Mattheo Riddle has bipolar disorder, Lorenzo Berkshire has OCD, Theodore Nott has a dissociative disorder AND high functioning depression, Blaise Zabini has dyslexia, mild autism, Draco malfoy has PTSD AND anxiety
â summary: you are exhausted, but cassie knows how to help, even if she doesn't realize it.
â content warnings: comforting fluff, suggestive(kind of? probably not), casual dumbification, praise, emotionally tired! reader, readers in college, established relationship, age gap (cassie is 43-44, reader is 23-24), not set in any specific season, mention of suggestive things, shitty writing, not proofread, no use of y/n, nicknames/petnames used (baby; babygirl; honey; sweetheart; sweet girl), etc.
â authors note: very self-indulgent because i want an older woman who will treat me this right. please enjoy this little thing i wrote.á :) (i went a bit overboard; this was supposed to be under 1k words . . .)
â word count: 1.4k
dividers by @/strangergraphics . . .
You had been dealing with the feeling of being too conscious of everything all day.
Your bones resting unsettlingly beneath your skin.
The fabric of your clothes that makes you that slightest bit uncomfortable.
Your jewelry brushing against you every now and then that sends chills and shivers down your spine involuntarily.
Your brain, feeling its weight of your anxiety and its heaviness inside your skull. You haven't been able to stop thinking, your mind running on autopilot with no emergency off-switch.
Every thought felt too big, too much for you to comprehend, even though you understood every word.
The lecture you had to be in live-person attendance for lasted way too damn long. The professor going on and on about literature that felt too complex to grasp, randomly calling on students in attendance to answer his winding questions.
Sadly, he called on you to answer one of his trickiest, and let's just say you didn't answer correctly, snippy and mumbling.
Safe to say that your teacher did not appreciate your tone and didn't dare to look at you for the rest of the remainder of class, just out of spite.
You didn't want to do anything anymore.
You didn't want to spend your time doing schoolwork.
You didn't want to make dinner; you didn't want to drive home.
You didn't want to think of how to pass the time after you get back homeâ you didn't want to think, period.
You luckily got home safely to Cassie's apartment after the mandatory in-person lesson.
Your kicked-off shoes, shrugged-off jacket, and dropped bag lying in the hallway as you perch on the couch, sprawled out under a light blanket, staring blankly at the blank TV screen.
You didn't even have the motivation to turn on the TV.
It's quiet in your girlfriend's little apartment, windows showing grey clouds and little raindrops pitter-pattering against its glass, Harrison's bedroom door still closed since he left for his dad's weekend.
It was supposed to be peaceful, but all it helped was your growing loneliness. You expected the older brunette to have a busy shift as one of PTMC's 3rd-year residents, so your loneliness only grew more solid in your chest, like an ever-so-twisting dagger.
Your hunger had gotten to the point of intensity that you could no longer bear, so you got up from the plush couch, dragging the blanket along with you as you glanced at the clock.
'5:47 PM'
You huff as you try to think back to Cassie's schedule, your frazzled brain, of course, forgetting the time-frame of when she is expected to be home.
But to your surprise, as you stand in the kitchen, staring uninterestedly at the pantry, you could hear the sound of keys jingling outside the front door. The click of the lock, loud and sudden, before the door swung open to reveal your girlfriend on the other side.
"Hey, babygirl." She gently calls out, voice twinged with honeyed fatigue as she shuts the door behind her, automatic lock clicking in place.
The woman almost trips over your shoes as she toes off her own, brows furrowing at the jacket and backpack flopped right next to them.
"You okay, honey?" She hums, "Baby??"
"Huh?" You mumble, tone bland and short as you keep your gaze on the corner of some snack box. "'m fine."
You can hear your girlfriend let out a small huff of laughter, practically feeling her eye roll as she makes her way over to you. "Babygirl, what's wrong? Rough day, sickness, headache?"
You silently shrug as her arms loop around your blanket-clad waist, chin resting gently on the blade of your shoulder.
"Missed you.." She murmurs against your skin, pressing a peck to where your shoulder meets your neck. "What's going on..?"
You sigh, melting into her warm touch, biting the inside of your cheek as you respond. "Had a bad day, that's all.. 'm hungry, and my brain won't be quiet."
Cassie lets out a sound of sympathy, a small frown curling down on her lips as she squeezes you tighter against her.
"My poor baby.." She hums in that same tone that always makes your brain grow silent and heart pace faster, pressing some kisses leading up to your cheek before resting her forehead against your temple.
"Let's go lay down and 'll order some food. Then you can just relax and quiet that little brain of yours, maybe with some TV..?" She suggests, thumbs rubbing over the fabric of your shirt.
You try to respond, give some sort of reaction to her words, but your brain slowly but surely turns to mush at her melodic voice, swallowing thickly.
She, of course, notices your stillness as you rest in her arms, palms moving to pinch at your hips, making you snap out of your daze. "What's up?"
You immediately pause, heat blooming to your cheeks, and your heart skips a beat, embarrassment lingering deep in the pit of your stomach as you try to think of how to explain to your girlfriend without sounding weird.
".. Y'know how you talk to me, um.. during sex and it kinda dumbs me down..?" You whisper, feeling as the older woman turns you around, pulling you closer once you're facing chest to chest.
"Yeah?"
".. Could you maybe do that just, without the sex part..?"
She chuckles softly at your awkward smile, nodding and pressing a quick peck to your lips before starting to gently guide you back into the living room.
"You wanna feel dumb? Aw, sweetheart." She croons, a small smirk stretched on her face as she leads you by the hips, still purring in her sweetened tone. "Who says you aren't already stupid for me, huh? Just a good girl who has nothing up there at all."
The woman gently prods at your forehead, pulling giggles out of you as you two finally make it over to the couch, letting herself plop back onto the cushions before reeling you into her.
"There we go.." She hums as you settle down on her lap, curled up and snuggled up closely. Cassie tucks you in, wrapping you up securely in the throw blanket you had already covered yourself in.
You watch as the brunette pulls out her phone, the bright screen lighting up her face, showing off her freckles as you stare up at her, burying your face more into her shoulder.
The woman scrolls through her apps, gently asking what food you wanted before realizing that you more than likely were not listening. "Is my baby relaxed now?"
You shrug, a small coyish smile involuntarily appearing on your lips as the woman holding you chuckles, kissing your forehead. "'ll just go with the safe option for my girl.."
The TV runs in the background, something not too stimulating for your mind but interesting enough for Cassie to watch as the two of you wait for the food to arrive.
You hadn't paid attention to how fast the time went by, more so focusing on the coziness of your solitude, and heavily on your woman's words.
"Such a sweet, dumb girl for all for me, so lucky to have me."
"Nothing in that tiny head of yours, so blissfully unaware of how cute you are."
"What would you do without me, babygirl?"
It made you feel small in the best way possible.
Sadly, before long, the food arrives, silently, before there's a ping of a notification on the older woman's phone. You instantly recognize the sound, whining as you realize she has to move.
"Sh, shâ I'll be right back, sweet girl.."
You continue to whimper at her movement, whining louder once her body slides out from under you, a lingering coldness in the air the more the distance grows between you two.
"Come backk!!" You groan, earning a laugh from the woman as she lets the door shut behind her, the smell growing more pungent as she makes her way back over.
Cassie sets the food containers down on the coffee table, swiftly taking her spot back on the couch before gathering you back up into her lap. "There, there.." She teasingly mumbles as you pout, quickly spreading some kisses along your cheek and jawline.
You spend the rest of your day in your girlfriend's arms, curled up tightly in a warm blanket, head empty, heart warm, and belly being filled with the nicest food you've had in a while.
This was the best ending to your shitty day you could've ever asked for.
Dating Stan Rosado was different than what youâd expected. He wasnât just some dumb jock, he made sure you knew how much he cared.
It started small, with him pulling your chair out in classes to him holding doors open for you during school and carrying your bag after classes.
Outside of school was a different story. Since you two were outside of school, itâd give him more opportunities to show how much you meant to him. Of course heâd still open doors for you and pull out your chairs, but heâd be able to do more than just basic gentlemen tasks.
He knows your coffee order by the second date, always having one on hand whenever the two of you went out together or hung out.
When the two of you finally sit down to relax or just take a tiny break heâs making sure youâre comfortable before anything. You need water? Heâs on it. Your feet hurt? Heâs finding somewhere for you to sit down.
Stan wants to make sure his girl is always happy. After Delilah, he wants to make sure you and he wonât fight or be dissatisfied in the relationship.
You do the same, of course. Heâs your first real boyfriend, so of course you want to do everything he wants.ďżź
ďżźfirst time writing for stan i love how it turned out!!
My names Morgan, you can call me Morgs or whatever youâd like! Iâm a huge Shawn Hatosy fan, iâve seen all of the stuff heâs been in for the most part like Dexter, ER, The Pitt, Fire Country, Southland, Animal Kingdom! Whatever else heâs in please let me know and I will watch it soo fast.
Basic DNI, No racism, homophobia, pdfs, transphobes. None of that here, we love an except everyone!
i consider myself a spiritual person, but I've always detested religion for a multitude of reasons, the main one being "sins", or what society has turned the concept of sins into. I hate how things like greed, anger, lust, feelings that are wired into our psyche since the day we were born, are perceived as something evil, something we should never act on, or something that leads us to hell or whatever alternative evil dimension they've curated. the way I see it, an emotion is only "evil", or moreso negative, if you allow it to be. if you take your anger out on yourself or others by screaming their heads off, punching holes into their walls, and beating them black and blue, then yes, that's terrible. but if you take your anger out in your paintings, your journals, through martial arts, or hard, passionate fucking, how can that be a negative emotion when it becomes nothing but fun that enhances your gratitude for the simple pleasures of life? or deep reflection that helps you grow into a better person? churches and religious folk teach you to hide the parts of you that make up a sinner, to hold your anger inside you until it bursts out in a fit of rage, to feel guilty everytime you crave the touch of another, and to harbor your envy until you're nothing but a ball of insecurities. but we can build all of these feelings into so much more. i feel like you truly begin to love yourself and everything life has to offer once you realize what you can create with everything that you feel, how there's a good side of every emotion we experience if we're able to find it.
moral of the story is the next time you're horny don't feel guilty just jork it
Seriously though, they have to be one of the smartest (top ONE) individuals I know. I think we should all follow along with whatever my best friend says actually. I really like how this worded and the concept of the rant, 10/10 would recommend. A lot of us do need to hear this ESPECIALLY me, I know I needed this. To hear this point of view and perspective is so refreshing to see, you can believe in your religion by all means, but you should still always be yourself. Listen to my best friend they know more than me
girl who i can pull by the collar and say âdown girlâ and have her drop to her knees immediately bc she would rather publicly humiliate herself than disappoint me WHEN
lowk excited that I have Tumblr now because I just realized I can use this as my ranting pageâŚHOOPLAH!
I think what most modern feminists need to realize is that it's okay to genuinely enjoy doing things or having traits that have been projected by society as traditionally feminine (being nurturing, patient, wearing make-up/dresses, cooking, etc), what's NOT okay is continuing to equate being a woman or femininity to those traits. You are not in your âdivine feminineâ because you're gentle, youâre just a gentle person. Your boyfriend does not make you âfeel like a girl againâ, you just like being provided for. It isnât âgirl mathâ or âgirl dinnerâ to splurge all your money on dumb shit and be malnourished, you're just don't know how to take care of yourself. You can have any attributes or characteristics you like, but once you start equating those to a certain group of people, you're literally just reinforcing stereotypes but putting it in a pretty, pink box that LOOKS empowering. Not to mention, reinforcing these outdated stereotypes excludes other women from being comfortable in their gender identity because they don't apply to them. It's not empowering to have the choice to put femininity into small, defined boxes instead of it being forced upon you, that's just internalized misogyny. Femininity is vast, fluid, and also just a social construct. The only thing that's inherently feminine is identifying as a woman.
also hi I love my bestfriend she's awesome and literally my baby and she writes really nice and silly stuff on here and she's in alotta fandoms so go check her out cause she's really cool and if you don't I will find you nd hunt you down and touch you
STEPHANIE BROWN HAS ZERO RIZZ AND SHE KNOWS IT, YET SOMEHOW SHE GETS THE GIRL
All of the Robins have zero charisma (and yes especially Dick Grayson, but thatâs another post) Stephanie brown was not safe from this. When she likes someone she is as awkward as her brothers but somehow by being herself she gets you in every lifetime. In these terrible headcannons I will-
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Stephanie Brown who meets you at college while carrying five hot coffees in her hand. You smile at her, she tries to wave forgetting the coffees and spilling them all over herself
Stephanie Brown who stutters and smiles a little too wide when you run over to her, trying to clean off the stains with a little paper towel you had in your pocket
Stephanie Brown who blurts out âTheyâre not for me.â In a panic because your hands were all over her body
Stephanie Brown who swears to everyone years from now that she has living proof that angels can possess people, using your laugh as an example
Stephanie Brown who all of a sudden has a lisp when speaking to you after youâre finished drying off what remains
Stephanie Brown who gulps loudly when you let out a small giggle
Stephanie Brown who is mesmerized by the way you walk away after you exclaim youâre late for a class
Stephanie Brown who doesnât seem to notice the bird above her head getting ready to explode its waste on her blonde curls
Stephanie Brown who gets to her dorm, calling Cassandra and over exaggerating the whole situation, saying you were obviously in love with her
Stephanie Brown who doesnât see you again for another month and complains to whoever is nearby
Stephanie Brown who was so close to forgetting about you until sheâs patrolling and youâre just coming back from a late night class.
Stephanie Brown who sees you getting mugged and immediately jumps into action, then slipping on bird dropping from the SAME bird when she sees your face
Stephanie Brown who lets out a whine before punching the guy and giving you back your bag
Stephanie Brown who slyly (very obviously) flexes her muscles once you compliment her and express your gratitude
Stephanie Brown who talks to you all night due to walking you to your dorm but very slowly (her fault) and gets your schedule
Stephanie Brown who plans on âcoincidentallyâ meeting you at your morning classes
Stephanie Brown who wakes up too late and cusses out the sun
Stephanie Brown who waits for your next class and falls asleep AGAIN
Stephanie Brown who tries to kick a rock near a bench, turns out itâs decor and stuck there, she now has a stubbed toe
Stephanie Brown who takes her day off trying to wait up for you
Stephanie Brown who ends up waiting the whole day and finally catches up to you at your late night class
Stephanie Brown who finds out you have a study group for pre-law (or whatever class you want to take) and says she would love to join because sheâs having issues too
Stephanie Brown who doesnât even take law
Stephanie Brown who spends 300 dollars on the textbook you and your study group are using because the thrift stores nearby donât sell it
Stephanie Brown who gets a call from Bruce after seeing the charge to his credit card, asking her if she was taking law. This turns into a gossip session because sheâs tired of keeping you a secret (she hasnât)
Stephanie Brown who sits with your group of friends while you study in a cute diner, already plotting against a guy youâve known for ages because heâs sitting too close
Stephanie Brown who laughs at a âjokeâ that you said that turns out to be a mock case youâre working on
Stephanie Brown who says âtough crowdâŚâ while her voice cracks
Stephanie Brown who doesnât notice the small giggle you let out
Stephanie Brown who spends more time with you and falls deeper in love with you each day
Stephanie Brown who saves you from a robbery at the place you work at
Stephanie Brown who canât help but want to protect you from the darkness of the world when you ask if you can sleepover in her dorm
Stephanie Brown who ghosts you after a year of knowing you because she realizes she is that darkness. She is the shadow that lurks at night. She is not who you need to be with. Despite the pining, the yearning, the need, she canât bring herself to let you in. Afraid sheâll corrupt you somehow. You werenât innocent, but in her eyes you were her favorite saint. If God is real and sends her to hell for loving you, then so be it. But if God takes you because of her being selfish and letting her have you, she would never forgive herself.
Stephanie Brown who skips her classes for weeks, ignoring the buzzes that she knows is from you
Stephanie Brown whose curls start falling out because of the sadness she put herself in
Stephanie Brown who accidentally hears something close to your name and drops to her knees and wails. Screaming your name, breathing it like itâs her oxygen
Stephanie Brown who drowns herself in old liquor she only brought out when your friends would come over
Stephanie Brown who smashes the bottles after, letting the blood soak through her shirt
Stephanie Brown who ignores her brothers help
Stephanie Brown who canât even let Cassandra in
Stephanie Brown who somehow survives a month without you and finally gets dressed and somewhat showered
Stephanie Brown who goes to open the door and sees you there
Stephanie Brown who watches you yell in panic, screaming at her because she ghosted you
Stephanie Brown who wants nothing more than to kiss you but knows she needs to brush her teeth first⌠Stephanie Brown who realizes she canât do that and her fate has already been sealed
Stephanie Brown whose heart stops the moment you scream that you love her
Stephanie Brown who chokes on a sob as she brings you in whispering quiet promises that she wonât leave ever again
Stephanie Brown who reveals her identity and watches as your face turns into one of anger
Stephanie Brown who shoves off that fear the moment you gasp âthatâs why this weird girl in a mask asked me a little too much about my schedule and sexuality⌠oh my god!!!â
Stephanie Brown who spends the day with you in her dorm, helping you pick up the mess but laughing everytime you push her onto the bed for the thousand time because itâs your turn to take care of her
Stephanie Brown who stares at you with loving eyes as you help her brush her teeth and wash her hair
Stephanie Brown who spends the rest of college with you
Stephanie Brown who kisses you the moment you both graduate
Stephanie Brown who marries you a month later, despite you never meeting her family
Stephanie Brown who lets you meet her family at the wedding
Stephanie Brown who looks down in embarrassment as everyone recalls the first time she ever mentioned you
Stephanie Brown who watches you like itâs the first time as you laugh along with them
Stephanie Brown who flips off Damian Wayne as he rants to you about how you could do better
Stephanie Brown who watches in shock as your new best friend becomes Jason Todd, the man who hates everything, knows that youâre genuine and know a thing or two about cool bands and books
Stephanie Brown who lives up to the mantle but once you both hit your five year anniversary sheâs finding new careers for you and your many animals
Stephanie Brown who has absolutely no charm but still got the girl of her dreams
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âMore Stephanie Brown!!!â Me and the five people scream. Can you guys see the community reference I added? AND THE MOMENT I STARTED LISTENING TO SAD MUSIC? I feel like itâs obvious
Anywhozel, requests for headcannons like these are open, if you guys want I can definitely try and make fanfics
Iâm making headcanons for EVERY single character I like so if you have a character you like and want some quick headcannons made TERRIBLY with a plot in mind, give them to me chat!!! Trust, theyâll be bad but theyâre made with love and thatâs all that matters â¤ď¸ (no the writing matters more, you guys can be RUTHLESS to other fanfic creators, get the haters out oh my goodness đ)
