#tw: intrusive thoughts

[sencity]

yandere!botanist x gn!darling, pt. two . . .

˚₊ ꒰ nightmare fuel 𝄁︎ obsessive/needy behavior, violent intrusive thoughts, ominous thoughts, slight leg humping, oral receiving (for y/n), overstimulation (also y/n), cumming untouched, incidental self-harm, + mentions of blood, murder, and suicide.

˚₊ ꒰ word count 𝄁︎ 931.

˚₊ ꒰ key 𝄁︎ crossed out red words indicate sencha’s thoughts. blue text indicate sencha’s messages. purple text indicate y/n's messages.

˚₊ ꒰ sen’s statement(s) 𝄁︎ you’d find pt. one here, let alone sencha’s face claim and information here. this’ll be the last part of headcanons, btw. (these hcs just keep getting longer and longer, god).

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who leaves itemized love letters at your doorstep in the middle of the night with a flower that displayed his mood and what the love poem was going to be about. it could go from a stargazer lily with a letter sealed with a pink heart or a wilting petunia and a crumbled letter indicating that he was clearly angered with something and the letter sloppily ranted his baleful desires towards you.

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who glowers you down as he watches the flower shop clerk flirt with you, his mind whirling with thoughts of repetitively stabbing his throat with the claw of his rake before burying his body beneath his garden to use as fertilizer. it’s a miracle that he hasn’t launched at the man by now but stood there trembling with anger, his heart thumping harshly, hearing the word “go” compulsively raid his mind, his hands twitching occasionally yet noticeably as the thoughts became louder …

“that loser doesn’t even go know where go eucalyptus originated. y’know i could tell go you everyth-STAB HIM everything you need to know, y/n. why laugh MINE …it up with this weirdo? go.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is an empty threatener. his obsession is primarily threatening to his emotional, physical, and mental health since he wouldn’t harm a fly, not him or his compulsive/intrusive thoughts. he feels a bit belittled when you brush off his outbursts, but nothing but a small smooch should be able to brush it off… for now, at least …

“i’ll kill anyone who even considers you as an existing human being! KILL THEM KILL THEM INSTEAD no one should know that you’re alive but me, i’ll even kill myself because i know you!! so loud, my head…”

“hm, that’s nice to know, sweetheart.”

“sweetheart…no, hush. you’re a bane, y/n. you never take me seriously…sweetheart, sweetheart, sweet heart, my love is sweet to them…”

“and don’t… and you a lie. now c’mon, the apples should be ripe to try.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who embraces you dotingly, tightly, and longingly, muffling a loud moan into your shirt. his knees were in a gelatinous state, buckling wildly to the point where his weight shifted on top of you. he shoved himself so deep into you to the point it was painful, as if he was forcing his way into what’s beneath your skin. his arousal wasn’t discreet either since he was ‘subtly’ grinding his hips into your leg like a mutt in heat …

“hnngh, y/n? i missed you so much, did you miss me too? please tell me you miss me, i need it…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! with his face buried deep between your thighs, sucking and slurping you hungrily during your orgasms, seeing as his lips have not detached from you in a second. his own pants were stained with his own cum yet he hasn’t touched himself during the whole process, but solely examined your expressions as they contorted in pleasure and pain. his grasp around your thighs was hopeful and voracious. to think that someone like him would have such a hold, let alone coy look …

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry! it’ll be over soon, just one more for me, okay? just give me two more and i’ll love you harder…just five more…a few more than that, please?…sencha, you idiot…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who is easy to please pt. two. he’ll take whatever you would give him sexually, even if it’s for your sadistic pleasure. he completely understands since he wants to see you in every scenario, so it only turns him on immensely that you love him so much to do such. he just wants to be useful for you, thrusting his sticky hips against you, his cum could be felt through the confinements of his boxers, which was caused by you merely kissing him and caressing his body. he couldn’t even breathe when you touched him so generously …

“please please please tell me you love me again…it’s a bold request and i’m a little messy but i know you can… i just want your love forever and—mmph, floret! your face, just look at me, catch me with your eyes and tell me i’m yours…”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who keeps his emotions limited to the best of his ability, but everything you do gets him so excited! the most ominous desires slip from his mouth instinctively, instinctively to the point where he doesn’t possess the mental awareness to apologize (which, again, you learned to inure) …

“i’ll skin all your friends in order to sew you a nice warm blanket to keep you comfy during the winter…”

“… that’s uh considerate, flower boy, but i’ll stick to the blankets you’ve bought me. they’re very warm, trust me.”

☪︎︎ 𝔂andere botanist! who absolutely trashes his place when you’re gone for too long with little to no explanation. once you came through the door you were greeted by a frantic and apologetic male, his roseated cheeks stained with smeared tears, his hands pricked with bloody rose thorns after destroying his vases out of resentment, and his hair was tousled and a bit damp from sweat. it was hard to be mad despite you being concerned, and what’s worse is that he seemed to calm down immensely when his hands traveled up your shirt, his breathing shaky and irregular as the thorns dragged across your skin …

“take off your shirt. i need your touch, your love, your sweat, embrace me with everything you own… i need your skin infused with mine… we’ll become one big bud of blubbery love, blooming under each other’s needs! you have a heart, don’t you?! can you show me, please? show me that you miss me. tell me that you need me. i can’t take another moment without you!”

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#☪︎︎ sen’s submission #sencity #reblog and share #interact with me #yandere #yandere x y/n #male yandere #tw: violence #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: obsessive behavior #obsessive love #yandere x darling #yandere x gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader #clingy yandere #tw: yandere #yancore #yandere blog #yandere headcanons #yandere smut #nsft concept #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x willing reader #yandere community #yandere love #obsessive yandere #obsessive compulsive behavior #yandere imagines #yandere concept

[mysidaesm]

Intrusive thoughts get easier to manage if you name them something stupid

"swerve the car into that tree" yeah ok shut up jimothy

#mental health #tw: intrusive thoughts #intrusive thoughts #mental ill health #neurodivergencies #neurodivergent #neurodivergence

[foryoupeko]

I have an idea that borderlines Hiyoko slander? Idk

[Tw: violent intrusive thoughts]

I was trying to figure out who would suffer the most from intrusive thoughts after NWP and I think it would be Hiyoko. So this is the scenario that everyone wakes up form the NWP and stays on the island for the unseeable future

At first it would be thoughts like “I should punch Mikan in the face” or “Kick Teruteru in the dick”, which would be misinterpreted as thoughts you naturally get when you’re trapped with a bunch of idiots

When they get more and more violent, she keeps it to herself. She already have a reputation of being a giant bitch. Why exacerbate it more?

But things change when Peko gets pregnant and Hiyoko has the strong urge to push Peko in hopes she has a miscarriage. I cannot stress enough, HIYOKO DOES NOT WANT THESE THOUGHTS. IT SCARES HER.

She avoids Peko in fear of hurting her. It helps that Mahiru is also against the idea of Peko having a child (that’s a different story of Mahiru thinking it’s incredibly selfish to bring a child into a world you ruined).

It comes to a head where Peko finally has the baby and Hiyoko can’t even be in the same room as them. It would be so easy to twist- NO NO NO.

Hajime was letting this go at first, let Hiyoko and Peko settle their own problem, but it was getting out of hand. Hajime tries to talk to Hiyoko about this.

Hajime: Hiyoko, I understand you never fully forgave Fuyuhiko and Peko after the NWP, but I thought we agreed to be civil. You can’t leave the room whenever they enter.

Hiyoko: Why? It’s insufferable around them. You know they only had that baby for attention. Or maybe Fuyuhiko wanted his own chance to groom a baby to be his tool*?

*(At this point, Hiyoko is under a lot of mental stress but even she doesn’t know why the fuck she said this. Another intrusive thought?)

Hajime: That’s terrible! Why can’t you just be nice?

Hiyoko: All you want are nice girls! I can’t be another nice girl for you to jerk off to! I’M NOT CHIAKI!

Hiyoko would stop in her tracks when she sees that she genuinely hurt Hajime with that comment. I think at this point, Ibuki comes in because she heard it with her super good hearing. Seeing Hajime and Ibuki both very disturbed, Hiyoko breaks down and starts to cry.

After that the group helps Hiyoko with her intrusive thoughts, with ways that I’m not qualified to get into.

#danganronpa #sdr2 #I hesitate to tag Hiyoko #this isn’t meant to be slander #I feel like it’s hiyoko slander #because she’s not in the #best light #and other ppl are mad #at her for this #but it’s more like a character study? #tw: intrusive thoughts

[milomilesmib]

Pros and cons of having a candle lit when you have ADHD (from my experience):

Pros:

Pretty :D

Smells nice :)

I will stare at the flame for hours and be entertained by the way it fwfhfhfhwfhw

You have the freedom to light as many as you want!

Warm lighting 😩

I feel like a cool witch/pre lightbulb scholar

Cons:

Intrusive urge to eat the flame

Intrusive urge to pour the wax in someone's drink

Intrusive urge to put my hand in the wax

Intrusive urge to spit toothpaste into the wax

Intrusive urge to drink the wax

Intrusive urge to grab the flame

#screw having intrusive thoughts thatll get you into prison #my intrusive thoughts would put me in the ER #intrusive thoughts #urges #adhd #actually adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #neurospicy #nd culture #adhd culture #candles #tw: intrusive thoughts

[karniss-bg3]

No Escape

Content warning: This fanfic contains mentions of suicide, intrusive thoughts, self deprecation and self harm. Please do not read below the cut if you are not in the head space to consume this kind of material.

Word count: 554

Summary: Kar’niss awakens to find he is not alone, in his head at least.

***

Filth. Pest. Nuisance.

Kar’niss’ eyes opened, stirred from his trance by the whispered words creeping from within. He was within his twisted alcove not far from Moonrise tower, a secluded spot with gnarled trees, rocky cliffs, and a deep ravine below. His moon lantern remained forever clutched in his grasp to keep the shadows at bay illuminating a freshly drained humanoid slumped over the branch nearby. His gaze darted around in search of the voice even if he knew its true origin, wishing for something tangible to fight rather than the immortal monster within.

The abomination has risen, crooked and twisted. This ravine is deep. A few steps and the suffering ends. Do it. Coward, he is a coward. Selfish, dim, too incompetent to die.

The voices were numerous and relentless, their volume growing in strength the more he came into consciousness. Kar’niss clamped his jagged hand onto the side of his face, trembled fingers coming to curl and dig at the uneven flesh of his forehead and cheek.

“M-Majesty, protect me from their venom,” Kar’niss growled, backing up tighter into the tree.

She has abandoned you.

Our Queen has seen you for what you are, a fraud.

Ugly, ugly, ugly. Vile, She vomits at the sight of you.

We can barely stand to be a part of you. Walk off and free us, WALK OFF!

The drider shook his head frantically maintaining his grip on the lantern, his claws breaking the skin due to the dangerous pressure applied. “N-No, She would not abandon us. We are Her m-most loyal s..servant…”

No one likes you. No one.

Annoying blabber mouth. Shut up, be silent, never speak again.

The abomination cannot help himself. He wants to be accepted, to be loved.

A great joke, that. Add delusional to the list of flaws. A shite smear deserves more love than you, filth.

“SHUT UP! Shut up! Hhnng!” Kar’niss thrashed against the tree with such force it would’ve dislodged leaves had it any left to dislodge. Moisture streamed down his face, trying desperately to regain control of his own mind with little success. The more he fought the intrusive thoughts the more insistent they became. His head was flooded by a chorus of insults, each more biting than the last. He could hear nothing else around him left completely vulnerable to the whims of his inner demons. Even his cries went unheard in his own ears, drowned out by the brutal assault by his subconscious.

It all came to a head in a violent fashion. The voices overwhelmed his senses, his muscles wound tighter than a spring. His hand gripped his hair with such force that it ripped strands out by the roots. He threw his head back and looked toward the blackened sky, his face streaked with tears which cut a path through the dirt on his cheeks. His mouth fell open unleashing an unholy wail from the depths of his chest. The sound tore through the bleak forests of the Shadowlands, disturbing nesting ravens forcing them to flee the branches to get away from the ear piercing screech. The harrowing cry reached the spires of Moonrise gaining modest reactions from the inhabitants. It was a familiar sound that they learned to ignore with time. It would sort itself out, they believed.

One way or another.

#baldur's gate 3 #kar'niss #drider #bg3 #karniss #baldurs gate 3 #my writing #kar'niss fanfic #bg3 fanfic #tw: mental illness #tw: suicide mention #tw: self harm #tw: intrusive thoughts #There is no greater enemy than the mind who turns on its Master

[jammyjams1910]

This thought’s been on my mind a lot lately

#tw: intrusive thoughts #slight vent #my art #vent doodle #jammyjams talks #jammyjams spills the tea #macbeth #dr jekyll and mr hyde

[mamamittens]

Nikia has a hobby of learning new things. She doesn't always remember what she's learned, she's a little forgetful and absentminded behind the RBF, but it's pretty obvious when she's trying to memorize things.

Spending so long with little to no socialization means it's very easy for her to forget herself and get very... Weird bout learning something new. It's inquisitive and cute but also jarring to have her suddenly up close and personal to see what you're doing. Exactly how you're holding a blade to carve meat or roll dough. She's just FIXATED on what's in front of her.

This is how she learns sword play with Thatch and pistols from Izou. Sure, she knows how to hold a knife and carve. Do great damage while hunting. Or shoot a small handheld gun. But the finer details escape her. She's not confident holding the weapons. Instinctively more defensive.

It's an interesting process where they all learn a bit more about each other. Like how steady and firm Thatch is with his blades but quick as a whip. Izou a deft hand at a quick draw and steady grip. And they learn that Nikia still dances with her feet, instinct from years of dance as a child and playfulness translating to a very different style than Thatch's bold stance or Izou's unflinching aim.

Thatch ends up teaching her forms he's not that great at. A flowing rhythmic sort of style that favors reverse grips and grip changes with a twirl. She doesn't have his body strength to use his own style, so its better this way. It's a strange sort of dance and she often plays dirty by suddenly flaring her wings or obscuring her blades between feathers.

Her shooting style is more geared towards distance and hair trigger shots, so pistols are hard to get used to under Izou's tutelage. They struggle to find an intuitive style for her with much weaker guns and she ends up missing a lot. Her shots taking too long to line up so she over thinks. She just can't be patient with a gun, can't duel like Izou can against blades, lining his shots meticulously to win. She just wants to shoot their head and be done with it. He ends up finding the sweet spot with speed, helping train her wrists to handle the recoil she's used to taking with her whole body. It ends up a lot like gun-slinging in old westerns. Faster and faster until it's like you blink and miss it.

It's good exercise for them, forcing themselves to recontextualize how they fight.

Thatch still isn't okay after discovering how bad of an idea it is to encourage her to talk while she fights. He wanted banter, fun light stuff. But with all her focus on a fight, Nikia's filter dies quickly.

Sure, it's cute and flirty at first, but the... Violent intrusive thoughts really throw everyone for a loop.

"You look so cute with swords. So proud and accomplished."

"I should kiss your nose after this. You deserve to be flustered after tapping my ass with the flat of your blade."

"You have such a beautiful smile, Thatch. It makes me nervous to hold a blade to it--theres not point messing with perfection, even if I think you'd wear a Glasgow well."

"I keep getting distracted by your ankles, why do you wear slippers? One little knick and you'll never walk again--I worry about you so much, you know?"

"I hate it when our blades cross. I can feel the grinding metal in my bones and it makes me want to rip your face off with my teeth."

"I don't want to get too comfortable holding a blade to your throat. It's so easy to bleed out from the arteries there. Same for your thighs but if I manage to put a blade there, one of us has made a massive mistake."

Izou laughs at him, thinking it's about time he was on the other end of shit talk...

He definitely doesn't make the same mistake at least. Easy not to since she she's how loud guns are.

#one piece #mittens rambles #one piece oc #nikia op oc #back on my bullshit #tw: intrusive thoughts

[apersonwholikeslotus]

Accidents happen, don't they?

Characters: Wales, England, Scotland, Ireland

Warnings: Talk of xenophobia, colonization, arson, and intrusive thoughts

Notes: I'm ok i promise, i very rarely write truly unhinged stuff and this really isn't that bad. It is all under a cut for a reason though, and i am only posting it for @the-heaminator. I wrote this forever ago, and i don't feel like editing it so whatever it is, it is.

Dylan's life had been hell since the Romans showed up.

It had gotten marginally better, then worse, so much worse. The damn Germanic tribes that showed up were worse than the Romans, they didn't just want to conquer the area they wanted everyone else gone. They wanted everything for themselves. The anger he felt at being called a stranger on his own land was worse than anything else, everyone he knew was gone 'England' taking their place. The first time he met William he thought maybe they could work things out, maybe they could agree to leave each other alone. That couldn't happen either though could it? The Englishman was no better than the tribes that had come, he was the same, he was worse. And he was proud of being worse, he took Wales, then Scotland, and Ireland. He took a third of the world, disposing of anyone who got in his way.

Dylan eventually decided he had to agree with William or get out of his way, agreeing and at least being seen, even if it was barely, was better then being pushed off to the side completely. That's not how it worked though? Even if you did everything in your power to corporate, he still treated you like trash. The flag of the United Kingdom, England, Scotland and Northern Ireland. No Wales in sight.

Dylan remembered Angus leaving back in 1607, he couldn't deal with William anymore. He went to Jamestown, Dylan had wanted to leave but both of them couldn't go. 'Go Angus, I'll be fine' Why did he tell him to go? Dylan questioned everyday why he didn't instead.

Then one day James Cook was leaving, Dylan didn't tell anyone. He didn't utter a word to a soul, he left a note. Hidden enough that it wouldn't be found immediately, clear enough that someone would find it in a few days. He sailed around the world for three years; he felt the most free he had been in over a thousand years. No one could find him, especially William. When the time came that he had to go home, he didn't want to. Three years, everyone on the voyage was exhausted and homesick. Dylan wanted to stay out there, he wanted to keep sailing and never have to return to London; never have to return to the beck and call of England. He seriously considered hopping off at a random port, far away from Europe. If he hid well enough it would take decades for anyone to find him, the empire was expanding though. The crown would find him eventually, and the punishment would not be something that made it worth it.

Angus had gotten too close to Alfred, enough that the small boy called him dad, William found a way to have him locked up for seven years. Seven years because a colony called someone besides England dad. Seven years in prison, on top of being suddenly separated from... from his own child, then the Darien Scheme failing: Angus hadn't always been an alcoholic. Don't believe anyone who tells you otherwise. Dylan didn't want to imagine what decades of disappearing would be punished with, if a three letter word from a toddler meant that much.

Three years was bad enough, he got back to a scolding from someone half his age. Then the King was mad at him, Dylan swore this many people had never even paid attention to him before. William was snappier at him after all of that, he never gave him a break. Said he had to make up for galavanting across the world instead of tending to his duties as an independent nation. Dylan had to stop himself from laughing in his half-brother's face; Wales? An independent nation? Why had no one informed him that he was one?

"You're lucky, Dylan"

He could hear Molly's voice in his head. She had told him that during the great hunger, she had shown up in London solely because Angus had promised to lend her some money so she could go to the US to stay with their nephew until things got better–if they even did–. Why? He had thought to himself, because he wasn't currently starving? Because he wasn't having to flee his home? He wasn't living in his own land though was he? London wasn't his. He had been mad at her for saying that for far too long.

Dylan knew most people didn't wish for bad things to befall other people, he wasn't even sure where the idea came from. He just knew one night he was sitting in bed, the window was open blowing the curtains a little too close to a candle that sat on a table. The first thought was rational,

"I need to either blow out the candle, or close the window, or the house might burn down"

The second thought, the small voice in the back said

'Or Angus isn't home, he won't be for a long time' Dylan was almost confused himself as to where the thought might be going. 'You could get Fiachra and go on an errand, William is sleeping, if the house happened to catch on fire and he didn't get out in time, what could be done?'

Dylan wanted to say terribly that he didn't consider the thought, he wanted to say that he almost didn't get up to get his shoes and coat. He wanted to say that he wasn't in the doorway, shoes on and coat tucked under his arm; about to go get Fiachra and make something up about a late night grocery store run: before finally realizing he was insane. Half-running across the room and blowing out the candle quickly.

You can't do that. He had to say it to himself over and over and over while putting his shoes and coat back in his closet.

He had to repeat it to himself the next morning when he turned on the stove.

He had to tell it to himself the next week when they lit the fireplace for the first time in the season.

He had to remind himself whenever he lit a cigarette, and stared at the flame on the lighter a little too long.

Something in the back of his mind always said though; "accidents happen? Don't they?" 

and if a candle was forgotten, and William was asleep in his room, Alone in the house, it would be counted as an accident.

Wouldn't it?

#aph wales #hws wales #aph scotland #hws scotland #aph england #hws england #aph ireland #hws ireland #hetalia #british isles siblings #uk bros #tw: arson #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: alchohol mention #tw: xenophobia #tw: colonialism #my gosh so many tws #apersonwhowrites

[blackplaaague]

Hey, you! This is your daily reminder to stay alive!

I care enough about people whose faces I can't even see through the screen to meticulously type up lists of reasons why I want them to keep on fighting and keep on living.

I regularly schedule these posts, so even if something were to happen to me, they'd be queued around and passed back to you, even in the worst case scenario. (Don't worry, I'm pretty healthy and in a safe mental space right now. I should be around for a while.)

I spend a good lot of time on these. I hope my words can find impact in your heart, and inspire you to find a reason to keep going.

Here's one of the things from my list of reasons to stay alive: I'll never meet my online friends in person, or be able to finish writing my comic. I'll never get to say goodbye to the people I love like family.

I know that's a more personal reason, but it's brought me a bit of hope.

(Also, if you haven't heard the ice cube trick, if you're struggling with intrusive thoughts, hold an ice cube to your hand or wrist, the cold will trick your brain out of the spiral!)

Stay safe for me, okay? <3

I love you platonically.

--Ellis

#bp rambles #i love you platonically #your daily remidnder to stay alive #daily reminder to stay alive #i love you #self care #mental health #mental help #stability #intrusive thoughts #tw: intrusive thoughts #ice cube #ice cube trick #stay alive #I'd miss you

[lunaekalenda]

Hi An I hope you’re doing well and I’ve been feeling hurt, sad, depressed, and wished I could disappear due to losing my new job after two weeks and no longer want to find work anymore especially with the repeated rejections in the past year. Can I request a hurt/comfort/fluff one-shot of Eren x Fem!Reader where Y/N shuts herself in hers and Erens dark shared bedroom with the door locked sobbing uncontrollably in bed wrapped in a blanket covering her figure and head/face and wishing she could be erased from the world after repeated rejections from getting a job she wanted. Then, Eren tries to get Y/N to open the door and begging her to let him in despite her refusal causing him to worry more for her safety, well-being, and making sure she’s not hurting herself until Eren finds a spare key in his pocket to let himself in before he stripped out of his clothes and underwear before climbing into bed to comfort Y/N and cradle her in his naked body. As Eren lifted a part of the blanket off Y/Ns face, he tearfully begs Y/N not to harm herself, how he doesn’t want to be alone without her, and reminds her how much he loves her especially reassuring her there are places for her where she can work before showering her with kisses and rocking her to help her feel better. Finally after Eren calms Y/N down, he laid Y/n down on his bare chest and tells her that even if she was let go, there’s still hope she’ll find work again and he doesn’t want her to kill herself before comforting her with her favorite lullaby to help her rest? Thank you -🌼

hey!! i'm sorry you're going such tough times, and i hope it gets better for you soon! i'm sure you'll be able to recover and keep going, and you're strong to do so! never lose hope, i'm sure a lot of people (including me) are cheering for you!! you're very loved and very much capable and talented! i hope this helps even a little bit <3

warnings: non-sexual nudity, mentions of self harm, intrusive thoughts, anxiety, panic attack. be careful with reading the first paragraphs, as they have strong self-consciousness and negative thoughts that could affect anyone on a crisis. if you wanna read the comfort directly, jump to the red dot.

Your house was silent. Maybe that was the trigger.

Eren had the blinds down, as he usually does when he leaves, and the darkness of the room made you sadder. Alone, silent and dark. Your home was exactly how you felt. You really wanted that job, and still, you were unable to get it. Taking the big grey blanket that Eren bought for you some time ago, and getting changed into your sleeping clothes, you let your fluffy bed hug your body sweetly, covered by the soft fabric, but still it wasn't enough. You still felt the cold on the inside.

You felt how the rejection took root on your heart, and a tree of thoughts started to grow from it. What if you were not enough? If they didn't see you capable? If they didn't trust your works? If they didn't like you? Is anybody going to accept you anywhere?

You take the blanket above your head, covering your shining cheeks, where tears run down quickly. Getting rejected more than once isn't easy to assimilate. Your head hurts from crying and you close your eyes. The world feels way too heavy for you right now, and you wish that burden was taken off your shoulders. You don't know how many time you've been crying, and you don't know when you fell asleep during it.

.

You hear knocks, followed by your name, in Eren's voice. He knocks again, but you don't feel strong enough to stand up and open the door. Your muscles feel tired and your head feels dizzy. Your eyes start to close again, but your hear a key against the door, Eren's steps inside the room, the light from the corridor filling the bedroom. Eren walks quickly towards you, kneeling by your side. He takes a bit of the blanket away, checking your face. Your eyes are swollen from crying and they search his slowly. He smiles softly when your eyes meet his.

"What happened, love?" he asks in low voice, no more than a whisper. You take your body to your side of the bed, and he understands what you mean. Undressing quickly, Eren takes the blanket and slides next to you, taking your body on a hug, his warm skin calming your muscles. You sigh against his body. His hands run over your thighs, your arms ad your back. He caresses you as he lets you speak.

"I got rejected for that work. Again." just remembering it makes you feel miserable again, but you feel his lips pressed on top of your head. His hug gets tighter as his caresses are still sweet on your skin. "I don't know what fails... I have a nice portfolio, I have nice reviews from my past jobs, I always try to answer correctly at all the interview questions for what? To get rejected again and again and again and cry and see someone get the job I've been fighting so hard for." Tears are unstoppable again when he kisses your head again.

"Love. If they didn't get you, it's not your fault. You're incredible, and all your past bosses say the same about you. I'm sure there are a hundred jobs made for you. I know you really wanted this job, but they're the ones losing. Show them who you are. Make them search you. Make them beg you to join. Andm, if that isn't the case, I'm sure you'll enjoy your new work so much you wont' have time to think about the one that rejected you." he takes a tear away with his thumb, feeling how your erratic breath starts to follow his, and he sighs. "You're amazing, and no one, specially an interviewer. should tell you otherwise."

Then, he takes his time to kiss every one of your tears until they stop falling, to rock your body slowly until your breath calms down, to hear every single one of your thoughts and reassure you that there's a lot of people who loves you, who enjoy being by your side, and who feel lucky to have you in their lives.

"And I'm the first one of that list." he whispers. "I don't know where I would be without you, and I'm sure I wouldn't be the man I am today without you. That's your magic. You make people better. You make people happy, loved, cherished. And you should get the same back."

Your eyes feel quite heavy from all the tiredness of crying, and you let your body meet his, more comfortable and more warm. You whisper against his chest. "Thank you. For everything."

As a response, he sings your favorite lullaby for you, keeping the rhythm with soft caresses on your back, until you feel asleep on his arms.

#aot x reader #snk x reader #aot fluff #snk fluff #eren x reaer #eren x you #eren x y/n #tw: self harm #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: sui mention

[poured-my-past-down-the-drain]

I'M GOING TO DROWN TOMMY #2 IN AFFECTION.

I'm going to punch your tubbo in the face and slam his head into a wall until he can't stand upright and shatter his horns like Schlatt did to me—

Anyways, our Ranboo is very sweet and nice and pretty, and they will kiss your forehead until you're dizzy :]

– Tubbo.

So true, they make me dizzy constantly 😊😊😊

maybe don’t,, do all that . Idk if that even counts as self harm or not :\

#dsmp tommy #rp blog #double trouble!! #mentions tubbo #mentions ranboo #tw: trauma #tw: injury #tw: violence #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: unhealthy behavior #mentions schlatt

[himbos-hotline]

Anyone else when writing in a notebook feel low-key terrified that they're gonna split their wrist open by the worse papercut ever ot is that just me?

#tw: intrusive thoughts

[onekisstotakewithme]

intrusive thoughts are fun.

passed a (presumably) dead rat on our walk last night (rats are not typically vectors for rabies), picked up a piece of rock salt to toss near it to see if it would move, and now am convinced I could die of rabies just bc i have a minor cut on my pinkie on the hand I used to pick up the salt.

so I'm just spending my day possibly spiralling about dying 👌🏻

#tw: intrusive thoughts #personal

[jammyjams1910]

Vent cos I often do feel like just a 'teenage dirtbag'

Ft irl me over the years

Context:

First scene: 2nd primary school - reception to year 3 - I would cry and freak out whenever it was too noisy which would make everyone think I'm immature

Second scene: 3rd primary school - year 6 specifically - when my toxic bff turned against me, bullied me and made me start having suicidal thoughts

Third scene: Current secondary school - year 10 specifically - having to deal with all these intrusive thoughts & memories that make me feel depressed af

#tw: vent #tw: bullying #tw: intrusive thoughts #my edit #gacha neon #jammyjams talks #jammyjams loses their sanity #ttte jamie💛 #< but irl #ttte oc #oc lore

[maceofpentacles]

hey fellas is it normal to have extremely detailed intrusive thoughts telling you that you’re going to get into a horrible car accident and everyone is going to die whenever you’re in the car with anyone as it’s raining? yes or no? be honest 🤔🤔

#personal stuff #i don’t know why but it happens every single time without fail #tw intrusive thoughts #tw car accident #tw death #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: car accident #tw: death

[aquatic-blade-of-justice]

I Want to hurt so bad it makes me feel im supposed to hurt

#!keldeo #tw: intrusive thoughts #tw: mentioned violence