summary: what itβs like to be in a relationship with Andrew when you both struggle with OCD.
characters: Andrew Cody x ocd!reader, Cody family mention
content: trigger warning for ocd discussion & description of thoughts/compulsions, medication mention, drugging without consent (Andrew, not by reader), fluffy ending - let me know if I missed anything!
a/n: I was wondering what itβd be like for Andrew to be with someone who also struggles with ocd, so (partially drawing from my own experiences) I wrote this!
Andrew understands (to an extent) why you do the things you do - the things others have called strange, or odd, or unnecessary. He understands the sensations in your body mixing with the thoughts in your mind that force you to act out repetitive motions, or phrases - or however else the compulsions manifest.
He is protective over the specificities you have and will speak up for you, or correct an objects position when youβre clearly uncomfortable with the misalignment. He notices when youβre beginning to dissociate from the present moment, trying to escape the demanding signals of your brain to, βdo this, so that this..β. (essentially, processes that make you feel safe again.)
ocd!reader whoβs aware of Andrewβs compulsive acts/thoughts that claim his world too.
You do your best to ease his discomforts by remembering what helps him feel relief, and appropriately setting up your space before he visits, so he can be comfortable too. (Ex. Bologna pre-cut into squares, and organized/tidied surfaces cleaned with Andrew approved cleaners.. etc etc.)
When Andrew admits to having been drugged by his family with medications that help his symptoms, you listen with an nonjudgmental openness heβs grateful for - & not at all used to. Then you let him cry into your arms as he becomes overwhelmed by the conflicting thoughts and feelings he holds within, surrounding the topic.
You let him know that whether or not he decides (*emphasis on it being purely his decision!) to start taking meds again, you will still be in his life, and want him in yours. the care/love you feel for him isnβt tainted by this part of him, bc all of him is lovable.
Andrew reciprocates the same sentiments back to you, strong in his conviction to embody and ground the truth of the words in reality. He vows to be the kind of person you deserve to be loved by, and with this new promise he starts to let himself believe he is worthy of a love like this too. β₯οΈ
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similar to OCD!reader and the reader with the past trauma stuff:
joe catches her during an OCD habit that she needs to snap out of for her own good
and joe is a little panicked because he just wants his girl to be okay so he snaps her out of it really quickly and she doesnβt have time to process so heβs the king of comfort and guides her back to reality and comfort
wait iβm making this a character or whatever you call it now! welcome OCD!reader-
dinner had been prepared and eaten. leftovers tucked away in the fridge to snack on tomorrow. you scrubbed at the few dishes as you heard joeβs shower going upstairs. you set the dishes on the rack beside the sink to dry and then began to clean the sink out. bits and pieces of food washed away down the drain.
i need to wash my handsβ¦
even though none of the food had touched you, you pumped the soap into your hand and began to scrub. you rinsed your hands and dried them. then you looked at the dish towel you had used.
i wiped the counter down with that earlierβ¦
you stared at your hands and then moved back over to the sink. more soap. more suds. more scrubbing. you rinsed them free of the suds and then glanced around the kitchen. paper towel. thatβll work.
i have no idea where these paper towels have beenβ¦
pure annoyance ran through your body as you stood there in the kitchen. your hands held up in front of you like you were a boxer shielding yourself from a blow. your jaw clenched as you tried to fight the urge to wash your hands again. this is so stupid.
footsteps padded closer to you with your eyes still shut. you felt embarrassed standing there like that and you felt even more embarrassed at the thought of having to explain it to joe.
βwhatβs wrong?β he asked softly in that concerned voice. he didnβt touch you. he just watched you. carefully. heβd been doing his own research too.
βi need to wash my hands.β you muttered and opened your eyes. staring down at your hands like they were covered in grime and filth now. when in actuality they were clean. they were fine. βi donβt-β you cut yourself off.
he continued to watch you carefully. letting you figure it out.
βi donβt need to wash my hands.β you spoke uneasily like someone was holding a gun to your head. your eyes finally looked up and met his and you could only imagine that your panic was being transmitted through just your eyes alone.
βyou donβt need to wash your hands.β he repeated softly with a nod. βi saw you do it twice.β
βi need to do it three times.β you said weakly. your eyes darting between his. βno i donβt.β your voice cracked.
three. that was what your brain was trying to get to. everything in threes or the world felt off centered. like something bad was going to happen. it felt almost painful to stand there and not move to the sink. you just stared at joe.
help me, please.
he could almost see inside your brain and it made his heart ache. it wasnβt that you wanted to do it. you didnβt. you had to fight against your own brain. against yourself. the panic in your eyes made him step closer to you. his hands wrapping around yours.
βyouβre good.β he muttered softly and you felt yourself cringe at the feeling of his hands wrapping around yours. you shut your eyes and nodded anyways. βyou put the food away already?β he asked randomly.
βyes, i put the food away.β you answered softly as you felt the weight on your chest lessen.
βi told you i would do it.β he hummed, not in a scolding manner. just in a quiet conversation and reminder. he tugged you imperceptibly closer and cradled your hands against his chest.
his lips pressed against your temple and you felt the weight lessen again.
βmm, dβyou use your new shampoo?β he asked quietly. his lips pressing against your hairline again. βsmells good.β
βdoes it?β you asked softly as you finally pried your eyes open. firstly looking at your hands held by his. then meeting his eyes.
βmhm, like flowers..β he muttered softly with a crooked smile. a smile so contagious the same one tugged at your own lips. βwhy donβt you go lay down and iβll make our bedtime tea?β he tilted his head softly and let his eyes graze over your features.
you nodded and glanced at his lips. βokay..β you whispered softly. βnew girl?β you asked as you looked back at his eyes.
βobviously.β he scoffed playfully. βi canβt fall asleep to anything else.β
Hii! I was reading your headcanons on how the gang would handle a reader with ocd and it honestly made me feel so seen. I really appreciate your attention to detail and research that went into it. I saw that you said you would be willing to do a non platonic version when you reopened your requests and was hoping you could. I loved how you imagine the gang handling it in a platonic way and would love to see it in a romantic light (especially Johnny)!
No pressure as Iβm sure requests can pile up and get stressful! Thank you!! π€
an: You're so sweet! I'm so glad that you liked the headcanons I wrote and felt they were well researched! I'm going to do shortish fics (drabbles?) for each of the boys.π if you commented on my last post asking for specific examples, I included your struggles
W: some slight insensitivity?? Swearing ig, not proof read
Darry Curtis
"Ponyboy! You tracked mud in! We just finished cleaning!" Darry rises his voice as Ponyboy enters the living room soaking wet. He looks behind him at the trail of muddy footprint he created.
"Oh. Darry, I'm didn't mean to!" He says, looking back at his older brother, then apologetically at you.
"Its fine, Pony." You say sweetly.
"You better clean that up now, kid." Darry adds.
Ponyboy huffs, but he agrees, "Okay."
Though you said it was fine, the muddy footprint were stressing you out. It was just mud, you told yourself, Pony is going to clean it up. But you couldn't help it, anxiety was stirring up in you, and the longer you looked at the mud, it only got worse.
"Hey," At the sound Darry's voice, you look away from the mud and instead at him. "Are you alright, sweetheart?"
"Yeah." You say, not wanting to worry him. "Yeah.. it's stupid. I'm fine."
It wasn't just because the floor was dirty, it was because it was mud from the bottom of shoes. Mud from outside, mixed with other stuff, probably has animal feces, bugs, spit, animal urine, blood, who knows what else. The longer you look at it, the more your thoughts spirl.
Darry gently grabs your arm. "Babe, you're worry yourself about the mud, I know. I'll make Pony clean it with clean if you want. Would that be better?"
A part of you says it would be better, but another part tells you that you're overreacting. You shake your head. "It's just mud." You say, more for yourself than him.
He nods and rubs your arm. "Yeah. Want to help me cook dinner, so you can stop thinking about it."
A smile creeps onto your lips. "Yes, please. What are you making?"
Darry takes your hand and pulls you to the kitchen. "I was thinking of cooking chicken."
Sodapop Curtis
"Rise and shine!" You say as you open the curtains in Sodapop's bedroom.
Last night, you'd actually gotten to stay over. You seldom got to because your boyfriend's older brother was a bit strict and his younger brother often liked to room with him, but last night, Pony and Soda slept separately, so you got a chance to cuddle with him.
Soda turns away from the window and groans. "I'm tired..." He complains.
You walk around the other side of the bed and bend over to kiss his face. "You have work today. I let you sleep in long enough. I helped Darry make pancakes. Up and at 'em, come on, baby." You grab his hands and pull him as he slowly gets out of bed.
"I like pancakes." He mumbles as he rubs his face.
"I know." You peck his cheek. "Get changed."
You prance back to the kitchen and greet Pony, who drowning his pancake in syrup.
The pancakes smell so delicious, it's mouthwatering, so you grab yourself a plate. You carefully inspect it, making sure it's clean.
"Oh, honey, those pancake look and smell amazing." Soda says as he enters the kitchen with his DX uniform on. You look up from your plate inspecting and smile.
"Thank you. I hope you like them."
"I bet I will. Theyβre good, huh, Pony?" Soda asks as he reaches over you to grab a plate.
Ponyboy nods, and says, "Yeah," with his mouth full.
Your plate passed your inspection, but the fork you grab doesn't. It fails before you even touch it. So you pick it up as if it's infected, barely holding it between your index and your thumb, and drop it in the sink.
"What's wrong?" Sodapop asks. "Ponyboy didn't clean the silverware well enough?"
Pony looks up at the sound of his name.
"Just looked a bit dirty. I can clean it." You say.
"Alright. You want me to put a pancake on your plate for you?"
"No! No. It's fine. I can do it." You say, not wanting him to touch your food with his used silverware, or, God forbid, his hands. Though, he had been planning to use the spatula you cooked with, knowing you didn't want any dirty silverware or fingers near your food. You dry the fork then use it to move the top pancake from the stack onto your plate. You pull out the chair beside Soda's and sit down.
"They're really good, baby." Soda says with his mouth full.
You smile a bit, but also cringe. "Don't talk with your mouth full."
He swallows. "Sorry."
Your smile now reaches your eyes. "It's fine. I'm glad you like them."
Johnny Cade
You lean against Johnny's side as he smokes a cigarette. He wraps an arm around you as the two of you enjoy the quietness of the vacant lot. Well, it's not completely quiet, there's some dog barks here and there, the sounds are leafs rustling, and crickets chirping, but it's void of human voices, so it feels quiet. It feels perfect, calm, peaceful, and like nothing could disturb a moment as tranquil as this.
Suddenly, you're envisioning grotesque things, vile things, horrid things. You grab Johnny's hand in a panic.
"Johnny," you say, "Distract me."
He looks over at you and sees the discomfort on your face. "Oh, um okay." He stubs out his cigarette on an old chair. "What'd you have for breakfast this morning?"
"Coffee."
"Well, maybe I should take you out to breakfast tomorrow then. Get you a real meal. Yeah?"
The corners of your mouth quirk up. "You asking me on a date?" You ask teasingly. The images haven't left you though.
"Course I am. What're you going to wear?"
"Um.. my baby blue dress. The one that has a little white bow on the waist. I haven't worn it in a while."
He nods. "You'll look tuff. And beautiful."
You giggle. "I'll look tuff?"
"Yeah." He tucks your hair behind your ear affectionately. "Where do you want to go."
"Uh... gee I don't know. I'm indecisive. You suggest something."
"The Dingo."
"They have breakfast?" You ask.
He nods.
"Well... how about that little Cafe we went to a while ago? I can't remember what it's called.."
"Oh, I know what you're talking about. With the one old lady who keep looking at us suspiciously. Like she was worried we'd dine and dash?"
You smile as you nod. "Yeah."
"Sure. We can go there, honey." He kisses your forehead and smiles at you, though there's a hint of worry in his eye.
"I'm fine now. You distracted me. Now, keep talking so they don't come back." You take his hands in yours.
The worry in his eyes disappears, and his smiles reaches his eyes. "Alright."
Dallas Winston
The anxiety grueling around in your head and stomach was currently being worsened by the Dingo's loud, rambunctious environment.
"You saw me lock the front door, right?" You suddenly ask Dallas, cutting off whatever story he was telling. You felt bad for Interrupting, you loved listening to him talk about himself, especially since he seldom opened up, but your mind wouldn't shut up.
"Uh- yeah I think so." He says, clearly a bit upset that you weren't paying attention to what he was telling you.
"You think so or you know so?"
"Who cares? No one locks their doors anyway. Don't get your panties in a twist over this." He waves his hand dismissively.
"What if someone tries to break in?"
"Its the middle of the day." He sighs, "Doll, you're you. I'd be surprised if you forgot to lock the door."
You pause and try to listen to him, convince yourself that you locked it, but you can't. "...Maybe I should run home and check.." You mutter.
"What?" Dallas asks, the loud surrounds made it so he hadn't heard you.
Before you're able to repeat yourself, your food is brought over by the waitress.
"I just remembered," Dallas declares after the waitress leaves, "I saw you lock the door."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm damn sure." He nods. Maybe he was lying to make you forget about it, but if he was, it worked.
Steve Randle
You draw the blinds to your bedroom window, but not before checking to make sure no one is looking. You then make sure your bedroom door is locked again, then finally, you instruct Steve to guard it.
Does he find it a bit silly? Yes. Does he do it anyway? Also yes. He would do anything for you, so standing in front of a door while he gets to watch you change is light work.
Steve loves being over at your house. Your neatness and cleanliness is such a stark contrast to his disorderly house. It's nice. Though, he knows that your room is only this organized because you might implode from stress, anxiety, and rage if it wasn't, so he doesn't love it that much.
"You look tasty." He tells you.
"Tasty?" You repeat. You look over at him, your pj's are now on, so his bodyguard duties cease. You approach him, a teasing smile on your face.
His hands find your hips and pull you closer. A grin paints his face as he hum, "Mhm, tasty."
You look behind him, triple checking your door is locked, then you look back at the window, and the blinds are still drawn.
"No one's looking." Steve breathes, his lips dangerously close to yours.
Two-Bit Matthews
You dry your hands after you finish washing them for the 5th time since you've gotten to this restaurant. You throw the paper towel away then push open the bathroom door with your side. Two-bit is waiting for you.
"Ready to go now? Golly, are you the cleanest person I know." He says, in a loving way.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
The two of you walk out of the restaurant together, unsure of where you're going next. You planned to spend the whole day together, and still had half the day left.
A few girls are walking towards you on the sidewalk, and they're so absorbed in their conversation that they don't seem to notice you and Two-Bit. So, you two move way over on the sidewalk, near the street and pass infront of a street light as to not bump into the girls.
But unfortunately, you're suddenly overcome with the idea that you must go around the street light several more times, or something very bad will happen.
Two-Bit looks over his shoulder when he notices you're not next to him. He stops when he sees you circling.
"You dizzy yet?" Two-bit asks as you circle around a street light for a 5th time.
"Shut up." You mumble. Finally, you feel as though you can stop, and your house won't burn down. "Sorry." You say softly as you return to your boyfriend's side.
"Hey, it's fine. Don't be sorry." He ruffles your hair and smiles. You push his hand away, but not without a giggle. He wraps his arm around your shoulders.
Two-Bit hums. "So, we've had lunch, where are we headed now? Curtis's? Your place? Park or something?"
"I picked where we ate, you pick what we do next."
pairing: joe keery x fem ocd!reader | word count: 1,700
summary: a dinner date at home turns into joe learning more about your specific ocd manifestations.
warnings: contamination ocd, medical/health ocd, pre-established relationship, joe being understanding, anxiety, mentions of salmonella and meningitis, pet names, alcohol
joe had been on his mini tour for about 3 weeks now. you honestly didn't mind when he went on tour because it gave you a break to focus on your hobbies. not that you didn't love joe, you loved him like an insane amount, but it's nice for partners to have breaks from each other. especially when you know he's having a great time with his bandmates.
touring was never for you. you would of course visit him at whatever show you could make it to, but the bus life was not your thing. you told him it wasn't personal; it was just the small spaces and the uncertainty that comes with travel. he understood and called you every single night after his shows.
tonight, joe was coming home. he wrapped up the mini tour was ready to be back at the apartment with his girl. once the buses made their stops to drop off all the boys, joes apartment was last. he started to gather his suitcases and guitars, excited to see you.
inside the apartment you were preparing dinner. parmesan chicken was always joe's favorite, so you thought it would be a good welcome home for him. after checking the recipe about 10 times, you cooked the chicken. you might have burned the chicken, just to make sure it was cooked all the way through. you didn't want to give joe salmonella after all. you were just being an attentive girlfriend.
the last few weeks you have been more on edge than usual. with joe touring the east coast, you were constantly worried for his safety, checking his location on the hour. he was almost always just at the venues he was played, but you checked up on him just to make sure. usually being apart from him, wasn't this hard, but something buried into you when he left this time. your anxiety spiked every time he went on stage. shame filled you when you knew you shouldn't be so worked up about it. you never said anything to him about it. you didn't want him to worry about you the way you worried about him.
once you believed the chicken was cooked all the way through you started to plate it, waiting for the moment he walked in the door. a few minutes later, the latch started to turn. joe walks in with his arms full of bags. he immediately drops them when he sees you and basically jumps in your arms.
βoh sweetheart, you are sight for sore eyes." joe exclaims. "it smells so good in here? is this all for me?" he gestures to the candles on your small dining room table.
you nod, " i made you favorite. i'm so happy your home."
a huge, wet kiss lands on your forehead, one of joe's specialties, and he moves to finish bringing his bags inside.
once all of his stuff is fully inside the apartment, a huge weight is lifted off your shoulders. joe is home. joe is safe. you feel a little freer, watching him saunter across the room unpacking the most important things he's needs for tonight. you bring the plates to the table setting up the perfect welcome home meal.
on the counter, your half drunk wine glass sits waiting for you. you were drinking a bit while making dinner to calm your nerves. there were about 4 more sips left in the glass when joe picks it up and takes a large swig. your eyes focus on how his lips mold around the glass, leaving an imprint. your back stiffens a bit. you think about how his spit must have gotten into the wine. you couldn't drink that. he then picks up the glass and sets it next to your plate on the table.
"joey you can have my wine if you want." you try to act calm, like your just simply offering him the glass to make it easier.
"oh it's ok darling, i was hoping we had some beer in the fridge. i'm not in a huge wine mood tonight."
you nod and grab a bottle from the fridge from him. you pop the top open and hand it to him.
"thank you baby. i missed you so much" his voice becomes a little lost as you focus on the table.
your eyes find the wine glass sitting on your coaster. you can still see the outline of his lips on the glass. you kiss joe all the time, but sharing the drink was so different in your mind. you couldn't possibly drink after him, you'd get sick.
you sit across from him and dig into dinner. the chicken's a little hard from you overcooking it, so you hope he doesn't notice. he happily eats his food and takes a swig of his beer.
βeverything ok baby?β he asks. "you haven't touched your wine since we've sat down."
"i - uh don't really want it anymore..." you say softly. you just want him to drop it and let you guys finish dinner without any more questioning.
he doesn't take that as a true answer, "it's your favorite though, do you want me to get you a glass of water instead?"
you shake you head, "it's ok joe, really."
he stares at you a bit, like hes mulling something over in his head and takes another bit of the chicken. " so, what did you do will i was gone? the apartment looks great sweetheart, but you didn't have to clean for me."
you look around the apartment and its unnaturally clean state. normally the apartment looks lived in, with just the right amount of clutter, but right now it looks like a showroom.
" i read a lot. and cleaned a lot." you say shortly, you're starting to get anxious about his line of questioning. you know he's just being a loving boyfriend asking about you time apart, but it's really getting to you. joe seems to notice as he grabs you hand and starts to squeeze it, grounding you.
"you only clean like this when you spiral. did you have a spiral while i was gone?" he says it so calmly like the answer won't upset him. " i won't be upset if you did sweetheart."
"a little," you mumble.
"hey, it's ok to speak up. do you know what caused it?"
"uh.. you being gone. i worried about you being safe, and uh⦠not being sick." you head hangs low, eyes finding the floor. joe squeezes your hand again to remind you he's right in front of you.
"why didn't you tell me?"
"i didn't want to worry you. plus you were busy."
βbaby, we talked every day. i am never too busy for you. i could have helped you through it, you know i love to help you."
joe has always been super sweet and caring once he found out about your ocd. you never planned to tell him, but he was so invested in your relationship he ended up finding out on his own. you always had patterns and certain things that would tick you off, so he just learned to recognize them and help you through it without making you feel small.
"can i ask what's up with the wine glass?"
his question catches you off guard. you weren't expecting him to ask you again about the wine, but you know you can't hide from him.
"you drank from it. you might give me meningitis."
"meningitis?"
"yes. i don' want to risk it."
"i don't have meningitis baby."
"you might."
he doesn't rebuttal. he gathers his thoughts then says, " i'm sorry for drinking from your glass without asking. next time i will ask first."
you immediately fell awful. you basically just told him he has cooties. yet he's being so sweet. you swallow, "thank you joe, i appreicate that."
"baby, i never want to put you in a situation you feel sick or unsafe in." he starts. "is there anything else i should know to be better going forward?"
"i just don't want to share any food or drink right now. and i would prefer you to take a shower before you get into bed."
"the shower's a given baby. but of course, i'll be mindful about sharing in the future."
he gets up and pulls a fresh glass from the cabinet. he fills it half full and replaces the old glass with the new one. "here baby, fresh and clean." he kisses the top of your forehead. you take a sip from the new glass, grateful that he did that for you.
the rest of dinner goes smoothly. he tells you funny stories from tour, and you explain to him all the books you read in the time he was gone.
without being asked, he takes care of the dishes. he scrubs both glasses clean and disposes of any garbage.
βi'm gonna hop in the shower sweetheart. i'll be out soon."
joe showers for about 25 minutes. you know he only took that long so you could be sure he was actually clean. he walks out in only a towel and changes into blue boxer briefs. he lays down next to you in bed pulling you into his arms.
"you smell good joey." you say as you take in his scent. you can feel the cleanliness on his skin. he feels safe.
"thanks sweetheart. how about i make us pancakes in the morning?"
you nod against him, "that sounds good."
"perfect. i love you baby."
"i love you joey."
"don't ever be afraid to tell me when something's bothering you, ok? no matter how crazy you think it sounds."
he catches your smile in the dark. " i will joe. i know you'd never make fun of me. i guess it's just a mental block."
"then i'll tear it down block by block. you're safe and healthy with me."
you snuggle closer, letting yourself melt into joe's embrace. you missed this the past couple of weeks, and you can already feel the tension disappearing within your muscles.
"goodnight my sweet girl."
"goodnight joey."
and just like that you fall into the best sleep you had since he left.
A/N: Sorry, this took so long to make. I wanted to research properly and make sure I didn't mess anything up. π«Ά
(I also haven't seen the anime YET. I do plan on watching it AFTER I finish Blue Lock, and I'm almost done with the first season.)
If anything needs correcting, please let me know π«‘ (I'm opening my dms)
(Since the request was a bit vague and less scenario, I apologize if it's short)
CW: Fem!Reader, OCD mentions, swearing.
To all my ocd readers, I love you, and I wanna hug all of you π« you are very deserving of being loved, and you are all so strong.
Right off the bat, whether you are open or not very open about your diagnosis. Dante would never push anything. He's a supportive king and would always be there for you no matter what.
If you need space, someone to talk to, a distraction, he's at your back no matter what you need.
Nothing would really change between you two if you told him your diagnosis later in the relationship, instead of early, he would just focus on supporting you and how to help you.
If you distanced yourself for whatever reason, he would give you the space, before reaching out to make sure you are okay.
If you have any triggers, he'd be super accommodating to try and limit the exposure. Watching too much politics? He'll offer to get ice cream with him. Too stressed? Take a walk to get pizza or talk to Patty.
As for your intrusive thoughts, he'll do whatever he can to help. He'll be researching tons of coping and grounding techniques to help you.
He would never treat you differently or infantilize you for your OCD you are still you. You aren't weird or different, just simply wired differently.
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Craving a bit of Steve Harrington and a Neurodivergent! Reader vibes π or maybe Eddie. I wonder actually how bob would be with a Neurodivergent significant other? I haven't seen a lot of like bob x reader that involves the reader experiencing an episode, only bob. I feel like he'd be good at handling it, especially after being at the tower a while.
a/n: i was just diagnosed with ocd and am really struggling with it so hereβs a super self serving fic
cw: vague mental health discussion, mentions of anxiety, non-sexual nudity
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your hands screamed in pain under the hot water of the faucet. there was no way of knowing how long you had stood in front of the sink scrubbing at the perfectly clean dishes in front of you but you knew it just wasnβt right.
behind you, the door opened and closed with the slight jingle of keys. He tried his best to be silent as he toed off his shoes, happy to slip into bed with you without a second thought but stopped when he saw the kitchen light still on.
βbaby?β Mikeβs voice called out in the silent apartment. You were normally asleep by now.
You stilled, not having realized the time. immediate overwhelm and shame gripped your throat as you looked down, taking in your cracked hands.
βy/n?β he asked a little louder as he turned the corner into the kitchen doorway. his eyebrows creased as he looked you up and down.
βBaby, whatβs happening? are you okay?β he asked gently, speaking low as if anything louder would shatter you. A shallow breath drew through your lungs, doing everything to keep the creeping sense of anxiety at bay. βyeah i just- i couldnβt get the dishes clean and everything was so dirty and i just-β
βbaby breatheβ mike said, cutting you off as your mind began to spiral βyou think you could put a hand on my chest?β he asked, not wanting to push you too far.
Your hand moved up, trying to touch him on his chest but you just couldnβt. There was no way of knowing what was on that fabric and it terrified you. Fresh tears sprung into your eyes as you tried again, desperately craving mikeβs warmth.
βoh god, itβs okay y/n. youβre safeβ Mike said, trying to soothe you β how about we go and get clean then we can get some rest huh? that sound good baby?β
You nodded slowly, following mike as he led you to the shower. While you set up the water mike washed his hands before he pulled out two towels fresh from the cabinet. As you climbed behind the cloth curtain, mike hung up the two towels before following you in.
mike quickly took his loofa and scrubbed down his body, the smell of leather and pine greeting your nose.
Then it was your turn. you took the sweet smelling body wash off of the shelf and began to lather it in a wash cloth. your body was clean in no time, counting out the swipes over your skin making sure that everything was clean.
the panic seemed to drain out of you as you watched the soap bubbles fall, body losing tension quickly.
β there you go babyβ mike cooed as your eyes slipped closed, opening up his arms for you to fall into. immediately you leaned into him, chest warm against your skin. βyou want me to do your hair or do you want to do it?β he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
βcan you do it please?β you murmured, tracing patterns onto his skin as you avoided eye contact. Before you knew it, mikeβs hands were in your hair scrubbing and detangling your locks. You must have started to doze off before you felt the water shut off on your back.
mike stepped out of the shower quickly to wrap himself in a towel before wrapping you up as well. in your room you both changed, mike throwing your hair in a loose braid to stop it from tangling while you slept.
βthere you go gorgeousβ mike said, kissing you on the forehead. At this point you were exhausted, eyes slipping shut as your energy caught up with you βone last thing!β he said, and before you could blink he had pulled out a small tube of cream and was working it into your hands. βthere you go baby! i know how chapped your hands get after so much activityβ
βthank you so much mike, i love youβ you said, slipping under the covers next to mike.
βi love you too y/n, try to get some restβ Mike replied, but you were already asleep
hey, i saw your hcs of Ellie x adhd reader and i literally loved it
the question is can you write Ellie x ocd reader i would love to read something like that
i didnt saw anything like that and i had diagnose few weeks ago so it would be cool to read how Ellie would react to some weird stuff reader doing maybe more comoulsion like contamination one where reader cleaning everything and not touching stuff for some reasons or counting things doing some stuff few times cuz its safer this way
of course if youre not felling okay with this thats totally okay and i understand this
have a nice day!
Ellie Williams Headcanons: Reader with OCD
Ellie is so thoughtful <33
You often get very paranoid about leaving the doors and windows unlocked at night
Before you lived with Ellie you used to do at least 4 rounds around the house, checking the locks and jiggling door handles to reassure yourself.
However once you'd moved in with Ellie she did all of your rituals with you, trailing behind you as you double check the locks, making sure you turned off the gas and your hair straighteners.
So that when you toss and turn at night, afraid you'd missed something she could be able to calm you down WITH EVIDENCE.
Ellie carries around hand sanitizer, cleaning wipes and general to-go hygiene stuff.
She knows how obsessive you are about cleanliness, and you often freak out when you haven't washed your hands recently-
Helps you calm down, sometimes you clean your hands so much, your skin turns pink and sensitive, scrubbing so much at yourself until it hurts.
So she offers you her alternatives (cleaning wipes, hand sanitizer etc etc)
You often reorganised your closet, your makeup, the kitchen. Anything really.
You could spend hours upon hours cleaning and reorganising your space. And often times you do
She's very helpful of course- lets you do your own thing, but making sure you do everything you need to aswell. Cooks you dinner, reminds you to take breaks and drink water.
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I don't have OCD so some mannerisms might be incorrect <3333
