#emtional turmoil

[doumadono]

I’m really struggling with my borderline personality disorder. Like I’m feeling my split happening. I don’t have therapy until September. I don’t feel safe I am afraid I’ll blow up on my closest people because I’m getting so upset about people leaving me and it’s sending me into a split about how I knew they didn’t care, how they didn’t want me.

So I was hoping maybe Touya/Dabi where he sees you about to split, he sees you clenching your teeth and you’re snapping at anyone who talks to you and he knows it time to ground you because he could see how bad you’re getting.

There's more to us - Dabi x Reader

Warnings: mentions of emtional swing, f!reader Synopsis: as your anger and frustration teeters on the brink of an emotional split, Dabi unexpectedly becomes the comfort you've been seeking A/N: I'm truly sorry to hear that you're going through such a challenging time with your BPD. It's completely valid to feel the way you're feeling, but remember that you're not alone in this journey. While waiting for your therapy in September, consider reaching out to friends who can lend an understanding ear. It's important to remind yourself that your emotions are valid, and you don't have to go through this alone. You're stronger than you realize, and with time and support, you can find healthier ways to cope with your feelings. Stay strong, and please prioritize your well-being above all else ♥ I hope this fic brings you some comfort

MASTERLIST

The cramped League of Villains hideout was filled with an uncomfortable tension that seemed to cling to the air, intensifying with every passing moment. You, normally full of energy and wit, were now a storm of emotions on the brink of splitting. Clenched teeth and tense muscles were visible signs of the inner turmoil you were struggling to contain.

The tension was palpable. The air seemed heavy with unease, and the atmosphere was fraught with the telltale signs of a looming storm. Dabi leaned against a wall, his azure gaze flickering over the scene before him. He had seen this before — the rapid shifts in mood, the intense reactions to perceived abandonment — it was all too familiar. He recognized the signs of a potential split, a cascade of emotions that threatened to engulf everything in its path.

You were seated on the edge of a worn-out couch, your clenched fists trembling and your jaw tightly locked as if trying to contain the turmoil within you. Your voice, usually soft and warm, was edged with bitterness and frustration. Every word you spoke came out sharper, like daggers slicing through the air, and the way you snapped at Kurogiri and Shigaraki moments prior made it clear that your emotions were spiraling out of control.

Dabi's lips pressed into a thin line as he observed you, his mind calculating the best approach. He knew better than to let the situation escalate further. With a resigned sigh, he pushed himself off the wall and approached you cautiously, gauging your reaction. "Hey," he said softly, his voice a soothing murmur that contrasted with the storm inside you. "You're wound up, and I can see that. But snapping at everyone won't help."

You shot him a glance, your eyes a stormy mix of emotions, and then turned away, unable or unwilling to fully meet his gaze.

Dabi could see the storm swirling in your eyes, a tempest of fear, anger, and desperation. He sat down beside you, allowing a few moments of silence to hang between you before speaking again. "I've seen this pattern before, and I want to help you through it."

"Dabi, just leave me alone," you muttered, your tone a mix of defiance and vulnerability. "Just fuck off, man."

He sighed, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "I'm not here to piss you off, yeah. I get it, alright? It's not easy. But taking it out on them won't change a thing. I just want to help ya out, okay?"

Shigaraki perched on a high stool at the bar, an air of nonchalance masking his observant nature. His fingers idly tapped against the rim of the glass as he watched the scene unfold, his crimson eyes tracking every nuance of your reactions. It wasn't often that he paid such close attention, but something about your current state intrigued him.

Kurogiri, standing behind the bar with an air of elegance that was second nature to him, observed with equal attention. As he poured the deep amber liquid into a glass for Tomura, he couldn't help but glance at you occasionally, concern etched into his misty features.

You scoffed, your fingers digging into your palms as if trying to anchor yourself. "Help? You don't understand, Dabi. Nobody does, so please, fuck off," your voice laced with spite.

A flicker of empathy crossed Dabi's features. He understood that feeling all too well — the sensation of being trapped in your own emotional whirlwind. He paused, choosing his words carefully. "Maybe I don't understand everything, but I've seen you fight through this before, Y/N. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for."

You shot him another skeptical glance, your expression a mixture of vulnerability and defiance.

Dabi's cool demeanor belied the concern that burned beneath the surface. He reached out, his hand gently covering one of yours, the touch warm and grounding. "You've got people here who care, but pushing them away is only making things worse, yeah?'

You shivered involuntarily as Dabi's fingers brushed against your hand, a sensation that sent a jolt of both surprise and warmth through you. Your instinctive reaction was to withdraw your hand from his touch, a reflex born from a mixture of nervousness and uncertainty. However, his touch was unlike anything you had expected. Despite the initial shock, his calloused palm felt surprisingly warm, inviting, and oddly comforting. The contrast between your initial reaction and the reality of his touch sent conflicting signals racing through your mind. Your breath caught, a mixture of frustration, sadness, and desperation evident in your expression. "I'm just… I'm so afraid of being left behind. It's like everyone I care about is going to disappear, and there's nothing I can do about it."

Dabi smirked a little. The fear of abandonment, the sense of being unlovable - it was the hallmark of your condition. And as much as he was known for his aloofness, his stoic demeanor, he also had an uncanny knack for sensing what others needed. "I'm not leaving," he said firmly, his voice carrying a sense of reassurance that cut through the chaos in your mind. "None of us is. You're not alone in this, no matter how much it might feel that way."

Tomura's voice cut through the air suddenly, surprising you as he agreed with Dabi's words. A faint quirk of his lips hinted at an almost rare camaraderie between the two. "He's right. Sometimes, pushing people away only makes things worse. You're not the only one dealing with struggles though."

"Who knew I had it in me to be a motivational talker, huh?" Dabi grinned at his colleagues.

"Dabi and Tomura have a point. Emotions can be overwhelming, but they're also a source of strength if you learn to harness them. Control doesn't mean suppression - it means finding balance instead," Kurogiri added.

He could see tears forming in your eyes, a mix of vulnerability and relief. Your shoulders sagged as you finally allowed yourself to let go of some of the weight you were carrying. "I don't want to push people away," you whispered, your voice breaking.

Dabi nodded, his thumb gently brushing over the back of your hand. "It's a struggle, I know. But remember, you have control over your actions. Now, look at me," he said firmly, his voice carrying an edge that demanded your attention.

As you met his gaze, he continued, his words measured but resolute. "There's a wide range of negativity within me, yeah, a storm that used to tear me apart. But I stopped running from it. I embraced it, every jagged edge of it." His honesty was a stark contrast to the aloof facade he often portrayed. In that moment, his vulnerability was on display, a raw revelation of the internal struggle he had faced. "Embracing it, my inner demons," he continued, his voice steady, "it made me more focused. More powerful. The chaos became my strength."

As if the dam had burst, your emotions flowed out in a torrent. Your shoulders shook as tears fell, a mixture of pain and relief.

Dabi's arms wrapped around you, holding you gently but firmly, providing the anchor you so desperately needed. "I've got you."

You leaned into his touch, a mixture of exhaustion and relief washing over you. The storm within you hadn't completely dissipated, but Dabi's presence had provided a lifeline, a reminder that you weren't alone in this battle.

As the minutes ticked by, the tension in the room gradually began to ease. Dabi remained by your side, offering a quiet and unwavering presence that served as a stark contrast to the chaos you had been feeling. Slowly, your jaw unclenched, and the tightness in your chest began to subside.

"You know," Dabi said with a faint smirk, "I'm not exactly known for being the comforting type."

A small, genuine smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "No, you're not."

He chuckled softly, his eyes meeting yours with a spark of understanding. "But maybe I've got more empathy than I let on."

Tomura downed his drink, his lips curling into a faint smirk as he watched you and Dabi. As Dabi's fingers brushed against your skin and you leaned into his touch, Tomura couldn't help but let out a low, almost mocking "awwwww" sound. His voice held a mixture of amusement and teasing as he observed the unexpected camaraderie between you and Dabi. "Look at that, Kurogiri," he remarked, his smirk deepening. "Who knew Dabi could be someone's emotional support? It's like a twisted version of a feel-good movie."

"Maybe," Kurogiri mused, his fingers tapping against the bar counter, "there's more to us than meets the eye. More than just villains with quirks."

[theautismunderurbed]

i hate ff7 with a burning passion. the emtional turmoil i am currently in because of this game should not be aloud

[rocketcowboyblu]

Emtional turmoil sucks.

[ancientrimer]

okay but the consistent and highly advanced use of hair as a symbol for character development and feelings in atla is actually mindblowing

[rikkardambrose]

all i want at the christmas ball is for ambrose to do the “i dont dance” sequence from hsm2

[dollscircus]

darlin knows exactly when sam has a nightmare since they can already feel his emotions and they know its a nightmare about the inversion cuz the emtional turmoil they sense from sam is the same they sensed from all those people during the crisis

- :)

Darlin will gently wake up up, Sam will play his nightmare off but Darlin just holds him closer.

“I’m fine.” He’ll try to say but Darlin knows better because they can feel his emotions and they just want to make him feel better in any way they can

[himboskywalker]

I love how conceal me what I am is a slow burn, but at the same time by chapter two it’s like “Mawage. Mawage is wot bwings us togeder today.” ICONIC (I am also so in love with you I have done nothing but read and re-read your fics for the last week)

😂 Looking at Sidious like... “Have you the wing?”

Damn that would have been a fun scene to write. Listen I live for slow burn when combined with arranged marriage or fake dating or something that forces the pair into a relationship of some sort before they develop feelings. I want emotional turmoil with Shakespearean shenanigans and a whole string of comedy of errors. It’s about the emtional fulfillment after the steamy encounters for ultimate fun times.

I’m glad you like them I swear I’m updating tomorrow and the moment my thesis is done this summer it’s full steam ahead because I literally have several +100ks planned and a whole slew of other fics half written or just waiting to be written!

[ditttiii]

I just read the newest chapter of brother's conflict and i must say it's on fire. Everything was one point, and the plot was unexpectable. The character (Y/N) development is amazing but i think she's a little bit 2 emtional :D. In my opinion, she'd not be broken down that easily with all of those year living alone. Her dad is in dangerous line of work + living alone so I expect her to be tougher and at least not to breakdown infront of stranger, but like don't hate me for saying that andiloveit!

Noo, haha I love this! I encourage this in fact. If you guys don’t necessarily agree with my characterisation or something I wrote, that’s totally fine! I love to hear your opinions and think those things through. It helps me with plotting the story further too 🥰 I wrote a bit of that part from personal experience. Like I have lived mostly alone since I was in in third grade because my brother chose to study in a different city and my mom would live with him, so growing up it was always a bit all over the place and jumpy. While I was no stranger to living alone, when I finally did move out of my home, it wasn’t easy. Something about living in a place you haven’t grown up in is scary as hell. I was used to living in my home alone but that place was also familiar to me so the loneliness never really fully settled in? if that makes sense? Mainly though, my thought process behind the OC’s actions is that she feels like a burden (I will get into this entire thought process in detail in later chapters) but because of their parents marriage, she was forced into the boys lives and because OC has grown up alone and independent she now feels like a burden. (she also has no other choice but to live with them which then adds to the emotional turmoil) JK and Tae’s reception has only enforced that feeling. Cherry on top of the entire mess if you will. 

worry for her father, the feeling of utter helplessness, the loss of what she considered home and her routine, having no say in what is basically happening to her life, being obviously hated by two of her stepbrothers, and thinking that the rest of them are only nice to her because they have to be, (because they feel obligated) just got to be all too much for her. I did hint about the oncoming breakdown in the previous chapter, when she was unwilling to let Sunmi go (the only thing that was familiar to her in that entire house) so that’s why I wrote the lines “she was holding on. barely, but she was holding on” in chapter 3. And Lastly, Thank you so much for reading B.C and I am so so glad to hear that you’ve been enjoying it so far!! This ask made me really happy, because it’s always fun to be able to get to discuss my stories with y’all ❤️

[enditwithbutter]

I saw this on fucking instagram and now that I'm here they make me feel better about my stupid moments because even I am not this fucking dumb.... like google is free. this site is free. im free from emtional turmoil now babeee

What does the arab in your carrd mean? Is it like afab and amab?

.. i’m palestinian

[thependragonqueen]

Leo Valdez AU where

•he meets a girl demigod at Camp

• they start talking and hanging out and they start to kinda like each other and stuff and tell each other slightly more personal information about their lives and past

•the girl absolutely hates her mortal mother

•she despises her and tells Leo that she hates her and never wants to see her again but never explains why she hates her so much

•Leo is confused

•Leo always loved his mom so much and the years she was alive were the best years of his life. He always wishes she were back with him and alive and happy

•he can’t even begin to fathom hating her and wishing she were gone for his life forever. He would literally do anything to have his mom back.

•Leo is absolutely perplexed

•he actually starts to become a little sceptic and mad at the girl for hating her mom for no apparent reason. How could you hate your mom like that? She gave her life and feeds her and gives her shelter and a place to live why would she hate her so much ?

•Leo becomes a bit bitter about it actually. He makes little snappy comments to the girl that he wishes his mother was back and he would never wish his mom dead or gone and doesn’t understand why anyone would

•The problem is he doesn’t know the whole story bc she never told him

•At this point Leo’s getting mad at her for always bashing on her mom and hating her so much. Why hate your mom so much???

•Leo’s running thin on patience and gets so angry about the way she speaks about her mom that he just wants to stop talking to her in general bc he wants his mom back so badly and all the hatred for her mom is making him sad and a bit mad

•finally one day Leo snaps and asks why she hates her mom so much and she tells him

•turns out her mom was emotionally abusive to her when she lived there

•her mom absolutely destroyed her life and self esteem and made her feel like crap and she wanted out of that house with her so badly

•Leo quickly understands

•He too had been through some emtionally abusive foster homes as well as physically abusive.

•he remembered how hurtful the comments made to him by those foster homes were. How they would tell him he wasn’t good enough and hat he sucked and was a murderer. Those words killed him too. They helped lead him into his own depression and mental issues and helped form his Fatal Flaw into being Inferiority

•Leo feels bad for being so angry at the girl and comes clean and apologizes. He had no idea and really understands what she means and where she’s coming from

•they both continue to share their stories and emotional turmoil with each other

•together they help each other out through their mental illness and through their therapy and healing process.

•they lean heavily on each other and are always there for each other

•they have a long, happy, loving, healthy relationship together and help fix each other and build each other back up

[yes-this-is-not-ok]

Hi yes I had severe emtional turmoil/pain and my cat decided to put his nose on my nose I've been Blessed™

That is the most amazing blessing ever!

[the-exercist]

No. Let’s have a Frank discussion here - Exercise isn’t magic.

You can still be sad or upset after a workout. 

Being active will not inherently cheer you up.

I understand what your intention here probably was - Yes, exercise does promote the release of endorphins in our bodies, which means that working out can give you a mood boost sometimes, but that is a far cry from believing that “you can’t be sad.” If someone is depressed, a single workout isn’t going to get rid of that mental health problem. If someone is upset, exercising isn’t going to solve the emotional turmoil that they’re going through. Exercise is not an easy answer that erases any negative emtions you might have been feeling beforehand.

Rhetoric like this is harmful because it spreads false information to people who are already vulnerable. If someone is sad despite working out, they’re going to start questioning themselves. “Did I put enough effort into this? Did I work hard enough? What’s wrong with me?” Which then leads them to perhaps exercise harder, until they push their limits too hard and injure themselves. Or maybe they’ll give up altogether because, if exercise doesn’t provide this magic answer that they expected, what’s the point? There’s no winning here when you present such unattainable goals.

It’s okay if you’re sad after exercising. It’s not your fault. You’re not doing anything wrong here.

[speak-it-out-l0ud]

In emotional turmoil...fun times

[boggo-smurmak]

Why am I so emotional when hung over?!

I almost burst into tears at the supermarket today, because I was moved by the fact that Ritchies sells organic flour.

"It's so beautiful. Waaaaaahhhhhh!"