#ptsd!reader

I just think it would be really wholesome and cute

We’ll never let you go back there again

Hiya! I hope you feel better soon ☹️❤️‍🩹

Thank you so much for this idea it was so sweet and I almost cried writing it haha. I’m sorry if the intro is a bit long tho lol I tried to put a bit of character backstory for the reader and it ended up being a little longer than I intended it to be. I do hope that’s ok (I put a marking of where the actual fic starts). It’s angsty with comfort in the end. I hope this can help you feel better and that you take good care of yourself. ❤️ (also I want to mention that I tried making the DID as accurate to how it’s shown in the show as possible. I don’t want any inaccuracies so if I did anything wrong or messed anything up please let me know so I can do better).

You only started out as some kid from the streets. You had lost your parents at such a young age. Your mother was exposed to unnatural substances that made her very ill and she died giving birth to you, while your father died not long after due to heartbreak. The doctors were scared that you would end up with physical abnormalities due to the unnatural substances, but it was, in many ways, so much worse. They noticed a lot of weird things about you when you were dropped off at an orphanage. It wasn’t until you started making things float that they realized something was seriously wrong.

You then got sent to a lab where you were tested. They were horrible tests. Sending electrical currents to the pain receptor area of your brain just to see how it would trigger your abilities, forcing you stay awake for days in order to be able to test your brain activity and see what happens to it if you didn’t sleep. But no matter how painful the tests were, no matter how much you would scream and cry, or even beg them to stop or even let you rest, they wouldn’t allow it.

You finally ran away when you were old enough to figure out how. You were only about 15 years old and struggling to keep yourself alive. But a year later a man found you. He had said his name was Steven and seemed very worried. You recoiled from him when he tried to touch your hand. You almost ran away. But you eventually you learned to be able to trust him and went with him to his home. You soon after met Marc, who was just as nice. They had given you what you thought you could never have. You were given a new name, your current one, that had kept you well disguised and hidden from the labs system. You also soon got used to the system between Marc and Steven. They gave you so much unconditional love.

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One night you found yourself back there again. You were being dragged by a man in a lab coat, right down the hall you had been down so, so many times before. You knew exactly where you were headed. You tried to yank your arm out of the man’s grip but it was like trying to break out of stone. When you turn your head, you notice a familiar black silhouetted figure far behind you. “STEVEN! STEVEN! MARC! HELP ME!” You begin to scream at it, with tears streaming down your face. How could they have let you gone back there? You thought you could trust them. You kept shouting their name, hoping any of them would be able to hear you.

Then suddenly you found yourself jerking awake, realizing you had been screaming their names out loud in your sleep. You still felt a hand around your wrist and desperately pulled at it like your life depended on it. You were hyperventilating and trying to get away from whoever had you.

“Hey, hey! Love, don’t worry it’s me! It’s just me!” You recognized the British accent in the darkness and felt yourself calming down slightly. Your breathing slowed as well. You whole body was shaking uncontrollably. You realized you were drenched in sweat and that your face was wet from crying. Steven then turned on the lamp on the bedside table and you were finally able to see him better.

“Are you alright?” Steven asked gently. Upon hearing those words you felt fresh hot tears beginning to fill your eyes and roll down your cheeks. You let out a sob as your shaking body fall into Stevens lap. He just strokes at your head comfortingly and makes soft shushing sounds as he lets you cry for as long as you wanted.

“Love, what happened?” Steven asked, his voice full of worry, “You were shouting to Marc and I for help so we ran here as fast as we could.”

You just keep crying as you clench at his pajama shirt. Then Marc Spector fronted, “That’s alright kid,” he said as he continued Stevens head stroking, “you can tell us when you’re ready.”

When you finally start to feel a little better you grab to hold his non head stroking hand and try to tell him.

“I-I had a h-horrible d-dream…” you say with a weak voice, “I-I d-dreamt that I w-was b-back t-t-there. A-and t-that y-you l-left…” you start to sob again into his shirt.

“Oh.. Y/n… I’m so, so sorry you had to revisit that wretched place again…” Marc said sadly, “Please remember that we love you and we would never even consider making you go back there again.”

“But don’t you worry, Y/n.” Steven said with a soft smile as he fronted again, “we will absolutely NEVER let that dream come true, even if it’s the last thing we do. Never ever will we let that happen, and that’s a promise!”