#he either treats it like walking on eggshells or fully forgets i ever was mentally ill 👍

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'i didn't want to trigger you' BROTHER you do not give a shit, your behavior at this point looks plain performative

[damiano-mylove]

Members of Måneskin with a mentally ill/disordered S/O

Illnesses included: Depression, ADD, Tourette's and PTSD (so warnings for that and SH, drug usage, isolation, and heavy topics in general) *Masterlist*

This was a collaborative effort between Nik, Lina, Lute and two unnamed but very appreciated people - all of us afflicted with the varying illnesses above

Vic

Vic would take an empathetic approach to your illness/disorder (relating to you, researching, never pitying)

Depression

Vic would take a more of a nurturing role to your sadness

On the more sad days, Vic would nap with you for a little bit but she'd get to a point where enough would be enough

She would coax you out of bed in ways that appeal to you more than you'd ever care to admit, starting out with just getting you to eat somewhere else than in bed, then eventually moving up to showering, etcetera, etcetera

Vic would be very acutely tuned toward your needs, and she always fulfilled

It broke her heart that you were so sad, but she could relate and that made it a lighter burden on your back

When you first told her, Vic just went silent, then hugged you for a long time

ADD

Vic wouldn't be as supportive in this, but not in a neglectful way

She had a way of getting your attention back on the topic at hand, but sometimes she was just as bad as you for getting away from the main point

The impulsivity, she wasn't the biggest fan of, but you two worked through it like adults

When you'd forget things, Vic wouldn't get annoyed - but she would always remind you when you forgot what you needed to remember

Also, she was the best for finding misplaced things

PTSD

Vic would be very careful to avoid your triggers, however she never felt as if she was walking on eggshells

Before you were able to fully tell her what happened, Vic would never force you to tell her anything you weren't already ready to tell her of your own accord

There was no way she couldn't feel a bit sorry for you, but she never showed it, and she certainly didn't pity you - she just was sorry that something happened to you to give you PTSD

She would be mindful to never act as if she would be able to fix you

Tourette's

It didn't annoy her as much as you thought it surely would - especially since you had been trying to keep the tics at bay in the beginning of your relationship

Vic usually went on like nothing happened when you'd tic, but sometimes she'd laugh if your tics would hit her

Vic would proudly go out with you, even though you were scared about the looks you'd get on the street, but she never minded because she loved you and she wanted to show you that she loved you

Thomas

Thomas would take a supportive approach to your illness/disorder (reminding you to take your meds, making appointments for you if you'd ask, doing anything he could to make you feel better)

Depression

Thomas would always be the perfect person who would just shut the fuck up and cuddle you, but he would only do it if you'd ask because he knew sometimes you didn't feel like being around people

Wasn't really trained in any of this so he just cared for you like he'd like to be cared for

He was doing his best, and it was apparent, but sometimes you'd have to tell him what not to do and what to do

Of course, Thomas wouldn't bat an eye to stop or start doing anything at the raise of your finger - whether it be rub your back or let you be alone for a bit

He understood that he alone could not cure your depression, but he understood that he would be around for the ride, if you would have him

When you first told Thomas, he was silent, just nodding. He asked you a few very respectful questions but would never dream of pushing you. He would rub your knee and assure you of his love for you, no matter what

ADD

Honestly, Thomas didn't know what ADD was, at first

He googled it, then thought better to just ask you for a primary source

During nights where you couldn't sleep, Thomas would be right beside you, not sleeping either, which wasn't healthy for either of you, but it sure as Hell made you feel less lonely

Thomas lost shit and things all the time, so he never judged you for that, and his memory was potentially worse than yours so who was he to speak on that

But he was extremely good at getting you to finish tasks before moving on (sometimes just finishing them himself)

PTSD

Again, didn't exactly know what it entailed at first, but asked you a few questions to clear the air

Thomas would lead you through deep breathing exercises (unless you told him not to) when you were triggered and started losing control

Would always do anything and everything he could to avoid triggers with you

He would he more than patient with you

Tourette's

He would find some of your tics endearing (not harmful ones)

At one point, you'd even developed a verbal tic saying Thomas' name, which he always chuckled at and responded to you every single time as if you'd requested his presence, each time with a new pet name and a smile

If your tics would hit him by accident, you would apologize profusely, but Thomas would always laugh and brush it off

During tic attacks, he knew to just let you be, unless you would stop breathing, then he would certainly step in

He would ask his doctor a "hypothetical" about how to help someone through a tic attack, then used that advice forevermore, and it usually made a helpful difference

Ethan

Ethan would take a companion role (letting you take the lead, showing him what would happen and what to do to help, always listening to you before making his own move)

Depression

He'd dealt with depression before, but thoroughly understood that everyone is different in how they display mental illness

Ethan would recognize what to do, but would ask you for confirmation before acting upon anything that had potential to make a difference

On days where you couldn't leave your bed, he would bring you food (not a steak dinner, but he would definitely bring you soup or toast or a sandwich)

On days where you couldn't shower, he'd either be in the shower with you, or he'd draw you a bath instead, or he'd buy dry shampoo and sanitary wipes (those would be the last case, because he didn't want to throw off your pH)

He would assure you of his love and that you didn't burden him whatsoever

You were suffering, and you didn't make him suffer, but he did take some of that suffering from you

ADD

Certain times, I regret to say, he may get slightly annoyed, but not for long and not to the point of icing you out or anything

Ethan always found things to keep your mind occupied (watching Monty Python (actually a great programme for AD(H)D people), intricate games, new books, etc)

The best at finding lost things, and also has the best memory under the sun

Your symptoms wouldn't bother Ethan, save for constantly speaking (which can get a little annoying during a film or something)

PTSD

Would basically just go one with life - he would avoid all things relating to your triggers and PTSD - but otherwise, it would be business as per usual

If you got triggered, he would be by your side and on your side

He would do anything; deep breathing, distractions, grounding, getting your meds, anything

Ethan would always let you speak about it, when you'd want to, but otherwise treated you the exact same way as he had before you told him

Tourette's

He's always looking for something to joke about, and sometimes your tics provide just the material

He wouldn't dream of taking the piss out of the harmful or mean tics, but if you were laughing, then he was sure to be laughing as well

If your tics involved a bird whistle, he'd call you his 'little red bird' but wouldn't anymore if that upset you

Tourette's are a tough subject to joke about, but Ethan would always listen if you told him it was offensive, unfunny, or just a bad joke and Ethan would always take it in good humour and apologize

Most of the time though, he could make some funny fucking comments

Damiano

Damiano would take a nonchalant approach (not explicitly talking about it, never take the spotlight off you (if he could help it), try his best to help you through any challenges without making you feel like you were an inconvenience to him

Depression

He was your best friend before he was your lover

As such, you were always able to talk to Damiano about your depression anytime you felt it getting bad, as to warn him

Damiano would never leave your side, unless you told him to, but he'd always have a film on in the back, or he'd play with your hair, or distract you by brushing your hair or having you help him pick out an outfit

He enjoyed cleaning, so your bedroom would never become a depression room, and that helped get you out of your slumps most of the time

Dami was also swimmingly good at getting you up, even if it be just for a dance in the moonlight then back to bed, or a walk around the block then on the couch

He understood wanting to cope, but if you were prone to drug usage, Damiano would totally discourage it and stop you from using as best he could

ADD

Not everyday is a trip to Disney, but with Damiano, it is

Damiano always had new records to catch your fancy, he'd always have some home project lined up for the two of you, he'd always let you do extravagant things with makeup on his face

It seemed if you lost something, Dami would find it, but if Damiano lost something, you would find it (good system actually)

Would always have reminders in his phone so he would add reminders for you on his phone (appointments, birthdays, events)

Damiano seemed to always have just the trick to get you to sleep, even when you felt like you physically couldn't

PTSD

After you told him, Damiano would immediately avoid the topic in future conversations

He would support you fully during any trigger or episode, but he never treated you any differently at all just because you have PTSD

It hurt him that something hurt you so badly, but he took it all in a deep breath - after all, he signed up for you, all of you, so he certainly wouldn't give up on you just because of a disorder

Damiano would be in your corner 100%, and you knew it and you knew you could always go to him

Tourette's

Some tics would get that beautiful smile on his face, but otherwise he continued conversations like nothing ever happened

He didn't bat an eye at a physical tic, not a verbal tic

But he was the man to go to during a tic attack

He wouldn't treat you like a science experiment, or like an insane asylum patient - he treated you with love and support, like no one else ever had

Damiano had read about a dozen books on how to support people with Tourette's, and he'd also talked to other people he knew who had Tourette's - Damiano was thoroughly educated on how to help you, the love of his life

headass this was hard to fuckin write and i know its shitty and the cw’s are a bunch and i cut it but im sorry and hope its good enough

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I kinda rushed the ending bc im tired but here's another one! Enjoy :)

Or at least try to!

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Technoblade was up in the night doing his usual research but a light caught his eye. He gently set his books down and looked out his window on the right side of his house. He could see Ranboo's house was well lit and smoke was coming out of the chimney. Techno watched the house quietly, unsure of what Ranboo was actually doing.

While Technoblade was watching Ranboo's house, Ranboo was working in his basement. He carved out a small edward figurine, and a small Carl figurine. Ranboo was using Dark oak wood for edward, and Spruce wood for Carl. He hummed quietly as he whittled the wood down to make it take shape. Despite being very tired he continued working, being very grateful that Techno was letting him live so close. Ranboo was greatly appreciative of Techno, and even though he had to pay rent in gifts he was still happy.

"Hmph."

Technoblade turned away from the window and went back to reading, since he couldn't see movement in the house. The curiosity of what Ranboo was doing was still in the back of his mind though. It made it hard for him to focus on any work and so he got annoyed and slammed his book shut. Technoblade put the book on the shelf before sliding down the later into his room. He sighed heavily and flopped down in his bed, pulling the pillow over his head and growling.

Techno was severely annoyed at the curiosity that Ranboo caused, because he figured he shouldn't be curious. Techno didn't really want anything to do with Ranboo, because he was afraid. He was worried really. Techno didn't want to get attached to Ranboo, because everyone he's gotten attached to has either left him or died. Except for fucking Phil. So Techno doesn't want to risk the loss of another person that he has grown fond of seeing all the time.

"Phil...."

Ranboo couldn't decide if he should whittle a small figurine as well. Ranboo knew how well Techno and Phil was conncected but he didn't want to go overboard with gifts. As much as Ranboo appreciated Techno, he didn't want to seem like he was trying too hard. Ranboo didn't want to push Techno with all the things he's giving him and annoy him. So he had to be cautious with what to make for him and when to give it to him.

"Ugh."

Ranboo stood up from the small chair and cracked his fingers, then his back. He walked up his stairs to the main part of his house and looked out the window. Technoblade's house was completely dark and there was no movement inside. Ranboo figured he went to bed, and checked the clock on his wall. He sighed and cracked his fingers again before walking back downstairs to his basement.

Ranboo gently took care of his carving tools and swept all the little pieces up with his broom. He dumped them in his recycling bin before gently grabbing the little figurines. Ranboo walked back up stairs with them in hand, and sat down at the table. He got a pen and paper, scribbling down a small note neatly. Then he set the figurines in a basket and taped the note to the handle. Ranboo also put 4 potatoes and a 2 brown mushrooms in the basket. He got up from the table, and began getting dressed quickly. It didn't take long and as soon as he eas fully dressed he was headed out his front door.

"Get up, you got a present!"

Technoblade was woken up abruptly by a very loud Phil, and slight shaking. He groaned and sat up in his bed, rubbing his eyes softly and trying to focus on what was happening. Phil gave him his glasses and held the basket he found on the porch patiently. Techno put his glasses on and blinked a few times, finally focusing in and waking up more. Phil set the basket on Techno's lap and read the note out loud for him.

"Techno. Thank you for letting me live so close to you. I hope you enjoy this as I hand made them just for you. I will be out of the house collecting things for a while so if you need me come find me. From Ranboo."

Technoblade didn't need time to process what he heard because it hit him hard. Especially the part about hand making something just for him. Techno still slightly dazed opened the basket gently and looked inside. The figurines were the things that stood out to him right away, and he waisted no time in grabbing them. Techno made sure to be gently with them as he looked them over slowly, and Phil watched silently. It took a second for Techno to realize that they were little carved figurines of Edward and Carl. Once he figured it out though he woke up fully and looked them over more quickly. Techno was surprised at all the detail in such little figurines, and how soft they were was astonishing. No one had actually ever MADE him something before so he was flabbergasted.

"He's real sweet huh?"

Technoblade looked up at Phil quickly, and then looked back to the figurines. He got up quickly and began putting his shoes on in a rush. Phil watched him as he rushed to get around and get dressed. After Techno assumed he was fully dressed and ready to leave Phil grabbed his arm, yanking him to a stop. Techno looked at him unsure what else he was forgetting. Right now all he wanted to do was find Ranboo and thank him.

"Eat. And coat."

Technoblade grabbed the basket and pulled a potato out of it, quickly scarfing it down in front of Phil. Phil rolled his eyes but let go of Techno because he technically ate. Techno then grabbed his coat and put it on quickly, before rushing out to his little barn. He untied Carl and hopped on him riding him out into the snow quickly. Phil rolled his eyes again and began cleaning up Techno's scattered and messy house.

"God damn it...."

Techno growled to himself as he qucikly got his emotions under control and stopped Carl from running any further. He clenched his jaw and looked down at his lap, closing his eyes for now. Carl stood patiently, feeling the difference in his emotions and voice. Techno was severly upset with himself. Technoblade didn't want to get close to Ranboo, because if he did then he would lose him. He always loses others. They die or they leave him and he didn't want Ranboo to die. He especially didn't want Ranboo to leave him. But....

Ranboo would never leave him, not now and not ever. Ranboo was insanely grateful for how well Techno was treating him. Ranboo felt like he wasn't walking on eggshells anymore, and he felt safe here. Ranboo felt safe living close to Technoblade in this snow bionome. Which was different than what he felt when living in L'manburg, and he liked this new feeling. He liked feeling safe. There was no way he would ever give that feelimg up. Not now. Not even.

"Are you alright?"

Techno's chest tightened as he heard Ranboo's voice, and he didn't move from his position. Techno didn't want anyone to see him like this, especially not Ranboo. It was Ranboo's fault! Techno was all upset and struggling because of this awkward enderman asshole! He annoyed Techno for that reason, and yet there were 1000 other reasons why Ranboo was so good. Techno's heart was set on getting attached to Ranboo no matter how afraid he was. It was inevitable. This tall lanky enderman boy was winning Techno's heart over just by being his nervous introverted self.

"Techno?"

Technoblade finally looked up from his lap and opened his eyes, finally getting his emotions under control. He cleared his throat a few times before holding his hand out to Ranboo, indicating he would give him a ride back. Ranboo hesitated a little but grabbed his hand and climbed up on Carl, behind Techno. Ranboo gently held the side of the saddle and Techno turned back to the house, both silent now. Techno's ears kept folding back slightly as he fought with himself mentally to say somethimg anout the figurines. Finally he decide and cleared his throat once.

"The gift is very well appreciated."

Techno cringed mentally as he heard himself speak. That sentence was absolute shit but it was the best he could do. Ranboo smiles gently and enjoys the attempted praise from Techno. It wasn't exactly an amazing one but it was Techno, so what do you expect.

"You're welcome."

"Yeah. I'll make sure they're taken care of it."

Techno grumbled and went silent after that, and Ranboo decided not to disturb his peace. Technoblade thought of the figurines that were in pocket and his ears folded back slightly. He wanted to put them up so they would never get hurt or lost but.... Techno wanted to keep them with him. For good luck. And maybe a memory of Ranboo. So just incase Ranboo did go away....

He would have this left of him.!

[secret-engima]

You Nox Au is so goooood!!!! Question! Any chance you could give us a little about Regis and Nox relationship?

Hiya! Ohhh absolutely! *cracks knuckles* hopefully this will be what you wanted, feel free to drop another ask with more specific questions if it isn’t:

-Very awkward at first. On both sides but for different reasons. Nox is awkward because- well- this is his DAD. The father he adores and learned DIED HORRIBLY while he was having a fun road trip and that the last thing he ever said to his dad was something kinda mouthy (not mean, but you know- teasing and flippant rather than “I love you” or something). Now he’s back in time and Regis is alive and well and HERE but Regis- Regis doesn’t KNOW HIM. To Regis he is a previously unknown son (a mistake? does his father see him as a mistake now?) with an unknown past and a Niflheim Uncle. So Nox really doesn’t know how to Deal. He WANTS to treat his Dad like his Dad but he also doesn’t want to look suspicious or get his heart shattered overstep his boundaries as the “new, illegitimate son” so for a while he keeps getting caught in this cycle of acting stiff and awkward while Regis tries his hardest to break down the barriers, then forgetting himself and acting normally (lovingly and confidently) around Regis only to remember himself and retreat again.

-For Regis, there’s a ... LOT of emotions going on behind his own behavior. A big one is guilt. Lots of it. He has a SON. A second, older, WONDERFUL son who he didn’t know existed until Nox was FIFTEEN and that son is COVERED IN SCARS and is underweight and generally has a Very Obvious Traumatic Backstory even though (especially because) he refuses to breathe a word about his life before Cid knew him/Regis met him. There’s also confusion and more than a little panic over the way Nox acts, because Regis can feel through their magic that Nox loves Regis a staggering (undeserved in Regis’s opinion) amount and yet- Nox is so skittish around him. Afraid and jumpy and constantly backpedalling every time Regis thinks they’re finally making headway in Building A Father-Son Relationship (which makes Regis assume he DID something to trigger the retreat, said something or implied something that reminded Nox of his past or made him feel unwelcome but Regis can’t figure out WHAT and it drives him bonkers). It’s like Nox is afraid to accept that Regis loves Nox just as much as Nox loves Regis. Like he’s AFRAID of Regis for some reason, something unnamed and deep and hurting. Something presumably put there by Nox’s mother’s husband and that on top of all his scars and Quiet Days and other things makes Regis want to HURT someone.

-Eventually though, and with much help from a semi-oblivious Noctis who has NO qualms forcing the two to interact via paying attention to him, the barriers between them start to ease. Nox stops retreating every time he catches himself opening up and acting like himself around Regis, Regis stops mentally crosschecking every sentence coming out of his mouth for fear of driving Nox away. It’s not the relationship Nox remembers as Noctis, it’s a little more tentative and weighted, but that’s okay. Regis starts to realize that Nox is ... incredibly smart and mature (and so self-sacrificing it’s alarming) and understands Regis’s occasional slip up and complaint about politics like he’s been there himself (he assumes it’s because Ardyn is the Chancellor and he taught his nephew about this stuff, not that Nox has been a literal king). Nox on the other hand learns that his father, who he always saw as so much larger than life and wiser and stronger than him is ... not really? He still respects his father, no doubts on that, but he also sees that his dad is ... well. Human. It’s a silly thing to not realize as fully as he does now, but there you go.

-The day Regis realizes Nox has been consistently calling him Dad instead of Regis for about a month is the day Regis cancels all his council meetings to go sit somewhere and be an Emotion.

-Once it’s fully settled, the relationship between these two is very comfortable and laidback. Nox is unafraid to be snarky or offer advice or even to be Quiet around Regis and Regis doesn’t walk on eggshells about Nox’s past or his status as the second son rather than Crown Prince. Regis dotes on Nox however he can, though this is less in the way he dotes on Noctis (with playtime and visits and presents) and more trusting Nox to Take Care of Himself if his eldest declares he needs to leave the Citadel for a few days and trusting that Nox will come to him for help or to talk if he needs it (though he does still absolutely lavish Nox in presents and spend as much time with him as possible because He Loves His Kids).

-Their only big points of contention are Regis Not Taking Care of Himself, Nox Not Taking Care of Himself, or Noctis’s Status as Chosen King. Because Regis thinks he’s keeping that a secret from Nox and at one point did start trying to “discreetly” train up Nox to replace Noctis as Crown Prince for when the Prophecy happened only for Nox to absolutely pick up on what was happening (because he’s lived the Prophecy and he both refuses to let it happen again and refuses to let Regis give up to “fate”) and flip his lid. That was like- the first and possibly last time Nox ever screamed at Regis. Genuinely, furiously, physically shaking the entire Citadel with his levels of magic, screamed at him. Regis was more than a little shocked, not just because Nox revealed he knew about the FULL prophecy (rather than the prettied up version the masses know) but also because he genuinely didn’t think Nox could ... get that ANGRY and LOUD (Nox is usually very laidback calm in the Citadel and when distressed tends to go Quiet and Brooding rather than screamingly furious). It took a while to resettle their relationship after that fight, but they worked it out, don’t worry.

-So like, in general, they have a very close, friendly, loving relationship as Dad and Son and they never doubt that the other loves them but sometimes Nox’s past (either the real thing on Nox’s end or what Regis thinks happened) or Regis’s duties as king/dad of the Chosen One still rise up and slaps them both in the face.

-For a more fluffy ending note, their two favorite bonding activities are fishing (often with Noctis tagging along) or curling up on the plushy study armchairs and reading (usually historical accounts/historical fiction but also some poetry and fantasy too). And because I firmly HC that Regis is the Secretly Eos’s Biggest History Nerd, Regis and Nox get into lively and friendly debates over random facts of history and the lives of the Old Kings and Queens. Regis thinks that some of the stuff Nox “theorizes” is pretty hilariously out there (Nox just smiles and lets Regis win those debates, since he’s never going to tell his dad about the Crystal’s memories and honestly, if he hadn’t lived it through the Crystal’s magic, Nox wouldn’t believe that the Rogue spent a week hiding in a traveling circus either).