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kywaslost · 2 years

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Dissociation- Shinsou Comfort

A/N: I've been daydreaming and dissociating really bad, so I wrote this.

Hitoshi Shinsou walked into the kitchen to grab himself a drink, when he noticed you out of the corner of his eye. You were sitting at the kitchen table, homework surrounding you. He knew you had been working for a while, having helped you an hour or so ago. But now you were simply just sitting there, hands flat on the table. Your eyes were glazed over as you stared off into space. Hitoshi knew what you were doing. Aizawa and Hizashi had told him that you would dissociate a lot as a coping mechanism. Your therapist had given your dads ways to keep you from doing this.

Hitoshi frowned slightly, stepping out of the kitchen and into the living room. He took his phone from his pocket and called Aizawa.

“Hello?” the man’s gruff voice came from the other end of the line.

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou greeted quietly.

“Is everything ok?” Aizawa asked.

Shinsou sighed. “Yeah, yeah I think so? I just, I think N/N is dissociating. Do I need to do something?”

The boy could hear his dad sigh as well. “Yeah, you need to pull them out of it. Their therapist said that dissociating as much as they do isn’t helpful and we should try to prevent it.”

“Sorry,” Shinsou said. “I didn’t know it was going to happen. They were doing homework in the kitchen.”

“It’s alright, it’s not your fault,” Aizawa comforted. “Just pull them out of it.”

“How do I do that?”

“Start verbally. Say their name, try and talk to them. If they don’t respond, then try physical touch. A hand on their shoulder, or pulling them back. Anything to move them or snap them out of their dissociation.”

“Ok, I’ll try that.” Shinsou looked back to you, still unmoving with hazy eyes. “Thanks dad.”

“No problem. Call me back if something happens.”

Shinsou and Aizawa said their goodbyes and Hitoshi slipped his phone back into his pocket. He slowly stepped towards you, then stood beside you. “Y/N?”” he called softly. “You with me?” You didn’t move, let alone show any sign you knew he was there. He sighed softly, then placed a hand on your shoulder. You still didn’t snap. “You’re in deep, aren’t you?” Shinsou muttered.

He moved around the back of the chair you were sitting in, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pulling you back to rest against the back of the chair. He smiled softly when you slowly inhaled, then sighed quickly. “Hello, Toshi,” you muttered. Your head fell back to rest against the back of the chair.

“Hey,” he responded, keeping his arms around you. “Everything ok?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, eyes closing. You tried to lean forward but Hitoshi held you up. “Just need a minute.”

“A minute to sleep? Or a minute to dissociate?”

“To dissociate.”

“I’m sorry--” Tears immediately fell down your cheeks at Shinsou’s words. He quickly moved to kneel beside you. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he cooed softly.

“I just need a minute,” you said shakily.

“Y/N, you’ve been out for a while. And it took several attempts for me to snap you out of it,” Shinsou said. “Dissociation is a trauma response, ok? Letting yourself dissociate isn’t healthy. Why don’t we try something else, yeah? Something to distract you.”

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. “No, Hitoshi. I don’t want a distraction. I’m tired. Just give me a minute.”

Shinsou stood, and took your hands to pull you to your feet. “I can’t, I’m sorry. Here, come with me.” He slowly led you into the living room and guided you to sit beside him on the couch. He pulled a blanket off the back of the couch and draped it over you. “You need a break.”

“No I don’t,” you cried. “I need to get work done. I---”

“N/N,” Shinsou said calmly. “Dissociation is a trauma response. So something triggered you and that’s why you feel this way. So now you’re going to sleep. Ok?”

You shook your head. “I don’t want to. No. Not until dad or papa comes home.”

“It’s going to be a while before they get home. I can stay here if it’ll make you feel safer,” Shinsou offered. You shook your head, burying your face in your knees. He rested a hand on your back, rubbing it gently. “You don’t feel safe. Ok, it’s ok.” He was connecting the dots, and then he pulled his phone back out and pulled up Aizawa’s contact again. “I can call dad. Would that make you feel safer?” When you nodded, he immediately hit the dial button.

“Hello?”

“Hey, dad,” Shinsou said quickly. “It didn’t go well. I’m trying to get them to sleep instead of dissociating. They’re kinda really panicky right now. They don’t want to sleep until you or papa get home.”

“Alright, can you put me on speaker?” Aizawa’s voice was softer now. Shinsou put his phone on speaker and held it between the two of you.

“You’re on.”

“Hey Y/N,” Aizawa said softly. “Can you hear me?”

You lifted your head slightly and nodded. Shinsou spoke for you. “Yeah, she can.”

“It’s ok,” Shouta cood. “You’re home with Toshi, yeah?”

You whimpered a soft, “yeah.”

“And you’re safe. Toshi’s with you, and I can promise you he won’t let anyone hurt you. Including yourself. He’ll stay with you until I get home, or Hizashi gets home. So you can sleep. You’ll be ok.” You looked at Hitoshi with watery eyes. “Trust me honey, I trained him. He’s as good as I am.” You nodded.

“Ok.” You were slightly calmer now. “Toshi’s ok?”

“Toshi’s ok.”

“When will you be home?”

“Later tonight honey. I still have a few hours left of patrol. But I promise as soon as I get home we can talk about whatever happened, ok?”

“Ok.” You pulled the blanket Shinsou had draped over you tighter. “Goodbye, dad.”

“Goodbye Y/N. Call me back if you need me, ok?”

“Ok."

Shinsou took the phone off of speaker and talked to Aizawa for a moment before hanging up. Then he pulled another blanket over his own lap. “Do you want the tv on or off?” he asked gently.

“On,” you answered. As Shinsou reached for the remote and turned on the tv, you moved over to lean against him. His hand was still on your back, but now he draped his arm over your shoulder, holding you tightly. “Is this ok?”

You nodded.

For the rest of the evening, Shinsou held you to his side as you slowly fell asleep. He remembered Aizawa and Hizashi doing this for him when he was first taken into the Yamada-Aizawa household, and he remembered how much safer he felt afterwards. So he did everything they had done for him. He ran his hand up and down your arm, and eventually guided your head to his lap so you wouldn’t hurt your neck. He made sure the blanket was pulled high enough to keep you warm, and he even ran his fingers through your hair.

By the time Aizawa and Present Mic returned home from patrol, you and Hitoshi both were passed out on the couch, your favorite tv show playing on the tv.

“Should we wake them?” Yamada asked quietly, removing his jacket. “I don’t want Toshi to wake up with a stiff neck.”

“I’ll take N/N to bed,” Aizawa answered. “You can wake Hitoshi up if you’d like.” The dark haired man walked over to the couch, crouching down in front of your sleeping form. He attempted to gently slide his hands under you to pick you up, but the movement startled you awake. You shot up, pulling your blanket to your chest and breathing heavily. You glanced around quickly.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok,” Aizawa said calmly, putting his hands up. “It’s just me.” Your eyes landed on him, and then you lept off the couch and into the arms of your adopted father. He held you tightly as he fell on his rear from your weight. “Hey honey.” Once your arms wrapped around his waist, you didn’t let go.

Your sudden movements woke Shinsou, and he looked around tiredly. Hizashi sat beside him on the couch and rested a hand on his shoulder. “Thank you for taking care of them, Toshi.”

Shinsou hummed tiredly, rubbing his eyes. “Of course. They’re my sibling now. I want them to feel safe here.” Him and Hizashi watched as Aizawa hummed softly, pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.

“I’m going to take them to their room,” he said quietly. He slowly stood, carrying you in his arms as he trudged back to your room.

Shinsou stopped by your room before he turned in for the night, officially. Aizawa had returned to the living room after a while, stating that he’d calmed you down and you were alright now. So as Hitoshi poked his head into your open bedroom, he saw you curled up in the corner of your bed, wrapped up in a sweatshirt. He was afraid you were dissociating again, but your gaze flickered to him.

“Hey N/N,” he greeted you softly.

“Hello, Toshi,” you said back.

“How are you?” He stepped into the room and leaned back on the wall by the door.

You shrugged. “‘M alright.” You let out a soft chuckle. “No more trauma response.”

Shinsou nodded slowly. “That’s good.”

“Sorry about earlier,” you apologized. “Didn’t mean to have you deal with that.”

“Hey now.” Hitoshi pushed off of the wall and came over to sit in front of you on the bed. “I promise you I’ve been in your spot. Go ask dad and papa. I broke down a lot, and I had my own issues. Still do. It’s really no problem. I don’t mind.”

You sighed shakily. “Will-will you stay with me? I don’t…” you hesitated, falling into silence. Shinsou smiled softly, placing a hand on your knee.

“Yeah, I’ll stay.” He scooted up to sit beside you.

You moved to uncurl your legs and leaned against his shoulder. “Is this ok?”

“Of course.”

Shinsou wrapped an arm around you, sitting with you until you fell asleep on him for the second time that night. He stayed with you throughout the remainder of the night, keeping watch over you. After a while he managed to doze off as well, but woke up every time you moved in your sleep.

You may be fairly new to the Yamada-Aizawa family, but Shinsou and you have grown closer. He sees you as his sibling, and he wants to help you as much as he can, no matter how ‘messed up’ you think you may be.

#comfort #bnha #bnha comfort #x reader #shinsou comfort #aizawa and shinsou #shinsou x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #dadzawa #papa mic #present mic #eraserhead #erasermic #found family #tw: dissociating

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infrxred · 6 months

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time doesn’t feel real anymore

what are you even supposed to do when you dissociate like um

im kinda just…

#i should’ve never thought about this #time #derealization #dissociation #depersonalization #derealism #tw: dissociating #silly posting #sillyness

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thecovenhouseco · 10 months

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What flavor of Dissociation are you? Mine is “I’m not real and the world is a video game”

#dissociative identity disorder #did osdd #did system #dissociative identities #did alter #did things #osdd things #osdd system #actually did #tw: dissociating

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part-time-poettryingtheirbest · 2 years

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Heizou helps you when your dissociating [romantic fluffy comfort]

tw: derealization/dissociation, mentions of reader being stressed, food mentioned

(Before you read: this is my own personal experience with disassociating, this may not apply to your specific experience.)

Everything's foggy. His voice sounds like it's in a different dimension. His touch barely there. You can't smell anything, not even the food he made you.

Things have gotten worse recently, as life tends to do. The pressure of deadlines with expectations of others really make a bad thought soup. Adding the seasoning of a terrible sleep schedule and you have yourself the most stressful thought soup you've ever owned.

That's when the fog greets you. It introduces itself as the escape route from hell, the only way to feel okay again. You know it's lying, but it'll be worth it right? You can fight against the fog and ground yourself into reality again, but the fog seems so friendly and kind. It couldn't hurt, right?

The fog traps you in a cold embrace, covering your ears and eyes. Allowing yourself to feel nothing.

You're wrong, it hurts. You're confused and scared. Where are you? Why is everything so gray and dull? It promised a way out yet it only trapped you, making you feel everything at once. Silently.

To anyone passing by you look like you're deep in thought. Your body slumped on the couch, hair partially covering your eyes, staring at the floor. But Heizou knows what's really happening. He'll always figure it out. Others think your free in thought, but he can see how trapped you really are.

"Hey, love?" He questions, while brushing the hair out of your face.

"Helllooooo?" He says playfully, yet his concern is starting to show. He kneels down in front of you, cupping your cheeks and staring directly at you. Normally, you start to blink and question why he's on the floor.

This is the worst he's seen it. He swiftly gets up and walks to the freezer. The moment this first happened in his presence he did his research. Rather than just grabbing one, he takes the entire tray of ice cubes and walks over to you.

Heizou hastily flips your hand so you're able to hold the ice cube, and plops one there. Now he waits.

The fog slowly dissipates as you start to feel a dull sting in your hand. Then it turns into a sharp one, instinctively you attempt to move your hand. Only to feel someone holding your fingers in place over the sting.

You blinked a few times, starting to faintly smell your favorite food. Slowly, you return to your living room, with Heizou sitting in front of you. His (now) cold hands over yours, sighing in relief.

"I finally got you back love, how are you feeling?"

"Better, now can you let go of my hand? It's cold."

"Not until we're doing playing your favorite game! Now, what are 5 things you can see?"

He's the most loving and caring person to you, but still manages to tease you in the process of helping you.

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I hope you enjoyed! Feedback is encouraged!

#viri writes #genshin x you #genshin x reader #heizou x y/n #heizou x reader #genshin comfort #genshin fluff #heizou fluff #heizou comfort #heizou x you #tw: dissociating #tw: derealization #genshin hurt/comfort #genshin x y/n #genshin impact x reader

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owlish-owlhouse · 1 year

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hi there! can you maybe do a parental darius x adopted reader fic where the reader has a nightmare & darius comforts them? your last parental darius fic was so good, I had to request for another one! tysm! have an awesome day!!❤️❤️

A/N: If you are allergic to milk/dairy products, chocolate, cinnamon, sugar I apologize. As someone with allergies it can be very annoying to read about eating/drinking said allergy. Please just pretend or assume that Darius knows your allergies and that he acted accordingly and put in the needed replacements

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Feelings are not something this man is amazing at. He is not humble by any means but even he could admit that. Not that he didn't care in his own little ways. Humming as he sprinkles in cinnamon to add a little flavor he stirs the hot chocolate he was brewing on his tiny stove, waiting for the chocolate to finish melting. He hopes the smell was calming and that you felt safe here with him. That you knew he'd never let anything happen to you. He cares so deeply for you and would absolutely raise hell if you were ever hurt but his gestures of affection are more subtle.

As he takes the kettle off the miniature stove he spins his finger making it dissapear, purple magic sending it back to it's place. Pouring the now ready hot chocolate into two cups he hums softly in acknowledgment as he hears you sniffling behind him on his window seat. Putting a dollop of whip cream (giving you a little extra) into the drinks before sprinkling sprinkles over them he sighs. Using his magic to make the items go away he picked up the warm mugs. He could have ordered an abomination to do that but he always found food tasted better when it came from a person who cares about you instead of a mindless creature.

Funny considering how him making abominations was the ultimate form of love towards his craft.

Swallowing Darius turns around to face you. He was your mentor and you needed him but in truth he needed you just as much having grown attached to you in these last few months you'd worked under him. He understands what going through a nightmare alone is like. He's awoken from nightmares himself countless times. His sheets crumpled underneath him with pillows thrown aside and his blanket wrapped around him from all his thrashing. Darius will not let you feel that pain in this horrible place that haunted people's dreams. Not alone.

The hot chocolate mugs are steaming melting the ingridents he had put on top. He smiles fondly at the mugs as he walks over too you. They were painted pink and purple like abominations, just a silly gift from you to him. You and your gestures of affection he could never keep up with. As he glances at you still smiling at the fond memory of the mugs he notices how your staring at the floor instead of him with this far off look in your eyes. He coughs briefly to catch your attention and when you glance up at him he gestures his head for you to scoot over and make room for him. Pulling your blanket closer you do so without complaining.

Sitting next to you the mugs carefully placed in your lap. Your hands wrap around it and he notices how there's still a slight tremor. "... Are you ready to talk about it now?" He questions as he runs an ungloved hand through your hair. You hum in response before shifting to lean against him, warm mug pulled close to your diaphragm as your head laid on his shoulder. He closed his eyes in understanding and nodded. "alright take your time." He responds. "We have all the time in the world." He promises as the hand that had been in your hair now wrapped around your shoulder bringing you closer to him. You crinkle your nose as his abomination hair tickles you and he smiles. Moving his hand up and down your arm in a soothing motion he sighed softly.

You had all the time...

#toh darius #toh darius x reader #the owlhouse darius #darius #darius x reader #platonic darius #platonic darius x reader #father darius #dad darius #dadius #can you tell I like him yet?#platonic owlhouse #platonic owl house #tw: nightmares #tw: dissociating #fluffy but with a little bit of angst

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kittyt-hexxed · 2 years

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Please, Hold Me.

Vi x Reader

Author note: This is a realistic description of a dissociative episode. This does NOT have to do with Dissociative Identity Disorder, just dissociation. This can be triggering so read at your own discretion.

Warnings: Traumatized Reader, Dissociation (not DID), C-PTSD, feeling out of body, emptiness, Vi comforts the reader, crying, comfort items

Summary: You dissociate without realizing it until you’re spiraling into it and have to care for yourself. Vi is there to remind you that you’re not alone and keep you grounded.

The room felt like it was spinning when you looked up from the book you were reading. It took you a moment before you realized that you felt strange. You looked around the living room, trying to make a sense of your surroundings, but it wasn’t connecting in your mind. Confused, you stand up and the feeling gets worse.

You take a few steps, noticing that it felt like your body was moving on its own. You suck in a sharp breath when your mind starts to feel spacy. ‘I’m dissociating.’ You think, your thoughts feeling a little far away. ‘I need to go shower. I need to shower and get into bed. I need to get somewhere I feel safe.’ You chant to yourself, doing just that.

You step into the shower, but even the hot water doesn’t register in your mind. You look down to see your body still moving, but you could have sworn you shouldn’t be. ‘Get out. Get out. Get out of the shower, Y/n. Come on. Get out of the shower.’ You convince yourself to move, stepping out and wrapping the towel around you. Catching a glimpse of yourself in the foggy mirror, you confirm that you’re dissociated from the vacant look in your eyes.

That encourages you to hurry to your room, drying yourself off as quickly as possible. You don’t put any clothes on, too concerned about getting underneath the covers. Your comfort blanket and stuffie is already waiting for you, so you crawl into bed and squeeze your eyes shut. You hear the front door unlock as you do, Vi calling out your name to announce that she’s home. You want to respond, but you feel so out of it that you can’t.

Vi comes to the room, a worried expression on her face when she sees you curled up in a position she knows all too well. She doesn’t say a word, choosing to take out the weighted blanket and laying it over you.

“I’ll be back after a quick shower.” Vi whispers, kissing your cheek and you nod. You’re not sure how much time passes but Vi slides into bed next to you. She pulls you into her arms, not caring that you’re clutching onto your stuffie.

“I’m here, baby.” Vi murmurs, tightening her grip on you, “I’m here. It’s okay.” You blink and suddenly you feel your eyes sting as tears threaten to fall. You can feel the pressure from her hug, the heat from her skin and smell the body wash she uses. Even though you feel so far away, there was something about this that made you feel so small. A whimper leaves your lips as the first tears fall and you snuggle closer to her.

“That’s it.” Vi kisses your head, “I’m here. See? You’re still here. You’re safe, baby girl. You’re safe. You’re at home and in my arms.” She squeezes you, rubbing your back to provide some comfort. She kept whispering to you as you cried into her chest, rocking you back and forth to soothe you.

“Please- Please hold me.” You choke out through your sobs, “Please.”

“I am, baby. I am.” Vi responds, pulling you impossibly close. If she could, you knew she’d pull you into her own body. Anything she could do to bring you relief from the entrapment of your own mind. It broke her heart to see you this way, but she’d always be there for you when you needed her.

Your sobs slowed down until you were breathing easy. From the way you tried to get even closer to her, Vi knew you were falling asleep, worn out from your own mind.

“I love you, Y/n.” Vi whispers, stroking your hair, “Don’t forget that.”

“I love you, too.” You whisper, “I’m sor-”

“-Shhh. Don’t. I’ll do this every day if it means I get to love you.” Vi cuts you off, “I love you. Trauma and all.” You smile to yourself as you fall asleep. Vi would never understand how much she really meant to you in moments like this.

#vi x reader #vi x y/n #vi arcane #vi #tw: dissociating #comfort #trauma response #realistic trauma description

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