your luggage it was 8 in the morning and you felt your phone buzzing in your hand. Beth was calling you and you weren't sure if you should answer but you knew she would worry if you didn't so you headed to the nearest bathroom and answered her Facetime, "Hey, Beffy," Your voice was a little hoarse from crying and you hoped Beth wouldn't pick up on how red your eyes were.

Beth smiled at you, "Hey chicky," She must have noticed that you were hiding in a bathroom, "What you doing?" She questioned.

"Umm," You hesitated, "I'm in the bathroom... In the airport," You said sheepishly.

Beth's smile dropped and her face took up a concerned look, "Why are you at the airport? Which one?"

You picked at your nails, anxious to tell her where you were and scared she would ask why, "London," You almost whispered.

"Oh," She looked really concerned now, "Do you want me to come pick you up?"

You shook your head quickly not wanting to be a nuisance, "It's alright thank you, I've ordered an Uber," You smiled slightly at the thoughtfulness of your friend.

"Well, why don't you come over for breakfast. I want to hear all about your holiday and I can even get Vivi to make the special waffles you like?" She was so hopeful you couldn't deny her offer and you really wanted Viv's special waffles.

"Yeah ok, I'll be there around 9? Is that alright?" Anxiety pulled at your chest at the thought of telling her and Viv about what happened with your Dad.

"Perfect, I'll see you soon, chicky!" You smiled and hung up the phone. You walked out of the cubicle and splashed water on your face to try and even out your breathing.

"Fucking idiot."

Thanking the Uber you rushed up the stairs towards Viv and Beht's place eager to fill your hungry stomach although once you'd got to the door you hesitated to knock. You checked your eyes in your phone camera and concluded that you could blame the slight redness and puffiness from sleeping and hayfever (it seemed you had hayfever all the time and the girls always made fun of your sneezes and even kept count, each time urging you to beat your 'high score').

You took a deep breath to release the hold anxiety seemed to have on your heart before knocking on the door. You instantly heard Myle and Rona barking and the sound and smiled, now excited to play with the puppies.

"Y/N/N! Oh, my little chicky," You were immediately wrapped in a hug from the girl and whilst reciprocating it you felt the urge to cry taking over you once again but you had cried enough for a long time and told yourself to suck it up.

"Hi, Beffy," Your voice was muffled from you pressing it into the crook of Beth's neck.

Beth waited for you to release the hug (she seemed to have a sense of when people needed a hug) and when you did she took your face between her hands, "How have you been, y/n/n?" She asked worriedly.

You smiled sadly at her, "I'm alright, thanks, how are you?"

Beth didn't seem convinced but knew you were aware you could talk to her at any time and if you weren't ready, she would wait, "I am even better now that you are here!" She exclaimed before taking your suitcase in one hand and your hand in her other and dragged you into the house, "Oh, Vivi! I've just gotten a very special delivery!" She turned back and winked at you but continued to lead you to the kitchen.

"Y/N/N!" Viv said with mock enthusiasm, trying to match Beth's with great difficulty with it being early in the morning.

You met her in the middle and gave her a hug, knowing she was joking and that she wasn't a morning person, "Hi, Vivi," You greeted.

Once you broke out of the hug you sheepishly looked to the waffle machine and back to Viv who caught on to your looks, "They'll be 'bout 2 minutes. I know two fluffy little girls who would love to see you," She egged on and you quickly went to find the puppies.

Once you spotted them you dropped to your knees and soon you had two dogs jumping on you and licking your face, "Hello Miss Rona and hello Miss Myle! How are we today my girls!" You spoke in a baby voice and continued to talk to the dogs as if they were such, oblivious to the conversation happening in the kitchen.

"Is she alright? She looks like she's been crying. And wasn't she supposed to come back in another 4 days?" Viv questioned.

Beth sighed and wrapped her arms around her girlfriend, "I don't know what's up but she definitely has been crying and I bet that would explain why she's back so early. When I called she looked like she'd only just stopped crying, I don't know what happened," She looked desperately at Viv. Beth and Viv were unofficially your step-in parents whilst you were in London or wherever you travelled with Arsenal. Beth was a second Mum to you and she took her role very seriously, always checking if you'd had a good sleep and what you had for dinner and if neither of you had plans she would always invite you over for dinner and a movie.

Viv was your unofficial 'Dad' as you'd claimed and would come over to your apartment to fix anything that needed to be done and give you piggyback rides when you were 'too tired' to walk, "Do you want to ask after breakfast? I don't want her to feel overwhelmed, maybe I'll take Myle and Rona for a walk and you could talk to her then?"

Beth nodded, "Yeah alright, I'll do that," She agreed with a sad face.

Viv noticed the look and hugged her again, "She'll be alright, she's with us now, yeah?"

"I just worry about her when she goes home. I miss her as well," She took a deep breath and put on a brave face when you walked in with Rona and Myle on her heels.

"Umm, I think the waffles are done?" You pointed to the waffle iron that was lightly smoking.

Viv rushed over and took out the waffles that were only slightly burned around the edges, "Crispy edges give them more flavour," she told you when she put them in front of you.

You looked up at her in amusement, "Of course, Vivi," You joked while adding your choice of toppings.

You, Beth and Viv conversed lightly over breakfast about your trip home and what you got up to whilst in Australia. You told them what you did with a smile on your face but they both noticed how it didn't stretch as far as usual and how you talked as if your parents hadn't been there at all albeit you staying in their house.

"Right, y/n/n you can go get yourself sorted in the spare room. You are staying tonight," Beth ordered jokingly to which you smiled and nodded in agreement, not really wanting to be alone for another night, "Vivi's gonna walk the puppies and I'll clean up." She clapped her hands and everyone spread off to their 'assignments'.

As Viv was a very clean cook Beth's cleaning was more or less tidying and she quickly joined you in the spare bedroom, "Hey chicken," She spoke softly when she walked in and noticed you staring at the wall looking crestfallen.

You smiled as brightly as you could, "Hi Beffy, sorry I got distracted. I'm a little bit jet-lagged," You waved off, "Do you need help cleaning the kitchen?"

Beth joined you on the bed, "It's all sorted don't worry sweetheart. How you feeling?" She questioned looking you deep in the eyes.

Her stare was so loving and concerned that it made that stupid feeling of crying come back, "I'm fine? You?" Your voice was slightly off as you had a lump in your throat but tried to play it off.

Beth sighed as she didn't want to press you but had to know what was going on with you, "Chick..." She spoke softly and you had to turn your head so she wouldn't see your eyes filling with tears.

She placed a hand on your shoulder and rubbed it gently and you couldn't hold it anymore, your hands came to cover your face and you brought your knees up to your chest and sobbed loudly.

"Oh, honey, no," Beth hated seeing anyone cry but you had a special place in her heart which hurt her even more. She moved your head to be on her shoulder and your legs to lay across her own. She rocked slightly and continued to rub your back. You were hysterical at this point, the comfort Beth was bringing you reminded you of your mother which reminded you of her taking your father's side which brought on another loud sob from deep in your chest.

Beth had to lift your head from her neck to make sure you could get enough oxygen and wouldn't pass out, "Honey, I know it's hard but I need you to take a deep breath for me please," She grabbed your water bottle from the nightstand and gave it to you and you clung to it like a lifeline.

You truly were trying to calm yourself but you couldn't stop crying and you couldn't get enough air to your lungs which was starting to hurt and you began to cough and gag. "Lovely, what's going on?" Beth was extremely concerned you were going to pass out.

After another minute of coughing and gagging you managed to get enough air into your lungs and nestled your head back into Beth's neck and she took your body back into her arms, "I thought he was going to hit me," You cried out as if the words caused you physical pain.

Beth was shell-shocked from the words that came out of your mouth but quickly recovered to comfort you. "Your dad?" She questioned as you had confided in her before about his temper.

You nodded and whimpered slightly as you had calmed down and were no longer audibly sobbing, "And mum," The thought of your mother made you sob again and it took you another minute to rein it back in all whilst Beth sat there patiently waiting for you to talk.

You managed a deep breath and Beth wiped your face free of tears although they were quickly replaced with new ones, "My dad got really angry and then he grabbed my arm and he had his fist up," You cried, "I thought he was going to hit me!" You sobbed.

Beth shook her head and cooed, "Did he?"

You shook your head and Beth relaxed slightly, "And then mum said- she said that I should know better than to push his buttons and that I needed to be careful and that I should apologise!" You weren't the only one who was angry now but Beth had to contain hers to continue to comfort you.

Beth shook her head, "That's not ok, y/n/n, it's not and I am so sorry you had to go through that and I'm glad that you told me, thank you for trusting me,"

You nodded sadly, "I love you Beffy," And you collapsed into her hold and cried silently as she rocked you.

"I love you too, chick, did you leave straight after that?" She questioned wanting to get a better idea of how quickly you left.

She felt you shake your head 'no', "I drove off to the beach and then got myself an ice cream and booked the flight. And once I got home, that's when mum said all that stuff but I'd already packed my bag so I went to leave but my dad was in the living room and he was laughing. I don't know what he was laughing at but it made me so angry so I went and called him a 'fucking pussy'," You both giggled slightly at it, you weren't known to swear and it always sounded weird coming from your mouth.

"I'm proud of you, sweets," Beth kissed the top of your head.

You nodded into her chest, "Thank you, for being here for me" You spoke quietly. Beth continued to rock you and had to look to the ceiling to stop herself from crying. She looked down when she heard quiet snoring coming from you and laid you down against the pillow and laughed quietly at you hugging your water bottle.

She had walked into the kitchen before she started crying. She didn't know how long she'd been standing there crying until two sets of paws jumped at her thighs and when she looked up she saw Viv's concerned face.

Viv dropped the leads on the kitchen counter and gently took hold of Beth's arms, "What's happened? Where's y/n?" She questioned quickly.

Beth sobbed quietly, "She- and her dad- oh and then her mum-," She couldn't get a full sentence out so after holding her in her arms to calm her down, Viv gave her a glass of water.

They had moved to the couch which was where Beth explained the whole story to Viv who was extremely concerned, "And she was crying so hard she was coughing and gagging. Vivi, I was so scared she'd pass out and oh her little face! I don't know how I kept it together!" She outraged quietly, acknowledging the fact that you were asleep down the hall.

Viv once again held Beth, just like she had you, "I can't believe it. I've met him and he seemed lovely. I mean I know they didn't always get along but I never thought it was that bad," She spoke in disbelief.

Beth nodded and was significantly more calm than she had been previously, "She's sleeping now. God, she must be exhausted. I feel so bad for her, my poor little chicken," Beth pouted at the thought of your sad face.

"I know, love, but she's here now, right? She is safe and she's sleeping, it'll be ok," Viv consoled.

"Yeah," Beth nodded dejectedly.

Once you woke up you checked your phone and realised you'd slept for 5 hours but it felt like you could sleep for an eternity. You didn't feel up to talking to the girls yet so you opened your phone and scrolled through Instagram for a while. Most of the Arsenal girls had posted photo dumps of the year and you smiled every time you saw yourself in one and when you saw the girl's comments. Beth and Viv's photo dumps warmed your heart. You appeared in almost all of the photos and laughed when you saw Katie's comment.

katie_mccabe11 might aswell adopt y/n/n now, hey?

You felt so loved and warmed that you decided to post your own.

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Once you had plucked up the energy to head outside you were met with Viv and Beth tucked under a blanket with Netflix loaded on the screen in front of them and a variety of your favourite snacks on the table.

"Hey, y/n/n," Viv noticed you first and Beth quirked up at the sound of your name.

You were standing sheepishly in the hall with one of your pant legs pushed up to your knee, your hair a mess and your water bottle between your arms. Beth cooed at the sight of you, "Come over here chick," She moved over so you would sit between her and Viv.

"Any movie suggestions?" Viv asked teasingly, knowing which movie you would want to watch.

You smiled at her and leaned against Beth, "Grown Ups?" You offered and Viv snickered at the choice, it being your go-to movie.

"Of course," She put it on and whilst you could recite the entire movie off by heart you were still upset that you missed most of it but blamed Beth running her hands through your hair and Viv rubbing your lower legs for putting you to sleep, somewhere where you felt safe, warm and loved.

#woso x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #beth mead #woso imagine #vivianne miedema x reader #beth and viv #beth mead x vivianne miedema #vivianne miedema #beth mead x reader #leah williamson #kyra cooney cross #alanna kennedy #lia walti #steph catley #sam kerr #caitlin foord #woso one shot #woso community

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scudslut · 1 month

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em's masterlist/guidelines

fluff - 𐙚 || smut - ♱ || angst - ✾

➳ Daryl Dixon

one-shots: sins and honey flavored sweetness 𐙚 ♱ ✾ heartsease 𐙚 ♱ a summer wasting 𐙚 midnight refreshments 𐙚 a new years surprise 𐙚 ♱ lazy mornings 𐙚 stay with me 𐙚 ✾ too sweet ♱

drabbles: taste me ♱ head w/ daryl 𐙚♱ daryl’s uncut ♱ s4 daryl 𐙚 ♱ ✾

➳ Scud Frohmeyer

one-shots: take me however you want too ♱

drabbles: cockwarming w/ scud ♱ scuds a slut (canonically) ♱

➳ My Edits

normy's bday dhl burn, burn, burn

please send requests!

About Me!

em | 20 | gemini

hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!

╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)

i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.

in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.

i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!

i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)

I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, 21 sav, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, basement, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, drake, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci, trippie... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.

on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.

i’m canadian, born and raised.

my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.

i love pasta and wine so fucking much, if u don’t we are gonna have issues…

i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.

and that’s pretty much me!:)

please feel free to ask me questions or request fics, i will absolutely love to do them! (as long as they follow guidelines) if your unsure, just message me to clarify! i won’t ever leave u on read, i promise!

My Guidelines:

absolutely no rape/SA/even slight connotations of it.

no incest.

hitting, slapping, or any extreme violence during play, is a no. (daryl loves to smack your ass when he hits it from the back… that’s okay… but he would. not. hit you.)

age play - i will dabble in this but nothing major where reader is barely an adult. the most i’ll do is early/mid 20’s and daryl is his canon age.

oh yes, and i will write for all norman reedus characters! if you want someone else, messsage/ask me!

gifs/dividers from @cafekitsune

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bloodplague · 3 months

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Ticci-Toby in relationships

Simply how I headcanon Toby in romantic and sexual relationships. ^^

Toby is… a walking red flag: Paranoid, m-rderer, possessive, obsessive, clingy, ADHD, bipolar, selfharm, antisocial aka sociopathy, obnoxious, manipulative af, sassy, touchy, incompetent, abandonment issues, uncontrollable due to his bipolar disorder, emotion bursts, mental break downs, schizophrenia, depressed, eating disorder, no social life, no remorse and only rarely empathy, full of himself, selfish, forceful, bloodthirsty, shy in an insane way and way more.

After analyzing Toby for years, gathering canon facts, sheets and tracking down all possible information, I created a whole damn discord server just to write down all the things I analyzed & everything about him in general. So, I can say that this is pretty accurate:

I'll begin with possessive. Toby is incredibly possessive and jealous, trying to be around them as MUCH as possible. He won't give them space nor respect boundaries if it comes to that, completely claiming his partner as his. He might even stalk his partner when he can't be around them or if they need space, fully focusing on them like an insane love-sick raccoon. Toby constantly has his hands on his partner, gives them hickeys or hugs/cuddles them in a possessive way. When it comes to kissing, his cheek won't really bother…. hopefully.

With possessiveness, the paranoia comes as well. He'd immediately think his partner is about to leave him if they either dry text or are really dry with him in general, thinking he's doing something wrong. This will cause him to feel insecure as well as irritated (since he's temperamental). Abandonment is one of his biggest fears anyway, which is why this man needs a LOT of reassurance in a relationship.

The next 2 things are his unhealthy obsession with his partner & his pure clingy-ness. As soon as he begins to love someone, he'll grow so obsessed with them, being all touchy (which is another canon trait) and needy as he constantly craves their attention, to the point where he's being obnoxious.

Even if he's emotional very detached, making fun of his tourettes is a big trigger for him. He simply gets uncomfortable and irritated since literally everyone except a few people make fun of him or comment his tourettes, sometimes even disgusted by the noises his neck or arm makes when he twitches. His irritation will definitely be there and can even cause a rage burst, as his partner is one of the few people he trusts. Even if his humor is dark, he has his limits as well.

In arguments he can quickly become frustrated and blame the other person, thinking he did nothing wrong, unless he's going through an depressive episode. Then he tends to blame himself, terrified he's going to fuck up the relationship.

Due to his C.I.P.A, he can't feel pain, nor can he tell what might hurt and what won't. So, he might accidentally hurt his partner at times by holding their arm or hand too tightly, not aware that he's causing pain. Because of that, Toby is always trying to be as gentle as possible.

Tobias has always been the weird one, always left out and never really recieving love from anyone other than his mother and sister. He's not used to affection, so he'll definitely be very affectionate yet somehow confused as soon as he realises his partner actually accepts him.

Toby used to take the beating his father gave him and his sister in a protective way, which means he has the instinct to protect loved ones. Alone that shows, that he'd be very protective in a relationship, if not even caring… in his own way.

Yes, Toby has many disorders and a tragic past, but people tend to forget that it's canon that Toby forgot his past and doesn't question it. To him, it never happened, and he only gets flashbacks or remembers things when he sees or smells familiar things that remind him again. He might have flashbacks, but they will end and he'll forget about the again.

His ADHD causes a lot of hyperactivity, his bipolar disorder gives him split personalities and constantly makes him go through mania or depression- and his eating disorder causes him to starve himself at times. Alone that is way too much to handle for most people, which is why Toby is convinced he's unlovable and doesn't deserve love.

Suffering under ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder) caused sociopathy: little remorse, lack of empathy, committing serious crimes, impulsive behavior, controlling, defensive, possessive, narcissistic behavior at times, not afraid to use people, a good lair, very manipulative, doing a lot to archive what he wants to archive… etc. It's a serious disorder and handling someone who suffers under this disorder can be exhausting at times, just like arguing with them. Yes, sociopaths are capable of loving and bounding, but it's not easy for them and often ends unhealthy, sadly. Even if Toby is a sociopath, he would definitely not be physically abusive. He might manipulate his partner for either his own pleasure or other reasons, but he's not some monster. Toby stated in one of his voice claims: "What kind of man beats women and children? No man!".

Since Toby doesn't really care about other's feelings (as long as he's not fond of them), he will be pretty sassy. Same with his partner. Of course he will be a little more careful and is really fond of them, but he might say sassy things that can quickly cross the line, even if he doesn't realize it.

At times, he might have heavy mental break downs or lets his rage get the best of him, just throwing his hatchets around and yelling, breaking stuff or even hurting himself. Usually it's just the hand-biting, but he can also find other ways to do self-harm. Those random burst of emotions don't happen a lot, but they are very intensive if they actually happen. That's when he needs his partner the most, even if he will be cold and distant, pushing them away until he feels calmer again. Once he's just more relaxed again, he needs a lot of comfort and feels rather depressed, clinging onto his partner once again.

A big red-flag can be his amnesia. He might forget important things, dates or specific moments that had happened, which can be very irritating to most people. The lack of social interactions also do him no good…

More of the rather toxic personality traits are his selfishness, his "forceful" behavior and the fact that he's full of himself. For example: If he's going through a mania episode, he might tend to be hypersexal. Once he's lustful, he "needs what he craves". Even if his partner might say no, he will just keep begging and asking over and over again until he either finally gets what he wants- or fails. Another method would be manipulation, but if that fails too, he'll just be irritated since (as said) he's full of himself and selfish. He would NOT actually force his partner into intimacy tho, since that is a kind of abuse as well, but he will guilt-trip them.

In general, he can be very clingy, is super possessive and will have an unhealthy obsession with his partner- but at the same time, he's a walking red-flag. He just never learned how to love without hurting people…

#ticci toby #tobias erin rogers #creepypasta #headcanon #crp #slenderman #ticci toby creepypasta

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plutonian-moon · 2 years

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random astro observations ! p3 💋☆°

take what resonates leave what doesn't!!

i notice that many people with bipolar discorder have water moon or 8H moons/12H moon,moon-uranus/moon-pluto, sun-moon (hard aspects) or cancer mars (its not for self diagnosis its just my observation!!) btw i also have bipolar to be specific i have bipolar type II with mixed features and also i have bpd and i have cancer moon 8H opposition pluto in 1H and in my moon persona chart i have pisces moon, moon conjunction uranus, moon square pluto,sun square moon, moon square asc, moon square mercury and so many others hard aspects to the moon lol so yeah... ☆°

gemini placements/3H placements tend to play hands when they talking !! ☆°

animals can be very attracted to 6H placements peoples i notice this the most with 6H suns, 6 moons, 6H venus and 6H neptune !! :3 ☆°

peoples can easly can not understanding what pisces mercury/3H neptune/mercury-neptune/3H pisces are trying to say .. and these peoples also can struggling with what they are trying to say and they mind can be very chaotic also they can escaping alot from reality and others can see this very easly also when u have this u can notice that others peoples can ignore u so much when it comes to what u saying for example u can ask someone who is starting next to u abt something and they just ignore u or u will trying to say something in school (for example) but other person will say this and bc of this u will get ignored (its also personal experience i have pisces mercury 3H conjunction neptune in 3H 😭) ☆

pisces moons/12H moons/moon-neptune (conjunction,inconjunction/quincunx, square, opposition) can have a mother that is playing a victim alot and u can feel very ignored by ur mother like she never listen to u when u r trying to speak or she will be ignoring what u r saying only to say what she wants ☆°

5H neptune can experience with drugs for fun and also experiment alot with drugs hmm also maybe doing drugs bc of being bored and having nothing to do alsooo 5H neptune peoples are very creative with love to art, music, spirituality etc!! also can use music as a form of escaping from reality :3 ooo and when these peoples will have a kids they can have a kids with a strong pisces placements/pisces in big 3/big 6 or neptune dominants/12H stelliums !! kids there can also be very artistic ! ☆°

9H saturn peoples are easly getting into melancholy mood and can have hard time to see something from positive side (3H saturn, 1H saturn, 12H saturn or 10H saturn can relate too) ☆°

12H saturn/pisces saturn/saturn-neptune(opposition,square,inconjunction/quincunx) peoples can be afride of hospitals or water ! also maybe bad experience with hospitals/doctors and water ☆°

8H uranus can have weird kinks 😭😭

9H uranus maybe are people with strong belief or their belief are seeing by others as controversial or "weird" ☆°

11H uranus can have many online friends !! ☆°

1H neptune peoples... something about they look and aura is just so pretty i lov yall sm !! they looks so angelic and sweet !! ☆°

2H moons can have fluid self esteem (one time they love themself and the next time hate how they looks, acts etc!) ☆°

3H mercury/gemini mercury always want to have they last word help and can fighting with u for fun (self exposing myself ☹☹☹) ☆°

mutable venus/mars peoples and gemini moons can be type of people that can experiment alot in relationships and even can be part of lgbt+ 🏳️‍🌈 ☆°

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linos-luna · 6 months

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Bts Yandere Profiles 🔪

Yandere!Bts x Reader

Warnings: Yandere!, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, gaslighting, manipulation

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Namjoon

Manipulative and possessive

He tricked you into this. In fact, he gaslights you all the time! You live at his house now because he convinced you to do so. He didn’t kidnap you. You’re here on your own volition… right?

• He says your family is abusive and not to see them. So you believe him

• brings up your confidence but then suddenly takes it away

• you don’t need a job because he’ll take care of you!

• He wants you to be dependent on him.

• hates when other people look at you.

“Babygirl, your parents are so mean to you. Why do you put up with that?”

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry about stressing at some job!”

“Who was that talking to you?? Don’t lie!”

“Your friends talk behind your back. I’ve seen it!”

“I’m the only one that loves you!”

Jin

Unhinged but loving

Jin is a loving yandere but can’t help being unhinged. He’ll have random outbursts and threaten suicide if you try and leave. Of course… he’d never actually do it…

• he’s calm when he’s suddenly not

• all of the sudden he yells at you then takes it back, then takes the apology back and yells again.

• doesn’t hurt you physically but always puts you on edge.

• doesn’t hide his stalking tendencies.

• in fact, he’ll come straight out of hiding and make himself known. It’s embarrassing for you. But he doesn’t care.

“Ok wait! I didn’t mean it!”

“Don’t leave me! Or I’ll kill myself!”

“Forgive me!”

“Jagiya!! Where are you?!”

Yoongi

Strict but sometimes sweet

Yoongi hates that you make him weak in the knees. He’s not sure why he has such a soft spot for you, but he does. He feels the need to shield you from everything.

• comes off as cold

• keeps you inside all day. Sometimes takes you out at night

• very strict. Don’t talk back to him!

• kinda scary when mad

• but he’s also really sweet. Brings you gifts all the time.

• not much of a cuddly guy but will sometimes allow it. He knows girls like that kinda stuff…

• you want to love him and he can’t seem to resist you…

“What’d you just say to me?!”

“Better watch your mouth, kitten!”

“Do you like roses? I brought you some.”

“Come here, baby. Next to me.”

Hoseok

Bipolar emotions

One moment he’s happy and loving then suddenly cold. Being with him was like walking on eggshells. Half the time you didn’t even know what set him off. But then he smothers you with love. It made you feel bad

• he wants you to have fun and do what you want but also.. doesn’t?

• paranoid that you’re cheating

• constantly accuses you then immediately apologizes

• he’s a little suffocating

• constantly clinging to you

• will threaten you at random then act like nothing happened

“Cheater!!”

“No sorry! I don’t think that!”

“No it’s okay, go have fun…”

“I bought a cake! For what? Our 3 month anniversary!”

Jimin

Psychotic

Jimin is a psychotic yandere. He loves you deeply and will do anything to have you and “keep you safe”… Anything

• very outwardly expresses his love for you

• threatens people around you

• has probably killed someone… who knows 🤷‍♀️

• has a hard time controlling his emotions, whether mad or happy.

• sometimes he laughs when mad, that’s when you know you messed up

• don’t make him angry. He WILL get violent

• he’s stronger than he looks…

“jagiya, stop hiding from me! Don’t make me mad!”

“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m sorry.” *pouts*

Taehyung

Hopeless romantic but also delusional

Taehyung wants the relationship to be something out of a kdrama or romance novel. Everything must be perfect! He loves you even it he’s yelling at you for not doing something right.

• relationship means hugs and kisses. So he gives and expects them daily

• when out, you must ALWAYS hold his hand.

• when out, Taehyung will make sure to dress you so that the both of you match

• call him cute names like: Tae, Baby, Love

• don’t call him Taehyung

• He’ll call you Baby, darling, love, sweetheart, etc

• if you don’t do these things he’ll be not mad but frustrated.

• he will throw a fit..

“That’s not how it’s supposed to be!”

“Sweetheart, look at the new outfits I got for us!”

“No no no!! It’s all wrong!!”

“Why aren’t you holding my hand?? Are you mad?!”

Jungkook

Loving but… obsessive

When you started dating him, everything was great. He spoils you. He texts you every day and is always there when you need him but… he’s also a little weird.

• love bombs you.

• texts you everyday all day. And if you don’t respond right away he freaks out

• stalks you although you didn’t notice at first

• constantly thinks someone is gonna hurt you.

• he’s a strong guy, he might hurt you. But not intentionally!

“I’m sorry! Sorry! I didn’t mean it!”

*on the phone• “Baby, where are you?? You haven’t answered my texts!”

“Baby I brought you some gifts!” 😁

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auras-moonstone · 7 months

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hi ursula! as a swiftie, would you be willing to write something with jack based on “Foolish One” by Taylor? thanks! and good luck with college!

hii, thank you so much! not gonna lie, i don’t think this is my best work, but i really tried my best and i hope you enjoy it<3 ps. i feel so bad for making jack act like an asshole 🥺

foolish one — jack champion

word count: 2,586

pairing: jack champion x fem!reader

based on: foolish one by taylor swift

summary: y/n is in love with jack and he keeps her hoping for something that’s never going to come.

HER RELATIONSHIP WITH JACK WAS ONE OF THE MOST CONFUSING THINGS Y/N HAD EVER KNOWN. They had been friends for months, and somewhere along the way, their friendship got a little bit flirty. And Jack was a charming boy, so Y/N fell for him faster than the wind.

She was all in for him and has been open about her feelings since the very first day. And while her cards were on the table, Jack kept his in his hands. Y/N had no idea where he stood when it came to them. One day, he was the sweetest guy in the world, treating her like she was royalty—which kept her hopes high—and the next one he would ghost her and act cold.

The questions pounded her head whenever she laid in bed with nothing else to do. Most nights she would talk herself to sleep, answering her own doubts and justifying Jack’s behaviour. Y/N was mad about him, so mad she would overlook his bipolar attitude and block the voices in her head.

You’re not the exception, you’ll never learn your lesson, they said. She would shake her head and instead replace it with wishful thoughts—like him finally confessing his love. Confessions of love that, like her voices tried to warn, were never going to come.

Y/N’s friends saw right through Jack’s actions. He loved Y/N’s devoted disposition, but he didn’t want a relationship with her. And at the same time, he didn’t want to see her with someone else, so he kept her waiting and stringing her along. They had warned Y/N and tried multiple times to make her open her eyes, but it was a lost cause—she was in a denial haze, taking the long way down.

“I’m fine, guys. The shooting extended a bit, that’s it.” Y/N said on the phone, after her friends called her when she texted Jack couldn’t make it to their hang out.

“He kept you waiting for three hours, Y/N” Willow said, venom on her voice. She was so tired of Jack and his tricks.

“Well, he wasn’t allowed to use his phone on set until a few minutes ago.” Y/N shrugged. All of her friends could notice the tense tone, she was acting like she was fine.

Truth was, Y/N was disappointed. Though she really understood the complications that came with his work, she just really missed him. They hadn’t seen each other in days, and her heart longed for him.

“That’s bullshit, and you know it.” James spoke harshly.

Y/N was about to defend Jack when the bell rang. “I gotta go, guys. I’m okay, don’t worry about me. Love you.”

The girl, still in her skirt and top, opened the door to find a bouquet of roses in front of her face. The person holding them pulled the flowers down to make his face visible. There stood Jack, with his apologetic smile and a pout. “I’m really sorry, Y/N/N.”

Y/N smiled instantly, taking the roses. “Thank you, Jack. And it’s okay, really. I understand how shootings work.”

“You are so amazing, have I ever told you that?” he gave her his most charming smile and Y/N melted. “And you look so beautiful. Is it too late to hang out?”

Blushing like a school girl with a crush, Y/N shook her head and signalled him to come in. “I only have leftovers, hope that is okay.”

“It’s perfect” he assured her.

“Thanks for the roses, I love them.” she smiled contently as she put them on a vase.

“They reminded me of you.” Jack said, putting a strand of her head behind her ear. She looked at him curiously, as if telling him to expand. “I saw them on the flower shop and they brought me back to that shade of lipstick you wear, it looks so good on you.”

This was the side of Jack that she loved and confused her at the same time. She didn’t know what to call the situation—it wasn’t an interaction between two friends, but she couldn’t call Jack hers either. Y/N didn’t have a clue about Jack’s feelings towards her, and she was too much of a coward to ask, so she tried her best to seem bulletproof, to act as if his compliments didn’t ignite a fire on her.

“Y/N?” Jack spoke up as he paused the movie they had been watching for the last hour, making her lift her head that was resting on his shoulder. “I want to ask you something.”

Flickers of hope invaded her body. Was this it? Was he finally coming around? “Okay…”

“You know the premiere for my movie is next week, right?” Jack said, and she nodded. “I was wondering if you’d like to go with me? As my date”

She bit the inside of her cheek to not scream in excitement. “Of course, I’d love to.”

He smiled widely and kissed her temple. “Perfect. Before you resume the movie I need to go to the bathroom, be right back.”

A few seconds later, a text notification was heard and Y/N, thinking it was her phone, read it from the locked screen.

i’m sorry i couldn’t meet you tonight :(

i feel really bad, but the photoshoot was longer than i expected

i’m free rn, maybe we can still meet up?

Y/N left the phone back on the table, as if it was a radioactive device. He had plans tonight? Was that why he came here? Because he didn’t have anything else to do?

“Hey, everything okay?” Jack asked, sitting back next to her.

“Yeah, just a bit tired.” she answered, body rigid as Jack grabbed his phone. She saw him scan the texts and she noticed he tried to bit back a smile.

“I have to go, anyways. Family emergency” he said, kissing her cheek. “I had fun, and your left overs were chef’s kiss.”

Y/N forced a laugh. “Me too”

When Jack left, she went to bed and the excuses unfolded all at once—maybe it was just a friend.

Then why would he lie? the voice on her head retorted

He didn’t want to make me feel bad about leaving. He had plans with her before me, after all.

Apparently everyone comes before you on his list of priorities, the voice said.

He asked me to be his date to the premiere. Me, not anyone else.

You will never learn your lesson.

Y/N HAD BEEN WAITING FOR HOURS ON HER COUCH WHEN HER FRIENDS SENT HER THE PICTURES OF JACK WITH ANOTHER GIRL AT THE PREMIERE. Once the information sinked down, she stayed sitting there frozen for a couple of minutes, trying to make sense of the situation. But there was no justification that came to mind this time, it was crystal clear, so Y/N went to change her clothes, completely defeated.

Her long black dress didn’t make her feel as pretty anymore (instead, it made her feel stupid) and the make-up she had worked on for hours—which she had copied from one tutorial on Youtube because she didn’t have a clue about the subject—had been washed away by her tears.

She had been played by Jack’s sick need to give love just to take it away in an instant. But this time it hurt even more, because Y/N had finally learnt her lesson and knew it was time to go, to get away from him. Jack had always been an expert at sorry’s, at keeping the lines blurry to mess up with her mind and heart, he sweet talked her and ignored her when he didn’t need her.

He hadn’t written her or called since the night he left her house for a supposed “family emergency”, and Y/N had told herself it was because he was very busy. Now she knew better, the silence meant something, it screamed “goodbye”. He finally got the girl he wanted on his arm, Y/N had been just a girl he kept in the wings, the foolish one that he kept content with just a couple of longing glances. She hadn’t seen the signs, or she hadn’t wanted to, and that’s why now she was leaning the hard way.

Y/N spent the following days in bed, the only times she got up were to go to the bathroom and make something to eat. She didn’t answer texts or calls, she wasn’t in the mood to talk. Her heart felt heavy, as if it had been beaten repeatedly—which it had, just not literally. There hadn’t been any signs of Jack—not an i’m sorry, or an explanation, not even a hi. He had erased her from his life as if she didn’t matter, as if she never existed. And it pained her, it pained her that on his mind, she wasn’t even deserving of an apology.

On day seven of self-isolation, James barged into her house. The angry look on his face faded away once he saw her lying like a crumbled up piece of paper. “Have you been casted in The Walking Dead?” he asked humoursly.

Y/N bit back a smile. “No, I’ve been casted as someone who was attacked by a dementor.”

“Ah, the make-up department has done a great job then.” he said, sitting next to her. “This needs to stop, Y/N/N.” his tone changed to a serious one.

“I know, I’m just… I’m scared that if I go out I might bump into them, I don’t know if my heart can take that.” she confessed. “He hasn’t apologised, James. He hasn’t said a word to me…. was I that meaningless to him?”

“He’s an asshole, and I’m not letting you isolate yourself because of him anymore. We are going out, I miss my best friend. And seeing you live like a vampire is depressing, honestly when was the last time you saw the sun?”

“I have windows, drama queen” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“Go shower, you give onions a run for their money”

“Shut up, dick” she laughed, pushing him harshly making him fall to the bed.

Y/N’S WORST NIGHTMARE BECAME TRUE. She had been sitting on the table alone, because James had gone to the toilet, when a familiar face approached her. Just like a dementor, Jack’s presence had sucked away the little happiness James had managed to make her feel. Jack look radiant, just like the girl he had his hand attached to, and it made Y/N want to die.

“Hey! Long time no see” Jack smiled, like nothing had happened. Like he hadn’t ruined her for the millionth time and finally managed to pull the last straw.

“Yeah” she said simply, looking away from him hoping he would get the memo.

“Do you have anything to do later? We should catch up” he said with a smile. He look so sweet and kind, it was hard to comprehend he was the same boy who had toyed with her heart. But he was, and the sweet boy facade didn’t work on her anymore.

“Sorry. Busy” she replied shortly and harshly.

“Hey, babe. Everything okay?” James slided on the seat next to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. He gave her a look, saying ‘follow my lead’.

“Yes, J. Bumped into an old friend” she forced a smile.

“James, nice to meet you” the boy extended his hand for Jack to shake. The brunet had his jaw clenched, glaring at James with storm in his eyes. He was raging with jealousy.

“Jack, nice to meet you too” he said, though his voice couldn’t have sounded more fake. Then he set his eyes on the girl “Can we talk?”

“I don’t think there’s anything to talk about. I’m on a date, and I think you’re too.” Y/N answered, sneaking a glance at the girl who stood uncomfortably behind the actor.

“She’s just a friend” Jack said quickly.

“I don’t care. Go away, please” her determined tone was a clear sign that there was nothing Jack could do to change her mind, so he left. Though it didn’t mean he was giving up.

A few hours later, he showed up to her house. Y/N rolled her eyes as soon as she saw him, and tried to close the door, though Jack stopped it with his foot.

“I just want to talk, please” he said.

“Fine, let’s talk. But be quick, I don’t want to see your face for too long”

“Okay, what is going on? Why don’t you want to talk to me?” the tall boy asked, closing the door behind him. She didn’t invite him to the living room, they just stayed by the entrance.

“I can’t believe you don’t even care enough to realize what you did. Or are you just playing dumb?”

“I honestly have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Really? You don’t acknowledge the fact that you stood me up? We were supposed to go to that premiere together, Jack! And you didn’t even tell me about the change of plans, I had to find out through Instagram! Do you know how much that hurt? I was so excited for that date.”

Jack set his gaze on the floor. “It was stupid, what I did. I’m so sorry. Megan asked me if she could go as my date and I- I had a crush on her for so long, I couldn’t say no.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve understood. It was going to tear me to pieces, because I really loved you Jack, but I really would’ve understood. Instead, you ghosted me. You didn’t even have the decency to check on me the following days.”

“I forgot” he muttered, unable to meet her eyes.

She scoffed “You forgot?” disbelief spurred from her lips. “Wow. Shit, I was so blind, what the hell is wrong with me? I fell for someone who never cared about me, he only pretended. I settled for your longing glances while I gave you my full attention every goddamn time”

“No, I do care. I’m so sorry. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you, Y/N/N.”

The tears blurred her vision “I know, it comes naturally for you. Because you only think about yourself.”

“Let me fix this, Y/N. I don’t want you out of my life” he tried to hold her hand, but she took a step back.

“You can’t fix this. You should’ve thought about it before you messed me up. Your words don’t mean anything now, it’s too late.”

Jack frowned “Because you’re with someone else?”

“Because I stopped being foolish. I’m not falling for your stupid charm again. So please, loose my number and don’t show up at my door anymore, I’m done with you.”

“I’m so sorry, Y/N”

The girl laughed. “I never realized, but our dynamic was always like that. You would mess up, ghost me for a few days and then apologise. And like a love-sick puppy, I would let you in again every time. I really did love you, Jack, it sucks that you couldn’t have cared less.”

“Stop saying that, it’s not true. I care” Jack said with a sigh.

“You’re here because you saw me with someone else, and you hate it when my attention isn’t sorely on you. This is about your ego, not about you caring for me.” Y/N said, Jack opened his mouth only to close it again. She was right. “Goodbye, Jack.”

When she finally managed to get Jack out of her house, she rested against the door. Her chest felt light, the weight had completely disappeared, and she realized that bumping into Jack had been the best thing that could’ve happened to her. It had been an opportunity for her to let out all of the feelings she had been bottling up for months. Now she could finally move onto something better.

#jack champion #jack champion x reader #jack champion x y/n #jack champion oneshot #jackchampion #jack champion imagine #jack champion fluff #ethan landry #jack champion fanfic #ethan landry fluff #ethan landry oneshot #ethan landry fic #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry x y/n #ethan landry x you #ethanlandry #taylor swift

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istoleyoursk1n · 4 months

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I’d love a take on like mental health disabilities. Where it isn’t physical, but your mental health issues are severe enough that they impact your life. Like panic disorder or mood disorders (e.g bipolar disorder type 1 or 2). These often do have physical symptoms but differ from physical disabilities. Also MH issues can be massively triggered by poor sleep, I think the companions would make the connection. Perhaps that’s what clues them in? I’m up for anything! I am most interested in: Gale, Wyll, and Astarion in that order! Blessings to you in this season!🤍

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How would the boys react to a Tav with mental health issues?

: ̗̀➛ GALE

He’s been concerned for you the moment he awoke to you still wandering about the camp in the late hours of the morning. You would insist that you’d head right back to sleep but you never seem to do so.

Not just that, but the fact that you hardly eat as much as the others concerns him. He assumed it was due to your self proclaimed ‘small-appetite’ but this was getting too far.

It was difficult at first to work his way around your constant mood swings. You were unpredictable but he didn't want to come off as overbearing.

Over time, he’d come to learn and soon enough understand whatever’s troubling you. He simply couldn't leave you to your own devices, not when there's something clearly bothering you beyond the stress of the absolute and whatnot.

Discovering your mental issues was a situation he handled as gently as possible, trying to figure out where these issues could have stemmed from.

For once he's not rambling, allowing you to speak aloud and vent out all your frustrations and sorrows as he sits there, attentively listening to each one.

It was heartbreaking for him to hear about everything that's been on your mind but he’ll figure out a way to make it better with you. Having you trust him enough to say all this was just the push he needed for him to give you his unyielding support.

From then on, he planned out ways to help out. Whether that be casting a sleep spell on you (with your consent) or eating beside you to monitor your food intake, he suddenly becomes the perfect caretaker. If you didn't have the energy to take care of yourself, he was there to tend to you.

He’ll constantly encourage you to voice or write down your concerns whenever it all gets too much, staying there right by your side to provide whatever comfort he can. He could even cast a spell or two to alleviate some of the stress that had lingered into your mind.

And if you ever get a sudden panic attack? Don't worry, he’ll be right there to guide you through it, implementing breathing exercises he had learned and love-filled words of reassurance to get you to calm down.

Through thick and thin, he's by your side, handling each problem you face step by step.

: ̗̀➛ WYLL

Your lack of energy during battles was something he immediately noticed. It was nothing something that could be knocked down by inexperience at all, this was something very different and he could sense it.

Even the way you walked and talked at times sounded oddly… tired and while this entire journey was quite exhausting, this was beyond that.

At first, he confronted you about it, asking if there was something troubling you and whatnot but you never seemed to give him the honest answer.

It was upsetting him, even frustrating at times but he knew better than to lash out at someone who was clearly going through something. He just had to understand you better.

It took him a while to get there, especially with your mood swings and defensive behavior but that didn't deter him one bit. What would usually lead to heated arguments for most was instead him atempting to soothe you.

His heart practically shattered the first time you finally broke down in front of him, pouring your own heart out for him to hold in the hopes that it would be in good hands.

Thankfully, he handled it with care, cradling you gently in his embrace the moment tears began to fall. Every plea, whisper, and cry was another reason for him to shower you with an endless amount of love.

You came to him shattered, but he would be more than willing to pick up and kiss every piece, being there for you in the moments when it felt as though the world was simply getting too much.

He would be the one to encourage you both to talk, allowing you to express your concerns and all your troubles whilst you both try to figure out a way to tend to each other.

He’d do whatever he could to keep you happy, going out of his way to bring you your favorite flowers to make you feel better. He truly cares for you and he’d gift you the world if he could.

: ̗̀➛ ASTARION

The bully 2.0

Had little regard for you at first, your obvious signs of exhaustion and stress only made him want to poke at you more. A jab here, a jab there, he was being as snarky as always without realizing its effects.

However, somewhere along the line, you snapped at him in a way that almost made him cower. It reminded him too much of certain memories he dared not discuss so openly.

You were angry but also pained, a fury of emotions he couldn't help but feel saddened by. Such sorrow was being directed straight at him and the petty remarks that would usually come from him after such an outburst were gone.

He can see your pain, your suffering, that something was going on… and that perhaps this time, he shouldn't be pushing you even further.

Was it guilt that he felt? Maybe. However, the aching feeling gnawing at his chest made him want to treat you better.

It was difficult at first, he had no idea how to predict or go about it all without you lashing at him but he was persistent.

He had put his false facade away just to apologize, to help understand you at a level where he could finally see what’s been troubling that mind of yours. It was certainly something he’d never find himself doing but for you? He’ll try.

Suddenly, he's talking to you in a softer tone, treating you as gently as he could without being too pushy or forward. He’d do what he could to help you vent out everything you've kept inside, piecing the pieces of the elaborate puzzle that is you.

He’d be there to calm you when the storm in your head gets too hard to control, a storm he would make the effort to weather in hopes that in the end, it would bring you both peace.

On those cold nights when you can't bring yourself to sleep, he’d be there to stay up with you, staying by your side until you both fall fast asleep or to listen to every concern you may have.

And if it helps, perhaps slaying a goblin or two would reduce the stress. However, if violence is quite your forte, allow him to stitch up a small little plush for you in his free time. Something to keep you happy (as he curses for pricking himself with the needle.)

For you have grown to be someone he deeply cares for, someone who he wants to protect and treasure, flaws and all. He knows what it's like to carry such a heavy mental toll on yourself, and he hopes that you and him can get through these issues together.

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#bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 headcanon #bg3 astarion #bg3 wyll #bg3 gale #astarion #wyll #gale #bg3 headcanons #bg3 x reader

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sturniolosugar · 3 months

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DAMAGED PT. 3

pairing y/n and chris sturniolo

summary: Y/N is in a toxic relationship with her boyfriend Gio. Y/n meets someone named Chris and ends up in a fucked up situation.

warnings: mentions of smoking, mental health talk

didn’t proof read tbh

pt1 pt2 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7

Its been about 2 weeks since I’ve last seen Chris. We’ve texted every now and then but not as much as I would like. Maybe he doesn’t wanna be around me..? Maybe I’m just overthinking or maybe I’m right. I haven’t really stopped thinking about him since the last time we were together. I can’t stop thinking about how he kissed my wrist where the red marks that Gio had left were. Do friends do that type of stuff? Was he just being friendly? I don’t even know at this point. My fucking brain hurts. It’s not like I have feelings for Chris or anything. I just miss him. As a friend of course. I’ve been pretty lonely since me and Gio officially broke up. Just because I honestly don’t have friends, I would always be around Gio’s friends. But I never really had any of my own since I graduated. I’ve been in my head so much I think I’m actually going a little crazy. Chris texts me at random times & then doesn’t respond for hours. I thought we could be friends but maybe he decided that he doesn’t wanna be friends with a person like me. I felt a connection. We bonded. Maybe I’m just tripping. I don’t even know anymore. Universe please give me fucking answers.

5 pm same day

I’m just getting out of the shower when I hear a ding on my phone and grab my phone. “Hey sorry I’ve been hella busy. Do you wanna hang?” The text from Chris reads. My heart beat speeds up. Yes I wanna fucking hang out, what the fuck kind of question is that? I’ve been dying to hangout with you for what felt like years. I need to calm down it’s literally been 2 weeks. “Sure” I respond to the text trying to seem nonchalant even though I’m very much the opposite of nonchalant. “Okok I’ll pick you up and we can chill at my place if you want.” He responds. I text him back and agree. Some time passes before I hear him pull in the driveway. I walk out of my front door and walk towards his car. I get into the vehicle and immediately look at Chris. He’s already looking at me smiling. “Hey stranger” he says. “Heyyy” I say smiling.

A couple hours go by with hanging out with Chris. We are sitting on his bed less than a foot apart and just talking about a variety of things like our past, and parents and how it was growing up, enjoying each other’s company while listening to music and smoking. I tell him about how my mom lives an hour away and I never get to see her anymore & about how my dad left me and my mom when I was 6 years old. He tells me about his parents and how they live in the same town as us they are just always working so he doesn’t get to see them often.

I explain to him that I am diagnosed with bpd, depression and anxiety and we talk a lot about our mental health. “It’s hard you know. I feel really deeply and have never known what it’s like to not feel deep” I say. “I get that for real. I’m diagnosed with bipolar disorder, sometimes I get really self destructive and isolate myself. The highs are high but the lows are very low” Chris responds and passes me the blunt that we have been smoking on. “I don’t ever talk about shit like this. Whenever I tried talking to Gio about it he would laugh and say that I’m dramatic” I say hitting the blunt and looking down at the ground. “Fuck him. He’s missing out on a raw, rare, beautiful soul” Chris says. I feel myself warm up on the inside. His words stick with me so much. I hand Chris the almost gone blunt.

“I hope I didn’t accidentally get you into smoking” Chris chuckles before putting the blunt out. I asked him if we could smoke because I loved the way it made me feel last time. “No I just like how it makes me feel” I respond laughing and shaking my head. “I never knew how to inhale until I smoked with you last time. If I would of known this is how it feels like I would of started smoking a long time ago” I laughed. “That’s how I felt when I first started smoking.” He says. “I just watched how you inhaled and exhaled. You basically taught me how to smoke without realizing it.” I say looking at him. His eyes are glossy and red. I don’t know if it’s possible but I think he looks even more attractive when he’s high. “I could teach you a lot of things If you would let me.” He says under his breath quickly. “What did you say?” I ask. He moves closer to me so that way our knees are touching. “Nothing.” He says and smiles innocently. My heart beat quickens and I get nervous as his knee touches my knee. He notices my energy change. I feel like I wouldn’t have a reaction if I was sober, but I’m high.

I lay back onto his bed trying to change positions that way there is space between us. He moves and lays back next to me. Fuck. I need space. When I’m high and around him I feel some type of way. He’s close to me again and Im trying to keep my composure. “Do I make you nervous?” He says pushing my hair behind my ear with his fingers. “What? No- I’m-” I stop in the middle of my sentence as I can’t come up with a lie fast enough. “Can I hold you?” He says catching me off guard. “Yeah, if you want.” I say hesitantly. He grabs my body and moves me closer to him. He puts his arms around my waist so that way he’s spooning me. He gently rubs his fingers across my skin. My body tenses and I unintentionally get goosebumps. “Your touch deprived” he whispers. “Im okay- I just-” I start to say but am cut off by Chris. “You don’t have to explain, I just know by the way your body reacts to my touch.” He says. He pulls me impossibly closer to him. We sit there listening to music for a couple minutes before he speaks. “I’m having a party on Saturday if you would like to come you can.” He says. “Yeah I can come.” I say knowing I have no other plans. “Bet” he says. I turn to face him and stare into his eyes. His eyes are so beautiful. He’s so beautiful. It almost bothers me. Because I know that if I think he’s attractive so does a ton of other girls and I could never compete even if I wanted to. I wonder what his type is? “Why are you staring at me?” He says smiling. “I don’t know” I say blushing. “Your beautiful” he says out of the blue. “Thank you” I say feeling my face get hot. We stare into each other eyes not saying a word but it felt like we were having a whole conversation only using our eyes.

I hear my phone ding and grab my phone to see who texted. It’s Gio. I open the message to see a picture of him holding another girls hand. He’s lame as fuck. That’s some middle school shit. I scoff and hold up my phone to Chris to show him the message. He shakes his head “what is he 5 years old? He’s butthurt as fuck & tryna be petty” he says. I put my hands over my face and shake my head. “I have an idea.” He says, his face lighting up. “What?” I ask curiously. “We can always send him a picture back, except a better picture that will make him lose his mind” he says with a blank facial expression. My heart sinks. What does he mean? “Okay. What do we do in the picture?” Chris grabs my phone out of my hand and presses the camera icon. The camera is now on us.

“Stick out your tongue” Chris says. I stick out my tongue and he sticks out his tongue making the tips of our tongues touch. My body freezes. He takes the picture and I force out a laugh trying to hide the fact that I want to feel more of his tongue. I want his tongue in my mouth, on my body, everywhere. But I hold my composure together and smile. There’s no way this motherfucker is gonna send that. “It’s to blurry redo it” he says. My heart drops but I quickly stick my tongue out and he sticks his tongue out making our tongues touch again. I try to hold back my smile. He takes multiple pictures and I start to laugh and pull myself back. He laughs and goes through the pictures we just took. I feel my body heating up as tons of emotions run through my entire body. I try to suppress the emotions so that way he can’t tell I’m freaking out on the inside. He stares at the pictures and I move closer so that way I can see them as well. We stare at the pictures not saying a word. He looks up at me making our eyes lock. His fucking gaze. He smiles and looks back down at the phone. He favorites some of the pictures and then goes to the messages with Gio and sends one of the pictures. I start to laugh and shake my head. “If he wants to be petty so can we” Chris says smiling and shrugging his shoulders. I laugh and shrug my shoulders. “Block him” Chris says with a non readable facial expression. I pause for a moment before grabbing my phone and blocking Gio.

Chris’s POV

I grab y/n’s phone and open her camera app and put the camera on us. I lean closer to her and tell her to stick out her tongue. She sticks out her tongue and I take the chance to stick out my tongue as well making the tips of our tongues touch not knowing how she would react. I take a couple pictures purposefully shaking the camera a little bit so that way they would turn out a little blurry so that way I had another excuse to feel her tongue against mine again. We stick out our tongues again making our tongues touch for the second time. I take multiple pictures and she pulls herself away from me and laughs. I swipe through the pictures and feel y/n move closer so she was able to see the pictures as well. We stare at the pictures, I wish I could feel more of her. I wish I could give her the relief she’s been craving since her and Gio broke up. I know she’s touch deprived and I know she’s probably feeling tons of emotions right now but so am I. I was testing the waters to see how she would react but the fact that she let our tongues touch for a second time tells me she didn’t mind it.

I look up from the picture and stare into her beautiful brown eyes. She’s such a beautiful, pure soul. She’s never deserved what she’s been through. I could never bring myself to say this out loud to her but I wish I could spend all of my time with her. I wish I could be around her 24/7. I wish I could heal her heart. I look back down at the pictures before favoriting some of them and sending some to Gio. “If he wants to be petty we can be too” I say laughing and shrugging my shoulders. “Block him” I tell her. She pauses for a moment and then proceeds to block him. It’s not that I wanna be controlling or anything I just didn’t want him to respond to the pictures we sent and call her more names and try to manipulate her anymore than he already has. I just wanted him to see that she’s with me. He doesn’t get to have her anymore. He doesn’t get to touch her, smell her, hear her laugh anymore. I do. And that’s better than any revenge.

Y/N’s POV:

Some time passes and me and Chris are now laying down. “I’m starting to get tired Chris.” I say yawning. “Do you wanna stay the night?” He asks. I think for a second before responding with “No”. He looks at me with a saddened expression on his face. I want to stay the night so bad but I don’t know if I’ll be able to control my emotions or thoughts. I want to stay with him forever but I can’t because I know it’ll be hard for me to keep my hands to myself. The more time I spend with him the more easy it will be to get attached and I can’t let that happen. I have to keep reminding myself not to catch feelings or get attached. I have issues. And I don’t wanna fall for him. I can’t be hurt again. And he probably just sees me as just a friend. Friends can touch tongues right? Shit. I don’t know. “Okay ma. I suppose I’ll take you home instead of tying you up in the basement and keeping you all to myself.” He says smiling before throwing a pillow at my face.

We arrive to my house and pull into my driveway. “Get some sleep mama. Text me tomorrow.” He says. Ugh something about him calling me mama makes me wanna change my mind and stay the night at his house. I smile “goodnight Christopher drive safe” I say before getting out of the car and walking into my house. I get inside my room and change into pajamas. I pick up my phone and go to my camera roll. I stare at the pictures me and Chris took.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo smutt #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo #spotify #fanfic #matthew sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo smut

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ghostr0tz · 1 month

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please please share your vox neurodivergent headcanons

*smacks the top of his head* this bad boy can fit SO many problems and disorders in him.

but before we start i do want to say i am saying this all as personal headcanons as someone with my own laundry list of issues. Okay lets go:

HEAVYYYYY on Autism. Has a VERY strict routine he sticks to and gets sooo fucking irritated when it gets interrupted. The only except is if its a Vee and its something Important to them (he still gets petty about it though). It mostly revolves around work.

He's extremely sensory seeking, and constantly fidgetting and stimming. He paces. A LOT.

Vox is very touchy to friends but will kill a stranger for bumping into him. Constantly touching Val's fluff and Velvette's nicer-feeling clothes.

LOVES compression . Makes Val lay on him all the time. He's like a personal weighted blanket. His body being partially mechanical makes his under-sensitive to stimuli. Hard for him to really process pain and managing it.

VERY opinionated and vindictive about his thoughts and takes. Takes it very personal if you disagree and will try SO hard to yell at you to see how he's right.

The Vees are constantly getting in debates that concern anyone around them but they all love it. They all fucking love arguing.

Special Interest in technology (new AND old), movies and shows (constantly rewatching classics), and biology. Does not let anyone get a SINGLE word in unless its questions when he's infodumping.

Probably has ADHD too. Talkative as shit when he feels hyperactive. Has such a strict routine with himself because he knows if he doesn't stick to it he WILL go insane and become a bit of a #disaster.

Medicated? Yes!!!! Remembers to take his medication? Also yes but ONLY because he's set so many alarms and reminds for himself.

He Has So Many Alarms For Everything. It drives the other Vees insane how his phone seems to go off every. other. fucking. minute.

Hard to keep Vox's attention on things and is constantly cycling through content like his life depends on it. Always has SOMETHING playing near him unless he's really overwhelmed from the day.

It doesn't take a whole lot to make him go nonverbal, usually plays captions on his face or has a speech assistant on his phone that sounds like him.

This bitch is SOOO Bipolar coded though. He's disinterested in a lot of life and usually in a depressive swing. His swings of mania are VERY bad and chaotic though (Stayed Gone is such a good mania portrayal . TO ME).

Alastor very much triggers his mania and psychosis probably before their split and very CLEARLY afterwards.

Also probably on the schizospectrum. Probably Schizoaffective?

Hallucinates when he's having mania swings and psychotic symptoms. Has some pretty bad delusions too about his power and status and definitely had them BEFORE he was an overlord. has delusions about his relationships too. (probably did NOT help when he and Al were on good terms. probably played a role in their split)

Also his glitches feel like tics to me and its important i say that or ill explode. He masks them pretty well in public and has gotten used to playing them off. But the Vees have gotten used to him accidentlly smackign them while ticcing.

okay i think thats it for now. hope you enjoyed my rambles :0 !

#i like him a normal amount #hes just SO full of problems and issues #I could also see him having bpd but this list is long enough #but these are just silly little headcanons dont take them too seriously #vox #vox hazbin hotel #hazbin vox #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #headcanons #ask #hazbin valentino #hazbin velvette #hazbin alastor #mentioned so i wanted to tag them

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tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang · 2 months

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who in tr do you think would be the best s/o for someone who's normally a really reliable and strong person but has a hard time and tries to hide Bipolar symptoms?

I feel like a few of them could fit but these were the first five that came to mind

Mikey

Is known to be very perceptive of the people around him, he can tell you're hiding something from him and immediately wants to know what.

He asks Draken for advice and is told to ask but not push you too hard.

Comes round to your house the next day, bringing snacks and asking to hang out. He brings up his concerns during this time.

"I can tell somethings bothering you, that you're hiding something from me, from all of us. You can tell me yknow, I just want to help"

He knows what it's like to hide a part of yourself from everyone else so understands and tries to help in any way he can.

Baji

Can tell when something is bothering you and has seen others try to act strong enough times that he can recognise the behaviour in you.

Is very upfront about it, straight up asking you.

"Oi you've been acting differently, somethings wrong so what is it?"

Sits and listens if you want to talk, despite how upfront he is, he generally cares and listens to anything you have to say, asking questions if he needs to.

Pats you on the arm after, telling you how he knows what it's like to feel like you have to do everything alone. Then reassures you that it's not true. He's there for you as well as everyone else.

Chifuyu

He's not doing this again, he's already gone through all of this with Baji trying to do everything alone. He won't let you go through the same thing.

Sits down next to you and starts telling you secrets, all kinds of things from his life. Then asks you not to hide any part of yourself from him. He doesn't ask exactly what's wrong but he does make it clear that you two can trust each other. He trusts you to tell him yourself.

After he pulls you close to him, hugging you and tells you everything is going to be ok.

Smiley

Knows what it's like to need to be strong and to have a part of yourself which makes you feel like you're not strong. When he notices you hiding things he's concerned. He sees you as perfect so why hide things?

Tells you that whatever it is you're going through, you don't have to fight alone. He loves fighting so let him help fight your demons too.

Makes a deal with you after, that you both will be more unapologetically yourselves and show each other the different sides of you more.

Kakucho

He's attentive and used to caring for Izana including noticing changes in behaviours. So he spots you hiding things straight away. He doesn't act straight away though, instead he observes you for a few days, trying to decide how to bring it up.

Pulls you towards him one day, kissing you on the cheek and telling you how much he adores you. All of you. Tells you he knows you're hiding something but that you don't have to tell him. Whatever it is he loves that part of you too.

Wants to help with whatever it is, all he wants is for you to be happy. "Meeting you has changed my life, you're always there for me so let me be there for you"

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev #manjiro sano #baji keisuke #chifuyu matsuno #nahoya kawata #Kakucho

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 4 months

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Just read your free-access Patreon article about Taylor Swift and the Time person of the year piece. I love your journalistic voice, the whole thing was a really engaging read.

As someone who has actual family members with mismanaged NPD/BPD/Bipolar, I hard agree on how vacuous and performative songs like Anti Hero feel if you're actually in touch with those issues. I remember the first time I heard the lyric "my covert narcissism might disguise as altruism" over the radio while driving and nearly had an out-of-body experience from sheer bafflement. That "heehee I'm mentally ill and make problems because of it" tone struck me as either someone profoundly out of touch appropriating the language of a genuine issue to lend their middle-of-the-road pop a veener of depth (which is lowkey shitty and a vibe I previously kinda clocked in You Need to Calm Down) or someone who is actually lowkey toxic using "heehee I'm mentally ill so I can't help myself" as a defence (which would be highkey shitty since like, girl, if you know it's a problem then maybe do something about it???? You have private-jet money, you have the capacity to find a therapist).

Also agree that "sometimes I feel like everybody is a Sexy Baby" is a very unhinged lyric.

Anyway, thanks for so well-articulating a lot of the things I also feel about Taylor. She's not bad per se but I don't understand this mythologising of her as some visionary artiste when her career has increasingly become just standard consumer-pop. She may have "set the standard" for this era (pun intended) but most of the time her work is standard at best.

thank you! that means a lot, and I appreciate you taking the time to say you enjoyed it :)

man, I didn't even have time to get into this lyric and how weird and bad it is but it is. rough.

in line with my article and my theory that Swift just wants to beat the dead horse of perpetual victimhood for as long as it will keep making her money, I'd actually add a third option to your proposal: this is just Swift doing what everyone on tumblr did back in, like, 2012, ie, making glib little jokes about our mental illness and poor self esteem because it was #relatable. the difference being that people doing that were overwhelmingly very young and very much without autonomy in their lives, whereas Swift is a woman in her 30s who is, as you pointed out, more than capable of affording a good therapist. it's not cute, it's just a hackneyed ploy to always be the underdog despite staying perpetually on top.

which isn't to say it can't be all three; you'll never catch me arguing that Taylor Swift isn't out of touch.

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xjulixred45x · 5 months

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SatoSugu x Reader with past and Personalilty like Subaru Sakamaki

Genre: VERY LARGE Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: issues related to SEXUAL ABUSE, PSYCHOLOGICAL ABUSE AND ISOLATION (all to Reader's mother), mental problems, bad parenting, Reader's father, thanks to this reader has ANGER PROBLEMS and goes to the PSYCHOLOGIST, hurt with Comfort, Angst, Fluff . LONG POST.

You being born was a Curse itself. Thats what you thoug, thats what EVERYONE in your family thoug...thats what your own mother thoug. The woman that was suppose to love you more than anything, that would have to protect you...she despiste you.

O well, it was not always like that, you remeber growing up and heard the stories, how your mother was in her young, the "White rose" of all the clans, because she was the fairest of them all...she was beautifull. Was.

I mean, she was still frankly beautiful, even if she had to stay away from everyone to avoid killing everyone who crossed her path (or herself...), she still had a delicate and beautiful bearing, but you understood why they said she had "withered" or rather, you knew the cause.

YOU.

For started, your mother had a VERY bad temper even BEFORE all this happened, so when it DID happen, she went into a Big Bad downfall in her mentalhealth.

The moment you were born, your mother's already deplorable mind declined incredibly, becoming bipolar and unstable, violent and erratic, all because of YOUR fault.

You still remember that during your first years of life, it didn't use to be so bad, because you two could spend time together, especially at parties, where she would always keep you in sight.

But there was odd, horrible moments as well, where your mother lose all the control she have over herself and start screaming, crying,and she would say very, very hurtful things.

"You are an abomination."

I am dirty...

"GET AWAY FROM ME!!-"

"YOU--MONSTER!!!"

It took you a while to realize what was causing these erratic episodes in your mother, but once you did, it was very obvious.

YOUR FATHER.

your father had raped your mother to have you. for no particular reason other than to experiment with their ritual techniques.

It made you sick.

You started to justify your mother, because of course, she was obviously mean to you because she was only taking out her anger on someone (which happened to be you), and you ended up doing the same, you took out your anger on whoever made you the least bit angry.

It was the only form of all these emotions that you knew and that you had been "taught" after all.

and in a way you saw it as a kind of "bonding" with your mother.

and you thought that your mother also had disgust for him, hatred. and that's why you could empathize with her, love her even, as you two have the same loating for the same man.

But the realilty hit you like a truck...

When a certain party happens, you were still a little young, but you remember it vividly. You tried to protect your mother when your father came to see her, putting yourself between them.

and she slapped you... and left with him...

It was the last time you saw your mother outside. The next times would be inside a CAGE "tower" inside your clan's residence. You couldn't see her often though.

Her before "sometimes unestable but torerable behavior" went to "total bipolar and psicotic, Sucidal" behavior

You lost the count of all the times she instulted and degrade you just to pass to be a sobbing mess, begging you to leave her alone, then remember she hate being alone and then pleaded that you kill her.

You still got the knife even...

You also grew up in your own personal cage, but of repressed anger. No matter how much you tried to fight with your father or beg him to give you your mother back, he would just walk away with a smile on his face.

so you took out your anger in the only way you knew how, aggression. but eventually you realized that it wouldn't help you much.

You realised when you entered Jujustu Tech.

Thanks to your "family situation" the professor Yaga offer you(much like more that he make you) to go to Therapy. So your cursed energy would't be SO conflicted. And at the beggin, it was kind of funny.

Even though you went to therapy, you maintained a certain reputation as a "bad student" in many ways. You arrived late, your personalized uniform was torn and looked like that of a criminal, you kept your distance from your classmates (who were only 3), etc.

but your attempts to draw attention away from you ended up doing just the opposite.

More when you proved to be so hot-headed.

There they saw an opportunity for "possible connection" TO MEET WITH YOU.

Gojo was the first to make a move. He asked you for your name (since you hadn't even introduced yourself)

You REALLY didn't want to talk to him, but you said your name under your breath (progress?) and turned away from him.

Gojo was a little surprised by your grumpy attitude but didn't think much of it and started asking you questions (ignoring the fact that you barely answered half of them).

It took Geto longer to get closer, but he did when they had to do some work together and he realized that you're actually pretty good at SEVERAL subjects.

and in several of those subjects you were doing horrible academically.

He's not one to meddle in other people's lives, but he didn't want you to get in trouble for something you could CLEARLY do better.

so he took advantage of a break that you had in the classroom (which is strange because normally you just disappear and reappear to continue the class) and asked you if you were having any problem why you were doing so poorly in class (along with your other problems )

You just yelled at him to leave you alone and left the room, muttering something about how it was a bad idea to have made that contribution.

He ended up generating the opposite reaction to what he wanted.

Gojo makes fun of him a little, but as soon as he realized it was you, he had an idea.

From then on, both of them would be constantly behind you.

not in a creppy way, but in a "do your best!" way.

They would be constantly trying to encourage you to socialize, contribute more to assignments, improve your attendance, things like that.

Sure, from time to time they made fun of your angry nature, but as soon as they touched on a sensitive topic they didn't do it again.

Gojo was the one who took advantage of your anger the most, he couldn't help it! It's so funny for him to see you all sulking over something so small.

Geto found it somewhat funny, yes, although more in the sense that he saw you like a kitten, all fluffy, all angry, so cute~

They were also able to see beyond the "delinquent" layer that you had, you turned out to be someone more sensitive and sweet than they expected.

When you finally relaxed and allowed yourself to laugh with them (or at them), Suguru and Satoru could SWEAR that you were glowing with uncharacteristic joy, and one they couldn't get enough of.

although of course, you could have perfectly put out an eye of either of them. They realized very quickly when they touched on sensitive topics.

Like one time you swore a lot during a practice fight with Satoru, and he said "do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" and...GOD, you almost knocked him out and he almost left you because he was so shocked.

Suguru understood faster than Satoru that something about that conversation made you very angry, which pointed to your mother. so for now they decided not to bring it up unless you did.

On another occasion, while in Second Year, a first-year boy wanted to give you a congratulations gift for moving up a grade. What was it? WHITE ROSES.

You practically ripped the bouquet out of his hands, twisted it in every possible way (even if you hurt your hands), you turned them aside and stepped on them, but not before yelling that you HATED ROSES.

The boy was scared more than anything, which made you react and realize that you had made a horrible mistake to someone who was just being nice.

You apologized quickly and went to do what you knew how (get out your anger), but you only broke things, over and over again while you replayed everything in your head.

She was right about you.

She was right.

You're disgusting

you are STAINED

YOU ARE A MONST---

Satoru and Suguru had no problem reaching you, thanks to Gojo's 6 eyes and Geto's curses. What they DID have problems with was calming you down. Were you in some kind of rage episode...or panic? They didn't know how to say, just that you weren't well.

Gojo knew that you were angry and that you were going to therapy for it, but he didn't think it was THAT serious, he tried to keep a certain distance so as not to upset you more and Geto talked to distract you and calm you down slowly.

Little by little you became tired, both because of having broken so many things about the place where you were and the mental fatigue, along with the words of the two of them, helped you to calm down faster.

they didn't say anything or ask anything, it wasn't their place, you appreciated that, aside, even if you said it at the time, it wasn't a justification for acting like a jerk.

Eventually that year ended and summer arrived, it was by far the summer that you were least at home, you were no longer clinging to the idea of your mother or your hatred for your father, now you could...be a normal teenager.

They did more normal teenage things.

you went riding a bike, you went to watch basketball games, you went to the movies together, you practiced your techniques, you did stupid things...

It was the most at peace you had felt in a long time, being able to spend time with someone without any double meaning felt new.

so you decided at the end of the summer to tell them about your family.

You left a private meeting point, making it clear what you wanted to do, so that they understood how serious it was for you. and they did not give up.

They were unusually punctual. and they listened to everything you had to say, confirmed several things they had in mind, and were surprised by others.

although they undoubtedly felt empathy for you. Now MANY THINGS made sense. your attitude, your family, everything.

They really appreciated that you were THAT vulnerable with them specifically. and they kept your secret very well.

(I don't think they interacted with your father, but if they did in the past, if they saw that you didn't like him, they acted in a similar way, now it's the same thing, but ten times worse (:<)

In third year you were better than you had been in years honestly, sure, you were still hot-headed and impulsive, but you had made great progress with therapy and the support of your friends.

Speaking of, if your relationship with them becomes something more intimate, I think they would both be HELLBENT of you went to live or in the school dormitories or even one of their houses, simply the idea of you sleeping in the same house that your father gives them chills now.

They want to know your mother although they are afraid to say it, they have very mixed opinions of her, on the one hand they see her as another victim of your father who must receive psychological treatment....but on the other hand they cannot forgive that she has generated a large part of your self-esteem problems with his horrible words.

Ironically it's Suguru who has the hardest time controlling himself around your mother, for a man whose family is EVERYTHING, the mere idea that your own mother has damaged your mind so much...yeah, it's definitely not something simple.

I mean, Satoru has little filter, but he sees your mother much more like you, so it's not that difficult for him to endure an outburst from her.

If your father dies (bless God) and your mother starts to recover mentally, I can even see Gojo getting along with her, it makes her laugh. even Geto can take it more and see genuine regret for her treatment of you. so he forgives her more easily.

Even when they graduate, things keep getting better! They celebrate with you when you are discharged from therapy by going to eat at your favorite place, also taking the children (Megumi, Tsumiki, Mimiko and Nanako) and generally having a good time together.

If by chance your father is still alive, they are definitely burning all the letters or emails that come from him :)

a lot of👏flattery👏in itself they are flattering with a normal s/o, but knowing how poorly you think of yourself? NO SIR, NOT ON THEIR WATCH.

Gojo further shows his support by giving you some expensive gifts that he knows you'll like (which shows that he's been listening and paying attention to you), apart from him being very clingy, but since you're not that used to that, it honestly breaks his heart, so He tries to fix it little by little.

First small things like holding hands, then holding onto his arm, his arm and your waist, etc.

He still likes to make you angry, but the ones like "awww you look so cute when you're irritated" are better than making you really angry.

Geto is chillier, and his love language is based more on acts of service and words of affirmation, he knows how bad a bad emotional experience can leave you (and in your case it persisted until your adolescence) so he tries to Overcome all those LIES bad ideas in your head and replace them with good things.

He helps you with the housework and is the one you go on missions with the most (Satoru is almost always busy) so he tries to protect you as much as he can, even if he knows you don't need it, he thinks it's good that you know that NOW if you have someone to take care of you.

surprise surprise, their main nickname for you is Kitty. according to them the perfect nickname.

"It's soft, fluffy, it looks like it's going to kill you (and it could) but it's a cutie!" -Gojo, probably.

I can see them being more emotionally vulnerable with you, especially if you have had your episodes of suicidal tendencies, they make sure to let you know that they love you through small gestures, more obvious gestures, establishing limits, everything so that the relationship is healthy and you can tell them what you happens.

(You can be sure that they themselves destroyed the knife that your mother gave you, the mere idea that you had it was terrifying)

both of them have definitely given you anti-stress dolls that 1-or have helped you a lot or 2- have ended up shattered by your first outburst of anger. but you always tried to sew it up so as not to ruin it.

Gojo offered a couple of times to train with you and take out your frustrations with it, but it really didn't feel very good to continue using violence as a source of comfort (more so against either of them). so they started looking for hobbies together.

You sleep a lot, too much, maybe it's a product of all the repeated mental fatigue, but at least thanks to this Geto always makes sure to have extra blankets within reach.

He's a little worried, yes, but at the same time he can't deny that it's relaxing in a way to take a nap with you and see you so calm and at peace.

When Gojo joins, it become's a Cuddle Puddle™

As long as it doesn't harm your health, they tolerate it, they themselves don't sleep much, so they are happy that you have better habits than them)

(Since Geto is not corrupted here, his parents are alive) Geto's parents practically adore you. and when you visited them for the first time and they treated you so familiarly and lovingly, you cried.

You like the Gojo Clan, they spoil you a lot, they aren't as affectionate, but they are definitely MUCH friendlier than your paternal family.

The higher-ups tolerate you, they know they shouldn't mess with you, although I definitely think they would take some action against your mother/father.

Honestly there's not much to do anymore.

There are times when you have to end up just like your mother, that one day you will lose yourself and end up like her... it terrifies you. On those types of days they both wrap you in a blanket (like sushi), make your favorite food and generally let you do whatever you want to do (watch movies, talk, play something, etc.).

It is worth knowing that they are there.

Although of course, if your concern arises more from someone (or more specifically, YOUR FATHER) doing something to you that leaves you in that state, they will do the same, only they will hold your face and tell you directly, looking into your eyes , that they would NEVER, EVER, let something like this happen to you as long as they live, EVER.

which is quite surprising, seeing them this serious and even somewhat...off guard, they never thought about that possibility until you brought it to the table.

but in any case it only validates his points about certain things.

(Is it still too late to annihilate your father?)

In general, they are more understanding of you because of your turbulent background but also more patient and willing to be vulnerable to show that they are serious about you. who love you

and above all, they will help you face demons both from the outside world and from the inside.

Thank you for reading ❤️

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ONGOMG I HAVE AN IDEA!!

How abouuuuut, a Creepypasta (you can choose It’s okay!!) with a reader that has DID/OSDD? Like, the Creepypasta gets to meet someone new literally everyday and get confused on who is who. YEAH‼️

I am DEVOURING, not eating, DEVOURING your writing like DAMN😦

TAKE CARE AND STAY SAFE AWWOWIWOW

-🐰

Just a heads up, I don't have DID or OSDD, but I do have a few friends who do, so i'm basing this off of what I know from them, as well as some reasearch i've done, so if anything is inaccurate please let me know!

And as always when the choice of creeps is left to me, I will be using my most popular creeps at the time of writing

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Ticci Toby

In the beginning, it is a bit hard for Toby to adjust in your relationship

You told him before you got serious, that way he knew to just always check in to see who was fronting at the time, but he was still a bit slow to adjust

He learns all of the names of the alters, their personalities, their interests, their role in the headspace, anything he can to accomodate them as well

While he knows that he is only dating you, and not your alters, he still wants to help them feel comfortable when they are fronting

After he gets adjusted though, it isn't really a huge deal anymore

It just becomes a part of his routine to ask each morning who is fronting, notice when you start to dissasociate, and being there for you during your hard days

He probably wouldn't have interacted with any media or people with DID/OSDD before you, so he will be asking you everything about what its like

"Where do you go when you aren't fronting? Can you hear everyone elses voices too? What does it feel like when you front?" etc etc

If you are someone who falls or goes limp when you dissasociate/switch, he is there to catch you or hold you until someone fronts

He learns all (well, as many as you can) of your alters boundaries and lets them know on your relationship, because he doesn't want it to be a whiplash kind of feeling for them to just wake up in some random dudes arms

The way he sees it, he got a partner and a bunch of new friends for the price of one!!

If one of your alters didn't like him though, he'd be ok with that

It would just be kind of awkward when you start to switch out during something like a cuddle sesh

He just hopes and prays it isn't someone who dislikes him

All around, he's kind of clueless but he is very open to learning about you and your disorder!

Eyeless Jack

Being the medical geek he is, he has read almost every psychology book he could get his claws on

And when he ran out of psychology books he started looking more into specific disorders such as Bipolar, Schizophrenia, etc

He did briefly glance over a few books about DID and OSDD, and he'd be lying if he said the topic didn't interest him

But he just gets so excited to study everything at once he kind of just gets a brief rundown of a certain disorder before going to the next thing, and someday coming back to study it more in depth

When he gets into a relationship with you though, he gathers up all his books on the topic and begins studying heavily

He wants to know everything about this disorder, especially since it is something that impacts your day to day life so heavily

He will run some questions he has by you, because some things you just can't find in a book

"So when you say you "switch"....what does that entail for you?"

"Uhhh... my mind goes blank and I kind of just drift off I guess??"

"Interesting...."

He gets very excited to meet your alters!

But he is also very nonchalant about it at the same time??

"And thats when I said-"

"Who the fuck are you"

"....My love, it's me. Your partner"

"I'm (insert alters name here)"

"Ah, very good! Now, tell me all about yourself, when did you manifest?"

Of course, if someone is uncomfortable with relaying knowledge about themselves to a complete stranger, or even just doesn't like him, he understands and won't press on the matter

Every time someone fronts he has a bottle of water in case they need something to help ground themselves

He will bombarde everyone with questions and research there's no escaping >:))

Jeff The Killer

THIS GUY OMFG

He's only heard of DID/OSDD from those shitty movie representations, and Liu who 9 times out of 10, only switches with Sully

So basically Jeff's whole perception of multiple personalities is "Damn whoever the other guy is must be an asshole"

You try to tell him that there is not a "killer" alter, and most of the time, as long as you are nice to them, they will likely be nice to you, because yk, THEY'RE PEOPLE

And while at the time he's like "got it that's super chill"

He still goes from 0-100 when you first switch out in front of him

You could be cuddling on your bed, when all of a sudden he feels your body go limp against his

At first he thinks you fell asleep, but he sees your eyes wide open

You then begin to blink, then move around and shift a bit

"The fuck happened to you?" he asks with a raised brow

Your brows furrow as you look around your environment "Who even are you???" the new person in the front of the headspace asks

It doesn't even click with him that you switched out for a second, he just thinks you're being stupid

"Damn, am I really that forgettable?" He asks, leaning over to kiss your forehead

You make a face of disgust and shove him away from you harshly

He narrows his eyes at you, seemingly trying to process what even just happened

Then it clicks, and he feels like such an asshole

But he won't let you know that obviously

"Gimmie my partner back!" he says suddenly

You raise your hands up defensively "Woah dude what are you talking about?!"

Needless to say, when you come back Jeff is pouting in his room, angry that your alter can't just ~magically~ bring you back to the front

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