summary: what it’s 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 it’d 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 you’re clearly uncomfortable with the misalignment. He notices when you’re beginning to dissociate from the present moment, trying to escape the demanding signals of your brain to, ‘do this, so that this..’. (essentially, processes that make you feel safe again.)
ocd!reader who’s aware of Andrew’s 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 he’s 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 isn’t 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. ♥️
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 doesn’t have time to process so he’s the king of comfort and guides her back to reality and comfort
wait i’m 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 joe’s 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 hands…
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 earlier…
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. that’ll work.
i have no idea where these paper towels have been…
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.
“what’s wrong?” he asked softly in that concerned voice. he didn’t touch you. he just watched you. carefully. he’d been doing his own research too.
“i need to wash my hands.” 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. “i don’t-“ you cut yourself off.
he continued to watch you carefully. letting you figure it out.
“i don’t need to wash my hands.” 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.
“you don’t need to wash your hands.” he repeated softly with a nod. “i saw you do it twice.”
“i need to do it three times.” you said weakly. your eyes darting between his. “no i don’t.” 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 wasn’t that you wanted to do it. you didn’t. 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.
“you’re good.” he muttered softly and you felt yourself cringe at the feeling of his hands wrapping around yours. you shut your eyes and nodded anyways. “you put the food away already?” he asked randomly.
“yes, i put the food away.” you answered softly as you felt the weight on your chest lessen.
“i told you i would do it.” 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.
“mm, d’you use your new shampoo?” he asked quietly. his lips pressing against your hairline again. “smells good.”
“does it?” you asked softly as you finally pried your eyes open. firstly looking at your hands held by his. then meeting his eyes.
“mhm, like flowers..” he muttered softly with a crooked smile. a smile so contagious the same one tugged at your own lips. “why don’t you go lay down and i’ll make our bedtime tea?” he tilted his head softly and let his eyes graze over your features.
you nodded and glanced at his lips. “okay..” you whispered softly. “new girl?” you asked as you looked back at his eyes.
“obviously.” he scoffed playfully. “i can’t fall asleep to anything else.”
anymore ocd reader x joe fics would be so nice😭😭my intrusive thoughts freak me out so much like thinking something bad will happen if i don’t do a certain thing and im sure you get what im trying to say. so any fic that’s kind of about that would be so nice, im always looking for ocd reader fics with joe (or steve lol) and it’s hard to find them
Rearranging Habits
Joe Keery x ocd!reader | Word Count: 1,027
Summary: Cooking dinner with Joe turns into a look within your daily habits and how you can navigate your OCD.
Warnings: Intrusive thoughts, talks of OCD, joe being a sweetie, health OCD a bit, cooking
a/n: i hope this was what you were looking for. sorry it took forever to get out!
Dinner was always the worst time of the day for you.
Making sure the food was cooked properly, that everything was fresh and safe to eat as well as keeping everything clean at the same time. It was exhausting. Dinner should be a time to bond with your partner and be able to reconnect after the workday, but it always ended the same way, a fight between you and Joe.
You had to have control over everything that was going on in the kitchen. If you were micromanaging something might just fall through the cracks.
What if the meat's not all the way cooked?
What if Joe cuts himself?
Did he wash his hands before handling the vetables?
Did you wash your hands?
Every second that passes in the kitchen adds to your never-ending spiral so now Joe sits in the living you and you handle dinner. It wasn't always like this, but your spells have gotten worse, and instead of seeking comfort in Joe you've been pushing him away. Especially pushing him out of the kitchen.
"Sweetie, you know I can take over right?" he calls from his worn spot in the couch. "You love the way I season my chicken."
He's right. You did love the way he grilled chicken. Or maybe loved. There were too many risk factors with letting someone else take over, even if it is your loving boyfriend.
"I got it," You start to slice the chicken.
The knife will slip.
You stop cutting. You turn around to face towards the sink and wash the knife making sure the handle is completely dry and free of oils. Once you are sure the knife is dry, clean and safe, you return to the chicken. You can feel Joe's gaze, but you keep going afraid to break the flow of your cooking.
While the chicken sizzles, you work on the vegetables. You hear Joe stand up from his spot and make his way into the kitchen. His footsteps are light like he's worried about spooking you.
"Let me do the vegetables, baby. You've done enough tonight. Let me help."
"Joe, I have to finish what I've started." you say sternly. Joes heard this argument before, but he doesn't really understand it. Why would you want to do all the work when he was right there basically begging to take care of you. He hovers in your space for a bit, clearly not getting the hint that you are set on finishing the dinner. You throw the vegetables in a separate pan to sear those too.
"Joe? Space please?"
He steps back respecting your wishes, but he still looks like a kicked puppy. " Just let me know, sweetheart. I'm here for you."
You instantly feel bad. Yeah, Joe knows about your OCD, but it's not like you tell him about it all the time. He knows the basics and that's all you thought he would want to know. But if he could reach into your mind he would. He just wants his girl to feel safe and secure with him.
When everything is finished cooking you plate it up and set them beside the stove. You click off the stove and grab the plates to set them on the bartop.
Wait did you turn off the stove?
You cross back over to the stove and check the dial, it's off.
Is it really off though?
You click the stove back on. The back off.
Click.
Click.
Click.
Click.
You get caught up in the motions until you feel Joe rubbing your shoulder, "Sweetheart? Everything ok? What's going on with the stove."
It'll catch on fire if you don't turn it back off.
Click.
Click.
"I'm fine."
You drop your hand and walk away. Joe follows behind and you take your spots at the bar. Dinner is pretty much silent. Thoughts are running through both of your heads. Joes are arguably more pensive than yours are, but nevertheless you guys are both lost in thought. After the plates are scraped free, (you can't leave anything left on the plate or else someone will go hungry), you stand to clear the table. You reach the sink and start to pull on your washing gloves.
"Baby I got it."
Joe knows you hate doing the dishes. The feeling of wet food icks you out, which is why you bought gloves instead of just letting Joe take care of it. Finally, he gets fed up with your stubbornness and takes over. He grabs your shoulders, spins you around and pulls off your gloves.
"Sweetheart. I am going to do the dishes, and you are going to sit on the couch and watch tv."
You stare back at him, shocked by his sternness. Joe usually always gives into you and your habits, so him being this unmoved is unusual.
"It makes me sick watching you tear yourself apart. Let me take over some of the load," Joe reaches into the sink to start scrubbing the dishes. You move behind him and hug him pressing your stomach to his back.
"I love you honey but it's ok to ask for help. I love doing things for you and I love cooking dinner. I know it's hard in your head, but I will be there to debunk the thoughts." He continues to wash and dry dishes and you never let go of his back, your arms snaking and crossing on top of his tummy.
You stay intertwined until he finishes the dishes and once, he turns around he places a kiss on your forehead. "Let's get ready for bed sweetheart, and you can tell me all about what's going on in the head of yours. Nothing you say can scare me."
He gently guides you to your shared room and you guys change into pjs and brush your teeth side by side. Once you both snuggle into bed your thoughts come out in a stream of consciousness, all the weight being melted off of you by Joes warm hands.
Sleep was peaceful, and the next morning you let Joe make you breakfast in bed. It was a start to rearranging habits.
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 I’m sure requests can pile up and get stressful! Thank you!! 🤍
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.😘 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. They’re 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."
A/N: Sorry, this took so long to make. I wanted to research properly and make sure I didn't mess anything up. 🫶
(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 🫡 (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 🫂 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.
Craving a bit of Steve Harrington and a Neurodivergent! Reader vibes 👀 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 here’s 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 wasn’t 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.
“baby?” Mike’s 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.
“y/n?” he asked a little louder as he turned the corner into the kitchen doorway. his eyebrows creased as he looked you up and down.
“Baby, what’s happening? are you okay?” 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. “yeah i just- i couldn’t get the dishes clean and everything was so dirty and i just-“
“baby breathe” mike said, cutting you off as your mind began to spiral “you think you could put a hand on my chest?” he asked, not wanting to push you too far.
Your hand moved up, trying to touch him on his chest but you just couldn’t. 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 mike’s warmth.
“oh god, it’s okay y/n. you’re safe” Mike said, trying to soothe you “ how about we go and get clean then we can get some rest huh? that sound good baby?”
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.
“ there you go baby” 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. “you want me to do your hair or do you want to do it?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“can you do it please?“ you murmured, tracing patterns onto his skin as you avoided eye contact. Before you knew it, mike’s 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.
“there you go gorgeous” mike said, kissing you on the forehead. At this point you were exhausted, eyes slipping shut as your energy caught up with you “one last thing!” he said, and before you could blink he had pulled out a small tube of cream and was working it into your hands. “there you go baby! i know how chapped your hands get after so much activity”
“thank you so much mike, i love you” you said, slipping under the covers next to mike.
“i love you too y/n, try to get some rest” 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
