I Need A Plague's Tale: Requiem Fanfiction With The Whole Ending Being Rewritten. Someone Needs To Heal

I need a Plague's Tale: Requiem fanfiction with the whole ending being rewritten. Someone needs to heal the depression it gave me.

Please.

The anon who asked for AvPD! :) Indeed these two are similar. So I’ll add some of my experience with it? :)

S/O mostly stays at home, reading about psychology, it’s just something interesting to them in a way… they don’t actually have friends and perhaps when Wesker is harsh with his words that she’s mostly at home, she doesn’t take kindly, closes the door in front of his face and stays in the room, crying?

Sorry for some English mistakes 😅 (if there are any)

It's published ;)

Privacy - Albert Wesker x reader

Request: I hope this is okay by you, I’d like to request for Albert Wesker x reader that has avoidant personality disorder, and despite it being a challenge, they still want to study psychology? :) I’ve seen you do BPD one tho so feel free to deny this one! Thank you :)

Warning: none

Disclaimer: English isn't my native language (I'm french), so you can correct me if you spot somes mistakes :)

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Having Avoidant Personality Disorder was no fun at all and that’s why you interested Wesker.

Let me explain: Wesker doesn't like when his s/o has many friends, it’s harder to manipulate you. The fact you’re mostly staying at home, having no friends and being sensitive is perfect. You’re making his job easier. At first, he doesn’t know you have a disorder, he just thinks you have anxiety, you’re shy and maybe have trust issues.

But at some point, he’s gonna notice you’re easily hurt by criticism, which is a problem since Albert loves when everything is perfect. He doesn’t always have filter when he speaks.

But at some point, you were too often at home, only studying with your psychology books and that pissed him off. Why? First, at some point, you could understand he’s a manipulative bitch. Second, he can’t hide all the terrible things he does.

One day, he killed one of his scientists. The guy was about to betray him, to give his positions either to the BSAA or the DSO. He made a mess with that guy and even if he cleaned himself in the labs, he came home really late, with his clothes in a bag. When you heard the door of your home being opened, you joined him, but frowned when you smelled that slight ferrous scent… 

“Albert… What is that..?”

“Not your business, Y/N.” he groaned as he walked to the bathroom. But you were so worried about him. You followed him, not understanding what was happening. Your heartbeat quickened.

“Albert…” you tried again.

“What do you want?! I told you it wasn’t your problem. You’re always here and I can’t even have some privacy! Can’t you just have a life and go out from time to time?!”

His words were harsh. Like a blade piercing your heart. It felt like falling from a cliff. 

Tears fogged your eyes, while your hands trembled. You shook your head and ran to your bedroom…

“Y/N, wait!”

…where you locked yourself in to make sure he didn't come in. Technically, he could break in, but you knew he wouldn't. You threw yourself onto your soft bed, as tears streamed down your face. You burst into tears, as he made your heart burst without mercy. You knew that Albert was a hard man, demanding, not easy to live with, but you didn't think he would spit those difficult words in your face. You always tried to be perfect, in fear of disappointing him, and now he saw you as a nuisance... You were lost and didn't know what to do.

Two weeks ago, he blamed you for acting awkwardly in public, but what he didn’t seem to understand is that social interactions with people around you makes you uncomfortable. Actually, you were self-conscious in social situations, afraid to embarrass yourself. Even worse, your poor self-image doesn't help at all.

Wesker knocked on the door, feeling guilty about what he said to you. 

He rarely felt this way, but he loved you and he knew that spewing nastiness like this could only damage your relationship. He let out a sigh and scratched the back of his neck, looking for the right words...

"Honey, open the door, please."

You didn't answer, too absorbed in the pain. Lately, Albert had begun to understand that something was wrong, and he was suspicious. You could have just gotten mad at him or taken it out on yourself, but instead, you had burst into tears... The realization hit him hard. Of course, you had Avoidant Personality Disorder and he was so focused on his projects that he didn’t see that.

"Y/N, open the door. I apologize, I was really stupid and mean. Now open up, we need to talk. I know you have Avoidant Personality Disorder and it’s okay. It doesn't change how I feel about you..." he sighed.

He knew you would eventually come out to have a talk with him. He was going to reassure you and... continue to manipulate you, obviously.

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I hope this is okay by you, I’d like to request for Albert Wesker x reader that has avoidant personality disorder, and despite it being a challenge, they still want to study psychology? :) I’ve seen you do BPD one tho so feel free to deny this one! Thank you :)

Hey! I'm a afraid it will be too similar to the Bipolar Personality Disorder one. So, if you have more details to give me or something, you can talk to me in private to see what I can do 😊

hi! Can I request Wesker x female reader where they get in a fight and Wesker says something hurtful (something that really affects and hurts the reader), reader storms out and Wesker later realizes his mistake and goes find her and apologizes? Thank you In advance 💝

Hey! It kinda looks like what I wrote for my work called "Privacy" with Albert too, so it would be kinda similar and I don't have many ideas for this 🥺

Heavy on The Heart

Pairing: Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: Since the fall, the readers been struggling with her mental health and, given the state of the world, there's not a lot of resources for them. But they didn't have Joel when it first fell, now they do.

Warnings: Mental health struggles, sadness, angst but happyish ending.

Word Count: 1.2k

A/n: There was a need for this character apparently so I decided to take it upon myself and write it for the lovely @causeimhappinesss!

On days like these, the world just seems bleaker than other days.

Its the feeling of water in my lungs when I first wake up, a gasping, clearing my throat, uncomfortable feeling that sits in the front of my mind- clear your throat one more time, y/n, it'll go away. But it never does. Instead it gets worse, travels from your heart to your lungs, your life devoted muscle pumping suddenly at the speed of life and banging against your ribs.

Between the drowning feeling and the motorboat running rampant in my chest, it's like a can't breathe, can't afford to get out of bed because it'll just get worse with every step away from my bed that I take.

I know that Joel will be coming soon, picking me up so we can go on runs for the low life's of the city, trading worthless things for things that could eventually help us get to Tommy, to get to safety. But the thought of seeing him makes me want to cry and the thought of having to put a brave face on and fake being completely and utterly miserable and anxious- it makes me more miserable and more anxious.

The knock on my door has me rolling away from it, deciding to face the window instead so the first thing Joel sees aren't the dark bags beneath my eyes and the scowl on my lips. Our frowns will at least match.

He steps into my apartment, I can hear the thick boots thudding against the wood floor until he enters my room cautiously, fingers rapping against the wall as he clears his throat. I give him a simple hum of acknowledgment and my heart begins to beat faster as I watch him step around the bed, eyes finally meeting mine.

"Hey." He whispers, sitting down beside me on the bed with a simple tilt of his head, looking over me with a soft, worried expression. "You okay?" He asks and he reaches out to rest his hand on my hip through the blanket, just his touch makes me want to fold into myself and cry.

"Not feeling up to the run today." I mutter with a tremble, my lip shaking as a cold sweat shines on my body. "You and Tess can go without me." I wave him off, pulling my blanket further up onto my shoulders as I snuggle further into the safety of my bed, wishing nothing but to sink into my mattress completely.

"What're you feelin'?" He asks, leg bouncing nervously.

"I don't want to talk about it." My once sad mood turns sour and I begin to feel angry at Joel for asking me so many questions and it makes me more angry to be angry at Joel for no reason. He doesn't know any better, he's just worried but for some reason by brain chooses to be annoyed by his affection that he rarely shows in the first place.

"Okay." He nods sternly but there's a sense of disapproval in his eyes as he gazes down at me. "But you can," he pauses, rubbing circles into my hip with a soft smile, "talk about it, I mean."

"I know, Joel." I sigh, clutching the blankets to me as I sit up, his eyes suddenly widening at my sudden closeness. His arm adjusts, wrapping around my waist to keep me propped up against him, my fingers busying themselves with messing with the buttons on his jacket. "Sometimes I just wake up and have this elephant sitting on my chest. Especially when I think about leaving the apartment. I just wanna stay here." I let out a sign of relief at my own confession, happy that I had the guts to actually admit it to him of all people. We're not the biggest on feeling things, especially with each other. "It's just hard to exist when the worlds like this."

"You're scaring me." He says suddenly, his voice dropping an octave or two at the fear in my own voice.

"I'll be okay." I smile sadly. "Think I'm in an anxious funk."

"You sound fuckin' depressed." He laughs sadly, reaching up to brush some hair from my eyes, thumb lingering against my cheekbone as I just give him a simple shrug, not knowing what to say.

"Don't make fun of me." I tease and I reach out to shove him playfully.

"I'm not, I promise." He whispers, my whole body relaxing into his touch and the way his eyes look over me, as if I'm protected just by his affectionate, caring, worried gaze. "I'll tell Tess to go at it alone. I'll stay here with you." He goes to get up but I reach out to grab his hand in mine, suddenly feeling a bit of a pep to my step as I begin to think about a day at home with Joel, all to myself.

"Yeah?" I ask with a sigh of relief.

"You seem excited." He chuckles, patting my cheek before making his way to his feet, backing up slowly. "Hold your horses, Tess is out in the hallway. Let me go tell her, alright?" He offers with his hands up in surrender and I nod, sitting with my hands folded in my lap but he gives me a firm gesture to rest. "Lay down."

"I'll wait for you." I nod, falling back onto the bed to get comfortable once more, watching until Joel is out of my sight and I can hear them talking out in the hallway.

I can only imagine how this makes me look in Tess's eyes, maybe weak, stupid, the lesser woman, but I can't find it in me to care when I know that I'll have Joel with me, all day, taking care of me and making sure I get through the day.

"Thank you." I tell Joel when he comes back and he's smiling at me with a cute tilt of his head.

"For?" He grunts an old man grunt as he slides down into the bed beside me, holding an arm out to me so I can slide into his side, curving my body against his and I lay my head on his chest, finally back where I've belonged for days.

"Caring about me." I draw circles on his skin through his flannel, ignoring the heat that's rising to my cheeks.

"Don't gotta thank me." He whispers against my hairline and tugs me further against himself, clinging onto me like I matter to do. Because I do. "I care for you like I think about breathing-I don't think, I just do."

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