#tw rsd

[crush-echoes]

i dont know if anyone actually likes me

it doesnt feel like they do

everyone seems so close to each other

what if theyre talking about me

do they hate me

[biting-miguel-ohara]

Holiday Blues - Wade Wilson x bunny mutant!Reader x Logan Howlett

A/N: *deep breath in; deep breath out* there are so many things about this fic that I despise. I want to put so many disclaimers about bad writing or sloppy endings or heavy angst. But I said I’d post it if there was interest so here we are. However, THIS IS NOT MY BEST WORK!!! I really just wrote it as a way to channel my anxiety, so if it’s shitty or just bad I won’t be surprised

No taglist for this one

Reader is vaguely implied to be ftm trans during one paragraph of the fic. But it also can be read as a cis male!Reader too

There are a lot of internalized feelings in this, some toxic masculinity, and other uncomfy things. Please read all the warnings and take them seriously before reading

Also, very important. While it’s never directly stated in the fic, I wrote this Reader based off my experiences with RSD (Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria). However, there’s a lot more going on with me than just that, so I do have to say this is only indicative of my experiences, not experiences with this as a whole. Other things may have crept in as well, simply by the nature of basing this off of me

CW: Reader is dating both Logan and Wade; Reader loves the holidays; Reader comes from a family with holiday traditions; Logan comes off as a bit rude, but it’s for reasons I don’t elaborate on; Reader is a bunny mutant; Reader is sensitive to rejection; Reader spirals fast in this; angst; anxiety; panic; hiding; Reader is hit with a lot of emotions all at once; negative thought spirals; internalized emotions; toxic masculinity moments; crying; humiliation; shame; guilt; Reader’s family is mentioned as a guilt trip; comfort seeking; more shame; there’s lots of shame in this one; prey instincts contributing to the negativity; hugging; comfort; problems are not addressed; Reader bounces back fast; Wade gets Reader’s brain; Wade has implied mental health issues as well; soft moments; quick ending; mild allusions to sexy things; god this reads so bad; okay, here are my disclaimers: bad writing, vent writing, fast-paced writing, sudden ending, and highly-charged emotional states from the Reader

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It’s no secret among your boyfriends that you love the holidays. Any chance you can get you’re constantly hanging up decorations, planning parties, and preparing food,

It’s some of the few times a year you truly come alive when doing something. It’s your time of the year. Holidays have always been your thing.

It’s tradition, from growing up in your burrow. Everyone would help out, making the holidays a time of family fun and chaos and celebration.

So when you come home to Wade decorating your apartment, you immediately want to help. You’ve barely taken off your sweater before you’re bouncing up to him. “What can I do?”

He gives you a grin, gesturing to the kitchen. “Ask Wolvie. He’s been baking all day.”

It both excites and confuses you. You’re not hosting any parties or going to an event today. So what’s going on?

Still, you head into the kitchen. Logan’s working on a pie, carefully making a beautiful lattice of crust on top.

You place a kiss on his cheek. “Can I help?”

“Ask Wade.”

His answer is short. Quick. To the point. Almost brusque even. You know he’s just concentrating, but it still makes you falter. “Um… alright.”

You head back to Wade, but he just gives you a shrug. “Sorry, handsome, but I think we got it.”

You stand there for a moment before nodding and heading into the bedroom.

You sit on the bed, staring at your hands. Normally, you’d just brush off their responses and find something else to do. But it’s the holidays. You’re supposed to be out there helping.

Their rejection of your help hurts more than you care to admit.

But it’s stupid. It’s just decorations and food. They’ve got it all covered.

You try to tell yourself that, but the hurt still wells up in your chest. You can feel it rising, making your breathing quicken. You grip one of your bunny ears, stroking it in an attempt to calm yourself down. It’s what Wade always does.

Maybe you did something to offend them? Or maybe they were trying to surprise you and you ruined it by coming home early?

You try to think of anything and everything as a reason for their dismissals. It has to be something. It has to be.

Anxiety spikes in your chest and you burrow under the covers. It feels comforting, like you’re back in your home warren for a moment. You curl into a ball, tucking your knees to your chest.

You count your breaths, struggling to slow the beat of your heart. But it’s no real use. The wave of emotions is already here. It crashes into you, drowning you in reasons why and what you did wrong. Over and over, your thoughts spiral.

Your eyes prickle, but you refuse to cry. The only thing worse than feeling like this is having Wade and Logan think you’re dumb for it. You’re a man. You can handle it.

You press your palms to your eyes, but the wetness still seeps out. You can handle it. You can handle it. You can handle it.

You don’t sob. Thankfully. You just cry in silence. Stuttered breaths in and out. In and out. It feels humiliating. You, crying while your boyfriends decorate.

You should be better than this. You should be better than this now. What would your family think if they saw you crying instead of celebrating?

That thought only adds to the shame in your chest and you scrunch up even tighter. You’re not some dumb flopsy bunny anymore. You’re a rabbit. A man. Crying is for flopsy bunnies.

The thoughts continue. Eventually, your silent crying turns to soft hiccups. Your tears dry up, leaving your eyes puffy and itchy.

You don’t get up until you hear the timer ringing in the kitchen. Logan’s pie is done. You can smell it. Apple. Your favorite.

Slowly, you uncurl yourself. You crawl out from beneath the blankets. You change into a pair of boxers and one of Wade’s sweaters. Your comfort outfit. You know it’ll be a tell that something’s wrong, but you need the safety of the fabric.

You open the door to the bedroom and shuffle out. No Wade. You hear him in the kitchen.

You take a moment to use the bathroom. To stare dully at your reflection in the mirror and splash water on your face to try and reduce the puffiness. It… sort of works.

Wade’s knock on the door has you startling. “Oh, bunny boy! Dinner’s ready!”

You flinch, curling into yourself a little. They’re gonna know you were crying. They’re gonna know you were upset over something so stupid. They’re gonna think you’re dumb.

You’re shaking as you open the door. You know it’s your prey instincts. Programmed to carry you away, to keep you safe from any harm. But that doesn’t make it feel any better.

Wade blinks at you as you emerge. His whole body seems to soften. “Hey… What’s wrong?”

He’s always so soft with you whenever you’re upset. Occasionally silly, but so soft. Sometimes you love it. Right now it just makes the pit of guilt in your chest bigger.

“Nothing…” you mumble.

He frowns, but pulls you into a hug. It helps. It loosens the ball of shame, slowly soothing it apart. You take a deep breath and hug him back.

“Everything alright?” Logan, from the kitchen doorway.

You think Wade gives him a look, or maybe he just picks up on the clothes you’re wearing. Either way, you’re enfolded in another set of arms.

“Hey, bunny. What’s wrong?” Logan’s often gentle too. It helps you relax the last bit of the way, the knot in your chest finally unraveling.

“Just… my brain…” You’re now more embarrassed than anything. Why would they think you’re dumb? They’ve always been understanding and loving, especially with you.

Wade strokes one of your bunny ears, the action immediately calming your frayed emotions. Bringing back your peace of mind. “Being a bully again, huh?”

You nod.

Logan rubs your back, his touch gentler than normal. “Was it something we said?”

Damn his perceptiveness. You were hoping to get out of this without an explanation.

You sigh and rest your forehead on Wade’s shoulder. “I just… I wanna help too…”

There’s a moment of silence, then Wade hums. “You can wrap the gift I got Wolvie. It was supposed to be a surprise, but it’s the last thing to do.”

It’s almost embarrassing how quickly your entire self perks up at the idea. You grin, already straightening up. “You mean it? I can help?”

Logan chuckles while Wade matches your grin. “Absolutely, handsome! But first…”

He takes your hands and gives them a squeeze. “Let’s eat. You’ll feel much better once you have food in you. The surprise can wait for later.”

Logan agrees and you give in quickly.

Dinner goes by fast and soon you’re in the bedroom again, this time with a box and gift wrap in your hands. You focus on wrapping the present as Wade sits on the bed. Logan’s busy with food clean up, bustling away in the kitchen.

“We'll always love you,” Wade says, startling you from your task. You look up at him. “What?”

“Whatever your brain says while you’re upset. It’s not true.” He looks at you intently. “We love you.”

You swallow and look down. With anyone else, you’d protest. But you know him. You know him. He’s speaking more than just to comfort you right now.

“I love you too,” you say quietly. “Even on your bad days, I love you too.”

His shoulders relax but his gaze stays on you. He doesn’t say anything more though. He just watches you. It’s a little intimidating, but you let him.

You finish wrapping the box and place a nice big bow on the top. “Done.”

Wade smiles. His expression soft once more. It relieves a burden off your shoulders in some way. Some lingering guilt or whatever weighing you down.

You love him. He loves you. He doesn’t have to say it for you to know he gets your mind almost as well as you do. He struggles with his brain too.

You hold out the box to him, a silent acknowledgment of each other in the air. He takes it, leaning in to press a kiss to your forehead. “You’re adorable in my sweater, you know that?”

It pulls a laugh out of you, lightening the air. “Yeah. I know. Why do you think I wear it all the time?”

He smiles. “Careful, buns. You know how your sassiness gets me going.”

You roll your eyes and grin. “Yeah, yeah.”

You eye the wrapped box in his hands, a spark of curiosity in your mind. “What’s in there anyway? And what’re we celebrating in the first place?”

Wade smirks. “We’re celebrating us. And this?” He shakes the box a little. “This is for later. Consider it my gift to you and Wolvie.”

Celebrating us. The idea warms you like nothing else. Nothing else seems to matter except that. They planned a small thing just to celebrate you and them.

You lean in and kiss Wade. “Thank you. For all of it.”

He softens despite himself, his smile turning warm. “Hey, don’t thank me yet. Wolvie still hasn’t opened his gift yet. Thank me then.”

But he seems to understand. For a moment. Before he smacks your ass lightly and points towards the kitchen. “Let’s go, buns. The Readers and Wolvie can’t wait for the ending forever.”

You blink, but don’t question his words. He’ll explain eventually. For now, you’re just ready to enjoy some pie and find out what’s in Wade’s gift.

After all, knowing him, it’s probably something raunchy. And you could do with something a little stronger than cuddles.

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

How Might Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria Show Up

Neurodivergent_lou

[therapeutic007]

🌼 Tiny Steps to Start Healing

1. Try Small Asks Ask a barista for an extra napkin. Text a friend to hang out. Start with things that won’t shatter your heart if they don’t happen.

2. Expect a “No” (and Be Okay with It) This sounds scary, I know. But rejection isn’t a dead end—it’s a redirection. Every "no" gets you closer to the right "yes."

3. Celebrate Every Try Whether someone says yes or no, you asked. That’s a big deal. Seriously, give yourself credit for putting yourself out there.

4. Be Kind to Yourself After every rejection, take a breath. Remind yourself, “I’m enough, even if this didn’t work out.” Write it down if you need to.

💕 You’re More Than Your Fears

You are not defined by who says yes or no to you. You’re defined by your courage, your kindness, and the way you keep showing up for yourself. Rejection doesn’t make you less lovable, less worthy, or less you.

The Best Workbook to Start With 🌷

(Share this with someone who needs to hear it, because we’re all a little tender sometimes 💌)

[1h4v3th3m00n]

I hate having rsd so much

[sillywabbits]

~Belated Elations 💞💫

A little something I've been working on off/on that took me an embarrassingly long amount of time to finish fjfjfj It encompasses elements that personally resonate with me like RSD, self worth, and body positivity that I want to explore in the self-hug fanfic that hasn't quite left my head yet. But I'll get there~❤️

-Reblogs genuinely appreciated, but no pressure!! ❤️ Thanks for looking! 💘💫

[fandomsoda]

/gen free for anyone to use if they also happen to need it, don’t need to credit me

[sparrow-the-tired-lesbian]

having RSD is accidentally drinking half of someone’s slushee thinking it was yours and when they come back and say “that’s mine lol” you feel like a horrible person and want to start crying

[desastre-fag]

i just think its really cool (not) that i told ppl i think i have rsd and nothing about the way we interact changed :D

[reddit-007]

Overcome RSD-ADHD The Workbook Here

[crush-echoes]

no matter what, i constantly get excluded, maybe i should just give up on trying to be worth anything to people

[therpistlr]

"The RSD Storm"

It hits like a wave, a tidal despair, a single "no" and I’m no longer there.

My chest caves in, my thoughts spin wild, rejection’s a monster that feels like a child.

"They hate me," I whisper, "I’m too much, too loud," a spiral of shame wrapped in a shroud.

I armor my heart, I hide and I flee, but the storm still finds me— it’s RSD.

What if I paused, just for a breath, to question the lies that whisper my death?

What if I learned to sit with the pain, to let it all pass like a storm in the rain?

A Guide Through the Storm: If this poem feels like your story, know you’re not alone. The "Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria Workbook" on Amazon is a practical tool to help you navigate the emotional whirlwind of RSD, rebuild relationships, and find peace within yourself.

📖 Check it out here: The Rejection Sensitive Dysphoria Workbook

[my-autism-adhd-blog]

RSD can show up as...

Second guessing yourself, or people pleasing at your expense

Frequently asking, "Are you mad at me?"

Heavily focusing on perceived rejection or checking for rejection

Cutting off friends, family and peers to avoid rejection

Swinging between heightened emotion to emotional numbness

Reframing Autism

Autism

RSD

[quintessenceofdust88]

RSD is an awful thing bc, out of nowhere, you are sure people don't care about you even though you rationally know that's not true

Like I'm telling my brain 'girl chill maybe ppl are just quiet today' and he answers back with 'naaah, they're talking, just not to you'

And yeah. Not fun.

[therapeutic007]

Sometimes, it feels like everything is just building up, and I’m drowning in it. The smallest things that shouldn’t even matter seem to knock me down. I just want to get through one day without feeling like I’m losing the plot. It's like everything is too loud in my head, all the time. The constant pressure, the feeling of never quite being good enough, of trying so hard but never really getting there. And then, when you finally think you've made a little progress, something happens that just takes it all away.

Why is it that the world seems to operate in a way that ignores your struggles until you can’t handle it anymore? And if you try to talk about it, you’re just met with advice that sounds so hollow. Like, "just take it easy"—as if that’s the magic fix. If it were that simple, I wouldn't be here feeling like I am.

Is it too much to ask for just one day where I don’t feel this weight hanging over me? Just a little bit of peace without the constant second-guessing, the emotional exhaustion, the fear that I’m somehow never going to be good enough. I know I’m doing my best, but it never feels like enough. I just want to breathe without feeling like I’m doing everything wrong. _______ If you really want to work on yourself in order to get rid of the sensitivity of rejection, highly recommend the rsd-adhd journal by wagner philips available on amazon

[1h4v3th3m00n]

Does anyone else hate being left on read like I genuinely feel so fucking terrible when I get that like what have I done do you hate me are you exhausted of my existence (aimed at guy who's not on here btw he was on whatsapp)