#cw intrusive thoughts

[zubzooks]

use carefully.

[kneecapsbelong2me]

Hello! Ok so you don't have to do this if you don't want to but I thought it'd be really cute if you did a oneshot where Natasha and Wanda (or it could be Natasha and Maria no preference) help a fellow Avenger (reader) who has ocd (like intrusive thoughts and having to squeeze eyes shut hard and doing things in a certain rhythm, not cleaning ocd). And the reader stopped taking her meds. Could you do fem reader please if you're comfortable! Thank you! Much love! xoxo 🧡

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Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x OCD!fem!Reader (ambiguous relationship)

Summary: when you stop taking your meds, your intrusive thoughts return with a vengeance. Natasha and Wanda notice.

Word Count: ~800

Content Warnings: violent intrusive thoughts (murder, blood), OCD

A/N: sorry this took so long, anon! I don't have OCD, but I have dealt with intrusive thoughts so I tried my best.

Translations: зайчик: bunny; рыбка: little fish; солнышко: sunshine

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Wanda was the first to notice something was wrong. Your thoughts sounded like screamed gibberish instead of their typical cadence and anxiety radiated from you in waves as if it was flowing from your pores.

She didn’t know what was happening, and it scared her. Unsure of what to do, she confided in Nat.

“I’m worried about her, Tasha. Her thoughts have been so loud and messy, and I don’t know what to do. Just being near her makes me start feeling antsy.”

Natasha had also clocked your unrest. For the past month, the number of pills in the bottle on your dresser had remained constant, and Natasha was willing to bet that had something to do with the changes in your behavior.

“I’m concerned too, Wanda. Let’s talk to her the next time we see her, okay?”

“Okay,” Wanda smiled slightly. “Thank you for helping me with this.”

“Of course, зайчик, I want to make sure our girl is okay.”

They waited, but you didn’t come out of your room for days. Finally, at the 72 hour mark, Natasha and Wanda made their way to your room. They were going to help you, and there was nothing you could do to stop them.

You couldn’t pinpoint when your thoughts had gotten bad again. Maybe it had started after you stopped taking your meds, but they had made you feel different.

What if you just kill them all. It wouldn’t be hard.

You squeezed your eyes shut as if that would stop the thoughts, rocking back and forth. Three counts forward, three counts back. You tapped your fingers on your leg. Ring, middle, pointer. Ring, middle pointer.

Images flashed in your mind. Your hand wrapped around Natasha’s throat. Blood dripping from the knife you drove into Steve’s heart.

On your next rock backwards, you accidentally hit your head on the wall as you tried to shake yourself free. Pain reverberated through your skull, and you couldn’t help but think you deserved it.

And those were just the thoughts that escaped to your consciousness. There were so many more beneath the surface, trying to claw their way and pierce through your brain.

You shivered, your skin crawling as more thoughts popped into your mind. Your rocking became more frantic as your breaths got shallower and shallower.

The click of your bedroom door unlocking tugged your mind back into your body. You squeezed your eyes tighter, and your finger tapping sped up.

“Рыбка?” Natasha’s voice filtered in like sunlight through a stained-glass window, muddled but warm.

“Солнышко,” Wanda’s voice was much clearer. She was speaking directly into your head, you realized. “Your thoughts are so loud.”

Oh no. Wanda was going to find out how horrible your thoughts were. Terror gripped you as you realized what she would see. There was no way she’d ever look at you the same way again.

“Can you take a deep breath for me?” Wanda smiled softly. She had crouched down, and you could sense how badly she wanted to reach out to touch you.

You shook your head, too caught up in your hyperventilation.

Natasha sat on the floor next to you, careful not to touch you or get in the way of your rocking. “Try breathing out for longer than you breathe in,” she murmured. You did as she said, some of the terror leaving you. “You’re safe. Everyone is safe.”

You tried to focus on her words, blocking out everything else until your senses were filled with Natasha and Wanda.

“These thoughts do not make you a bad person, солнышко. The fact that they scare you proves that you’re a good person,” Wanda’s voice washed over you like a wave of calm.

Your breathing evened out a little more, your fingers tapping slower. Ring. Middle. Pointer. Fighting every muscle in your body, you forced your eyes open to look at them.

Guilt wracked your body as you took in their concerned faces. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Natasha spoke gently, but firmly. “Hey, look at me. Please?”

You did as she asked, having to slow your rocking to avoid getting dizzy.

“Is it okay if I touch you right now?”

You nodded, and Natasha pressed her shoulder into yours. The contact was soothing. She was warm against you. Warm and alive.

“Would it help if we just talk for a while?” Wanda sat and leaned into your other side.

You nodded again, words unformed on your tongue.

“Okay. Let me tell you what Steve did the other day.”

Natasha launched into a story and you focused all your energy on her words. You could feel Wanda pushing your anxieties down, and for the first time since you’d stopped your meds, you felt calm.

You laid your head on Wanda’s shoulder. She hummed softly and carded her fingers through your hair. Your eyes fluttered shut, but this time they rested.

You knew they would want to talk about this at some point, but for now you were content to sit in between them and rest.

[tbalderdash-art-blog]

What if him constantly messaging Batman was a compulsion because he's terrified that nobody cares about him, he's reminding Batman because maybe he's terrified he's so insignificant that Batman forgets there are even riddles to do.

I've got a sheep "cushion" from ASDA, part of a Stacey Solomon collection so I call it Stacey.

[don't tag as ship! He is aromantic and has OCD!]

[heisoark]

Messy comic about his Intrusive thoughts

[borderline-culture-is]

(Tw: intrusive thoughts) borderline culture is being numb after not hearing from your fp for five days straight and now you wanna bash your head into the wall to stop the racing thoughts- 🔪🍭

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[obsessive-compulsive-culture-is]

Refusing to say thoughts aloud or write them down out of fear of it coming to fruition

Obsessive/compulsive culture is…

[possibly-in-wonderland]

Me, trying not to get severely angry about people who call people with actual intrusive thoughts disgusting (it's almost as if it's an actual mental illness):

[rwac96]

Intrusive Thoughts (RWBY Shitpost)

*Weiss Schnee scowls at her syrup-covered book, seething with rage*

Weiss: *angry* "Nora...mind explaining why my book is covered in syrup?!"

Nora: *eating pancake sticks, dipping one in a cup of syrup* "I got hungry."

Weiss: *eye-twitch* "I beg your pardon?!"

---Weiss' Mind---

Weiss: *unsheathes Myternaster* "You got hungry?! How about eating while disemboweled!" *charges towards Nora*

Nora: *alarmed* "Hold on--!!"

*Nora shrieked in agony as Weiss impaled her abdomen, sinking the sharp tip of her weapon into the hammer-wielder's stomach; and then slicing it open horizontally, causing blood and guts to spill out*

Weiss: *covered in blood, smiling eerily* "Trying eating now, you oblivious, gluttonous imbecile!" *cackles loudly* "AHAHAHAHAHAHA--!!"

---Reality---

Nora: "Weiss? Uh, Remnant to Weiss."

*Nora stands in front of the angry Weiss, who is deep in thought*

Weiss: *forced smile* "I-I'm fine."

---LATER, AT THE BEACON CAFETERIA---

Weiss: *angry again* "I AM NOT FINE!!"

Yang: "Chill, Ice Queen! Nora said she's sorry."

Weiss: "Sorry doesn't cover the expenses I have to pay back...and right when my father cuts me off!"

Ruby: "Sounds like you were about to strangle her."

Weiss: *muttering* "Disembowelment is more like it..."

Blake: *disturbed* "Weiss, see a therapist."

Weiss: *turns to Blake* "Says the White Fang Deserter!"

Blake: "Still, it sounds like you have red flag thoughts. What's next? Thoughts of becoming a dictator?"

Weiss: "No...but that one sounds rather specific."

Pyrrha: *walks towards the table* "Oh, there you are, Weiss. The others and I talked to Nora about what happened, and she agreed to pay you back...with her own money."

Nora: *far away, whining* "MY PANCAKE MONEY!!!"

Weiss: *exhales in relief* "Thank you, Pyrrha. You're a sweetheart."

Pyrrha: *bashful* "Honestly, it was Jaune, Ren, and I being stern and firm with Nora."

Weiss: "I...I honestly don't know how to thank you..."

---Weiss' Mind---

Weiss: *rising from the table and grabbing Pyrrha by the shoulders* "Kiss me, damn you!"

*Weiss pulls Pyrrha towards her, kissing her, fully with her tongue; by the surprise of Team RWBY and the others around her*

Weiss: *moans, then breaks the kiss* "I want to take you, eat you out right here and now!"

*Disregarding where she was now, Weiss pushes Pyrrha down onto the table, spreading her legs and going in between her thighs*

Pyrrha: *blushing, shocked* "Weiss--OOOOOHH~!!!" *throws her head back* "Weiss~! Aaah, Weiss....Ooooh! Weiss--!"

---Reality---

Pyrrha: *concerned* "Weiss?" *waves her hand in front of Weiss' face*

Nora: "She's doing that thing again, huh?"

[quailxcrossing]

au where ilieu/agata was raised by maiceo instead of georgiana! i honestly think giana might have died or been dragged away screaming, because there's no way they'd leave ilieu on purpose! but its a fun thought experiment

[syscultureis]

OCD system culture is:

Having intense intrusive thoughts about splitting a new introject from anything you happen to enjoy. Seeing anything that you mildly show interest in and your brain is just like "Hey man. i see you like [insert character] from this media here. What if I just start making you think about all the implications of what it would look like if this was a guy in your brain. what then???" And you feel denial even though it's literally uncontrollable. Now you can't even enjoy the media/lose interest in it because of it. DID has become an obsession in of itself

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[devilsburger]

Weird Convos with ur bf

[thr4shit]

*breakdance of "oh this genre of thoughts" again*

[tbalderdash-art-blog]

From 08/09/2024. The single upside to having OCD is I can make good angsty Arkham Riddler fanart

Inks:

[amaryllidaceaee]

[parodyofnature]

Every time I have an intrusive thought that scares or upsets me I repeat it to myself in his voice. Can't be scared of evil paper

[loganslowdown4]

Remus: Hey Thomas, hey, so like, what would happen, if, this is so funny, if you like just put your hand, haha, in that blender you’re using right now, huh??

Thomas: Uhhhh—

Logan: *barges in; starts spraying Remus with a spritzer like a bad cat* NO! NO! That’s a bad Remus! BAD!

Remus: *hisses* F- FUCK! okok, aaaAAHHH GOD STOP WITH THE SOAP FUCKK-