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ravensliterature · 1 year

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Happy Nightmares

A/N: I apologize for the delay! I am fulfilling requests right now and I thank you for your patience! pairing: Sebastian Michaelis x Reader warnings: Fluff, drepression, social anxiety, blood, violence w/c: 2494 Request: @imtrying26 Hi! I was wondering if you could do a Sebastian Michaelis x reader who he met in a mission with ciel and became a maid. I wanted to have Sebastian take care of the reader who is depressed and has social anxiety, just a lot of fluff in general, long hugs, and soft kisses. I also think it would really cute if Sebastian has a bit of separation anxiety and would carry the reader around the manor(⁠~⁠￣⁠³⁠￣⁠)⁠~. Also height difference cuz I think it's cute and because I'm like 4'9(148cm)

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The first time you had met him, he had been an angel. Ironic knowing what you know now. You felt safe and happy in his company, he gave off a calming aura and made you feel comfortable. You never thought an actual demon could make you feel this way. You noticed how he looked out for you, making sure everyone knew not to get in your way He would protect you from harm at all costs even if it meant himself getting killed. It warmed your heart to know someone so devoted to you.

You first met Sebastian and Ciel on a mission they were on a mission to take down the person at the root of a series of serial murders. The root cause was a corrupted angel that had gone rogue. However, you were also tracking this angel and trying to find the source of the murders after your father was a victim. You knew that your father's business was not always legitimate but you never knew the extent of the people he worked with and this is You were investigating a lead and needed a place to stay while you looked into this case. So, you decided to stay at a hotel in town and while you were tracking the angel, they were realizing your movements.

You had a deep gash on your thigh, your cheek was cut, and your arm was broken wi your clothes ripped beyond repair. You looked horrible and you had bruises and cuts on your arms and legs. Your body felt heavy as you embraced the feeling of the hotel floor. The angel above you stared above you with a devious smile and said, "Well, well, well, look whom we've found. You have done find work tracking me down." You didn't respond, you couldn't respond, your lips were numb and your head was dizzy with pain. You didn't want to give them the satisfaction of an answer either. They seemed to be enjoying the moment though "But you see, dear (Y/n), you have committed a great sin. Just like your father. How could I permit you to live?" His smile grew wide and sinister and he took out a knife. You whimpered silently. Your fear only fueled their amusement.

That's when they appeared. That's when he appeared. "Please, it is very unseemly to hurt a lady You looked up and saw him, tall and strong. You were shocked to see him there but you were even more surprised by how gentle his tone was. The man stood to your right in a full butler uniform. Behind him was another man, shorter and dressed in a much more elegant fashion, similar to that of a lord. "Sebastian, I take it this is the angel we discussed," said the shorter man that appeared to be a boy. "Yes, My Lord," the tall man responded and then turned his attention to you.

"I'm sorry about the inconvenience but your injuries are quite severe. We should tend to them quickly before they become too dangerous or worse." He looked into your eyes, "It will be all right, my lady." He smiled gently at you. Your eyes widened as you felt yourself begin to fade.

-- You awoke to see the tall man sitting next to you on your bed, his face primarily expressionless with a feint of worry. "How are you feeling?" he asked, his eyes slightly glistening in concern. You nodded, still feeling weak. "I'm fine. Are you okay?" you asked. "I'm fine, my dear. My name is Sebastian, the butler of the Phantomhive manor. You nodded again and shifted slightly in the bed. "Where are we?" you finally asked. Sebastian looked up at the ceiling "We are currently located in the manor, My Lady. My master and I brought you here after the fight with the angel. You nodded and tried to sit up. Sebastian stopped you. "Allow me, please, My Lady." He offered his hand to you to help pull you upright. Once you were seated comfortably, he continued. "I apologize that we did not come sooner but it looks like your injuries are doing much better." You smiled softly, "Thank you. What happened?" you questioned. "My master and I ensured the angel will not be harming anyone anytime soon," he responded. Your face fell. "I'm so sorry, you shouldn't have had to rescue me," you whispered. Sebastian reached forward and squeezed your shoulder softly. You smiled softly at him. Sebastian then let go and stood up. "We are glad that you were able to survive, but because we saved your life that means you owe us a debt. My master would like to enlist you as a new maid. You froze. This was not part of your plans. He seemed to notice how shocked you were. "Please, consider it. My master would like to start your training immediately."

It was now seven months since you accepted the offer of becoming a Phantomhive maid, Sebastian and Ciel were kind enough to allow you to remain in their manor without supervision. Also, your knowledge about the existence of angels allowed them to be honest right away about Sebastian being a demon and Ciel's contract. Your time there hadn't been without adjustment and you were still reeling from the events before your current position. You were having nightmares every night but you managed to make it appear like you had things under control. At least, you thought you fooled everyone. Nothing gets past Sebastion. Some days were harder than others, but you felt as if things were getting better Even if some nights you dreamed about your father, or about the day your father died, you never told anyone about any of it. It didn't seem worth the trouble. So you kept your mouth shut and hid it away as best as you could.

Yesterday, however, your dreams changed. They weren't about your father anymore. Instead, they were about Sebastian. But why? Why were you dreaming of Sebastion? In your dreams, the death of your father began to become replaced with Sebastian dying in your arms. You were crying. Screaming. Crying out his name over and over until you woke with a start in the dark room. You had cried yourself hoarse last night, unable to sleep due to your nightmares. You had tossed and turned in your bed thinking about Sebastian and the dream had plagued you. Your screams must have caught the attention of someone because there was a knock at your door. "What is it? Is everything all right?" Came Sebastian's voice. You cleared your throat and replied with a shaky voice, "I'm fine." Sebastian opened your door and slipped inside, closing it behind him. You sat up in bed. "Can I come closer?" You blinked in surprise but moved to the side of your bed He came to sit beside you and gently laid a hand on yours. "Do you wish to talk about it?" he asked softly. You shook your head no and looked into his eyes. "I can tell that something isn't all right." You sighed and nodded, "I'm afraid that my nightmares might have started to follow me." He shook his head at you, his face stern. "It is more than that. You aren't talking with others like you used to. You aren't eating as much, getting little sleep, you constantly seem plagued by thoughts… his voice trailed off, looking for the words to describe what you were going through. Your eyes grew tearful, remembering the nightmare you had just moments ago. He must have seen it. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Sebastian." He frowned "No, My Lady, please forgive me. I should have realized something was wrong with you." He sighed softly. He pulled you close and wrapped his arm around your waist, resting his head on yours. You leaned against him and closed your eyes Sebastian held you tightly as you cried silently. He didn't ask questions as you cried, instead just soothingly stroked your hair and let you release your tears. When you eventually calmed yourself, you removed yourself from his grasp and wiped your face and nose. "I am sorry you had to see such a pitiful display. He smiled sadly at you "Don't apologize. You were in terrible pain and needed the release. Besides, I have learned that it is important for humans to share their suffering. It helps to heal oneself as well."

"If I may ask, what was your dream about? You shrugged your shoulders "It doesn't matter. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Please, don't fake your affection for me. I know you simply see me as a maid." He sighed and got out of bed. He walked towards the door leaving you to your sleep. "It wasn't a burden. This demon cares more than you know. "

Your dreams and thoughts had gotten worse You were struggling to keep yours You were trying to pretend you weren't hurting so badly, yet Sebastian noticed. You knew that he knew something was wrong and he had decided to be there for you. You appreciated his efforts but you wished he wouldn't put himself through all this. Still, he did it anyways and you loved him for that, not that he felt the same. He was a demon after all. This all came to the head on the night of a ball. You were never big on crowds, to begin with, and suffered from social anxiety. However, you knew your master needed this for a case so there wasn't much you could do about it. Unfortunately, that evening was one of the most stressful nights of your life. Everyone from the Phantomhive manor was so busy with their duties that you were left alone most of the time within the sea of people. You often watched them dance and interact with each other while wishing you could disappear The worst part was how the young men stared at you and spoke to you like they always did. They flirted with you. Sometimes you would feel like throwing something at them.

While making your way through the crowd, the air in your lungs slowly started to dissipate and your heart began racing Your breaths became shallow and your body shivered uncontrollably. Something wasn't right. Your mind was telling you that something was very wrong but you couldn't make out what it was A voice sounded in your ear and you turned your head to look at whomever it was. There stood the tall gentleman, "Hello, My Lady." Your eyes widened, "Sebastian." You said hesitantly. He stepped closer to you and placed a hand on your back "May I escort you somewhere so you can take time to unwind? he asked you. You looked down "Yes, thank you," You answered, not even attempting to mask the emotion in your voice. His smile dropped as he led you to an empty hallway. "What is going on, My Lady?" he asked you. "I don't know," you lied. You glanced nervously at him as tears sprung to your eyes and the shaking in your body got worse You could barely breathe. Your vision was blurry and you could barely hear him speaking to you.

You collapsed to the ground, clutching your chest as you hyperventilated. You felt hands on you and suddenly Sebastian was sitting next to you, "My Lady, please calm down. Just try to breathe for me. Can you do that?" His face was filled with worry and you could feel hot tears dripping from your eyes. You gasped for air, feeling a tightness in your chest. "Breathe, My Lady. I believe you are getting worked up again. Breathe." You took a deep breath and felt yourself relaxing slightly but remained curled up on the fl "Now, follow my instructions." He asked quietly. You closed your eyes and tried your hardest to focus. "Breathe in, hold for three seconds, hold for seven seconds and exhale slowly." You felt Sebastian's hand rubbing your back gently and you finally opened your eyes. Tears continued to escape your eyes and he wiped them away. "Thank you," you whispered. He smiled softly at you and helped you stand up. "Let's go find some tea and a blanket." You nodded and followed him through the corridors. Eventually, you reached the library, where the two of you spent many late evenings reading. You were both quiet as you settled on the couch near the fire and began pouring yourselves cups of tea.

"You gave me quite a scare. Sebastian said after a moment of silence. You looked up at him confused. He seemed rather serious. He looked worried now too. "You think that I don't hear you? Yelling my name in the night in the fear of your nightmares? I fear for you." he stated. You hesitated slightly, knowing full well what he meant "Please, don't think I don't love you. Demons love but rarely. You may not love me, but I love you and I want to help you. To understand. He grabbed your hand, "Tell me everything that happened. Let me help you." So you told him everything. From your dream to everything you had ever experienced. He listened carefully, taking in every word you spoke. When you finished, he took your hands into his My Lady, you are truly beautiful. I've known that for some time now. But you are also strong and smart and kind and I will protect you whenever you need it. And, I will never leave your side when I can help it. I promise." He kissed your knuckles softly and you melted, leaning forward and kissing him sweetly. "I believe you," you whispered. He kissed you softly, pulling away and smiling. "He smiled at you. You smiled back, feeling your heart swell with happiness and relief. He leaned over, placing a kiss on your forehead. "I love you, My Lady. More than anything. You deserve nothing less." Your eyes went wide, a blush rising onto your cheeks. You looked away shyly before returning your gaze to his. "I love you too, Sebastian."

Sebastian kept a careful watch on your, sometimes even carrying you around the manor assuring your happiness and the sounds of your giggles running through the halls. It didn't take long for everyone to know you two were together, although they were happy for you. It was almost as though they knew you two had been together already since the first meeting. After all, Baldroy had said that you would have made a lovely couple and it was funny because it towered over yo Sebastian thought that maybe it was his imagination or something, but when you were around, he could hardly get enough of you. You were different from all the other women he'd met. You weren't like anyone else. You were special. Especially since you were one hell of a maid.

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glubsurleseuil · 2 days

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Don't be scared

A Pennywise X F!Reader fanfic 'cause I need to get these ideas out of my head before they eat me up. I'll post this thing on AO3 when I'm not so lazy to create an account. If I go ahead with it, it'll be NSFW, sexually disturbing, gory, violent, reader is an autistic drepressed suicidal girl… In short, skip it if you're a sensitive soul. For the rest of you, enjoy (I hope).

(Note: It was translated by Deepl, English is not my mother tongue, so I apologise for any mistakes. If you want to correct me, don't hesitate!)

(Note 2: The image is by @fandomscreenshots but you should already know that because what she does is amazing)

You've always lived in Derry, Maine. Well, actually you were born in Derry, went to school in Derry and, like any good citizen, you now work in Derry. You don't like it, you never have, and you know that no matter what you do, you'll never like it.

Firstly, because no matter how hard you try since childhood, you just can't seem to make any friends. Worse, people seem to have agreed to shut you out and hate you. At best, they ignore you, at worst… well, let's just say there are certain people you've learned to avoid at all costs, so you don't have to spend the evening licking your wounds…

Secondly, because there's something unhealthy about the general atmosphere of this town, as if it were being devoured by a cancer that affected not only the surrounding greenery, but also the buildings and even the people. A cancer that could be called suffering, melancholy or despair. And although no one knows where these feelings come from, everyone seems to accept them as an inevitable burden.

Tonight, like most evenings, you're working at the Canal Rouge, a rather quiet bar where people can drink and listen to local artists perform on a small stage. You're a waitress, and it's not the most pleasant of jobs, especially when you're a woman. Fortunately, your boss is a woman too, and she's very strict about the respect customers show her staff, so things could be a lot worse.

But tonight, you're in a particularly bad mood. Fatigue has always been a difficult thing for you to deal with, and lately your nights have been… tormented. You've been having a dream, always the same with little difference, on and off for over a week. It's a hazy, dark, incoherent dream that's hard to remember. What you remember most is anguish, fear… and an unbearable feeling of being watched by something dangerous, making you feel like prey waiting to be devoured. When your therapist asked you to describe this dream, even with random words, you said 'fear', 'red' and… clown'. You laughed after saying that last word, a nervous, uncontrolled laugh, like a continuation of the one you always hear in this dream before waking up.

But tonight, the worst is yet to come, because you have to serve Jenny's gang as consumers, young people your own age who, like you, are stuck in Derry and like to pass the time by annoying other people. Especially you, since you met them in kindergarten. You know you won't be able to get home safely tonight…

And your fears are confirmed as you finish your shift. As you emerge into the alley to which the service door leads, you see them laughing at the end of it, looking in your direction. This is the way home. You quickly think of another option, but you know that even if you take a longer route, they'll be able to corner you sooner or later, and that's what they'll do. Unless… you go through the forest…

You don't hesitate, knowing that your pursuers won't follow. Their parents have given them the same instructions as you: never go into the forest at night. Ever. Your father had made it clear that he meant business by emphasizing his order with the back of his hand. But tonight, you're a grown-up, and between your dead father's old superstitions and Jenny and her gang's guaranteed beating, the choice was quickly made.

You head into the forest, at first more worried about your pursuers who, as expected, quickly abandon their target. Then you decide to turn on the torch on your phone, as it quickly becomes very dark between the tightly packed trees in the middle of the night. You recognize the path you're on and follow it to the ancient oak tree where you used to climb as a child to escape the bullies. But even this place, reassuring by day, gives off a menacing aura by night…

All is quiet, too quiet for a forest where animals should be going about their nocturnal lives. You get the impression that a kind of fog is floating around, light but unnatural, and as you look at the thick branches of the oak tree, you get a strange feeling… Like a memory from another life… Like a dream…

Suddenly, there's a sound. A sound you know well, having heard it every night for over a week. A laugh. A clown's laugh… You turn in all directions, shining your phone in every nook and cranny around the oak. And just as you realize that there's nothing there, that maybe it's your imagination playing tricks on you, the laughter starts up again. You jump back against the tree, light pointed ahead, anticipating the appearance of someone, something… The laughter becomes more distinct, closer… But it's not coming from in front of you, nor from the sides… It comes… from above?

With a quick gesture, you point the light towards the branches of the oak tree and there, hidden in the shadows of the leaves, you see it: a clown. No, THE clown. The one who has haunted your dreams, distressed your nights, devoured your sanity. This present moment has repeated itself endlessly in your nightmare and now it's all happening for real, clear as day and just as terrifying.

With a muffled scream, you drop your phone, the lamp face down and your legs buckling beneath you. The little light that escapes from beneath your phone only faintly illuminates the bottom of the tree, but you know IT's there.

And it's not long before he leaps down from the tree. You can only make out a silhouette in the darkness, and as you hear him coming closer, you try to remember the end of the dream. It's all a blur, and all that comes back is a vague memory of a hunt in which you are the prey… Back on the grassy ground, you pull yourself back as best you can with your hands, never taking your eyes off the presence. Is this how you're going to die?

He moves slowly closer, slipping into the shadows. You can make out that he's leaning forward, then addressing you in a childlike voice.

"Hiya Y/N! I'm Pennywise, the dancing clown!"

He suddenly picks up your phone from the floor, pulling it up slowly, light downwards, gradually revealing his appearance as he continues.

"I've been looking forward to meeting you, you know? Don't be scared, I'm not going to kill you…"

As he utters these words, light finally shines on his face, reflected in his abnormally large and sharp teeth, piercing yellow eyes focused on you, and horror fills you.

"… yet."

The instinct to survive gives you new energy. You leap to your feet and flee the way you came, briefly illuminated by your phone in the clown's hands. You run at full speed, ignoring the noises behind you that make you think he's chasing you. If you've got a chance of getting away, you're going to take it. In fact, the forest exit isn't far off. One last push! You close your eyes and accelerate again… when hands often clutch your collar, brutally stopping your momentum.

"There you are, you bastard!"

"I told you she'd come back! She's such a pussy!"

"No way out now, you bitch!"

Jenny and her gang… It was Tim, the big muscular guy who caught you. They were waiting for you just outside the forest…

"Why are you running so fast? Are you afraid of the big bad wolf?"

They burst out laughing, but the sound reaches you distorted. The adrenalin from your run is wearing off too slowly and you can still hear your heart pounding in your eardrums. You struggle on, your brain unable to make sense of what has just happened. Suddenly, you hear a foul noise. A kind of hoarse, inhuman growl, coming out of the depths of the woods like an echo to their pitiful mocking laughter. You feel Tim's hands trembling with uncontrollable fear on your collar and watch their faces disintegrate before your eyes. Tim lets go and they all flee in a single scream of terror, leaving you behind.

You turn around, your body still tired from your frantic run, and you quickly understand what made them flee: golden eyes, shining menacingly in the darkness, perched on a huge, muscular, fur-covered figure, its multiple sharp teeth accentuating the evil growl rolling down its throat. A werewolf.

You barely have time to realize that it's the clown from earlier before he disappears between the trees with a hoot that sends shivers down your spine. Just as you regain your strength to flee, something falls near you. You examine it carefully: it's your phone, and as you turn the screen towards you, you see a message written in a torn red font:

DON'T BE SCARED

You don't wait any longer and run towards town without looking back.

#it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise x reader #pennywise x you #pennywise fanfiction #it #horror #damn i'm so scared of posting this why #anxiety my old friend

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youngsamberg · 1 year

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I'm not on lexapro specifically, but i have recently started taking anxiety medication and it's helped sooooo much!! Not only with the anxiety but, similar to you, i would get in some drepressive moods every now and then, and now i feel a lot better, i have more energy in general and my mind is not constantly thinking irrational thoughts caused by the anxiety. I know starting medication can be scary, but it can truly help. As long as you have a good doctor who you can trust and who you feel comfortable with, they'll help you adjust the medication to something you feel comfortable with. And just to add another point, i know there's this thing that some people think that "you are not yourself" when you are on medication, but that shouldn't be true at all, specially when it's "just" anxiety medication. For me i started to feel normal again, like my mind cleared up, and i was able to go back to living my life. And of couuurse therapy is always super important as well, as a psychologist myself (and someone who's been in therapy for years) i would always advice to continue with therapy as well as the medication. The two really go hand in hand. Anyways that was way too long but i hope that helps

that REALLY helps thank you so so much!!

#anonymous

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newhologram · 1 year

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(1/2) Talked to my psychiatrist about k therapy, that went well, getting referred to an integrated pain management clinic (non-opioid treatment for chronic pain plus k therp for treatment resistant drepression). Referral is from another doctor at Einstein Hospital, she's the director of the lgbtq+ clinic, and hopefully her judgment is sound. It does feel better to get a referral than to pick randomly. maybe there's subreddits or fb groups with, like, reviews of clinics that offer k therp, I know there are for gender affirmative surgery.

(2/2) I've read that intravenous treatment means full dose gets to brain, and also medical staff can adjust dosage if needed, neither are the case for other delivery methods. iirc part of the reason you stopped intravenous was financial, but it sounds like sublingual has still been very useful to you. In retrospect, would you have preferred to continue intraveneous if possible, did it seem somewhat more effective? I'm sure you've covered this in your videos but for ADHD reasons I have trouble maintaining focus on videos : / including like TV shows I'm really enjoying, very frustrating. Crossing my fingers for you! There are def subs about k clinics, that's where I did a lot of research. And yes, IV is the most accurate dosage but also the most expensive. Sublingual is 25-30% bioavailability, depending. I would have loved to continue IV if only bc it would have been a better way to get k like, all over my body for pain relief. I felt it worked better for pain when done in IV, but I only did that 3x so I can't say if it would have been the same long-term. But having to arrange a ride and getting poked every time is definitely an added complication. My veins are already pretty tiny and difficult for nurses to get a line into and I usually end up with painful bruises.

#ketamine therapy #ask #klinger4yossarian

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queerlikeyou · 1 year

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personal rambling but everytime i listen to running up that hill i teleported to may/june and i got the chills. last year was so fucking difficult and my hyperfixation with stranger things helped me to cope with my drepression. i'm so glad i found this place that makes me feel less alone. sorry for being cringe <3

#personal

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imnotkenough · 4 months

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My grandmother died, on the last day of 2023. I don't know how, but I fucking knew she would die that day. She loved New Years because that was when her children and grandchildren would live together, a fucking nightmare for me that happened year after year.

When I received the news, I went to my room, looked at the mess of my drepression and thought: it's over, she can't hurt me in any way anymore. I finished putting on makeup and had dinner with my mom knowing my dad was coming home and relieved that I wouldn't have to see my family that night.

It felt strange, like something was out of place and no one wanted to talk about it. I never thought I would be alive to deal with her death, but here I am. I felt like crying at some point, but no tears fell and that feeling didn't return.

It's so different from when someone I loved so much died, the absolute heartbreak I felt so strongly for months, and still feel even after over a year, I had none of that now, just some disbelief and not knowing how I should act, how I should feel and portray myself to my family.

I made sure my dad was okay, he was, we're having normal days. These are not happy days, but I'm better, more positive.

#mental illness #family abuse #child abuse #emotional abuse #psychological abuse #family trauma

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f0xd13-blog · 9 months

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To me it's fucking drepressing to see an arabic person do what he does but wtv moving on. I'm mot going to give my all to have rosalia sing in the backround that's the message.

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capozombie · 1 year

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#i'm sad #real life #this is depressing #drepressed #hopelessness #regret #self help #death note #don't forgive me #paying the price #i owe you everything

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auwuli · 1 year

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15 questions, 15 people

tagged by @infinite-orangepeel, thanks friend!

1. Are you named after anyone?

Well yes, sort of. I'm Olivia and Olivier was the name of my mother's youngest brother. He died in his twenties and I never got the chance to meet him. But it wasn't the only reason I was named Olivia. I think? But now I go by Oli. Depressing story right from the start, sorry. But it's okay!

2. When was the last time you cried?

Like... 20 minutes ago? I just started reading Hey There Baby, I could Use Just a Little Help by Go_to_sleep_baby on ao3 (this right here), and got overwhelmed by Steve's awkwardness toward his own vulnerability, and his harsh self-hatred. I have easy tears, but it's a really pretty fic! What can I say?! GO READ IT.

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. I don't want kids right now. But I would like to have some one day, maybe adopting. Give a home to kids that doesn't have one, I like this idea.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Naaawrrrr, never. How would I do such a thing with a brain so tiny, so small? 🤏

5. What's the first thing you notice about people?

If I can be myself around them and/or if I can like them. I live in an area where there isn't a lot of alt people (i have blue hair, lots of piercings and tattoos and I am either looking like a gremlin who saw the sun for the last time in march 2007, a scary punk or a dumb pink bimbo), so I know exactly how an interaction would go the second they look in my direction. I call this ✨ trauma ✨ and I think it's beautiful.

6. What's your eye color?

The color of the female rage

Dark brown

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

If I'm sick or sad, happy endings. Otherwise it's scary movies everyday baby! (it's not, i am sick and sad most of the time)

8. Any special talents?

The talent to throw myself in shitty situation. I see problems and go "yeeeess, homie." And I am tired of myself.

9. Where were you born?

Somewhere not too far from Paris, France (hence my poor english most of the time)

10. What are your hobbies?

I change hobbies like I change moods! But I can organize them in 3 categories.

Music: Playing guitar, piano, I listen to 5 or 6 new albums a day, I'm a music freak and I scare myself sometimes, ask me recs and I'll loose my mind.

Reading and Writing: I eat books and breathe fanfictions, I write smut I never let anyone read and drepressing shit I let too many people read because I have shame and no shame at the same time.

DIY: I like to make things.

11. Do you have any pets?

Yes I do, I have 3 cats! Two black cats and a grey and white one. The grey one, Myr, have bad anxiety. He's my soulmate, my dæmon, he's me but in cat form and he's currently the most annoying pain in my ass. I would die for each one of them.

12. What sports do you play/have played?

I don't really like to exercise, but I did ballet for almost 10 years! And that my friend, is something you would not expect of me if you knew me irl.

13. How tall are you?

1m56, it's like 5'1..? I only know the metric system sorry! But I'm short and fierce!

14. Favorite subject in school?

French and English, and in uni it was social psychology and classical letters.

15. Dream job?

Stay at home parent?! No, author obviously! Or music critic or something like that.

taglist : do it if you see this and want to because I'm feeling extra anxious and awkward today... so no tag sowwy.

#late but here i am #henlo frens it's me Oli

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