Eddie X Reader With Tics

Heyy x3 I dont really know if you are comfortable with this so its ok if you dont want to write anything like this but anyway. I suffer from tourettes and would like to See an eddie x reader with tourettes fic. Like they are New at hawkins and of course the freak because of the tics (like head jerking etc) but eddie is instantly in love or something like that? Thank you So much :) <3

eddie x reader with tics

warnings: reader has a condition that makes them tic, reader is bullied, reader goes through anxiety during school, self-degrading thoughts

hi love, thank you for being my first request ever!!! i personally don’t have tourettes, and i don’t want to portray it in the wrong way, so i’m going to write this but generalize the reader with having any tic condition!! i only get minor anxiety-induced tics so if anything is wrong, please feel free to correct me!! again, i mean no harm or offense with this fic if anything comes off wrong!! hope this is close to what you were looking for <333

Heyy X3 I Dont Really Know If You Are Comfortable With This So Its Ok If You Dont Want To Write Anything

Hawkins High. A new school. A fresh start.

Or so you thought.

You escaped your previous school having had a tight-knit friend circle that always made you feel safe. Arriving to this new territory, you were completely alone. Vulnerable. The thought of having nobody sent a shiver down your spine.

Your anxiety spiked the second you took your first step into the threshold of the building. I’ve entered the gates of Hell, you thought to yourself. And with every glance around the packed hallways you proved that thought to be true. Demons scurried around the corridor in the shape of girls in bright green and white cheerleading outfits. Fire erupted with every glare from cliques of gossiping students loitering about the lockers. A crumpled up slip of paper with your locker number and combination was held in your fist, fingers not daring to move an inch. You managed to mask your movements until you reached your locker.

You tried to enter the combination you had on your sheet of paper, with no luck.

You try again. God this is embarrassing. You’re a senior in high school and you can’t even unlock your locker?

Another attempt. Fuck, are there people staring at me?

You try again, and fail.

You can’t mask any longer, the pressure releases and you find your head jerking wildly towards your locker. A small sense of relief washes over you, followed by instant dread.

Well now they’re definitely staring. You manage to unlock your locker quickly.

You cant even muster a glance around the hall as you hurriedly gather your possessions and shut your locker, rushing to your first class.

Only six more hours and forty-five minutes. Hooray.

After a grueling three hours, you find yourself in the cafeteria with a tray in hand. Your classes were, for the most part, successful. You stayed quiet and kept to yourself for the day. Your favorite period of the day was band, having made a couple friends. Robin Buckley introduced herself, and showed you to the cafeteria. Band was enjoyable, the director is incredibly entertaining as a teacher, and the students are all a bit outcast so it isn’t hard to fit in. Your tics were minimal for that period, but the period before had been Calc I. And oh, how you hated math. You jerked your head a number of times, usually followed by a sound. A few boys seemed to snicker at you, but you tried to shrug it off.

Lunch can’t be that hard, right?

Wrong.

A few of the boys from Calc, all of whom were wearing varsity sports jackets, approached you in the lunch line.

“Hey look, it’s the weirdo who wouldn’t shut up in math!”

Another chimed in. “Are you really gonna be so annoying all year? You were so distracting! Who even are you, anyways?”

The bullying was enough to set your ticks off, your head jerking and hands repeatedly balling into fists. The boys cackle and call you all sorts of names. It feels endless, until you feel a strong hand around your waist.

“Just go with it,” a voice whispers quietly in your ear.

The voice gets louder. “Fellas, I’m gonna need you to step away at once.”

Through your tics, you manage to look up and see a head of long brown hair and a pair of beautiful chocolate eyes.

“Oh yeah? What are you gonna do about it, freak?” The boy standing in the middle says smugly.

A wild smile appears on your saviors face. “It would be such a shame if your mom found out about aaaall that bud you bought for last Friday’s party, hm? Oh no, Jason, I don’t think that Jenny would like that one little bit.”

A string of curses and complaining accompanies Jason and his gang’s departure. By the time they leave you, your tics have subsided and are a lot less bad than before.

You look back to the mystery man. “Well, uh, thank you for that.”

He flashes you a wide grin. “Anytime, doll! The name’s Eddie Munson. Are you new to Hawkins?”

“Yeah actually, it’s my first day here.”

“Well, would you allow a fellow ‘freak’ to show you around?”

Your lips curve into a smile and you nod. “Are you sure? I mean, I’m sure you have much better things to do.”

He looks around dramatically, arching an eyebrow and pointing to his chest. “Little ‘ol me? Have something better to do than talk to a cute new kid? Never!”

You giggle at his actions, head jerking forward. You blush a bit. Shit. “Oh, I’m so sorry, that was a tic! God, I’m so sorry I can just find someone else to sit with-”

His arm snakes its way over your shoulders. “What? No! I honestly barely even noticed it. I don’t mind in the slightest, dude!” His eyes meet yours. “It makes you even more special than those brain-dead basketball idiots. I like it, it’s different! End of story.”

And that was it. Eddie never once judged you for a tic, and rarely brought them up unless you wanted to. He giggled with you at new vocal tics that surfaced and were silly, and never batted an eye if you were ticking in public.

Little did you know, but you had the metalhead’s attention the second you walked up to your locker across from his. He was enamored by the way you dressed, and your (in his words) beautiful face. When he saw you tic, it was just another thing added to his ever growing list of reasons he wanted to be yours. He knew from the moment he saw you that you were the one for him.

And (spoiler alert) you were definitely his.

Old scars

Guess how he got those. (Clue: it's from when he was alive)

Rosie guessed. She's flabbergasted and also really sorry for Al.

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I feel like I don't have the spoons for this, nor the understanding of real-life PTSD enough to explore it, but I feel like it's worth examining Jayce's arc for signs of PTSD. Much has been made of the canonical mental illnesses and PTSD of characters like Jinx, and I've mentioned that I think Jayce might have generalized clinical anxiety, but I think it's worth looking at how much of his behavior might be PTSD related even before he goes to the Anomaly future.

Some possible places I'd look:

Jayce has been getting fed paranoia by Marcus and by the tension that is being deliberately ratcheted up by Silco and Jinx. Yes, he says awful, bigoted things to Viktor on the bridge, but it is worth pointing out that he's not saying this in a vacuum, there are people in proximity to him deliberately stoking his paranoia and that of the city for their own ends, literally Marcus is gaslighting him actively by telling him the Firelights are responsible and the best way to keep people safe is shut down the bridge.

The fight in the Shimmer Factory gets more wild to me every time I watch. Jayce should not be there for so many reasons but one of them is Jayce is not a fighter. I think his video game counterpart sort of obscures this, but unlike Vi who has spent her whole life fighting AND in prison for years, Jayce has never, ever wielded that hammer before. He didn't even have it until the day before! And suddenly he's up against the Shimmer-infused berserkers who are some of the toughest fighters in the whole show. He almost gets his head cut off, if not for features he built into the hammer like weightlessness and the shield, he'd be dead, and then he makes what I call the, "Jayce is Making Bad Decisions" Face (I need to make a gifset of this face btw, he makes it a couple times, also while resurrecting Viktor).

Ok I might make fun of the Jayce is Making Bad Decisions face, BUT on a serious note, it's clear the Fortiche animators are doing a superb job showing someone who has gone into "Adrenaline Mode". REAL fighters do not want adrenaline. Adrenaline fucks up your reaction times and makes you shaky and turns off your higher brain functions. I've been in a fight when fear adrenaline kicks in and you just start wildly swinging to get people away from you and that is exactly what happened when Jayce's face got scrunched up and he started shooting wildly, he just wanted to stop the threat because he's never fought before, unlike Vi. And then he kills a kid and the triumph of his first fight against an uncomplicated enemy just dies and btw, never returns except in that moment fighting more Shimmer berserkers and Renni but those are clear self defense and there's no triumph in it.

BRO gets HIT BY A ROCKET, has a pure panic response leaving living people who need his help in the chamber to save Viktor, and he doesn't go back as far as we know.

Ok so the things that me, as not an expert would be curious to note as possible PTSD responses would be:

Jayce not leaving the lab after the attack except 1) to go to the funeral (where he's attacked AGAIN) 2) to comfort Caitlyn after Mel basically tells him to, 3) to make weapons for Caitlyn's team specifically to keep a small group of people safe, not arm an entire army. Besides that, it looks like he spends all his time holed up in the lab, even after Viktor is gone, because that's his safe space and I think I read once that PTSD has a way of shrinking your world down to just the people and places you trust.

Dragging that hammer around with him in the Anomaly future. Look, Jayce is a city boy, he has no survival instincts, but it wasn't just a bad idea because it broke his leg, it was actively detrimental to his chances of survival because lugging an anvil around drained him of water and calories. Bro had a lot less chance of survival with it, but he thought he was surrounded by zombies (he wasn't, they're all dead and they're all controlled by Viktor, we learn he was never in danger, though I don't blame him for that). But that could also be a PTSD response, his actual emotional support hammer.

Clamming up and not talking to Mel about what happened because she's not in his circle of trust anymore, it's more or less shrunk down to just Viktor (once he can save him) and Cait, maybe.

Ok as usual this got longer than I intended by just... some things that are in my mind right now.

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today i ran barefoot down the middle of the highway into oncoming traffic to scoop this thing

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Lost | Jumin x MC Fanfic

Fandom: Mystic Messenger (MysMe)

Pairing: Jumin Han x Reader/MC/You

Summary: You lost Elizabeth 3rd and Jumin said something that hurt your feelings badly. The idea of the story is per requested by these two lovely people:

Genre: Since it was requested to be Angst. It is dundundununnnn Angst!

Author’s Note: I hope I did some justice!!! Omg I’m so sorry Jumin is my bby and I hurt him badly I am hurt too. No spoilers ahead! I just thought of a scenario between Days 7-9 where in canon, she really went missing. But I took it from there~~ and omg thank u for loving the way i write!!! These asks gets me through the daysss

“Elizabeth? Where are you?” Your voice is the only sound that could be heard on these empty hallways. “Hey… It’s time for your meal…”

Nothing.

Silence.

You pondered at why no white haired furball is prancing towards your way at this time of the day like the usual. Where is she? You started looking from every nook and cranny of the penthouse only to find nothing. Now, now, where did that cat go?

Your heart raced enough for you to feel it pounding violently against your chest, growing afraid of what might have happened. Different ideas started forming inside your head from the bad to the worst ones. You didn’t give up though, you tried to look for her once more as that it’s now time for her lunch meal. You promised Jumin you’d look after her while he’s going on a business trip to Hong Kong today and he was relieved since you didn’t want to come and he couldn’t possibly bring Elizabeth 3rd with him. Two of his most prized possessions in the world are together under his roof.. what could possibly go wrong?

Seconds turned to minutes as you felt a cold sweat break into your forehead, panic growing inside you. Where did she go? She was just here this morning! You asked one of the securities if they’ve seen her run or prancing around but to no avail.. they saw nothing. You even asked them to take you to the CCTV room of the building just to check every corner of the house.

Still, no luck. What are you going to do?

Jumin’s flight was scheduled to go back tonight and you promised to welcome him together with Elizabeth the 3rd on his door steps.

You felt your panic intensified as you hurriedly jogged back to Jumin’s penthouse, thoughts of looking for Elizabeth the 3rd for the last time shaking up your mind. It’s still a quarter to one; there’s a lot of time left. But your hopes were slowly being burned like a thinning candle in the dark, flames soon dying out.. What if she escaped again? Or she jumped from the penthouse to the ground? That couldn’t be! It’s too high up! Cats do have the tendency to land perfectly on their feet but still! What if she’s been stolen?

What will you do? What is there that’s left to do?

It’s been three hours… three hours of desperation and no luck involved in finding Elizabeth. The worst of the worst already murdering your mind. It’s now time for Jumin to know. You lost Elizabeth… you’re careless… you don’t deserve to be with him.

How can you lose a domestic pet inside its own habitat anyway?

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