hey, i was wondering if you'd be able to write smth with Spencer in a relationship with someone with bpd? it's totally okay if you're not comfy with that, but I've just been suspecting i may have it, and ppl with bpd are always portrayed so negatively in relationships. it would be just rly nice to read ur take on how Spencer would handle that and just see some positive representation! (my mental health has also been shit so it would be p comforting lol) thank u 🫶
hi love 🫶 i don't know a ton about bpd, so i hope i did this justice! i researched the diagnosis and how healthy relationships help with regulation and in what ways they do (both accounts from experts and from those who are diagnosed). and i hope you feel better soon <3 it sucks when your mind fights against you.
PROMISES • S. REID X READER
reader has bpd (written by an author without, ideally will be comforting rather than hurtful. please let me know if it is offensive in any way); gn!reader; spencer has to break a small promise but makes others; talks of therapy; teasing; fluff; ~500 words
“Hey, sweetheart,” Spencer whispers into the phone, voice a little strained. “I’m really, really sorry, but I can’t make lunch today. We’re on the way to a case in Omaha. It’s a really bad one.”
Your heart sinks. “Oh.”
“You know I want to be there more than anything, right?” He’s shuffling papers in the background, and you know they’re in the middle of getting ready on the jet and that he’s still making time for you, but it still makes your mind race with worry and upset. “I’ve been looking forward to it all week. And I promise I’ll take you out as soon as we’re back.”
You frown, fiddling with the promise ring on your finger. “Will you still talk to me?”
Spencer chuckles. “I think I go insane when I go too long without hearing your voice. As long as you don’t mind calls when it’s two a.m. there, I’m calling before bed every night I have enough time.”
You sigh.
“I know, honey. When’s your next meeting with your therapist?”
“Tomorrow,” you mumble, gnawing on your lip.
“Well, you have permission to talk about how much I suck,” Spencer teases lightly. “As long as you know it’s not by choice that I’m being a bad boyfriend.”
“You’re not a bad boyfriend.”
“Yeah?” You can hear the smile in his voice.
“You’re the best boyfriend. You understand me.” He does. He’s looked into BPD extensively — he knows even more than you do, rattling off statistics, assumed causes and connections, coping methods, everything. He knows how to break you out of the spirals and to calm your impulsivities.
“You have other boyfriends?” Spencer sighs dramatically, and you laugh.
“Why would I have them? You’re more than enough.”
Spencer hums. “I am, aren’t I?”
You groan.
“I’m messing with you,” his voice is fond and soft. “I gotta hang up, everyone’s coming and we need all our focus on this case. Message me if you need anything. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.”
“You don’t do anything,” you know you’re exaggerating, but it’s hard to stop the words.
“I do, just nothing out of our normal,” he’s nudging you gently, reminding you to think things through before acting impulsively. “I give you permission to watch our show without me if it’ll keep you entertained.”
You laugh. “Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll be good,” you draw it out.
Spencer snorts. “I love you.”
“I love you too, Spence.”
A beat.
“I’m not actually going to talk shit about you to my therapist, just so you know. I do talk about you though.”
And then you hang up.
He sends you a ‘???’ and a ‘I wanted to say something still.’ right after. When you tell him to say it, he sends a ‘Do what you need to feel regulated. I don’t take it to heart, you know I don’t.’
And he doesn’t. He’s so sweet, so achingly perfect, understanding of when your moods swing, or when you feel empty, or whenever anything changes and you can’t tell why.
And he always helps you down, kissing scars and tears and whispering praise as he gets you to feel right again.
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it's that time again...next ch of "the teenager in the iceberg" sneak peak!!!!!
kinda CW??: discussions of the air nomad genocide, loss of loved ones
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When he opened them again, all Katara could see were glowing eyes, blazing bright. Blazing with anger.
She barely had time to think before the wind began to whip around her and Sokka, sending leaves swirling. Sokka ducked under a couple larger branches that had broken off of the nearby fruit trees, dead and unused. Trees that had probably supplied the fruit for the Air Nomad’s traditional pies over a century ago. Aang’s tattoos and eyes were blazing blue now, glowing so brightly that it hurt to look over at him. Sokka ducked behind a stone, hoping it would provide cover as he beckoned to Katara to do the same.
But Katara refused.
Aang needs my help, she told herself as she pushed against the winds Aang sent in every direction. Aang needs my help. She repeated the mantra over and over, until she’d finally pushed past the grassy, bone lined field and gotten within what she hoped was Aang’s hearing distance.
“AANG!” She shouted up at him as he began to levitate, a sphere of air and rock encircling him. She barely even recognized him this way, anger distorting his features, his muscle defined by the light emulating from him. All she could see was that rage and anger and pain, and all she wanted was to get close enough to pull him out of it. With the winds picking up the way they were, Katara struggled to stay on the ground. Still, she had to. Aang needs my help. She felt a hand at her back, and Sokka was there, trying to help get through to Aang.
She cleared her throat, calling out to him again. “AANG! Please, I know that you must be feeling grief, and guilt, right now beyond anything anyone could imagine." She coughed, the winds stirring up dust that caught in her throat. "You may be the last Airbender, but your people, their love and teachings, live on through you. They wouldn’t want this for you!”
Sokka joined her. “They wouldn’t want you to succumb to grief and rage!” He shouted. “Believe me, I get why that would be tempting, but… they would want you to work with those who care about you make sure no one has to experience this again.”
Katara nodded frantically, looking back to Aang. “Please, Aang, come back to us. We care about you!” She exhaled shakily, looking away for a moment before looking back. “Please, come back to me.”
For a second longer, Aang stayed there, hovering in the air, until the light coursing through him abruptly shut off, and he began to fall to the Earth like a shooting star.
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olderbrother!skz headcanons :3
gn!reader with a scenerio w menstruation in changbin’s!
i want an older brother… anyways
bang chan
oh ho ho you KNOW hes gonna be super duper protective of u
like nuh uh the kids can NOT meet you
but u still get to hang out w maknae + jin line (closer to their age)
age gap is like three years or smth so
his parents adopted you when he was four and u were one
movie nights every weekend frfr
or atleast movie nights on call
and whenever you got tea, he’s on the ready
best best advice, like, ever
sometimes you wonder if this is his nineteenth life or smth
so wise
you painted a mug for him once
no one is allowed to touch it
it has its place in the gym bros’ dorm
sometimes picks you up and runs when your talking to someone
and if you ignore him he’ll start cuddling up to you
’channie get tf away go annoy seungmin or whatever im studying’
gives you nicknames like ‘buggy bear’ and ‘baby duck’
makes you learn languages with him
when he learned ikaw for manila, ph concert he showed you first
bc he knows you like listening to tagalog
he has videos of you singing and falls asleep to it when he gets homesick
lets you listen to his unreleased songs and tracks on his laptop
you got to make one that one time at home too
you send little messages to him thru out the day
and scold him when he’s up working
you know bc he gave you his location
you bought his bubble and constantly tease him
when he comes home he takes you and berry to the aquarium
he picks you up and spins you when yall hug
its the funnest thing ever
will not hesitate to bring up that time you ate hamster poop thinking it was choco chips
lee know
okay he’d be really scary to your friends but like a cat around you
your age gap b like, one or two years
he annoys you about anything
crushes, enemies, good animes or mangas
stuff like that
in turn you bug him about the members
’whats jisung like when hes sick’ ‘oh do you know innie’s plans are tomorrow’
he finds your hyunjin pc collection and blows your phone up
but his hugs are so nice and warm
he holds you by the shoulders and his hands go down your back
eventually he starts tickling you
but you use the self defense moves he’s been teaching you
one of your middle school friends had a crush on him
they were flabbergasted when you walked home together
buys you things that remind you of him
and leaves it on your window sill/table/bed
his favorite hoodie is the bunny w the middle finger bc you gave it to him
makes your lunch for you and leaves slightly passive aggressive notes in them, still sweet tho
although once you got a note that said
’give me back my hoodie or i’ll shove a water bottle up your asshole. xoxo lino hyung’ that was for jisung
once decided to pick you up from work to get sushi
your coworkers were like
’wow i didnt know they had a boyfriend’
you cried laughing hearing that and so did min
teased you about the fanfic you wrote when you were thirteen
and you tease him about the 2PM shrine he had
obviously you both r cat ppl
so he takes you to cat cafe dates all the time
insists on paying and saying you’ll pay next time
sends random ass pics on tour all the time
changbin
he absolutely cherishes you
like holds you up like a trophy infront of his friends all the time
youre two-three years apart from each other
he loves loves giving you piggy back rides
also loves squeezing the life out of you
youre the one he goes to when he buys something
and he’s the one you go to for relationship advice
once you took him to an amusement park
your camera roll was full of blackmail
tens of millions of inside jokes
one of the kids will fix their hair and you’ll both burst out laughing
bc once changbin ran into a pole fixing his hair
your ultimate group is newjeans so you went to a fansign
and got bin a signed teddybear
he cried when you gave it
he constantly tells you to be safe
when your going somewhere
’bye baby cub (nickname lol), be safe have fun love ya!’
when you need a little pick me up
he comes to you with your favorite ice cream flavor and his laptop
your emergency contact
one of your friends has to text him and he gets super suspicious
’cub who tf is this? why were they texting me?’
almost started a whole ass fight
its okay tho he apologized and bought chocolate
constantly tells you to go to bed early bc he doesn’t want you to ‘become like channie-hyung’
will run to get you what you need
if you got your period and arent prepared he’ll know
just sprints to the nearest cvs
even cleans up your nasty bedsheets bc u leaked
’oh dont worry cub i can handle it’
your on his close friends list on instagram
most times its just dedications to you that he puts on his story
hyunjin
his day one frfr
like your only a year apart so your tight asf
his hugs will be gentle but so warm
bear hugs>>>>
his huge ass hands will totally go around your neck for comfort
he also digs his face into your shoulder
he paints many things for you
like he’ll also give you his unfinished projects when he’s sick of them
shines when you compliment him
teaches you choreos and lets you make up some
dyes your hair often too
spa nights where its just the two of you with a movie of your choice in the bg
those are the days where you can just. let go
tea gets spilt. i mean like, you know absolutely everything abt the other atp
spontaneous karoake nights
he gets worried when you drink tho
’noooo what if you fall on your face and then it gets ruined!!’
when he’s tired or down tho
one of the members text you and you come over with your comfort box you packed for these situations
face masks, iced americanos, watermelons, fluffy blankets, llama eye masks for sleeping, an air purifier, room spray, and a huge hoodie and sweatpants/shorts bc he probs did NOT shower in his funk
when he goes home you take walks together and catch up
also you just. really like smelling his room
it smells like flowers and the perfume your late grandfather used
gifts you things from versace
his favorite colors are black and white; yours are brown and grey
picture wall of polaroids w photos u took together
you stream his music 24/7
he writes sad sad songs abt missing you
worse than hannie and his break up songs 😭
working on the maknae line!
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