What Led To Scruffy!Reader's Bipolar Diagnosis? Any Specific Event That Happened ?

What led to scruffy!Reader's bipolar diagnosis? Any specific event that happened ?

"Oracle?"

"What's up?" Babs asked half turning in her chair to look at him, "Can you pull up Y/N's location?"

"Why?" she asked, already typing.

"I- we- I just want to know where she is. She was pretty mad at me when she left my apartment and she won't pick up the phone."

"Jason."

"Please?" It's how small his voice is that does it. How unnerved he looks. You always answer- even if it's a text to ask him what the fuck he wants.

Barbara starts typing, tracking where you'd been through places that your phone had pinged and frowned. "Over on 82nd... Looks like an Alley?"

"That's not- it's 4am," Jason said, "God-"

"I'll start calling hospitals," Barbara said. "I'm sure it's not-"

"She told me she wasn't on drugs," he said, his voice hardly a whisper. "She told me-"

"It might not BE that," Barbara reminded him. "She could have lost her phone, or it was taken."

Jason shook his head and turned, going to see if anyone would help him look for you. In his mind's eye he could see you. Talking a mile a minute. Like you couldn't keep up with the thoughts in his head. Everything was rushed. Some of it was just straight-up delusional, telling him that you were going to find god but you had to sell your guitar for a bus ticket? Because you had to go to Tacoma? And then telling him God wasn't real but you still had to look because it was the only way to finish school? And then asking him to take you to get ice cream. He couldn't even REMEMBER all the things you said. But he could remember the fury. How Angry you got when he asked you what you took. And it made his stomach turn.

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When the nurse came back to the desk, Jason bolted to his feet and Bruce put a hand on his shoulder to steady him, "Is she-"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Wayne," she said, "She said she doesn't want to see anyone."

"But-" Jason started to protest. You had to see him. He had to talk to you. He had to know.

The nurse could only shake her head, "She was adamant," the woman said.

Bruce nodded, "Can you at least tell us she's okay?"

The nurse weighed her options and held up a finger, gesturing for them to wait before pulling a file and rifling through it quickly. "There's a release form in here for Jason-"

"That's me," Jason blurted, "Can you- what even happened how-"

The nurse sighed, "Someone called dispatch about a woman walking barefoot by the side of the road in shorts and a t-shirt. Said she was really friendly, just said she was lost and not sure how to get home. Her feet were pretty cut up. And it was cold out. So a beat cop picked her up and dropped her off at General. She was delusional and exhausted. Dehydrated. And so they put her on a 72-hour hold."

"Jesus," Jason breathed.

"But," the nurse said, "She IS safe. And she's gotten a little sleep."

"Will you tell her," Jason exhaled slowly, "Tell her I'll be here to take her home?"

The nurse smiled a little. Placating him. "Of course."

And Jason nods, turning and walking out the doors, leaving Bruce to smooth things over. To tell the nurse to call him directly if there was anything you needed. Because Jason can't breathe. He can't think. He feels like he's gonna be sick.

You needed him. You came to him because you were struggling. And he basically just... Shut you out.

"Jason," Bruce said softly, "You couldn't have-"

"I could have not accused her of being high," Jason snorted. "I could have helped-"

"You don't know that," Bruce said carefully. "Just- wait until you talk to her?"

"Yeah," Jason sighed. "Probably a good idea... What the fuck happened to her shoes? She was wearing shoes when left."

since today is jason’s birthday, could we have a soft scruffy!verse drabble abt reader getting him a small meaningful gift (maybe something in relation to their childhood??) and giving him a kiss on the cheek? 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

"Hey Y/N," Dick yelled, "Are you coming? "

"Yeah just a second!" You half turn and dig through your bag, hoping the package is still intact.

It had been a long day, what with being kidnapped and all on what was supposed to be a quick trip home.

And when you looked up, having found it intact, tucked safely in the pocket where you'd tucked it that morning you smile before holding it out to Jason insistently.

"I said I didn't want-"

"And I ignored you. Now stop being a baby and open it," you order, mock glaring at him.

"Y/N-"

"Come on, you chicken. I promise it's not that interesting."

"It doesn't look big enough to be something that bites," he allowed, taking it and looking away. Cheeks heating. He really wished his family OF DETECTIVES could be more discreet about watching the goings on. But out of the corner of his eye, Steph and Cass are practically vibrating with glee. Over your right shoulder Tim looks like he's watching an experiment. And just slightly up the steps he knows Bruce and Alfred are probably trying to plan an engagement party. And you don't even like him like that.

It's a little humiliating if he's honest. But he can't tell you 'no'. Not when you look at him like that. All wide eyed and grinning at him. So he ripped the brown paper off carefully and for just a moment. His heart stuttered.

"You would remember that," he said smiling a little, as he looked down at the copy of The Once and Future King. It's a discarded library copy, and out of curiosity he paused. Flipping to the slot where a paper card would be, only for his heart to ache.

This wasn't just a copy you'd picked up at a library fundraiser. This was THE copy. The one he borrowed so many times that he knew every creased page like he knew the scars on his knees.

His untidy little kid handwriting- like finding a message in a bottle. And at the bottom- his mom's handwriting. He'd almost forgotten what it looked like. But as he traced his finger over it all he can do it blink at you for a second.

What fuckery you'd pulled to find it, he didn't know. But he doesn't know what to say.

And he's even more at a loss for words when you stand on his toes to kiss his cheek, "Happy Birthday, Jaybird."

As he stands there with his cheeks burning and his chest aching, feeling like an idiot for not saying anything all he can do is tuck the book into his jacket pocket, and try not to regret not kissing you stupid.

Kit Walker kisses your belly good morning and good night, hello and goodbye every day for your entire pregnancy. he holds you tight in his arms, palms flat on your back and waist, and presses a big smooch to your lips, then one to your belly. he addresses you as his two favorite people, his sweethearts, his babies. Kit presses kisses into your neck while he rubs his hands on your belly, astounded at the life you have growing inside it, the life you made together. Kit rubs your shoulders when they get stiff and makes you tea before bed. he insists you sit down and rest as often as possible, and has a newfound appreciation for everything you do to make your house into a warm inviting home, even more than he did before. Kit reads books on childcare every night before bed, and probably knows as much as you do if not more by now. Kit takes you to all your doctor's appointments, he hasn't missed one and he doesn't plan on it. Kit helps you decorate the nursery just like you planned, down to every last detail. The ceiling trim, the curtains, the way he arranged the toys, even the color of the woodstain on the rocking chair are all exactly like you wanted. He saw how many long hours you put into planning it out, and he's determined to execute it to the nines. It paid off, the nursery is both your favorite room in the whole house. Sometimes he walks around there while you're asleep, making sure it's as perfect as he left it last time (it always is). He looks through the toys, wondering how they'll change with age and love, looks through the books, figuring out what order to read them all to your baby. he grabs one or two to read now for practice, so he can get all the voices right by the time baby is here. you wake up from your nap to find him close by, reading Beatrix Potter stories softly to himself, to your baby. he keeps glancing up once in a while at your belly, hoping junior can hear him in there. once you're up he kisses you, then kisses your baby, just like he always does. Kit Walker is so excited to be a dad, so excited for you to be parents, and he wouldn't want to do it with anyone else.

Don't Make Me Say It Again. (x.t)

Pairing: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!Addams!Reader

Summary: blurb! xavier is close to snapping when you don't realize what he has been hinting.

Warnings: mutual pining, fluff

a/n: okay, another one before i go torture myself in actually reading my textbook that i haven't picked up in weeks.

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“Shouldn’t you be with your sister?” Xavier questioned as you tied on your apron.

“No, she wanted to work at pilgrim world for some odd reason. I would rather die than dress up as a colonist,” you informed the boy.

“That doesn’t surprise me.”

“Hey, Y/N! Need a hand?” Tyler called out from behind the counter as you and Xavier cleaned the tables.

“Already got one,” you replied back pointing to Thing wiping the table.

“I thought I told you and your sister that he was bad news,” Xavier whispered to you as he reached over to grab a mug on your side of the table.

“Twice actually, but I couldn’t care less about him. Wait. Enlighten me,” you turned to face him.

That was when you noticed how close you two actually were. Though you were standing around a foot away from each other, it was concerning how he seemed to step closer to talk.

“It happened last Outreach Day. I was working on a mural for the town then he and his friends come up and start attacking me. They destroyed the mural and left me with bruised ribs. People like him don’t like people like us,” he explained.

“Hm.”

“It’s not like you would care anyways, right?” Xavier scoffed walking off to the next table.

“It seems like he’s changed, quiter softer now, which is disappointing,” you admitted as you followed Xavier. “Why do you care so much if I talk to him though?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Why would I kid?” you blanked.

“Open your eyes, Y/N! I have been here on your side this entire time, and you still don’t get it?” Xavier snapped banging the table with the tub full of plates and mugs taking a step closer to you. “Sometimes it’s unbelievable how little empathy you have for others.”

“Xavier,” you breathed out taking a step back.

“I like you, Y/n. What do I have to do for you to see that?” he followed in taking a step closer.

“You know I don’t actually like Tyler, right? You might be an imbecile and infuriating but-” you hinted.

“Really know how to make a guy blush,” he let out a small laugh.

“It’s the attributes I like about you though,” you muttered under your breath.

“What was that?” he mocked.

“Don’t make me say it again,” you deadpanned looking down on the floor avoiding his gaze.

“No, I don’t think I heard you the first time,” he joked he lifted your chin with his hand. “What did you say?”

“I’m not saying it again.”

“You gonna let me kiss you?”

“Depends,” you answered.

He moved his hand from your chin to the back of your neck pulling you into a kiss. You found yourself kissing him back wrapping your arms around his neck. You could feel him smile into the kiss. You didn’t kow how long you to stayed there for until you heard a cough behind you.

“Seems like you’ve had fun working,” Wednesday said unimpressed as she pulled you away from Xavier. In which he just laughed as you tried to get your arm out of Wednesday’s grip.

"Wednesday, why do you always have to grab the same arm," you whined as she dragged you out.

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☆ A SECOND CHANCE (JAMES MARCH X READER. ft KAI)

PART 1 // PART 2// PART 3// PART 4 // PART 5 // PART 6 + EPILOGUE  

☆  WHAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN (BUT NEVER WAS) [JAMES P MARCH X READER] 

☆ NEAR, FAR, WHEREVER YOU ARE (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) 

☆ FANFICTION (JAMES P. MARCH X READER)

☆ JAMES PATRICK MARCH X ACE!READER

☆ THE DEVIL’S SMILE (KAI ANDERSON X READER) -SMUT-

☆ KIT DOESN’T SHARE (KIT WALKER X READER) (SMUT)

☆ INSIDE THE BLACK CLOSET (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ DINNER TIME (JAMES P. MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ THE THINGS YOU DO FOR AN EMMY (AUSTIN SOMMERS X GN!READER) SMUT

☆ JUST AN AUTOGRAPH (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER) SMUT

☆ YOU CAN ALWAYS BE BETTER (AUSTIN SOMMERS, JAMES MARCH)

☆ THE SUN AND THE SHOOTING STAR (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ THIS KIND OF LOVE DOES NOT APPEAR IN BOOKS (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ ANOTHER DAY (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ AT THE OPERA (JAMES MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ HAMMOCKS, SLIDES AND MCDONALD’S (JAMES MARCH X READER)

☆ THE SOMMERS METHOD (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER) SMUT

☆ THE EVANS ON TUMBLR (HC)

☆ SHARING IS CARING (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER X RORY MONAHAN) SMUT

☆ WHAT A GLORIOUS FEELING (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆ A FANTASY (KAI ANDERSON X READER)

☆ EXQUISITE DESSERT (JAMES MARCH X READER) SMUT

☆ A CHANCE TO LIVE (TATE LANGDON X READER)

☆ THAT HALLOWEEN (RORY MONAHAN X READER)

☆ THE EVANS: HUNGER GAMES EDITION

☆ BEING IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH KYLE COULD INCLUDE (KYLE SPENCER X READER)

☆ BECAUSE I’M NOT HER (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆  DANCING WITH THE EVANS

☆ THE EVANS: WHEN TIME IS SHORT (SMUT)

☆ THE EVANS: NECK KISSES (Deleted)

☆ UPTOWN GIRL (JIMMY DARLING X READER)

☆ ALWAYS TOGETHER (AUSTIN SOMMERS X READER)

☆ THE HORN OF PLENTY (THE EVANS) HUNGER GAMES AU:

TATE -

☆ THE EVANS: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

☆ THE EVANS SUPPORTING YOU

ETERNITY (KAI X READER)

MASTERLIST HALLOWEEN 2021 -

okay hear me out again.

needy and angry tate langdon. quick fucking in a corner of the house.

"Tate...wait.. my dad is in the next roo-....gh.." you try to articulate as tate speed up his wild thrusts, his warm breath on your neck and his shaky whimpers caressing your ears. "I'm sorry... i'm sorry i need...i need it...". you put a hand on your mouth, squeezed between the wall under the stairs and tates aroused body. he was so good. he was so fucking good. you loved it so much when tate was angry. he totally let himself go and always count on you to help him. he pulls his head back slightly to press his forehead against yours, moaning in pleasure as quietly as possible. "your dad...he told me i was afraid...of rejection..." he whispers between two moans, his hands squeezing your waist. "I think he's right..." you answer, panting, your lips sticked to his. He raises his head, his dark eyes half hidden by his fluffy blond hair, staring at you as he pound you more and more. "you'll never... reject me, right ?" you grabbed his hair and kissed him wildly, stifling one of his moans. "if i dare to do it one day... i allow you to kill me" you whisper weakly against his lips, his eyes locked on yours, feeling the orgasm coming for you two. tate let out a groan as he cums with you, his seed filling your shivering body. "...then...you are warned." he says finally, breathless, holding you tightly as he catches his breath while you come back to your senses, his lips caressing your right ear with simple words . "never leave me. ever."