#shaking and hyperventilating and tensing up and shit

[mephorash]

I want to let the social anxiety win and disappear sometimes. Some more than others

[starfxkr]

JJ catching you using a vibrator while you think everyone's gone, he'd totally help you out 🤭

sex toys are def friends not foes when it comes to him 🙈

jj felt bad at first, barging in on you like that but hes surprisingly mature about it, “iono man i dont think you should be embarrassed everybody needs a lil— release now and then i mean shit i was just— nevermind thats not helpin.” he could tell from the obviously distressed look on your face that you were mortified.

where he lacked in comforting words he more than made up for in more than comforting actions. thats how he was able to maneuver you into his lap, legs pread as he teased your swollen clit with your vibrator.

you never thought you’d end up here— jj had been the subject of all your fantasies for as long as you’ve known him, and here he was coaxing another orgasm out of you.

you were panting, body covered in a thin layer of sweat from the slight exertion and damn near in ters from the overstimulation. “jayj— i dont think i can come anymore—“ youre cut off by a sharp whine, trembling as he slid two fingers inside your creamy pussy.

“yea you can, just gotta relax can you do that for me?” he presses a damp kiss under your ear making your breath hitch. you were nowhere near relaxed, so he briefly removed his fingers to give your tense tummy a soothing rub, smearing your arousal on uour skin.

you took a deep breath, “y-yea?” despite the slight apprehension your did your best to calm yourself, sighing when he slips his fingers back inside of you, crooking his fingers to stroke the spot that made your legs shake. “oh! jayj somethings happening you gotta stop i have to pee!”

you were practically hyperventilating, eyes screwed shit as his fingers moved faster and he placed the vibrator against the sensitive underside of your clit.

“you’re doin just fine i promise, let papa jay take care of you.” he couldnt hide the pleased lilt in his voice as he felt you get wetter, dripping down his fingers like a dam broke.

you were shaking in his arms when he finally removed the toy, gasping for breath. “how the fuck did you do that to me?” you couldnt even open your eyes yet, but the rumble in his chest made it clear he was struggling to control his laughter. “jj im serious its not funny! what did you do to me?”

you had begun to scratch at the hand still between your legs in retaliation, making him finally pull his digits from between your now relaxed walls. “i didn’t what im pretty sure nobody else could kitten,” to add insult to injury, he flicked you in the face with your cum making you flinch. “i made you cum.”

[acestyx]

Eddie took a deep breath and clasped his hands together, leg bouncing wildly underneath his elbow. Anxiety and hunger panged deep his stomach, making him press his knuckles to his lips.

Steve entered the room, carrying a First-Aid kit and a glass of apple juice. 

He set them down on the coffee table and sat next to Eddie, placing his hand lightly on top of the other’s forearm. “Hey,” Eddie tensed under the touch, Steve’s fingers feeling like hot brands on his skin. “Look at me.”

Eddie lifted his head to meet Steve’s eyes and part of him wished he didn’t. Eddie could tell Steve was trying his darndest to look calm, eyebrows turned up with a soft half-smile. But nothing really gives a person away as much as a heartbeat.

The usual ‘th-thump ’ had quickened significantly, now resembling more of a nervous flutter. Steve gave his arm a reassuring squeeze, and Eddie felt his pulse thrumming rapidly in his veins. “You ready?”

The bouncing of Eddie’s knee has slowed down a bit, but nerves still ate at him. “You really don’t need to do this man, seriously.” He scooted away from Steve a little as to distance himself from the skittish rhythm taunting him. “It’s not that bad, I can—“

A long growl emitted from Eddie’s abdomen, causing him to wince and double over.

Steve grabbed Eddie’s shoulder, leaning down so he was level with him. “Eddie, it’s been like what, a week? I don’t know how this shit works but that’s way too long, even for normal food.” 

Steve was right. A normal person would be famished after a week without food. The weird thing though was that Eddie had eaten regular food. He literally had a sandwich a little less than an hour ago. But this was different. It was like his normal hunger and his blood-thirst were two entirely separate entities.

Eddie pressed his palms into his eyes. “I know, I know I’m just—“ He inhaled deeply and instantly regretted doing so. The smell of Steve’s blood filled his lungs, making the room spin and his stomach cramp. 

Eddie wet his lips, trying to coax words out of his mouth. “What if I take too much?” 

“Well, that’s what the juice is for.” Steve chuckled, picking up the glass and shaking it gingerly.

“Steve, I’m serious.” Eddie snapped to look at Steve, voice breaking in his throat. “What if I hurt you? Like for real?” The mere thought terrified him. Not being in control of himself, lost to whatever demonic shit the Upside Down did to him. 

He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he ended up seriously injuring Steve, or worse. He felt himself start to hyperventilate. “What if I—”

“Hey hey, listen ,” Steve turned his whole body so that he was facing Eddie. He set the glass down and placed the hand on Eddie’s other shoulder, rotating Eddie towards him and looking him dead in the eyes.

“I trust you.” His eyes were warm and the beat of his heart, although still fast and jittery, didn’t fluctuate. He was telling the truth. “Okay?”

Eddie closed his eyes and took a moment to steady his breathing. “Okay.” 

He scooched closer into Steve’s space, maneuvering himself so that although he wasn’t completely in Steve’s lap, their legs were overlapping. 

“If you uh—feel like you’re gonna pass out or anything, don’t hesitate to knee me in the balls, ‘kay?” Eddie joked, trying to lighten the mood and settle his own nerves. It must’ve worked because he felt Steve’s shoulders shake underneath him, a quiet laugh escaping his mouth. “Got it.”

Eddie pressed two fingers firm into Steve’s neck and slid them around a little, trying to find a tender spot that wouldn’t hurt too bad. He ran his tongue over his canines, which were starting to ache. 

Each movement caused a jolt in Steve’s pulse, which Eddie could both hear and feel in tandem. “Are you nervous?”

“Eh, not really.” Steve’s heart rate jumped. Lie.

“S’just like getting blood drawn, right? No biggie.” Another lie.

Eddie chuckled lowly as he felt Steve swallow under his fingers. Steve’s brow furrowed. “What’s funny?” He breathed as Eddie drew closer to his neck.

“Your heart.” He felt animalistic in the moment, Steve squirming under him like some sort of prey. He’d be lying if he said it didn’t excite him a little. “It’s kinda telling on you, man.”

Steve stiffened a little, chest rising and falling a little faster than before. “My heart?”

“Mhm.” Eddie couldn’t hold back a smirk as he slowly dragged his fingers from the side of Steve’s neck all the way down to the middle of his chest. Eddie felt Steve’s breath hitch, loud thumps hammering against his fingertips. “Normally…”

Eddie tapped a steady rhythm onto Steve’s chest, mimicking a heartbeat. “It’s like this.”

“But now…” Eddie quickened the pace of his tapping to match the tempo of Steve’s racing heart. He looked back up and raised an eyebrow. 

Steve flexed his jaw, a blush creeping up his neck. “You can hear that?” 

Eddie opened his mouth to reply, only to immediately be hit with the overwhelming scent of Steve’s blood. 

Seeing Steve all red and flustered would’ve been way more amusing if the blood pumping underneath his skin wasn’t so tantalizing.

Heart palpitating, lips soft-looking, face hot and flushed, it was driving Eddie insane. Steve looked absolutely delectable .

It took every muscle in Eddie’s body to not tear into him right then and there. A low whine sounded involuntary in the back of his throat. 

“Eddie?” Steve said almost in a whisper, briefly snapping Eddie out of his bloodlust.

Eddie licked his lips and leaned closer, mouth visibly salivating. “Can…I…?” He rasped, doing everything in his power to hold himself back. 

Steve blinked. “ Oh. Yeah yeah, um—whenever you‘re ready.”

Eddie opened his mouth, teeth grazing a taut spot on Steve’s neck. He felt Steve flinch, heart still slamming rhythmically against the fingers pressed into his chest. 

“Hm-mh?” Eddie hummed, asking for a final grant of permission.

Steve squeezed his eyes shut and Eddie felt him brace.

“Do it.”

Eddie forced his jaw down, sharp fangs sinking into freckled skin.

Steve bit back a groan, chest heaving as Eddie placed his lips flush against the wound, lapping up the blood rapidly flowing out of it. 

Eddie’s eyes widened and he breathed out a moan as sugary copper splashed onto his tongue. 

“It’s sweet…” Eddie thought as he continued to drink from the puncture. His hand snaked from Steve’s chest all the way up to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of hair and pulling so his neck was at a better angle. 

“Fuck.” Steve choked out before clapping a hand over his mouth, muffling any other noises that threatened to escape him.

Eddie barely heard him, the whole experience overwhelming his senses.

Steve’s blood tasted like nectar on his tongue, metallic but leaving a sweet aftertaste that he just couldn’t get enough of. Warmth spread throughout his body, sending a wave of shivers up his own spine. 

Steve’s heart was still going crazy, throbbing loudly against his ribs and in Eddie’s ears. His breathing has slowed a bit, but the breaths were still shallow.

A trail of blood dripped down Steve’s neck, pooling in the curve of his collarbone and staining his shirt. 

Eddie wasted none of it, dipping down and licking along the small divot.

“Jesus, E-Eddie…” Steve shuddered. “Slow down—s’not going anywhere.”

Eddie grumbled a response into the crook of his neck, immediately feeling goosebumps rise against his lips. 

The fog in his head cleared enough to notice Steve shift uncomfortably in the seat. A quiet whimper left his mouth, catching Eddie a bit off guard. 

Right. Eddie thought. This probably hurts like hell.

The hand that gripped Steve’s hair loosened, instead gently carding through the strands to try and bring the man some sort of comfort.

Eddie felt Steve go limp against him, melting into the touch. His furrowed expression softened as he let out a sigh. 

Steve tensed again as Eddie went back to the wound, but quickly relaxed, shoulders drooping down slightly.

He pulled away from Steve, licking some of the mess off his mouth and examining the bite.

The bleeding had stopped mostly, but the skin around it was red and quickly bruising. 

“Shit.” Eddie mumbled, slowly coming off his high. Steve turned his head, wincing slightly. “You done?” 

Eddie swallowed. “I—I think so.” Steve’s face was starting to pale but he gave Eddie a wobbly smile. 

“Good.” He sighed, dropping his head onto the back of the couch. “The room was starting to spin a little.”

Eddie backed away slightly and his eyes skimmed over Steve’s skin, taking notice of the fading scar around the middle of his neck. A sudden wave of guilt washed over him and he averted his gaze.

“How d’you feel now?” Steve asked, trying to restrict any neck movement.

Eddie smiled apologetically. “I should be asking you.” Admittedly, he felt amazing , better than he had in a long time. Steve, however, looked like he was about to pass out.

Eddie reached over and grabbed the glass of juice, handing it over to Steve. Eddie watched him take small sips, face scrunching in pain every once in a while. 

Eddie’s brows furrowed upwards. “Does it hurt to drink?” Steve hummed into the glass before setting it down. “A little.”

Another wave of guilt passed through Eddie as he grabbed the medkit. He unzipped it, pulling out some rubbing alcohol, a few cotton balls, and a gauze pad.

He poured the alcohol onto the cotton and turned to Steve, holding it up to the bite. “This is gonna hurt like a bitch, sorry.”

Eddie pressed the soaked cotton into the wound, wincing sympathetically as Steve writhed, sucking air through his teeth. “FUCK, that stings.”

“Told you.” Eddie huffed, continuing to disinfect the bite.

Eventually the stinging subsided, as Steve took a breath and relaxed back into the couch. Eddie gently dabbed the wound, taking extra care to not irritate it any further.

Eddie’s fingers accidentally grazed Steve’s jaw, and his eyebrows knitted together when Steve’s heart rate jumped. Huh?

Eddie paused for a brief moment. Steve’s pulse had been fluctuating ever since he walked into the room, but Eddie assumed it was nerves. After all, the situation wasn’t exactly calming. 

But Eddie was done, “back to normal.” There was no reason for Steve to be nervous. So why—

Before he could rationalize that thought, something else caught his eye. Something he couldn’t believe. His eyes flew open, mouth gaping. “Holy shit.” 

Steve looked over to Eddie, worry crinkling his brow when he saw Eddie’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“Th—the bite…” Eddie stammered, eyes still trained on Steve’s neck. “It’s healing. Like really fast.”

Sure enough, the two punctures Eddie had made in Steve’s neck had begun to close up. It was subtle but certain, as the bite marks were now the size of some of his moles. 

Steve’s eyes bugged as his hand flew to his neck. “What?” By the time Steve’s hand reached his neck, the bite was practically non-existent.

He felt around a bit, fingers smoothing over unscathed skin. He laughed incredulously. “That’s so trippy.”

Eddie’s eyes were still wide as saucers. “Trippy? I know you’re used to this shit but your nonchalant-ness is kinda freakin’ me out.”

Steve pressed down on his skin before wincing and pulling his hand back. “Still super sore, though.”

Eddie nodded, grabbing the gauze pad. “Yeah, a lot of the bruising’s still there.” He peeled off the backing and stuck it to Steve’s neck. “The kids’ll probably ask what happened, nosy lil’ shits.”

Eddie heard Steve’s heartbeat quicken as a smirk dawned his face. “That’s ok. I can just tell em’ I got a killer hickey.” 

Eddie’s face roared with heat and he kicked Steve’s shin, flushing more when he burst into laughter.

“If you say that to anyone, I’m killing you next time.”

Steve’s eyebrow raised. “Next time?” 

Eddie blinked, trying to recover his fumble. “I—I mean obviously you don’t have to, especially because it probably felt awful—”

“Eddie.” Steve tried to interject.

“Actually, I don’t know why you’d even want to, that was a stupid—”

“Eddie.” Steve put both of his hands on Eddie’s shoulders. Eddie’s mouth snapped shut, looking up into Steve’s soft eyes.

“I’d like that.”

Eddie hoped his face didn’t look as dumbfounded as it felt. “You would?”

Steve shrugged, but Eddie didn’t miss how his pulse jumped. “Well, we know the bites heal fast, so it wouldn’t be obvious to anyone else. Plus, you need blood, and we really don’t need another Mews incident.” 

Eddie’s brow pinched. “Mews incident?”

Steve waved dismissively. “Long story.”

“And uh—” Steve shifted again, and Eddie heard his heart begin to thud hard in his chest. 

“I didn’t mind it.” He murmured, face reddening. “The y’know—blood-sucking. Thing.”

Eddie’s eyes widened, face most definitely matching Steve’s complexion. “You didn’t—oh .”

Steve’s cheeks flushed even more. “I mean, not like it didn’t hurt or anything, it did, it definitely did. But…I don’t know, it also felt—kinda nice?”

“….Hm.” Eddie hummed, not sure what else to really say.

They both sat in silence for a bit, before Eddie nudged Steve with his elbow, a grin shadowing his face. “So…masochism, huh?” 

Eddie snickered when Steve hit his arm, not hard enough to actually hurt him, but hard enough to where he could feel the exact spot the punch landed. “You’re proving my point.” Eddie chuckled.

“You’re a dick” Steve huffed. “But uh—”

Steve leaned into Eddie’s space, smirk widening as the distance between them shrank. “You can suck from me any time.” 

Eddie faked a gag, pushing Steve away from him and into the cushion. A hot flush crept quickly up his neck. “ Never say that again.”

Steve sat up, biting back a smile but failing miserably. “My offer still stands.”

Eddie rolled his eyes, painfully aware of how fond he looked. “Thanks.” 

Steve looked at Eddie with an expression that softened him from the inside-out. Eddie heard his pulse jump, eyebrows furrowing in contemplation. He glanced briefly at Eddie’s lips, making him wonder if there was still some blood on his mouth.

Steve opened his mouth to say something but was interrupted by his stomach, which grumbled loudly.

He blinked and looked up at Eddie. “I guess all that blood-loss worked up my appetite.” He smiled. “Wanna get some real food?”

Eddie rummaged around in his jacket pocket and pulled out a crumpled slip of paper. “I have a 5-dollar coupon for Surfer Boy.”

Steve takes the coupon from him, fingers brushing and sending electricity through his body. He held it up, shaking it gently in the air.

 “Surfer Boy it is.”

[gingerjolover]

Can I ask for a blurb about Naomi calming down their anxious/panicking gf pls 🥺

yes you may sweetheart!

i have two scenarios in my head (if that's alright with you sweet anon)

in person and over the phone

in person, naomi gives me cuddlebug energy okay? like maybe you et home from school or work and you're just having a shit day so you lay facedown on the couch, just sobbing quietly to yourself, the anxiousness creeping up in your throat, the burning spreading across your chest. Naomi comes home chipper as ever, like in a goofball mood, ready to mess with you. "'m home love," they say in a British accent, giggling before stopping and seeing you on the couch, instantly dropping their bags as their face falls into concern. Naomi makes their way to the couch, kneeling down next to you, "Hey baby, hey," just softly rubbing your back, maybe pushing some hair away from your face and ears so they can kiss your temple. "What's wrong, sweet girl?" not knowing if you need space or comfort. Responding is hard, one wrong move and you'll be thrust into a panic attack so your pinky just softly grazes Naomi's before they're scooping you up, laying down on the couch, making you lie on top of them. Naomi's hand runs up and down the expanse of your back, lips pressed to your head, giving you small prolonged pecks. "wanna talk about it?" naomi whispers, their heartbeat against your ear as you shake your head, more tears falling. "'s okay, I'm here," just cooing at you, their hand pressing you firmly to their chest, other hand massaging the small of your back, trying to ground you so you don't start hyperventilating again. Maybe you fall asleep there, Naomi holding you to their body so you can rest securely, protecting you from yourself and anxious mind.

over the phone, i have this exact scenario where naomi is on tour and you've been doing okay up until today where you're just panicking, like on the ground, phone to your ear, no real reason behind the forest fire in your chest, your muscles tense and burning, your nails digging into your leg or hand so you can feel something. and naomi is not answering like at all. zero responses. this of course makes you panic further, your mind running all of the scenarios in which they are hurt or ignoring you or... and finally you call katie or jo.

if you called jo i think theyd lowkey panic lol, like you'd be crying, words jumbled being like "need naomi, please" and jo would be frantic if they were in the greenroom and naomi was somewhere in the venue, scrambling around out of breath by the time they get to naomi. there's no warning for your poor partner, just a wide-eyed panicked jo shoving their phone at naomi yelling "here!"

if you called katie i think she would try and talk you down, scrambling to find naomi but definitely more graceful than josette. "I'm looking for them pretty girl just hang on," because katie knows you need comfort (and in my hc she def gives off protective bff mom friend vibes to jo and naomi's girlfriends). When Katie finally finds Naomi, they similarly to Jo thrust their phone at them, giving them a look.

"Hello?" Naomi says confused because this isnt their phone and who could it possibly b- "I'm sorry I just--I need you right now and I..." is all Naomi needs to hear before putting their equipment down and rushing off stage, hand to their other ear. "What's wrong baby?" before you just spill everything that you're feeling, panic rising in Naomi's chest at the pain in your voice. "I need you to breathe baby, can you do that, tell me something you can see..." and they start working through exercises to calm you down. When you're finally breathing normal, voice thick with emotion, Naomi lets out a sigh of relief before asking, "Should I come home? I can come home, I'll-I'll get Franki to look at flights right now," before you have to calm down your partner, apologizing for interrupting soundcheck when they passionately call you out, "Dont do that, don't say sorry... I'm sorry I'm not there... you call me whenever you need me, its what I'm here for."

[jakkon-and-rose-topic]

Cw: Mentions to graphic... sickness, blood, shaking, withdrawals in general, stuff like that, Swearing

By agonizing withdrawals, I mean agonizing. Be warned

(Please leave comments I love reading them, even if it's just a simple oof or F in the chat for this poor man - No he isn't dead)

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Jakkon stumbled and leaned heavily against the wall with a soft groan. He needed something, anything. It hurt. It hurt far worse than he'd expected. The Satyr gasped through his teeth, breaths shuddering with every movement as his throat tightened and his lungs shattered in his ribs.

He held onto the rock as best as he could, other hand gripping the fabric of his shirt over his chest as pain pulsed like a fiery heart beneath his skin. “Shit…” Jakkon looked up, gritting his teeth as he tried to level his ragged breaths. He needed to see the others. If not, they might suspect something was wrong. He needed to piece it back together and stand up straight. He could do that. He could handle pain. He could ignore it. He'd done it plenty of times before to fool Rose out of burning herself out. He could do it again.

Jakkon shook the hair out of his face and steadied himself. He managed a level step and quiet breaths, but he funneled all of his efforts into staying upright and could hardly find the control to keep his hands from shaking. A tugging dread crawled through his mind as his fake optimism began to crumble. What if he couldn't do this? What if it killed him? What if he hurt someone?

The Satyr shook his head as he forced an uneven smile and directed his attention to appearing fine. But despite all of his efforts, his heart raced and his focus slipped away. He stepped into the doorway of the main cavern and hesitated.

But before he could rethink his decision, Rose waved with a smile. “Good morning Horns!”

“Morning.” He nodded to her, slipping his hands behind his back as he trotted over and sat down beside her.

“Are you alright? You're awake later than usual.” The Fae raised an eyebrow.

“I’m alright. I will be. Do you have any tea, water, or something like that?”

Rose stopped for a moment, but Morena smiled at him from beyond her. “I do. Would you like some tea?”

“Yes please.” The Satyr smiled gratefully, finally able to let go of the concentration and effort it took to stand, hoping desperately that if he had something to drink, it might loosen the claws of pain digging into his skin from every angle.

“Here.” Morena smiled warmly as she pushed a cup of tea toward him.

The Satyr lifted the cup to his lips as gently as he could. It didn’t help as much as he’d hoped, but it did enough, taking his mind off of the pain for a moment. But the relief only lasted for a moment, as a sudden stab of new agony shot through his shoulder and an intense wave of nausea hit him like a rock.

He flinched, pulling back from the table. “Ah…F- I… I should go.”

“What? Horns! Horns are you okay?” Rose stood quickly.

Jakkon groaned in pain. “Yes… I’m… Fuck, ow, no! No, I’m not okay. Shit…”

Rose’s eyes widened and she started to move toward him, but worry sparked into his eyes as he noticed Rose’s desperate terror and instinctively pulled back to avoid hurting her, standing suddenly in an attempt to back away further. But the sudden motion finally snapped the last string holding him upright and he collapsed against the table, shaking.

“Shit! Fuck! Morena! Get Finn!” Rose tensed, vaulting over the table as Jakkon’s body shrank in on itself and fell to the ground, leaving him to convulse on the stone floor, as Rose began to panic, searching for something to do.

But as she froze, he coughed, blood beginning to foam from his mouth as his body began to shake and jerk violently. “Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Rose began to hyperventilate as she ripped the coat from her shoulders and shoved it under his head as a hope that it would help prevent any damage from the stones beneath him as her wings flapped and bright orange Roses rained petals so thick it covered both of them. His hands twitched, fingers gripping at nothing in the air as his entire body tensed and shook with him.

Finn and Morena rushed back into the room. Finn lunged for Rose, eyes widening in horror as he caught a glimpse of what was going on. The harpy pulled her back into the hallway, away from what was going on. Rose resisted his hold, screaming and clawing at his arms as she shrieked for her brother-in-law, terrified beyond anything she’d ever felt before.

Finn closed his eyes, trying to shut out Rose's desperate screams as her nails dug into his skin, just like Jakkon when Eveny had died. Fighting and screaming with all his will to save her, now Rose for him. Though she didn't fight like he had. She fought for her brother, for the last thing she had left.

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Yandere Shalnark- Darling

TW: Yandere themes, reader was obtained disgustingly, kidnapping, violence, kinda short, probably only like 1k words, drugging, manipulation, debt, kinda loan-sharks

(fic under cut)

"Bye" you got off of the phone with your landlord, "Shit" you sit on the curb outside of the apartment complex and hide your face in your hands. You sat and listened to the rain for what felt like the rest of your life

The rain was so loud, almost loud enough to block out a pair of quiet footsteps. It was far too late, the second you truly noticed the door hadnt opened was the same second the rag was placed over your face, The night sky blared in your eyes as it blurred and contorted the more you breathed in the sickeningly sweet chemical

You didnt expect to wake up, and certainly not in a dark room which seemed to inhabit just you and likely whatever creepy crawlies were sitting in the corners of these god forsaken walls. You cursed everything, you prayed that your friends and family knew you loved them and every other thing that came to mind

When instead of death, you were met with two men standing infront of you "ill be taking her now, feitan, thank you" you assume the other man just nodded because you were picked up, the man carried you for quite some time before you were dropped, the blindfold stopped you from seeing but you could hear a key jingling before you were picked up once more by the man, who dropped you on a concrete floor "im going to untie you now,ok" you dont have time to answer before the rope around your limbs was sliced quicker than you ask who he was

By the time you stood up and took off the blindfold he was on the other side of the room, sitting on a storage box in the large warehouse "sorry, i cant take you back to my place right now" You quickly back away from him, the door not unlocking as you rattle the door knob "sorry, your gonna need a key for that" The blonde man held up a key before placing it back in his pocket in one liquid motion

"Who are you?" The man seems to have a look of fake betrayal as he gasps "you really dont remember!..You were at a bank we robbed" Your eyes widen as the man "Me and the troupe that is, im Shalnark" your lungs seem to completely give up on you, it would seem so since they were unable to take a breath

"Are you going to hyperventilate?" Shalnark pulls out a small device with wings on the side "Id love to get a video" he gives a sweet smile and points the camera at you while you struggle to breathe on the cold concrete floor

"Whats going on?" A small boy comes out of the dark "Nothing, Kalluto" The boy takes one small glance at your struggling form and flicks his fan at you, A slew of air coming into your lungs as he does, You watch him leave just as quickly as he had entered the strangely tense room

"Thank you?..." you said as he quietly returned to his position elsewhere "Youll get used to it, afterall, youve got a lifetime!" he smiles and seems to be surprised when you perk up "What do you mean?!" His face returns to a near constant smile as he just looks at you like a child throwing a tantrum over something silly "I kidnapped you, i own you now..Youll never leave me" he says it as if its the most childish thing possible

"How did you find me" Shalnark laughs and gives you a glare "I didnt, your debt found me" he gets off of the box and approaches your shaking form, giggling when you tremble as his arm snakes around your shoulder "Your trembling darling! Im gonna bring you out to my..friends" his hand rests on your neck, threatening to squeeze but not quite doing so "If you act up, there will be consequences" his face gets much darker and disturbing than before, but he goes back to just being friendly as his arm returns around your shoulder as he practically carries you into another room "Hello!" he shouts out to the multiple men and women siting around the building "This is Y/N" he says as he drops you on an old couch next to the most muscular man you had ever seen "Nice to meet you" He holds his hand out and gives you a grin that showed his sharp teeth "Dont scare her uvo!" Uvogin just smiles "Just being polite, you dont mind? Right doll?" He turns to look at you once more, shalnark also sends you a look but his is a piercing glare "Well..uhm.." you shrug and the two both seemed to be annoyed at the fakely nonchalant action

Shalnark approaches you and grabs your wrist in almost an unbelievably tight grip, Another man in a black cowl seemed to take notice and smile as shalnark inches ever closer to breaking your wrist, you manage to pull your wrist away and inch away from shalnark. "darling, we'll talk about that later" he whispers in your ear while bending down to your height as you hug your knees and look around the room once more, eventually just keeping your head down

The people in the room spoke, they were so caught up they didnt seem to notice when you slinked away to explore, finding an exit quite quickly as you walk out into the surronding pavement to go down the street. You pause when you read the sign...The nearest town was 20 miles away and you were pretty sure there was just about no one around

You came back to the building and entered once more, noticing commotion in another room. You enter and shalnark practically tackles you "You left, pick your next words very wisely" his smile still remained as he stood above your form "im sorry" the smile fades and he gets off of you "You will be" he practically drags you until your behind closed doors

He pins you down on the ground, kneeling so he was in a position with your arm at his mercy "If i break your arm..you wont be able to leave for a couple weeks.." he debates his choice "if i break a leg..i could keep you here forever" he bites his lip, seeming to think about his desicion

You scream when your arm is pulled, the bone popping and dislocating "I havent even broken it yet!" he laughs as tears stream down your face and onto the floor. He pulls harder and laughs once more when your scream gets louder "Its not that bad! Maybe ill do your leg too~" he coos in your ear as he pulls until he hears a clean snap

He gets up and stretches "That really got me worked up...maybe i can help feitan out!" he smiles and waves goodbye as he goes off to find feitan. Your left with a disgustingly intense pain in your arm, You get on the nearby bed which you assumed was his and clutched your arm

Hours pass, He returns and is suprised to see you still laying down crying "I guess i overestimated you...You are just a civilian after all" he sits down next to you and hands you a bottle of pain relief pills and a gatorade "I stole them from some store nearby" he says it as if its normal as he watches you take the pills "They might make you tired" he looks at you, watching you yawn "Feel free to go to bed, i have to be out tonight" theres a carelessness in his voice as he walks out

You give into sleep, curling up under the thin blankets as the pain dies down

You wake up to shalnark leaning over you, "Your finally awake!" he smiles as the pain from your arm registers. He sits down on the bed next to you and pokes your arm "I went out and stole stuff to make this more...comfortable for you" you nod and look at the bag on the floor and a fuzzy blanket that sat next to it "I really shouldnt give them to you..but im choosing to be nice even after your little escape attempt yesterday" you give him a irritated look "it was not an escape attempt" he gives you a sarcastic glance "Sure it wasnt" he searches through the shopping bag on the floor for a moment

"i dont eat breakfast, but Fei said most people do" he puts a yogurt on the bed and smiles as you pick it up. Your about to eat it but look at him and he seems confused before you speak "did you remember to buy a spoon?" it registers "Nope!, another member might have one though" he walks out before you can ask which

Your forced to get out of bed, trying to not put any pressure on your already aching arm as you try to remember the name of the one who you met yesterday. You found him talking to who you assumed was Feitan with your yogurt in one hand as the other laid strangely against your side "Do either of you know where i can find a spoon" You yawn and stare at them as they point to the bar behind you

You approach the bar and see a couple plastic spoons, you picked one up and began eating as the two men watched you retreat back to the room you had came from and sit back down on the bed. You looked at the bag from this morning, but dont dare look inside as you lay your head down

Sleep envelopes you as you quietly shift, you placed the fluffy blanket over you along with the few thin ones that were on the bed. You would sleep until shalnark appeared again...

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can’t wait for part 18 !!!!!

Heal My Wounds

Your Ex's Friend (part 18)

Rhea Ripley x Reader / Damian Priest x Reader

Tw: physical and sexual abuse, toxic relationship, selfharm, eating disorder, panic attacks

Summary: You are in a toxic relationship with an abusive man but manage to run away. A tall, black haired woman picks you up from the streets just in time so your ex doesn't get you. But who is she and why does she seem so familiar to you? As you get to know each other you start to notice weird feelings you never had before whenever she's around.

The door slams shut behind you and you press your back against the wall next to it.

Tears are running down your face, you're breathing heavily, still feeling like you can't get enough air. Your whole body is tense and you're shivering from fear.

Nobody from the judgement day seams to notice you're absence as of now. Damn it why did I listen to Rhea! You think to yourself.

You see the door opening again from the corner of your eye. It's the same man that touched you. You recognize him. It's one of your ex's friends, who came over sometimes.

"What are you running from pretty?" he says with a gross grin. You gasp for air and try to get away but he's fast and pins you against the wall.

"Why'd you leave him huh? Admit it, you always liked me better" he groans to your ear. You don't answer. You can't answer, you can't breathe, there is this awful ringing tone inside of your ear, your vision is blurry..

"Answer me or do I really need to teach you how to use that mouth again?" he smirks. You shake your head and close your eyes, not wanting to see what he does next.

He takes a step back and opens the zipper of his jeans. You want to run, but your legs don't move. It would be pointless anyway, he's way faster and stronger, just like him back then..

Suddendly the man in front of you I violently pushed to the ground. You gasp and a scream of fear leaves your mouth. "STAY AWAY FROM MY GIRL!" you hear someone yell in anger.

Your legs give out underneath you but before you can fall two strong arms wrap around you, keeping you up. "Shh it's okay, I'm here, I've got you" Damian whispers.

You sob in relief and hug him tightly. You're still shivering but at least you're not alone anymore. He holds you close and you hear Dominik argue with the man.

"What the Fuck was that supposed to be huh?!" he shouts, ready to beat the shit out of him.

"Bro calm down it was just a joke! Just a joke come on you're a man you get that we wanna have fun sometimes don't you?" the other one laughs.

"Dom don't do anything stupid, you've already been to jail once because of something silly like this" Damian warns.

"Something silly like this?! Are you fucking kidding me Damian?!" Dominik is furious.

"No Dom I didn't mean it like this, it's just that we don't need another fight now, we've got enough problems" Priest tries to calm him down.

Dom huffs and lets go of the man on the ground, who quickly gets to his feet and runs away. "Yeah you better run! If it wouldn't be for Damian Priest here you wouldn't even be alive anymore!" Dom yells after him.

Damian puts a hand on his shoulder and they make eye contact. Dom nods and dissappears back inside. You stay with Priest, still clinging onto him and hyperventilating. He holds you tight and rubs your back to calm you down.

"It's okay y/n, I've got you, we're here now" he whispers in your hair. "Thank you so much" you mumble against his chest.

A few minutes later Dominik returns with Rhea and Finn. Rhea immediately runs up to you and wants to hug you but Damian stops her.

She shoots him an angry looks and he explains "She's having a panic attack Rhea, be careful" she nods and gently embraces you. "God y/n baby I'm so sorry" she cries out. You hug her back and burry your head in the crook of her neck.

"Does anyone know who he was?" Finn asks, standing slightly offside not knowing how to react to everything. Damian and Dom shake their heads, but you slowly pull away from Rhea.

"I know" you say, your voice barely above a whisper. Your girlfriend keeps her arms around you, resting her head on your shoulder and stroking your side with her thumb.

"It was one of my Ex's friends. He came over sometimes and I know he already liked me back then because I was so obedient, other than his girlfriend at that time." you explain and wipe away a tear.

They nod and you feel a tear falling down on your shoulder. "Hey it's okay Demi, it's not your fault" you whisper and hug her again.

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Part 18 with a picture of Barry this time, he's soo cuteee

Taglist:@babybatlover @legit9thlunaticwarrior @thatonepansexual2000

[enid-rhees]

for you | Maggie Rhee x fem!reader

summary: you finally kill the man who hurt the girl you love.

genre: a bit of angst and a bit of fluff . kinda FTL

warnings: killing Negan (???), descriptive mentions of what Negan did to Glenn.

A/N: i’m absolutely loving Dead City so far, this doesn’t take place in that timeline though. this story takes place years before. so nothing happens to Hershel jr :)

everyone was fighting. gunshots filled your head, you couldn’t hear anything else. your body went into auto pilot, shooting whoever tried to step in front of you. you heard screaming, but couldn’t tell who or where it came from. everything was blurring together.

you wished this would end. all you wanted was for Hilltop to be safe. for Maggie and Hershel to be safe. that’s all you wanted. you wanted this to be over.

out of the corner of your eye, you noticed another coming after you. you turned around, shooting a bullet into his head with one clean shot. he fell to the ground, body losing color.

your eyes rapidly scanned the area, trying to find Maggie. you ran, dodging bullets and fists as you did so. your focus was her, and only her.

when you spotted her, you noticed a girl coming up on her from her blind spot. your legs took control of your body and you ran as fast as you could. you grabbed onto Maggie, pulling her out of the way and shooting the girl in one swift movement.

Maggie gasped, still processing the last two seconds. “are you okay?!” you yelled over the constant noise. she nodded, “i’m okay.” you pulled her into a hug, tightly gripping onto her back. you both stayed like that for a moment, not saying a word.

“well, would you look at that.” Maggie tensed in your arms as that voice came through. you pulled away, pulling Maggie behind you as you looked up, making eye contact with Negan.

he had that stupid, shit-eating grin on his face. the one that had been haunting Maggie for years.

“looks like the widow has a new pet!” he laughed, his bat swinging in his hands. you furrowed your brows at him. “never thought i’d see a day like this,”

“whatever you’re planning to do, just stop.” you told him. “what the hell do you think you gain from all of this?”

he laughed again. “i gain everything, widow’s pet. i gain your people, your guns, your food, everything! actually, i’ll even gain you! you will belong to me when i finish this. you will work for me.”

you looked at him with disgust, not understanding how someone could say these things out loud and not realize how psychotic they sound.

your hand reached into the back of your pants for your gun again. you kept it at your side, finger resting on the trigger. you already cocked the gun.

“oh, sweetie. you really think you can kill me? i’m sorry, but do you know who the hell i am? do you know who the hell you’re standing in front of?!” his voice got louder with each word, but you kept your strong suit up. you wouldn’t let him break you so easily like this.

“i’m sure Maggie here has told you what i’ve done, correct?” you were hesitant, but you nodded. he smiled, tongue licking over his teeth. Negan started to step closer to you.

you backed up, slightly raising the gun.

“oh, so you know very well how i beat her husband to death, yeah? how i taunted him as he bled out, shaking on the ground. how his eye bursted out of its socket, how he could barely say his last words to her as i beat his head into the ground until it was mush.”

you could feel Maggie hyperventilating behind you, her body shaking worse than you’ve ever seen. you stared at him with utter disgust and disbelief.

Negan took another step closer to you, raising his bat.

“if you really want to try and kill me, go for it. you know why? because in two minutes when you fail miserably, i’m going to do the exact same thing to you as i did to Glenn. and you will feel every last hit as i make Maggie watch it happen all over-“

your hand snapped up as your finger pressed down on the trigger. a single bullet shot through, and the next thing you knew, Negan was on the ground, a single line of blood dripping down his head.

you dropped the gun, feeling your body go numb. there was no longer gun shots blaring in your ear or screams of terror, everything and everyone went silent.

Maggie sobbed out loud, pulling you into a bone crushing hug. you could barely feel yourself hug her back, but you did, holding the back of her head. sobs racked through her body, unable to keep them in any longer.

it had finally felt like the biggest weight was lifted off of Maggie’s shoulders. Negan was dead. it didn’t erase Glenn’s death, but it brought justice to it.

you weren’t sure if you were going to be able to kill him like you did. each time Negan spoke, he grew more intimidating and aggressive. but when he started to make Maggie relive that awful night, and how he threatened to do the same to you in front of her, you lost it. imagining Maggie being hurt again was a nightmare to you.

“you’re safe now.” you whispered, running your hand through her hair now as she continued to cry in your shoulder. “Negan’s dead.”

Maggie pulled away, her green eyes red and glossed beyond belief from her crying. “you- you killed him.” she managed to get out.

“for you,” you whispered. “i couldn’t let him do that to you again. i-“ Maggie cut you off, her lips connecting to yours.

you and Maggie were never official. you always gave her as much space as she needed because you never sure if she wanted another relationship. you were patient with her. she knew she had feelings for you, but didn’t know what to do. Maggie was terrified of you getting hurt.

but now that Negan was dead, she felt free.

Maggie pulled away, leaning her head on yours. “i love you,” she whispered. “for a while now i have. but- i couldn’t let anything happen to you. i couldn’t find the strength to make you mine.”

“i’m yours.” you whispered back. “i’m all yours, Maggie.”

she smiled slightly, connecting your lips again. there was an emotion radiating through the kiss, one that felt euphoric. one that finally made everything so clear. you were finally Maggie’s, and Maggie was finally able to breathe again.

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You Are Only Human

Fandom: The Boys

Relationship: Billy Butcher x SupeReader

A/N: This was originally published on my IG like.. three months ago? And since I’m currently procrastinating on finishing requests I thought I’d leave this one for y’all 🫶 I tried adding a few things but nothing too crazy hope y’all like it! 💚

Also this is a semi-spoiler if y’all haven’t seen the latest season, but if you’ve seen it, then you’re good!

Summary: After taking Compound V as a last resort, it has not been easy on the Brute.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: (Yes-ish) Panic Attacks, Comforting, Angst, Butcher being Butcher, Butcher Struggling, Butcher Takes Com V, Small confession, Kissing.

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Finding Butcher standing in front of a mirror, dark eyes glaring at his own reflection, shoulders tensed, hands gripping either side of the sink with sweat visibly sliding down his neck, was nothing new. It has become an everyday thing with the Brute, and since it has becoming a regular occurrence you were able to spot the problem from a mile away. Like now for instance, you were making your way through the building, eyes scanning through the manilla folder in your hands when you heard a sound coming from the beaten up bathroom. Following the sound, your feet come to a stop by the entrance when you see the Brute hunched in front of the sink, shoulders tensed and shaking, hands gripping the sink and knowing right away he was having another episode. A panic attack.

After taking Compound V as a last resort, it has not been easy on the Brute. Constant anxiety and panic attacks, uncontrollable rage, strength, would occur on a daily. Weeks. It has been going on for weeks and only seemed to get worse, or at least that’s how the man felt. Of course he never told you this, would hate to admit the truth to you, about how he can barely breathe sometimes, the fear that is constantly hanging on his shoulders, not fear of what he can do, but of what he can do to you. He didn’t want to hurt you, would definitely avoid you if he can, but you were always there, with him, through it all, guiding him.

He didn’t understand why he kept having these episodes, why it seemed harder to control when he didn’t find it difficult when he took the temporary V, was it because it was natural? Stronger? Permanent? These were questions he didn’t have answers for. Yet, he wouldn’t be in this fucking mess, hyperventilating in front of a goddamn mirror, that he just punched the shit out of, if he’d just listen to M.M. If he’d just stop being a fucking cunt. For once. He wouldn’t be feeling this burning feeling in his veins, the rapid heartbeat in his chest, the urge to just let go, he should’ve stopped. He should’ve Fucking stopped.

“Butcher..Control it,” You tell him with a firm tone, causing a shuddering exhale to leave the man’s mouth,

His orange beams continue to look at you through the shattered mirror, until he shuts his eyes tightly and lets his head hang low as he tries to breathe in and out. But each time he tried inhaling through his nose, just like you had taught him, he’d feel it getting caught in his throat, making the heaviness in chest stronger, making everything around him close in. Fuck. He definitely does not miss this, last time he had a panic attack this severe was when he came back home from the military, he was a total mess, but just like you, he had Becca at the time.

The sound of the sink cracking against his hands can be heard as his grip only tightens, he really couldn’t fucking breathe, it was getting harder by the minute, his eyelids were burning from the urge to just let go, and the anger that was becoming stronger was not helping.

“Butcher,” You try again as you take a step closer to him, but that only made his attack worse,

“Leave,” He harshly spits out, still trying to intake deep breaths, even if it sounds as if he gasping for air,

“Fight it,” You ignore him as you continue to push him, to try and get him to take control, he’s done it before, multiple times, he just needs to find his way to the wheel again,

“Fucking leave, (Y/n),” Please! He mentally begs you as he shakes his head,not wanting you to be next to him at the moment, fearing he was finally going to lose control and actually hurt you,

But you didn’t. You were still there, firmly demanding him to breathe, to grab ahold of the wheel, and that he was not alone. You made sure he knew he was not alone. You, out of anyone else knew what he was going through, you once were new with your abilities as well. Learning how to use and control them for the first time was definitely difficult, it was a challenge to keep them hidden, especially at school, not being able to use them against your bully to show them your not one to fuck with was definitely hard. Especially when you too struggled with anger, it only made it harder to control, but eventually, you learned to control it.

Standing right next to him you can see the way the sink begins to crack against his grip, hair damped with sweat, shoulders tensed and shaking as he tries to gather his breathing. It hurt you, just like any other day, to see him this way. It hurt to see him so vulnerable, insecure, scared, instead of his ruthless, brutal self. But, it just showed just how human he still was.

“I’m not going anywhere,” You tell him, finally meeting those bright, orange beam eyes of his, they glowed brightly at you as if to intimidate you, but all you saw was fear, all you saw was Butcher,

“Please. Get out,” Butcher finally begs you, glowing eyes pleading at you, hands tightening their grip on the sink when he only feels the heaviness getting stronger in his chest,

He exhales with a shake of his head, eyes shutting tightly to get them to stop, but the moment he lets his head dangle he feels warm, slim fingers finding their way underneath his jaw, forcing his head back up. Causing his eyes to open, which were still glowing brightly.

“Look at me,” Is all you tell him before inhaling deeply through your nose and slowly letting it back out through your mouth,

He continues to stare at you, glowing eyes averting from your mouth to your eyes, “We’ve done this before.. we can do it again,”

At your words, your other free hand settles softly onto his. Fingers slowly easing his grip on the sink then holding his hand the moment he finally lets go. The whole time you slowly tried prying his grip away, you kept eye contact with him as you continued doing breathing exercises with him. Before he even knew it, his whole body was now turned towards you, both hands holding your own as he leaned against the near shattered sink. In a matter of minutes, his orange beams slowly began fading away, being replaced by those familiar beautiful hazel orbs of his that remained holding eye contact with you.

You slowly nod your head at him, “That’s it. Breathe,”

And he does just that. Breathing with you, holding your hand, hazel eyes staring directly at you, not once looking away. Even after his breathing and heart rate had settled down, he still remained leaning against the sink, hands holding on to your own. You knew he would soon lock himself out, it was only matter of time before he pushed you away from embarrassment just like he usually would after composing himself, but before he can even avert your eyes, you let your hand settle on his bearded cheek, forcing his eyes to lock onto yours. Gently brushing away a tear stain with your thumb from his skin, you tell him the words that you think he should know.

“You’re only human, Butcher,” Your (E/c) eyes hold contact with his hazel ones as you continue, “Having panic attacks and fear doesn’t make you weak… it just means you’re still human,”

You give him a small sincere, warm, comforting smile as you gently tap his cheek with your thumb. However, as you dropped your hand from his cheek and began walking away to give him the space he wants, a firm hand is grasping onto your wrist, stopping you from taking a another step. The sudden action has you looking up at him, watching the way his hazel orbs are staring at you with an unreadable look.

Butcher continues to stare at you in silence, firm fingers still curled around your wrist, then with a small voice he says, “Why the fuck do yer stay?”

Wasn’t exactly what he wanted to say, but it was definitely what he kept asking himself. Why did you stay? Why would you waste your breath on him? He’s hurt you and the rest of the boys countless times, and yet, you’re still here. With him. He’s done nothing but bring you pain, he didn’t deserve your help. He didn’t deserve you.

“Because I know what you’re going through… and you shouldn’t be going through it alone,” You tell him, gazes not once parting from each other,

Something in his eyes switch, turning firmer as he lowers his head, voice slightly gruff with his next words, “I’m not worth it,”

A small smile tugs on your lips, the same smile you always give him when you know something he doesn’t, and that honestly frustrates him the fuck out. But it was your next words that make his blood freeze.

“You are to me,” He remains staring at you with a dumbfounded look, his grip on your wrist slightly loosening, but before he can even think of anything to say back you beat him to it, “I’ll go make you a tea,”

At your words you easily slip your wrist from his hold and walk out the room without another word, without hesitation. He didn’t know it but you too were close to having a panic attack yourself, you had just revealed your feelings for him without meaning to. It just came out smoothly and now you had to get away from him before he can say anything, before he can reject you.

He watched your frame disappear, mind replaying your words, heart sinking and floating back up to his chest as he weights your words. Then, before he even knows it he’s pushing himself off the sink and storming his way towards the little lunch area in the building where you had your back facing him as you leaned your hands against the counter.

As you were waiting for the kettle, mentally cursing at yourself for even saying what you did a couple minutes ago, you didn’t hear the way Butcher stomped his way to you until you’re being turned around by strong hands. The sudden movement makes a small noise to leave from your throat, but was quickly muffled when a pair of lips land on yours, turning it into a choked moan. Your eyes grew wide for a moment as your mind tried comprehending what is happening, but when it finally registered realize it was Butcher’s lips who were nervously molding with yours, you immediately reacted back. Fingers finding their way to his long locks at the base of his neck as you deepen the kiss. A breath of relief fans against your skin, feeling the way Butcher only holds you tighter against his chest, hands firmly holding you from your back as he too deepens the kiss.

You two remained that way, savoring and holding each other for what seemed like an hour, but in reality it was only 10 minutes.

However, the sound of voices coming from the entrance, halts both your movements, then before you know it Butcher lifts you off the ground, causing your legs to automatically wrap around his torso as he leads you both away from the miniature kitchen. How did he manage to sneak past the gang without getting noticed? You had no idea and could careless about it, only thing you did cared about was the man in your arms, and nothing else.

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[edengarden]

Manhandling

Synopsis: Caesar pushes you a little too far. You (have no choice but to) retaliate.

Pairing: Caesar x gn!reader

Warnings:  profanity, (sensitive) horn grabbing, Caesar gets a lil too hot and bothered, reader has grabbable hair, reader’s kinda mean to him (please treat the meow meow with care). Caesar says “ma’am” once. Sadomasochism.

WARNING: THIS IS HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE. Read at your own risk.

Notes: I was chatting with @lairu while she was drawing Caesar’s 100% expression for the blushing meme, and this is what came of it! Enjoy!

The copy-pasting process from google docs was a little messy so please notify me if the paragraphs aren’t showing in the right order!

You’d like to say that you had developed a certain sort of tolerance for Caesar’s antics. You’d like to say that you’ve gotten used to it, that you know how the story goes. That you can handle it and find ways to avoid his eccentricity. The truth is, Caesar seems to find some twisted pleasure in catching you off-guard and annoying the ever loving shit out of you. Which you had at some point wished you could reciprocate; you were more than ready to stoop down to his level. However, any attention seems to be good attention for Caesar. And while you were prepared to get on his nerves, you weren’t ready to give him what he was so obstinately begging for at the moment. 

Which is how you ended up here. About to reach your damn limit with him while he pressed all the right buttons to piss you off. You had given up on taking deep, calming sighs a while back. 

Caesar slapped your work right out of your hands as if he were swatting away a pesky fly. “You know what you have to do,” he insisted, leaning over your shoulder, taunting you. There was no way in hell you’d actually entertain him and his constant need for attention. Because once you started, there was no stopping. You’d be stuck with his annoying ass until he deemed it was time for him to go. Which usually takes a long fucking time to occur. And there’s no shaking off once you participate in his games. So, you did the next best thing. 

Silently, you got up to your feet, brushed yourself off, and walked right around him. If you walked far enough, maybe you could leave the room and get to another one. A lockable one. However, Caesar had other plans. While you expected him to object to your taking off, you hadn’t planned for him to grab the hair from the back of your head to keep you right where you were. 

Your reaction was instantaneous. You weren’t going to sit around and let some attention-starved man drag you around by the hair as if your job was to entertain him. It was all too embarrassing to let him do something like that to you. So, with a quick hand, you grabbed his wrist and squeezed it hard enough for him to let go of your hair. You turned on your heels and, focused on giving him a taste of his own medicine, your hand that wasn’t currently letting go of his wrist reached up to grab at the base of his horn. You sneered at him as you pushed him backwards until his back crashed against the wall. Caesar let out a pathetic yelp as you kept him trapped  between you and the wall, his shoulders tensing and his head tilting, trying to ease the pressure you put on his horn.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, you ruffian?!” He cried out, as if he weren’t in one great, big self-dug grave. You couldn’t even take him seriously; not with the way your grip on his horn was obviously affecting him. Flushed, tense, nearly hyperventilating, dilated pupils and upturned eyebrows. The touch, as well as the sudden domineering attitude you put forth was doing things to him and maybe you’d have taken notice of it if you weren’t as pissed off as you currently were. Still, he somehow found the audacity to speak as if he hadn’t brought this upon himself. 

“I don’t know who the fuck you think you are,” you practically spat at him, pulling on his horn. Caesar let out a pathetic whimper when his head was forced back a little. Had you been in your right mind, maybe you’d have felt a little bad for him. Or maybe you’d have noticed that he had melted into your touch a little, as if he were enjoying the brutal way you were handling him at the moment. “But you do not get to fucking manhandle me around as if I’m merely here for your entertainment. Am I clear?” 

Caesar’s chest was heaving up and down as his breathing had yet to calm down a little. He wasn’t in the right mindset to fully understand what you were saying, but you weren’t in the right mindset to comprehend that. So, instead, you gave another harsh tug on his horn. His knees buckled as he yelped. One of his hands came to weakly grasp at your wrist. “Please..!” He whimpered. The touch seemed to bring you back a little and you lessened the pressure. 

“I said; am I clear?” You repeated. You’d gone this far; the least you could hope for is that this would at least bear fruit in some way. Caesar tried to nod, but was unable to do so. You still wanted an answer from him. “Am I clear?” 

“Yes..!” He quickly replied, most likely saying this to save his skin more than anything else. You weren’t having that. You needed more confirmation of his understanding. So, shifting your hand down on his horn to firmly grasp it at the very base, where you supposed it was attached to his skull, you growled out a ‘yes, what?’. You’d expected him to confirm that he wouldn’t treat you like crass anymore. “Yes, ma’am!” He whined. His back slid down on the wall a little as his knees seemed to give out. His eyebrows scrunched together in some odd semblance of pain, though he seemed quite far from actually suffering. 

You hadn’t expected that type of response, and you were a bit scared of the reaction it internally coaxed. Out of shock, you withdrew from him completely, frowning in slight confusion at him. “Just don’t treat me like that again.” You replied. You took a few steps away from him as Caesar tried to gain his bearings. He pressed a gloved hand to his face, as if trying to gauge how flushed he was at the moment, despite, well, wearing a glove and knowing it would prevent him from feeling temperature altogether. Though from the fact that he didn’t seem all that far from sweating, it should be enough of a sign for him to realize that he was incredibly red at the moment. He looked down at you with dilated pupils and slightly upturned eyebrows. His eyes were a bit foggy; not quite all there yet. 

“You, uh…” He huffed out, catching his breath a little. He was still leaning against the wall. Now that you were a bit calmer, you couldn’t believe what you’ve done to him. The extent to which you… influenced him. That sort of power made you feel… good. Were you not a decent person, you might have tried it again on him, right now. 

Instead, you decided to flee before Caesar could convince you to give in to your impulses. 

[be0mcore]

TXT being on a reality show, like Weekly Idol or Idol Room, with their idol!s/o's group. And midway though the show they notice that their s/o is showing signs of having an anxiety/panic attack and is looking for any exit or at them for comfort, as well as trying to stay composed at the same time.

Thanks in advanced and love the blog

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ txt comforting you through a panic attack on a variety show

notes: i'm gonna be honest i don't watch a lot of variety/reality shows so i apologise if it sounds inaccurate as i've basically pulled it all straight from my ass lmao. also!! thank you for being so patient! i promise i'm getting requests done!! ty!! <3

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

tw: panic attacks, mental health.

❥˗ˏˋyeonjun ´ˎ˗

◦ he senses your panic attack happening before he even sees it. he knows you like the back of his hand, so it doesn’t take long for him to find out something’s wrong. he looks over at you and as soon as he sees your wide eyes and short breaths, his heart breaks in two. all he knows is that he needs to be with you, right this second. but it’s so hard to do so when your relationship hasn’t been exposed to the public yet.

he makes eye contact with you, and immediately mouths an “are you okay?” when the cameras aren’t on him. he does this for the remainder of the shoot. “you’re doing so well baby” “breathe, my darling” “it’ll be over soon, beautiful” “i love you” if he can’t touch you, he’ll have to comfort you in other ways. however, as soon as the filming is over, yeonjun is by your side in an instant.

he immediately strides towards you, not caring who’s looking. you look up at him with tears in your eyes from having to hold the panic in for so long, and he wastes no time in wrapping you in his arms while cursing the world for making you feel like shit. you start to softly shake and sniffle, and yeonjun holds you tighter, one hand caressing your head while the other stays firmly on your waist. he gives you small butterfly kisses while whispering words of encouragement: “you did so well” “i’m so proud of you” “it’s all over now, yeah?”. he’s absolutely shattered, and can’t wait to go home to take care of you properly <3

❥˗ˏˋsoobin ´ˎ˗

◦oh gosh baby is completely clueless for the first ten minutes. he’s so engrossed in whatever the hosts are saying, that he doesn’t notice you sitting there all tense, desperately looking for an exit. one of your group members crack a joke, so while everyone’s laughing soobin using the opportunity to take a quick glance at you, and that’s when he sees. and boy does his face immediately drop in concern.

he doesn’t know what to do, especially because your relationship is completely secret. he also has an image to uphold, especially because he’s the leader. so he continues on with the variety show, stealing glances at you every so often. when he makes eye contact with you, he can see you silently pleading to comfort him, but he knows that he can’t. he spends the rest of the shoot sitting in guilt and worry, praying to whoever’s up there to finish the shoot right that second.

as soon as the shoot is finished, you’re all escorted to your dressing rooms. soobin however has other plans, and immediately grabs you and pulls you over somewhere private. just like yeonjun, he wastes no time in getting you in his arms, wrapping them tightly around you and burying his face in your hair. he does this partly out of comfort but also partly out of guilt, since he feels extremely bad for leaving you there on your own. he feels you shake and hyperventilate, and he can’t help but tear up. he hates seeing you like this, absolutely despises it. so he vows that when you get home, he’s going to take care of you in the way he wishes he could during the filming <3

❥˗ˏˋbeomgyu ´ˎ˗

◦he may be the king of variety shows, but that doesn’t stop him from being absolutely aware of your every move. he knows that you find these things anxiety inducing, so when he found out that you were both going to be on the same show, he knew exactly what to do. every five seconds he was glancing over at you. and he couldn’t help it, not only did he want to take care of you, but you were also so so so stunning. his eyes just seemed to automatically wander towards you, it was habit at this point. so when he glanced over and saw you looking back with a panicked expression on your face, the alarms in his head instantly went off.

he knew what experiencing panic was like, and he also knew that it would gradually get worse. however, he also knew how strict filming was, and so it was unlikely you’d be able to get a break. so he made sure to show off his entertainment skills so that the cameras wouldn’t be focused on you while you were trying to calm down. he started cracking jokes, running around, and generally interacting with the hosts much more. every time the camera wasn’t on him he’d instantly be looking at you, sending you small finger hearts and reassuring smiles. in all honesty, being the absolute centre of attention was quite stressful, but he was more than happy to do it for you. anything for you. he’d eat his own heart if you asked him to.

after the shoot, he was by your side in an instant. his hands went to cup your face, and he turned you upwards to look at him. “you alright baby?” he’d ask as he gently started to caress your face. “you’re okay now, so proud of you.” he’d say before planting soft kisses all over your face. he’d take your hands if they were still shaking and pull you into a warm hug. would plant even more kisses on the top of your head while squeezing your waist for reassurance. once it was time to leave, he’d send you texts throughout the day to check up on you, while also reminding you that you’re the strongest baddest bitch he knows <3

❥˗ˏˋtaehyun ´ˎ˗

◦let’s be honest here, he notices your anxiety before you even do. since he’s mega in love you, he just couldn’t stop staring at you the entire time, which led him to instantly notice how your hands began to slightly shake, and how your jaw was more tense than usual. he low key starts to panic as well, because he has no idea what to do. how can he comfort you without exposing your relationship? so he decides that the best thing he can do is try to change the topic whenever it lands on you. he thinks he’s doing a good job of it, however as soon as you look at him with absolute fear in your eyes, he knows exactly what he needs to do.

he wastes no time in announcing that he needs a toilet break. thankfully, the producers agree to let everyone off on a short break. while everyone is going off to rest, you try and look for him for comfort, but he’s nowhere to be found. your anxiety starts to peak again, until tae arrives next to you with a water bottle and snacks. he’s not so good with comforting through words or physical touch, so he’s hoping he can comfort you through acts of service instead. he sits you down and encourages you to tell him what’s wrong, which you do.

he has his hand on your inner thigh the entire time, rubbing soothing circles. he listens eagerly, moves hair out of your face, and tries to help you calm down. he helps you do breathing exercises, drink water, and forces you to eat something small. food fixes everything, after all. once you’re much more calm, he gives you a peck on the lips for some final comfort before you’re forced to go back on set. for the rest of the shoot he’s constantly looking at you, making eye contact and giving you small smiles of encouragement <3

❥˗ˏˋkai ´ˎ˗

◦poor guy is absolutely clueless. he’s having a great time cracking jokes, playing games, and just generally mucking around until he catches you on the literal verge of tears. he instantly gets super concerned, and has zero clue on what to do. he tries to make eye contact with you and ask if you’re alright, but it’s quite hard when there’s a thousand cameras pointing at you. he decides to take the first opportunity he can to get close to you, which is by swiftly moving inch by inch when the cameras aren’t looking.

as soon as he’s next to you, he sneakily puts his hand on your lower back, rubbing in soft circles. he really hopes it gives you comfort, which it does. if he gets the chance, he leans down when nobody is looking to whisper words of encouragement in your ear. “it’s alright baby, just breathe.” “you’ve got this sweetheart, only an hour to go.” “i’m right here beside you baby, i’m not leaving”. his reassurance calms you down a lot, and you can already feel your anxiety lessen just by having him near.

after the shoot, kai instantly checks up on you. he squeezes your cheeks, telling you how cute you were and how well you did in the filming. he pulls you close to his chest in a back hug, his arms sneaking around your waist, nuzzling his nose into your neck. he probably starts to softly hum, allowing you to take any time you need to recover. he’s honestly so inspired by you, and thinks you’re insanely cool and brave for being able to get through that situation. it just gives him another reason to fall in love with you <3

[angelo-the-doctor-of-feelings]

Hey, uh… sorry if this is rude or personal or something- But can you talk about any experience you’ve had with a panic attack? like a story of you having one or one of your brothers having one? thanks

Donnie had a full-blown panic attack recently.

Donnie allowed me to share this story with you.

Warnings: food issues, disordered eating (?)

It was a typical morning, Donnie was the first to get up & started brewing coffee in our kitchen.

I'm always the second to great the day - it's my unofficial job to make breakfast, then Raph joins later, drawn in by the lovely smell of food & and lastly our night owl, Leon. I actually doubt he gets proper sleep anyway. He's up until the morning hours & then randomly passes out of exhaustion.

I decided to make pancakes for everyone, Donnie insisted to eat his same food, oatmeal - he always sticks to those when he's having a hard time or when he knows it will get stressful OR when the day had been stressful. I have stopped to ask him for a change in his eating habits since pressure won't do anything & I'm happy he eats. You should know that Donnie's relationship with food is complicated & it has been very troublesome in the past.

We started preparing the food & setting the table.

I decided to make some strawberry yogurt to go with the pancakes when I had the dough ready to bake.

"Hey Donald, could I get some of your yogurt?"

"Sure." He passed me the container without giving me a glance & I noticed he was staring at his bowl.

"Is everything alright?" I asked carefully.

He didn't answer.

I shrugged it off & started baking the pancakes & mixing the yogurt with the chopped strawberries.

I was growing a bit concerned by the minutes passing. Usually, Donnie vocally stims (chirping & soft humming) when he's preparing his food, but on this day, it was different. Donnie didn't make a single noise.

When the pancakes were ready, Raph joined us & finished setting the table.

"Yo, Mike, yo Don!"

Donnie remained silent as he placed his bowl of oatmeal at his place. Raph looked at me puzzled, but all I could do was shrug.

After breakfast was ready to consume, I went to wake Leon, who slept in (again).

Before I left the kitchen, Donnie grabbed my bath robe (it's sooo comfy!) with a tight grip.

His face was blank & he seemed very tense. "Yes, Donnie?"

He struggled to find words, I saw it. This is never a good sign. I raised my hands & wiggled my fingers to signal he could do sign language as well.

Donnie let go & started signing.

"I can't eat."

"What do you mean, you can't eat?" I asked carefully.

"It's the oatmeal."

"What about it?"

Donnie fidgeted with his hands, looking away. I touched his shoulder comfortingly. He had eaten it for three years straight, every single day. What could have been wrong with it now?

"Don't worry, Donnie. You don't have to eat. I am going to wake Leon now, alright?"

My purple brother simply nodded & I left the kitchen.

Only to find Donnie absolutely devastated a few minutes later sitting on the kitchen floor, rocking back & forth while crying.

"Oh my gosh, what happened, Raph?" Leon was still very sleepy, but he was quickly awake when he saw Donnie.

"He smelled at his oats & then just started crying & shaking!" Raph answered.

I sat beside Donnie & tried talking to him, but he couldn't communicate verbally, nor with his hands.

He was hyperventilating.

"Shit."

And then our group dynamics changed as they ways do, when something like this happens:

I fixed my glasses (I usually wear contacts) & got up.

Therapist Dr. Feelings became the leader of the team.

I told Raph to pick Donnie up & carry him to his room & I told Leo to gather Donnie's emergency kit for situations like these from his lab.

Donnie has a plan for every possible situation that we both worked out together.

I could cry every time I have to make Raph carry Donnie when he's having a panic attack or a meltdown. Donnie started screaming & hissing at Raph when he tried to pick him up. When Raph had him in his arms, Donnie started hitting him.

But Raphael is strong & he doesn't mind that. He knows Donnie is not able to think clearly & he's in stress & survival mode.

"He can hit Raph. It's cool. Just not himself."

We put him under his weighted blankets & made his room dark & I turned on his infrared lamp for warmth & comfort.

He instantly calmed down a bit & his hand reached out under the mess of blankets & pillows, Leon had put on him.

I took his hand & I stayed with him for five hours until he whispered:

"I lost my favourite same food today, Mikey."

"What happend?"

"It was weird. All of a sudden, I couldn't stand the smell of it. I couldn't even bring myself to eat it. I felt sick & ready to throw up if I had put some of it in my mouth. I'm afraid, Mikey. What if I lose my other foods, too? What if I can't eat anything anymore? I don't want to go down that spiral again."

And I understood why he had panicked.

He lost his safe food, that literally saved him out of his disordered eating spiral. All of a sudden.

No wonder he panicked.

"We will always be there to help you, Donnie. You don't have to battle your mind alone."

He hasn't touched oats, yogurt & pudding since then. I saw that he tried, but he always got nervous & put them back.

Now Donnie only eats rice cakes & peanut butter, but hey, he eats.

Sometimes, I wish I could take all his struggles away.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi I was wondering if you could write about Billy and reader having the biggest argument in their relationship but in the middle of the argument the reader gets an anxiety attack?

Sure :)

Sorry for not posting guys, long, sad day.

Billy could really get riled up over really stupid shit.

Today it was after a long day of him getting screamed at by his father so he kindly and patiently asked me to grab him a twelve pack before he came over to my house to unload for a bit. I know that his day has been stressful, that he's had a lot on his shoulders with his dad and the expectations, but there was still apart of me that knows that I don't deserve it when he takes it out on me.

I forgot the twelve pack, long story short.

I deserved the disappointment that he feels, he did ask me one simple request and it was literally one of three things on my list for the grocery store. But he was keen on not accepting my apology and continuing to grill me after I had fallen completely silent.

His breaths are ragged as he looks down at me, hands on his hips and my hands rest in my lap, my lips tugged down in a sad frown, upset at myself because, if I would've remembered, this wouldn't have happened in the first place.

"I just don't understand how you forgot when I specifically asked you, specifically, for what I wanted." He huffs, jaw gritted and I can hear my heartbeat in my ears, pulsing and pounding as my eyes flutter shut, tears escaping my eyes, trickling down my cheeks. "Are you fucking listening to me?" He claps his hands in front of my face, my whole body jumping away from his as I stare up at him, shocked at his attitude and behavior.

He scoffs, his eyes traveling down my expression and trembling frame, a sarcastic smile taking over his lips. He shakes his head, taking a step back from me with his hands up in surrender, anger still radiating from him nonetheless.

"You're crying? Why?" He asks, his voice a bit more calm than he was just moments ago, his hands clasped in front of him as he waits for me to reply, my chest heaving in anxious breaths as he laughs once more. "C'mon, yell or some shit-"

"Because it's a 12 pack Billy! You're yelling at me and telling me how much of a fuck up I am because you couldn't stop to get your own damn beer!" I cry, gasping as the air leaves my lungs, fingers gripping at my blankets in an attempt to ground myself as my head spins. "You're such a- fuck- goddamn asshole sometimes." I choke out, leaning over as I try to not hyperventilate, consumed by the twenty minutes of yelling and trying my best to keep calm.

Silence fills the room, both of us tense and tired as can be. Billy moves after a few moments, sitting down beside me on the bed as I cry quietly. I look to him with frantic eyes, my frown easing up a bit at the sight of his sorry smile, his fingers raking through his curls before reaching for his pack of cigs.

"I'm an asshole, yeah." He sighs, pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips before writing it, his brows pulled together in quiet frustration. When his eyes look to me, they're sorry but also filled with an unusual amount of regret. "It's a twelve pack. Shouldn't have made a big deal." He curses under his breath before taking another hit of his drug, shaking his head in disappointment but for a completely different reason than ten minutes ago.

"You've gotta work on not making the bad things that happen to you my fault." I sniff, reaching up to wipe my eyes as he reaches over to take my hand in his, giving it a sorry squeeze. "Asshole, c'mere."

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[fandomwe1rd0]

Wrote some Rick and Morty angst and comfort having to due with Morty's trauma with Mr. Jellybean! This made me cry so I hope you enjoy it! :D

TW FOR SLIGHT SELF-LOATHING, WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF PANIC ATTACKS, FLASHBACKS TO ATTEMPTED R**E, AND SLIGHT SELF-HARM UNDER THE CUT

Morty felt his palms sweat as he went to that damn world again. He looked around. He hated it. He hated seeing everyone mourn their "king" did they even know what kind of sick fuck he was? Why did Morty even let Rick drag him here? Why did he have to be a puppet? Why couldn't he just think for himself for once in his goddamn life? Rick was right. He really was just a piece of shit. He kept seeing Rick sneak glances in his direction. Did he really think Morty wouldn't notice? How stupid did he think Morty was? Rick said "You sure you're ok being here?" Morty crossed his arms "Will my answer matter either way? You won't care. You just need your human camouflage." Rick jolted "Jesus Morty, who pissed in your cheerios this morning?" Morty rolled his eyes "Just shut up Rick." And Rick did. He finally did something Morty wanted for the first time in his entire goddamn life. In the 6 years they've known each other, he only did something Morty wanted now. What an amazing grandpa. Morty scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Then Morty stopped in his tracks when he saw a statue of Mr. Jellybean. A million thoughts were running through his head. He breathed heavily and quickly started hyperventilating. Rick stopped, looked back at Morty, and quickly ran back to Morty, leaning down to his eye level as his voice softened "Morty?" Morty felt tears form. Rick reached his hand out "Morty are you ok...?" Rick's voice became drowned out. Tears started streaming down his cheeks, the flashbacks hitting him like a slap to the face as he muttered under his breath "N- no...no...no....no....no....no..." He remembered Mr. Jellybean slamming his head into the sink and saying "Stop fighting me! Just let this happen." His chest rose and fell as his heart was beating so fast, Morty thought it might explode. He roughly grabbed his hair. He couldn't stop remembering it. He remembered Mr. Jellybean shoving him onto the toilet "Stop being such a fucking tease you sweet little twat!" Morty started roughly pulling his hair, desperate to stop reliving it, he started muttering under his breath "Please...no....I-I don't...I don't want this....stop...please...."

He felt something touch his shoulders, then he heard a voice cut through "MORTY!" He remembered the way Mr. Jellybean messaged his shoulders and he pushed the person, roughly, to the ground "DON'T TOUCH ME!" He saw that he just pushed Rick to the ground.

Morty was hyperventilating, then his legs felt as heavy as lead, then he fell to the floor, shaking. "R-R-Rick I-I'm so sorry..I...I didn't mean t-to I-I just..." Rick said, "It's...it's fine Morty." Tears stung Morty's eyes as he hugged Rick tightly, crying into his chest. He hated the way that hugging Rick always calmed him down, even if it was just by a little. Ugh, why did he have to be so pathetic? He felt Rick's body tense up, as Rick awkwardly, but weirdly comfortingly stroked Morty's hair and patted his back. Morty kept hyperventilating, and Rick calmly said "Breathe Morty...take a deep breath." Morty took a deep breath, and after a few minutes, he wiped the tears from his eyes "I think I'm..." he took a shaky breath "I think I'm ok now..thanks Rick..." Rick smiled as he ruffled the boy's hair and kissed the top of his head, eliciting a giggle from the young boy. "Don't mention it, Morty, it's whatever, y'know I don't even need the materials from this dimension that bad, but you haven't eaten all day," Then Rick got up and stretched out his hand "How about we get some Shoney's pancakes?' Morty wiped some tears from his eyes and he sniffled as he took Rick's hand, then Rick helped him up "That...sounds nice..." Rick opened a portal and gestured towards it, Morty walked through it, Rick destroyed the statue of Mr. Jellybean, and followed Morty.

[yiptsu]

Error's Guilt

Summary: Error still isn't over what happened to Blue.

Quick lil half an hour thingy because I could NOT sleep without writing it . It's like 700 words long so pretty short but whatever I'll make the concept into a full fic eventually >:3

Error watched him, his body shaking as he struggled to get the words to come out of his mouth. He was hyperventilating, he knew that at least.

Blueberror was building a snowman with Ink on one of Snowdin's many paths, and Error.. Well, he was bent down behind the nearby sentry station, hiding as he desperately tried to calm his breathing.

He hadn't expected this to be so difficult. So.. Impossible. All he'd wanted was to try to say hello to Blueberror, after so much time had passed since the accident he figured that it would be an easy task, but he was wrong. He wasn't as over it as he thought he was, his stomach could barely handle seeing the skeleton laughing and gently hitting Ink's shoulder.

Error turned away from the scene and dug his fingers into the sentry station's wood, trying to get ahold of himself. He killed people, he could tear Universes apart with practically zero effort, he could deal with the entirety of the Multiverse being against him.. just.. just not Blueberror.

He hadn't meant to leave him in the Anti-Void for so long, he hadn't.

The sound of the laughter between the pair getting louder made him clamp his eyes shut, feeling the tears well up as he fought not to teleport away. No. He was there, and he was determined to at least speak to him.

Despite everything, that was still Blueberry.

"Shit.." he hissed to himself, his body letting off a slight hum as it began to glitch out at his stress.

Reluctantly, he took a deep breath and opened his eyes. It was okay, he would be okay and nothing would go wrong. Blueberror would forgive him, he would understand. He'd always been forgiving, caring, he'd always been there in Error's time of need no matter what.

Error threw his head back, letting out a slight wince of pain as it accidentally hit one of the station's poles.

"What was that?"

Error froze at the question, the familiar glitchy voice causing his entire body to tense. He'd heard it, of course he had.

"What was what?" The Creator responded.

"Huh? You didn't hear?" Blueberror asked with a small scoff. There was a small pause as Ink only responded with a hum of sorts before Blueberror continued, "It sounded like someone got hurt.."

Error didn't want to turn around. He knew he was visible, the small sliver of the top of his black skull over the station standing out from the snowy backdrop. He didn't want to be seen as a creep or a stalker, not by Blue.

He urged his body to move, internal panic setting in as he couldn't. Why?! Why wouldn't it just cooperate with him?! He fought to keep the bile in his throat as his breathing quickened, the tears falling from his eye sockets again as his vision remained locked on what was in front of him. Nothing. It was nothing, but he couldn't bear to look at anything else.

He heard the sound of footsteps, then the sound of Blueberror saying something, then the sound of two pairs of footsteps. They were looking for him.

He couldn't do this.

His magic sparked as a portal opened beneath him and he fell through, the familiar sound of Ink's voice yelling something as he did.

He landed on the bean bag, almost immediately clamping his hand over his mouth to keep the vomit down from the sudden pressure on his midsection. His vision was blurry, his Soul practically beating out of his chest.

What made him think that would ever possibly be a good idea?!

He rolled onto the floor involuntarily, no longer having the energy needed to move his body as he wanted. What was wrong with him? It was just a simple "hello", it's not even like they had to have a full conversation with each other! A simple "hello", a "how are you" and then a "goodbye", even a child could do that!

'I don't think he did it..'

'Hey, we don't know that!'

"Pfft, of course we do.'

He tried his hardest to block out the voices, the stupid voices. They played as much a part in Blue's demise as he did, if not more so.

He pulled his scarf over his face, letting out a muffled scream as he curled into a ball and sobbed.

Maybe he'd be able to talk to him another time.

[envyadams-vs-me]

RONANCE BAND AU FINALE!!

(I don't think this really counts as a 'band' but idk at this point lmao)

~

"Nance, I love ya, but you're an idiot. Now is not the time to push her away! You should be leaning into her love!"

Steve had been lecturing Nancy for the better part of an hour once Nancy had calmed down enough to tell him what was going on. He had let her vent about work and the over scheduling, then when she was level headed again he yelled at her for making his best friend cry.

"Nance, you are sending all wrong signals and making her confused. Either you're in love with her or you're not, it's that simple."

Nancy huffed and crossed her arms, "You know I'm in love with her, Steven."

"Then tell her that!"

"I can't just walk up to her and say, hey guess what? I'm in love with you!"

"Nancy, please, you could absolutely do that. What's the hold up, for real?"

Nancy sighed as she let her head gently fall back on the uncomfortable seat of the Uber she was forced to ride in, "She deserves the world, Steve. If I'm going to tell her, it has to be perfect."

She could practically see Steve shaking his head like she was the biggest idiot, but it was true and he knew it. "Not everything can be perfect, Nance. This has gotten way out of hand, and now you have to find a way to fix it."

Nancy rolled her eyes, "You're not even going to try and help me? She's your friend too?"

"Hey, I am helping you by doing damage control! You're on your own for the rest of it."

Nancy chuckled at his exasperation and nodded. "You're right."

"Damn right I am."

More hushed laughter, and Nancy smiled, "Thanks, Steve."

"Anytime, Nance. Now go get your girl, and apologize!"

Nancy looked at her apartment building as the car approached, "I'm gonna try."

~

Nancy hadn't talked to Robin since that day, too confused and too scared of saying the wrong thing. Now a week later, Nancy was preparing for her biggest performance yet and everything was going wrong. Robin was secretly grateful for all the chaos, giving her something else to focus on other than her heartbreak, but even this was becoming too much for her.

"Robin, thank god !"

The blonde turned around at the speed of light as the performance director called out for her. Preparing for the worst she squeezed the phone in her hand anxiously, "Vickie, please give me some good news, please."

Vickie flashed her a tense smile and Robin knew things had gotten even worse. "Ugh!" She groaned, throwing her body against the wall to her right and sliding down it dramatically. She looked back up at Vickie, "What now?"

"Okay so, in addition to all the other stuff that has happened today, the sound guys have 'misplaced' aka stupidly deleted Nancy's music for tonight and I just found out that her back up singer's will not be coming due to 'transportation issues'."

Robin groaned even louder as she stood up from the wall, "Alright, we gotta go break the news to Nance then try and find a way to fix this."

Before Vickie could object, she was being pulled by the wrist towards Nancy's dressing room. Robin hadn't been in a room alone with Nancy since last time and she wasn't going to start now.

Robin barrelled through the door, pulling Vickie in behind her, then quickly shut it not wanting people to gossip about the situation. The brunette was borderline hyperventilating, and gripped at the handles of her chair. "Please tell me, there's good news?"

Her big pleading eyes looked into Robin's soul and she had to force herself to turn away, ignoring the ache in her chest. Vickie stepped closer, only having the ability to look at Nancy through the mirror. "Unfortunately, no."

The moment Nance learned the severity of the situation she was in, her eyes widened, "Shit! Robin, what am I going to do? Where are my backup singers?"

Robin without hesitation, Involuntarily shouted out, "Where my backup singers!" In reference to Patty Labell (?). Nancy looked at her, every ounce of stress leaving her, and genuinely laughed for the first time in days.

Vickie joined in on the laughter and so did Robin as she flushed a little in shock of herself, "I'm sorry. It just kinda came out."

Nancy waved off her unneeded apology and stood up, pulling Rovin in for a hug. The blonde couldn't resist her touch and she squeezed Nancy as if they hadn't seen each other in years. Nancy whispered into her ear, "Thank you, Robin." Before pulling away and facing Vickie.

"Okay, I've got a plan."

~

Robin should've known that Nancy's plan involved her in some way, but she was still flying high from their semi-reconciliation that she wasn't too focused on the other things going on around her. It wasn't until she was being shoved into a makeup chair that it was too late.

"Oh my god, Wheeler no!"

Robin turned around in the uncomfortable folding chair she was told to sit in and looked at the singer who stood behind her, "I'm not going on stage with you."

Nancy unfolded her arms to flap them against her sides, "Robin, come on, it's just on song. Please?"

Robin turned back around, not getting caught up in Nancy's antics. She crossed her arms, huffing like a child, "No offense, Nance, but I don't know any of your songs. I wouldn't even know when to back you up. Plus I'm not good at singing, let alone singing in front of a whole bunch of people who will definitely be judging me."

Nancy strolled up behind the chair and laid her hands on either side of Robin's head, looking at her through the mirror, "We changed the song. I'm doing a live performance, technically a duet wth you, and I know for a fact you know this song. I'll nod at you when you need to come in, and you'll just keep singing until the music stops okay?"

Robin worried her lip between her teeth as she thought it over. She looked up at the girl behind her, who somehow looked even prettier in this awkward position, and exhaled a breath. "Nance, I really don't know. What if-"

Nancy's moved her hands to cup Robin's face and a beat passed where each girl just stared in aw at the other. She had to pull herself out of Robin's big blue eyes and get back on track. "I'll be right there with you, Robin. I promise everything will be okay. We'll be up there for 2 and a half minutes tops, then we'll be back here and on our way home."

Robin couldn't help the way her eyes flashed to Nancy's lips as she felt her mouth drying up. Her eyebrows pulled together, ready to spring more doubtful thoughts at Nancy, but the brunette was too quick.

"Please, Robin." Nancy felt as if some magnetic force was pulling her face closer to the blonde below her, but it was probably just the temptation of her lips. "I need you." Her voice barely a whisper, words spoken just for Robin.

"Okay."

The door burst open so quickly, the pair of girls screamed in surprise nearly knocking heads. An overworked Vickie, panting from the run over to the room, looked between them. "You've got five minutes, is she in?"

Robin nodded, "I'm in."

This time Vickie dramatically draped herself against the door, muttering out a "Thank god.", before waving in makeup artists and talking into her earpiece. She gave the girls one more look while saying, "You don't have time to change, so you're casual today. You need to be up front in three minutes. Three!" Within a second Vickie had vanished, rushing off to double check everyone was doing their job.

Nancy gave Robin a thumbs up and a smile as strangers powered her face. They gave her a 'natural' look due to the time crunch (though Nancy claimed it was because of her natural beauty) and she waited for Nancy to grab her guitar before the pair rushed to the stage.

Seats were set up for them, as well as microphones. Nancy sat on the right, checking her watch and muttering, "Two minutes to spare." Robin awkwardly sat next to her and fought the urge to bite her nails.

The light dimmed and Nancy gave her a quick smile before placing her hands on the guitar, "Showtime."

Robin took a deep breath and tried to convince her body that her rapid heartbeat was from excitement and not fear. Soon the lights were on above them, hot against her back, and Nancy counted herself off.

(Cue 'Monster' from the Adventure Time Obsidian movie)

A familiar song began to fall from Nancy's lips and Robin whipped her head toward the singer. She was transfixed on the way her voice dripped with emotion as she sang, 'But don't beat yourself up, Robin, it wasn't just the sun that I was hiding from.'

It became crystal clear to Robin that, in that moment, Nancy was singing a love song, for her. Not Steve, not Johnathan (her highschool sweetheart). Just Robin.

Tears filled her eyes and she forced herself to focus on the song, remembering that they were live and she couldn't mess this up for Nancy.

'...and I'm still scared that I'm not good enough.' Nancy glanced at Robin, whom she knew hadn't looked away from her, and nodded. There was a moment of hesitation before Robin pulled herself together with an, "Oh." And continued with the song.

Nancy's heart jumped as she heard Robin sing. She knew what this song meant to Robin, knew that when she sang 'I've always felt like a monster, long before I was big.', just exactly what that meant to Robin.

Soon both girls had tears falling from their eyes as looked at each other and sang out, 'But loving you's a good problem to have, and I'm used to that. Yeah I could get used to this.'

Robin couldn't finish the last of the song, too busy muffling her cries from the microphone and feeling the wave of Nancy's love washing over her. Nancy experterly blinked back her tears, only a few managing to free fall, as she looked at Robin while finishing the song, 'You're the pink in my cheeks and I love that it means, I'm a little bit soft.'

There was no way of stopping the actions that followed. Robin, still fully spilling over with emotion, stood up to grab Nancy's face in a kiss. Nancy maneuvered her guitar out of the way so she could pull Robin closer by her waist.

The startling eruption of cheers and applause was the only thing to break the two apart in a mixture of embarrassment and laughter. Robin wiped away her tears, as Nancy grabbed her hand and waved goodbye to the audience.

Once they were behind closed doors again Robin hugged Nancy and burst into tears again. The brunette reassuringly held her as she sobbed into her shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Nance. I was jealous of Steve and acting all stupid. I love you so much, I'm so sorry."

Nancy pulled Robin to the floor so she could comfortably lean on her. She dragged the blonde's face from her shoulder and made sure to look her in the eyes as she talked, "Robin you have nothing to be sorry for. I only pushed you away because I was too stressed out to see you were hurting. You do so much for me and I love how much you care for me."

Robin's tears stopped flowing as she sniffled in a breath, and even though her face was dripping with snot, Nancy thought she'd never looked so beautiful. She tucked a hair behind Robin's ear and laid her forehead against the blonde's. "I love you, Robin."

The blonde grinned and tackled Nancy with a hug. The brunette landed on her back, squeezing Robin as she tumbled on top of her. They laughed and took their time standing up, enjoying tht comfort of each others presence that they had been denying themselves.

Once Nancy helped Robin clean up her face, another kiss was planted on her lips. She looked at Robin, who was staring back at her in adoration, and felt the most intense feeling of happiness she had ever felt.