#panics requests

[panics-pokemon-edits]

hihi PanPan!! can i rq a minimal recolor of Hisuian Lilligant with pinkish or salmony colors similar to #FFAFB6? Thankyou in advance!!

Minimal Lilligant Recolor !

friend :)

🌷 by me !

🌷 feel free to use with credit !

[hellishgayliath]

Donnie isn't allowed to watch Mecha anime because he'd say "I can do it better"

The problem here is that he actually can do it better.

Well, it's a problem for everyone but Donnie, that is.

How's it feel to be the funniest person rn anon

[mischefous]

*cough cough* possibly… Legend whump? Him having a panic attack?

*sneezes*

*looks down at my screen*

-oh hey!...oh dear...someone better get Legend a blankie and some warm milk🥹

[celestialwrites]

can i request prompts for comforting your s/o after a panic attack? / words of affirmation

of course!!

@celestialwrites for more<3

comforting your s/o after a panic attack *ೃ༄

♡ kissing both of their cheeks as an attempt to calm them down.

♡ holding them while whispering “i love you’s” when they cry.

♡ holding their hand through the whole ordeal.

♡ “i can’t, i can’t-” “it’s okay, it’s okay. just look at me.”

♡ resting your forehead against theirs.

♡ they’re shaking infront of you, giving them space you offer them words of affirmation, “it’s going to be okay.” and “it’s like a wave, it will roll over.”

♡ standing back, you help them breathe in and out.

♡ “hey, hey, it’s me. you’re OK, you are going to be just fine.”

♡ kissing their knuckles to soothe them.

♡ getting a bath ready for them after the panic attack.

♡ turning a show on to distract them afterwards.

♡ “i love you, (nickname) there is absolutely nothing wrong with you.”

♡ giving them enough space until their comfortable with you coming to hug them after.

♡ after, knowing they want to forget, you change the subject completely, talking and talking about nonsense until they feel better.

♡ talking the whole thing through after until they feel as if a brick was lifted off their chest.

♡ “thank you, i love you.” “i love you too.”

♡ “i’m sorr-” you lift their chin, “don’t ever be sorry, i’m always here for you. no matter what.”

♡ you held back tears as you watched them, desperate for a way to help, you never thought your presence would actually be the thing to soothe them<3

AN: my love to anyone who has ever had a panic attack, i know it can feel awful<3

[rightous-int]

He's fighting his demons but his demos are just his own neurodivergent ass

[autumnhobbit]

please pray for my grandad-in-law in the coming months, it’s suspected he has cancer in his lymph nodes and there’s a plan for surgery but he also has pretty severe heart failure so general anesthetic is risky.

[doki-doki-imagines]

could you do the lin kuei trio and how they’d bring down reader during an anxiety attack? if this makes you uncomfortable then please do not write. thank you!!

author note: spoilers, they are all terrible but on different levels lol. Nice capybara!!!

Tomas Vrbada: -He notices that something is wrong, your muscles tense, and you are more annoyed than normal. -He notices the physical signs of your anxiety more than the mental ones honestly, too used to people being rude to him. -Tomas tries to talk about what is happening to calm you down a little. -As I said here (Letter C), he will try to teach you the techniques that he used to survive the Lin Kuei trainings. -But Tomas isn't that good with words, so he won't be able to make you relax during a peak, only able to be physically present.

Kuai Liang: -Another one that doesn't know how to act during the peaks. -And as I said here (Letter C), Liang would at least try to learn how to act to help you out next time. -He notices the sign way sooner. He hates how rude you reply to him, so Liang confronts you soon. -He never had to deal with anxiety attacks, but Liang thinks meditation may help you. -So be ready, because Liang will meditate with you every day from now on!

Bi-Han: -You become rude, and Bi-Han replies to you even worse. -It's an escalation that leads to him distancing himself and your symptoms worsening. -Bi-Han won't help you out, and if you try to explain what is happening, he'll just tell you you're searching excuses to be a weak crybaby. -He is that bad. -Ask for help to Lin Kuei's doctors, they understand better, and when prompted by Bi-Han, they'll tell him what is happening. -Maybe then, he'll try to have a bit more patience (still short).

[dreamtydraw]

if you’re still doing drawing requests…

i would LOVE a little nakedtoaster doodle :) please be as creative as you want haha

(also here’s a picture of my cat)

That a lovely lovely cat ! Thanks you for the pic

And thanks to your request i got a small toasty brainrot feat Aisha

[the-kr8tor]

Hii this is my first ask, and I was wondering if I could get a hobie x gn!reader who's kind of like pearl from steven Universe? Like something going on with her, but she doesn’t open up because she doesn't have a good handle on emotions of other people, nor of her own? Idk the idea just came to me 😭. Anyways I love all your works and you are such a talented writer. Have a good day/night/afternoon, and remember to rest, eat food, and drink water 🌟

Thank you for requesting, lovely! I'm not quite familiar with pearl's character (I only know her from the few episodes I've watched) so I hope I wrote this okay 💛 😘

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, cw panic attack, cw drinking, FLUFF

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The leather seats squeak under you, Hobie's arm slung over your shoulders, a cold pint in your hand. The condensation drips on your pants uncomfortably, the loud chatter of the pub makes you grit your teeth. Stuck on the inside of the booth, you stare blankly at a random nail poking out of the table. Your fists tighten around the glass of your abandoned drink.

The walls feel like they're closing in on you.

“Oi,” you feel your chest tighten, the air hot against your cheeks. “Love?” there's fingers rubbing softly on your wrist. “Y/N” you blink back to the present.

The entire table has their eyes on you. You clench your jaw together.

“Yeah? Sorry, I guess I'm more tired than I thought.” You chuckle humorlessly. “What were you saying, Hobie?”

Hobie's eyes are soft on you, “I was tellin’ them about that weird lookin’ dog we saw yesterday.” he bracelets his fingers around your wrist. “‘m gonna go out for a smoke, come with me?”

For a second you thought he's addressing someone else, but he only looks at you with a faint smile on his lips. It's enough to make you say yes.

“Okay” you slide out of the booth, blood rushing back to your legs.

Hobie cups your hand unabashedly, his friends hoot and holler. He flips them off without letting you go.

“Where are you lot goin’? Bathroom's that way!” One of his mates comments.

Hobie whispers in your ear, doing his best not to shout despite the roaring laughter behind you and the karaoke echoing throughout the old pub. “Don't mind them, yeah?”

You could only nod, the sweaty bodies you're weaving around makes you hold on to him tighter.

Exhaling, you finally feel like you can breathe again. Unclenching your fist, stretching your fingers, you find the crescent shapes on your palms. Large hands slide to your palm, wrapping your entire hand in both of his hands. He rubs at the skin gently, calloused fingers careful against the angry marks.

Hobie doesn't talk, you watch his face illuminated by the single street light. His brows are furrowed, lips tightly closed.

“You're angry” you break the silence.

“What?” He blinks in surprise, hands paused on your palm.

“I'm sorry, I wasn't listening”

He'd think you were joking if not for the serious look on your face. “Not angry, love. Don't” Hobie surrenders your hand back to you, opting to hold your face in his hands. You let him, leaning on his touch. “Don't apologize. Were you uncomfortable inside?”

“I’m—” he encourages you to continue with his thumb massaging your cheek, his rings are cold against your searing skin, a nice reprieve from the warmth. “Yes, I was. I should've said something, sorry–”

Hobie cuts your unnecessary apology off with a soft kiss on your forehead. Shutting you up completely, skin warm once again but for a different, better reason.

“Works like a charm” he chuckles at your flustered face.

You hold his hands that's still glued to your face, not to take it off, no, but to show your own affection, knowing you won't be able to say a single word after what he did. You'll surely mess it up or get tongue tied.

Hobie beams at you, moving your face gently to the side to pepper your temple with not one or two but seven kisses. Each longer than the last until you laugh quietly in the dingy alleyway.

“There,” he huffs like he's out of breath. “I wasn't letting you go without hearing that laugh of yours.” You tilt your head to face him better. “What do you say we go home?”

“What about your friends?”

You keep finding yourself laughing more around him. “Okay, let's go home”

“They're your friends too.” You smile softly at his words. “Fuck ‘em, they didn't even laugh at the funny lookin' dog I showed ‘em.”

[panics-pokemon-edits]

hello panic, this blog is pretty interesting so i wanna request something. may i have minimal edits of Meloetta and Lilligant? no recolours please. thank you :]

Minimal Meloetta Edits !

(I did both forms jus for funsies)

Minimal Lilligant Edit !

🎶 by me !

🌱 feel free to use with credit !

[ellieswifie]

Icebreaker was literally so good omg I loved it

Is there any way you can do one with Matt and reader watching fireworks and they get too loud and reader just gets overwhelmed but Matt helps calm them down

Sorry if I explained that really badly

warnings: angst, panic attack, fluff, rushed, not proof read, etc.

authors note: yes!! thank you so much for this lovely request. i’m so happy you enjoyed my first matt sturniolo dabble and i hope you enjoy this one too. enjoy :)

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YOU WEREN’T THE BIGGEST FAN OF FIREWORKS. growing up in the small neighborhood town you lived in, there wasn’t much of any loud noises or fireworks period.

but when your amazing boyfriend and crazy fun brothers invited you to a firework show for the fourth, you had to give in and say yes. and as much as you hate to admit it, you had no other plans for the fourth of july.

you and matt had been walking hand in hand attempting to find a good place to place the blanket you had brought for the evening. it was nearly impossible considering how many people were seated around, taking majority of the fresh cut grass.

chris and nick were both sent off to grab different snacks/food presented at a food truck the four of you had noticed walking in. so it was just you and matt…

"i’ve never done one of these things before." you confessed, kicking grass as you and matt stared straight ahead. his head tilted slightly, but eyes remained forward, scanning for an open seat. his thumb brushed the back of your hand in a comforting gesture, as his eyes locked in an open path. "same, we usually do something small."

you simply nods your head removing your hand from his when he places the picnic blanket on the ground. a couple not far from you and matt are cuddled close, smiling cutely at each other.

it made your stomach fill with butterflies. you loved that your here with matt of all people. knowing that others around you feel loved made you so thankful just having someone like matt. it comforted you in the most incredible ways.

when you turn back to your boyfriend, he’s sitting on the blanket, hand waiting for you to grab. you place yours in his, kneeling to sit beside him.

his smile is precious and adorable. everything just feels enchanting.

"the fireworks are supposed to be starting soon." he muttered, eyeing his phone. "they must be running a little-"

but before you could translate the rest of matt’s words, his voice went mute and loud explosions echoed your ears. panic washed over your body as your hands rushed to cover your eyes and duck your head low. you felt as if something took over your body and you couldn’t move. couldn’t breathe. your eyes were looking at everything but matt.

matt quickly noticed your panic, and leveled his face with yours, holding your head in his hands. his breath was close to yours as you locked eyes with your worried boyfriend.

"fireworks…" he whispered, leaning toward you to wrap his large arms over your shoulders. your hands shook as you struggled to hold him. "it’s just fireworks…" matt assured, whispering your name softly.

your breathing is heavy as the loud noises echo your thoughts, shallowing matt’s words. you nudge your chin into his neck, looking at the sky. it’s absolutely beautiful. hundreds of different shades of colors fill the sky creating numerous patterns.

you can feel matt tilt his head up, catching the sky from his view. a vibrant coral purple covers the sky making your smile grow slightly. you find yourself holding onto matt as the loud fireworks sound grow fairly familiar.

matt rubs small circles on your back, trailing the patterns of fireworks he notices in the sky. "that color reminds me of you." he whispers, as a compassionate pink color flashes across the sky in several directions.

a soft giggle falls from your lips as you glance at the cheesy romance color. "how so?" you tease, trying to control your breathing smile inhaling matt’s sent.

"because it’s the color your cheeks make when you blush."

just as he says that, your cheeks quickly fluster up. but before you can say anything, you can here his younger brother start walking your guys way, making you and matt tear apart.

"we got snacks!" chris exclaimed, raising the sodas and popcorn in his hands. you look at the older triplet following behind, roll his blue eyes. "we got a bunch of junk food." he corrects, hiding his smile.

you couldn’t help but laugh, leaning into matt.

because even with the loud explosions crowded your thoughts, you couldn’t have felt more safe then with the people your with right now.

[sunnynwanda]

Reaching out

"Villain, you're so scared of connection you do everything to make everyone stop liking you. It's not going to work on me. You can't make me hate you." Hero's voice was quiet - small as a whisper, yet their words echoed in Villain's head like tocsin in a belltower. It's not going to work on me.

Villain didn't manage to utter another word, their voice drowned by Hero's broad chest as strong arms enveloped Villain's frame. They struggled to stay unemotional and willed themselves to maintain whatever dignity they had left by focusing on breathing, using the pattern to contain the panic rising inside them. Just a few more seconds, so Hero does not figure it out.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Villain hated that out of everyone in their life, Hero was the one who actually bothered to look beneath the surface. To notice there was an issue, an inhibition of sorts. They pointedly ignored the warmth that spread across their chest at the thought of Hero thinking about them long enough of notice.

Hero never understood why Villain broke their hug so abruptly or why they never initiated contact, always staying at arm's length and stepping back whenever Hero came too close. There would be occasional touches when there was no way around it, but Villain would always cut it short. Five seconds or less. Too short - for Hero's liking, anyway.

As time went by however, Villain started leaning closer, lingering longer and even went so far as to touch Hero's shoulder with a bare hand once. Despite the sensation sending them into the pits of darkness deep within their being, Villain needed more. They craved more.

Villain got attached. Much to their horror and Hero's - although short-lived - delight. Hero was painfully aware of their lack of contact yet blissfully unaware of their struggles. They attributed the issue to Villain's being shy or - worse - not reciprocating the feelings that Hero harboured for the past months.

Villain's mentor always told them to wear their opponents out to make them reveal their weaknesses. This time, there was nothing intentional about it. Villain wasn't trying. They couldn't have predicted it. They got attached to Hero. Hero got attached to them. The type of attachment ended up being an issue.

They lasted longer than expected, and Villain wasn't sure if it was Hero's optimism or perseverance that fueled their determination. Possibly both. They couldn't handle the way Hero felt about them. They wanted to. They tried. Again and again. They would spend nights tossing and turning, convincing themselves it could work. They could get over their issues. They allowed Hero to hug them, right? They could learn to accept their touch and the feeling of their skin against their own. Maybe it would take time and effort, but they certainly could try. Time fixes everything. One step at a time.

Except it did not. Every time Hero held their gloved hand a second too long, Villain could feel their insides twisting into painful knots. A slight brush of fingertips against their cheekbones was enough to send their mind reeling. And the one time Hero made the mistake of kissing their forehead left them throwing up in an alleyway, unable to calm their stomach or heart.

Soon, Villain found themselves avoiding Hero's touch yet longing for their company, staring from afar yet averting their gaze as soon as they were noticed. Villain was falling and knew only one way of stopping before it was too late.

"I loathe you," Hero snarls, standing with their back to them.

It's not going to work on me.

"It worked," Villain whispers as the door shuts behind Hero's back, locking them inside their ascetic cell. It worked. Even if it took wounding Hero's shoulder and breaking their trust.

"But it doesn't mean I don't love you," Hero's voice is as quiet as it gets - a part of them wishes Villain wouldn't hear it.

"Stop." They mean to sound harsh, but their voice wobbles. Villain hates the effect Hero has on them with the entirety of their being. "Stop trying to make it work."

"Then stop trying to push me away," Hero counters, turning around. Their whole demeanour oozes conviction. The anticipated hatred is nowhere to be seen. "Or do it better."

Before Villain can react, they swing the cell door open, stepping out as they come face to face with their shocked nemesis. "How..?"

"Did you think that cell would be enough to contain me?" Hero questions, slowly approaching. "Or did you convince yourself hurting me would?"

Villain's brain seizes functioning completely. So much for locking them up.

"You could come up with something more cruel than that," Hero continues, keeping their hands behind their back to avoid triggering Villain. It took them way too long to put the puzzle pieces together. "Or you could let us try."

"You have no idea what you're talking about, Hero." Villain shakes their head but doesn't move away when Hero continues walking towards them.

"I think I do." Their confidence makes Villain want to scream, but they find no voice to do so. Why do they feel so fragile in Hero's presence?

Breathe in.

"It will take a lot of time," they sound drained of life, and if Hero didn't know better, they would hug Villain. They smile instead.

"I can wait." Villain meets their eyes for a moment before fixing their gaze on the extreme beauty of the wall behind Hero's back.

"And even then, I might never be fully normal again."

"I can handle that, Villain." Hero shrugs nonchalantly, stopping at a tolerable distance from Villain. "I've told you before. You can't make me stop liking you. It's not going to work on me."

They extend their arm and hold their hand with their palm up, waiting for whatever Villain decides. They register the quiver in their chest when Villain lifts their hands, sliding one glove off and intertwining their fingers with Hero's. Hero gives their fingers a gentle squeeze, beaming at them before letting go. Five seconds it is. Villain can't help the grin that finds its way onto their face when they pull the glove back on.

Breathe out.

Masterlist

In case anyone wants to buy me a Ko-fi

[delusionalmultifandomwriter]

Please do a fic where adult jason todd gets comforted under/hidden in Batman’s cape!! the softer the better

your wish is my command (i missed the topic a little but it is super soft so i hope you like it anyways)

requested?: yes (i am so excited about this, ahh!)

words: 1848

Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Joker, Orphan

Oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort

TW: throwing up, violence, implicite self-harm urges (this got a lot darker than i planned it to be)

credits: the dialogue parts of the italic are from Batman: A Death in the Family

Have fun, thank you so much for requesting!

Ressurection is not exactly healthy. Which is not too surprising but still. The Lazarus Pit healed Jason's body, the scars were still there but very pale and barely visible anymore.

But the inner scars stayed, even after Jason and Bruce figured themselves out and came to terms with eachother again. Jason suffered from PTSD, who wouldn't after getting beaten up with a crowbar? The nightterrors and the coldness that randomly appeared every now and then were the worst.

This week started off with a night terror. Nothing uncommon, it happened all the time to almost all off them. Jason was at his own place where he was alone. Maybe he woke up his neighbours but at least not his family. He didn't like them worrying about him.

"What hurts more? A? Or B? Forehand? Or backhand? The crazy laugh echoed through the hall. Robin helplessly tried to craw away, his hands restrained behind his back. His breath whistled as he spit out some blood and mumbled a curse. The Joker chuckled evil and leaned down. A little louder, lamb chop. I think you may have a collapsed lung. That always impedes the oratory. Robin leaned up and spit the Joker into his face. The clown smashed Robin's head into the floor, his senses got flooded with the distant metallic feeling of a concussion. Nausea instantly hit him.

Jason shrieked awake. Nausea instantly hit him. He jumped up and nearly got tangled into his blanket. He stumbled into his bathroom and fell to his knees in front of the toilet.

Jason hated throwing up. Especially after a night terror when his mind was already full of thoughts. He leaned against the shower glass still sitting next to the toilet and waiting for the nausea to pass. After a few minutes he slowly got up and scooped some water from the washbasin into his mouth. Jason winced, his throat was raw and still shut tight.

He shivered, the bathroom floor was cold. Jason stumbled back into his bedroom. He grabbed the blanket from the floor and slowly made his way into the living room. He sat down against the heater with the blanket wrapped around his shoulders. He fell asleep exhausted on his carpet floor.

He was drowning. Breath. He needed air. Needed his lungs fill with oxygen. Cloth. There was cloth over his face. His mouth was dry. The sweet smell of death. He ripped the cloth from his face and threw up green, stale water. Flight! Where was he? He turned around and ran off. People. He took them out. The moves where in his muscles. He pressed his thumbs into the eyes of one of them. A tunnel. A cave. Darkness. Away.

The Joker escaping Arkham was nothing new to Gotham. Nothing new to the Batfam and nothing new to Jason. It happened a million times before but it still put Jason on edge ever since that night in Sarajevo.

He thought he was better. He thought he could conquer the Joker and arrest him again. It was a simple mission. A simple task. Then he met him in a warehouse in the Bowery. The green hair was brushed back, the purple suit dirty with some blood stains on it. The clown turned around and laughed at Red Hood hysterically.

And, hey, please tell the big man I said… "hello".

Jason saw red. He lunged at him and slammed the Joker into the wall, punched him in the face, once, twice. He could break him. He was not Robin anymore. He was taller than the clown now. Stronger. He could give back all the pain. He would give back all the pain. He slammed his knee into the Joker's ribs, a sharp crack echoed through the warehouse.

"Wow, that looked like it really hurt." Jason growled deeply as he lifted the Joker up a little and pinned him against the wall. He pulled him away and smashed him against the wall, the Joker's head lulled foreward a little as he coughed.

"Whoa, now, hang on. That looked like it hurt a lot more." Jason shouted angrily as he threw the Joker on the floor. "Now let's try and find out what hurts more?"

"A?" He kicked the Joker into the stomach. "Or B?" He striked out again.

"Red Hood!" Batman. Jason's head snapped around. "Orphan, stay here until the GCPD arrives." Batman ordered, Orphan appeared from the shadows behind the older man.

Jason finally snapped out of his murderous frenzy. His eyes went wide as he saw what he did. The Joker layed in a puddle of blood, his nose was broken pretty obviously and he was coughing and whincing weakly. Jason backed down when the clown started to laugh madly. Red Hood turned around, pushed past Batman and flea from the area.

The thoughts were flooding over Jason as he ran over the roofs. He was out of breath but he kept running and running until he fell to his knees. He leaned against a brick wall and ripped his mask off of his head. His face was wet with hot tears, smeared over his cheeks and neck. He wrapped his arms around his knees and tried to calm his breath.

He needed to get air into his lungs but his whole body blocked against taking a deep breath. Jason panicked. What had he done?! He disappointed Batman, he promised to be better than the Joker. He wanted to be better. His family would abandom him, what else should they do? He was supposed to be a hero. He sobbed violently, black spots started to dance over his vision. He couldn't breath. Jason felt like he would die here, alone on some roof, alone in this world.

Jason felt someone shake his body. "Jason." A deep but very calm voice called out to him. Jason panted desperatly as his lungs filled with air. Not enough to live but enough to survive.

He was lifted up a little and after that leaned against a soft wall. Soft wall. There are no soft walls, at least none that Jason was aware off but he was too close to fainting to truly bother about the existence of soft walls. Jason started sobbing again.

"Jay, come on. Breath." The voice said desperate. A strong hand was harshly rubbing his back. Jason inhaled the air shaky, his body was trembling.

"There you go chum, okay." Bruce. It was Bruce. Noone ever called Jason chum before. Jason was suddenly embarassed and violently tried to dry his tears up, rubbing on his skin roughly with his gloved hands. Bruce gently took his hands in his and Jason's head slupped against Bruce's chest.

Then Jason started babbling. "I'm sorry, i didn't mean to... he... i, i couldn't." He sobbed again. "The memories, they come back... the Joker... i can't stop it." Jason needed to hurt, he needed to feel something. He tried to pull his hands from Bruce' grip but he held them tightly.

"Jason, look at me." Bruce growled deeply. Jason looked up and as their eyes met, he couldn't find any angryness, not even disappointment. He looked back into his lap and sobbed quietly but his breath, although shaky, evened out a little.

"There you go. You are fine, Jay." Bruce said. "You can breath, you are okay." Bruce always was repetitive with his comforting but it didn't really matter to Jason because he was there, he held Jason in his arms and he was not angry. Jason could stay with his family, he could come back.

"You called me chum." Jason mumbled weakly, his voice was still filled with silent crying. Bruce chuckled deeply. "I guess that is true." Jason felt the hand on his back, he shivered a little as the cold hit his body. "Cold?" Bruce asked. Jason nodded softly.

Bruce leaned up a little and deattached his cape from his shoulders. He wrapped the thick, black fabric around Jason and bundeled him up tightly. Jason exhaled shaky. The bone aching cold disappeared from his body and the shivering slowly but surely passed. His muscles were burning, feeling weak like he could not move anything. Jason blinked drowsily. His sobs died down and just like that, his eyes closed.

Gotham City was no place for a kid. Not even a well-trained and resilient kid like Jason Todd. It was raining tonight, the wind whistled through the city. Robin sat under Batman's cape like an owl baby, as they observed the Iceberg Lounge. They had been sitting there for hours but Robin wasn't cold. He was warm. Wet from the rain but warm. He would totally catch a cold but not tonight. Not right now. Right now he was warm, close to Batman and sucking up his body heat. Nothing bad has happened to him yet.

When Jason jolted awake, he was no longer on the roof. He inhaled sharply, as he felt a hand on his back. "Hey, you are safe. It was just a nightmare." Jason turned around to see Bruce, leaning against the head of the bed with his laptop on the nightstand. The older man gave him a worried look. Jason looked around confused. This wasn't his bedroom. It was Bruce'. The kingsize bed spoke for itself.

Jason looked down at himself, he was wearing a black t-shirt and red and black sweatpants not in his Red Hood suit. "I'm fine?" He mumbled. Bruce smiled at him, it was weird to see him so relaxed. "Yes, you are." Jason nodded slowly. Bruce leaned down to the floor and put something heavy on his lap.

"Here, Tim got you this. You looked like you liked the cape a lot." Jason lifted the heavy thing up, it was a weighted blanket. He wrapped it around his shoulders. "Did i fall asleep?" He asked confused. "Right after i wrapped the cape around you. Dr. Thompkins said you where hypothermic and severly sleep deprived. What the hell happened?" Bruce asked concerned

Jason shrugged and layed back down on his stomach with the heavy blanket around him. He was still tired, his body was grounded now and he wanted to sleep. Bruce sighed and rubbed his forehead. "Sleep, we can later talk about you not reaching out for help" He finally said. Jason rolled his eyes. "As if you are better." He grumbled.

Bruce nudged Jason playfully. He gently rubbed the younger boys back. Jason sighed as he moved a little closer. Bruce pulled the other blanket over him a little and Jason was finally warm. "You scared the living hell out of me." Bruce said while he layed down next to Jason. The younger boy moved a little closer and Bruce continued to gently rub his back.

"M sorry." Jason mumbled sleepily. "Didn't mean to." He looked at Bruce with half open eyes. He buried his head into one of the pillows and Bruce smiled as he watched how relaxed and content Jason looked. He leaned over to kiss Jason's hair.

"It's okay. Don't worry about it. Sleep tight, chum."

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Same shit on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55397161

:)

[ninebluehearts]

Scars Under the Stars

A/n: A special fic requested by @sn1peraj !!💗 I hope this is what you were picturing 💗

Warnings: Angst: hurt comfort. Mentions of Sarah's death. Panic attacks.

Summary: Walking home from Ellie's, you find out about Joel's panic attacks.

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It was late by the time you and Joel had left Ellie's little home, which was only a five-minute walk from you and Joel's house. You decided to come along and watch Ellie's guitar lesson tonight since you hadn't really seen her since you all arrived at Tommy's. She was busy finally socializing with people her own age, and you and Joel were still working on relearning how to relax for the first time in twenty years.

You stared up at the stars on your way back, your arm firmly intertwined with Joel's. "You're right. She is getting better."

"Ain't she? Personally, I think she'd do better with a bass, but she's making it work."

"Why do you say that?" You leaned your head against his shoulder, looking up at him as he spoke.

Joel cleared his throat. "Well, with the way her hands are shap-" But before he could finish, a dry, harsh cough forced itself out of him, bringing along five more back-to-back, until Joel was doubled over, gasping for air.

"Holy shit Joel, what's wrong?" You asked, gently rubbing comforting circles on his back.

"I'm fine." Joel muttered; his eyes screwed shut as he tried and failed to catch his breath.

"No, you're not. Come here." You guided him over to a random porch step, helping him sit down on the damp wood. "Hey, look at me, okay? Breathe with me." You held Joel's hands in yours, maintaining eye contact with him as you took deep, even breaths.

It wasn't long before Joel could finally breathe normally again, though you were still worried. "What was that, Joel? And don't say you're fine, because we both know you're not."

Joel let out a defeated sigh, focusing on tracing the lines on your palm with his finger. "I don't know. I just get these little moments where I can't breathe and my vision starts to go out, ya know? Like I'm gonna pass out or something."

"What do you think about in those moments?"

"How I can't breathe really." Joel swallowed around the lump in his throat, taking another deep breath. "Or um, how she- what she.." And just like that, Joel finally broke down. Twenty years of suppressing his feelings with booze and pills finally caught up with him, breaking him down until there was nothing left.

"Oh, Honey.." You wrapped your arms around him as tight as you could, holding him as close as possible. You knew there was nothing you could say to make him feel better, but because he felt like he was falling apart, maybe holding him tight would make him feel like he was together again. At least for a moment.

A few moments later, when the worst of it was over, Joel began to stare off into space, as though he were distancing himself from reality "What if Sarah felt like that when she died?" He whispered, another tear slowly slipping down the curve of his nose as he closed his eyes.

That's where this was coming from; it all made sense now. Tommy had told you that he was concerned about Joel a couple of months ago, giving you a brief summary of how Joel thought he was failing Ellie as he felt he did Sarah, but you never thought it was this bad.

"No baby, I'm sure she didn't."

"How do you know? You weren't there. You didn't see the way she gasped for air. You didn't see how hard her little lungs fought-" He sobbed out, his hand flying to cover his mouth. He pulled himself out of your embrace, angerly wiping the tears from his face. "Fuck! Why does it still hurt?! It's been twenty fuckin' years!" He yelled, his entire body trembling from the waves of emotions that just kept crashing into him.

You tried to gently shush him, noticing the lights turning on in some of the surrounding houses. "I know it hurts. It's never going to stop hurting, baby. Ever." You walked over and held his face in your hands, gently wiping away his fresh tears with your thumb. "But maybe it's not so bad. Maybe the pain reminds you to look at it- to remind you of just how much you love her. The pain is always gonna be there, yes, but it'll get easier over time, I promise."

Joel just shook his head, tired and defeated. "I know. I know it's gonna get worse before it gets better and all that bullshit. Doesn't make it hurt any less from where I'm standing."

You pulled him into another tight hug, tearing up when you felt him melt into your embrace this time, his arms wrapping around your waist to hold you just as tight. You hated seeing him like this, knowing there was nothing you could do to make it one hundred percent better. But the best thing you could do for him right now, in this moment, is be there.

You stayed like that for a long time, the two of you gently swaying as you held one another. And when you did finally start walking home again, you couldn't help but notice that Joel walked a little bit straighter now. As though he finally left behind a little bit of that weight he constantly carried on his shoulders. It was going to take a lot of work, but maybe, just maybe someday he'll be able to lose it all.

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Can you please write something where the whumpee had to take some medicine which made them pass out/fall asleep for many hours and when they wake up all dazed and confused on the verge of tears hyperventilating because they don't remember anything , caretaker arrives and soothes them and just fluff

I really really love your writing too!! Thanks

Hi Anon! Sure! Thank you for the kind words, and for requesting this! Sorry it took so long, but here you go!

Whumpee was floating. They felt like they were drifting in a black ocean, the waves rocking them back and forth. Whenever Whumpee would try to think of anything, the waves would gently pull them under until their mind became blank again. Whumpee was just returning to the surface of the water when their eyes fluttered open.

They looked around the room- their room, they were pretty sure. But they weren’t sure of anything else, like how they ended up in their room or why they weren’t in the ocean anymore. The uncertainty scared them, so much so that their breathing quickened, and tears formed in their eyes. Why were they here? What was going on?

The door to their room- again, only partially sure that the room was theirs- opened, revealing a familiar face.

“Hey,” Caretaker greeted, “finally awake? Oh, oh my gosh, sweetheart-”

Caretaker quickly made their way to Whumpee’s bedside.

“What’s wrong?” Caretaker asked softly.

“Where’s the ocean?” Whumpee asked tearfully, “why am I in my room? This is my room, right?”

“Yes it’s your room, of course it’s your room,” Caretaker said, running a hand up and down Whumpee’s back.

“But how did I get here!? Why is the ocean gone!?”

Whumpee was fully sobbing now, and their breathing was so quick they were hyperventilating.

“Shh, shh,” Caretaker soothed, “Whumpee, honey, it’s okay. The ocean, er… the ocean just had to leave, okay? You were in an accident, you went to the hospital, they treated you, and then they sent you home on bed rest. I’m taking care of you, but you’re on some weird meds that might make you feel funny. Please calm down, Whumpee, take a deep breath. Come on, like this-”

Caretaker took a deep breath in and waited for Whumpee to do the same. Whumpee took a deep, shaky breath. Caretaker exhaled, and Whumpee followed suit.

“Good job, a few more times, alright?”

Caretaker walked Whumpee through the breathing exercise, at which point Whumpee had calmed down a little. They weren’t hyperventilating anymore, and their sobs had reduced to the occasional hiccup.

“Good, very good,” Caretaker praised softly, “I knew you could do it. Can I sit with you?”

Whumpee nodded, sniffling. Caretaker smiled and climbed in bed with them. They held Whumpee close, careful to not jostle their still-healing injuries.

“There now,” they said, “let’s just sit a minute. I’m making lunch you know. Wanna guess what it is?”

Whumpee shrugged.

“It’s bacon sandwiches,” Caretaker said with a smile, “you love those.”

“F-for me?” Whumpee asked, eyes wide.

“Mhm,” Caretaker said, “just for you.”

Whumpee still felt disoriented, but the promise of lunch had taken their mind off of the black ocean. They snuggled into Caretaker’s chest, their worries melting away.

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