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midnight-moth · 6 months

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May I ask for Rain and Dew absolutely smothering Phantom because his anxiety is acting up really bad and the dp helps calm him down

I haven't just written something inside of tumblr without even opening a doc in a long time. Let's give it a go! 1100 ish words of Phantom having a meltdown, Rain and Dew being sweet. And maybe Dew having secret perv thoughts. Also everyone always puts cute or pretty gifs in their writing. Well I feel this one works.

"Where's Phantom?"

"I don't know, actually. Where is he?" Dew craned his neck from his seat on the edge of a folding chair, his eyes drifted away from the knot he was trying to pick out of his laces to Rain's face, creased with worry.

"I'm sure he's around? I mean, he can't have gone far." Words meant to self-soothe but they weren't doing a particularly good job. Rain's legs were already absentmindedly directing him toward the labyrinth of hallways.

"You wanna go look? I wanna go look."

Rain gave Dew a small smile, a silent thank you for taking his worries and making them his own. For not making Rain ask him to go searching for Phantom, for not making him feel like he was concerned about nothing.

For not making Rain explain again that he was worried about the new summon; that despite appearances and reassurances, Rain saw the raw skin beside his thumbnails, the bruised circles carved beneath his eyes, the food he pushed around his plate but never into his mouth.

All of them were nervous, Papa was nervous. It was their first ritual together, at least with this iteration of the band. One without the steadying presence of Aether, the calming comportment of Sunny.

Dew abandoned the knot in his laces and followed Rain out of the greenroom, leaving the various satellite groups of crew and ghoul alike to continue eating, talking, vibrating with excitement about kicking off the tour.

They weaved in and out of the hallway snaking to the rear of the building, still short one quintessence Ghoul and running out of hiding places.The clack of heeled boots finally revealed his location.

“Hey, what’re you doing back here?” Here being a darkened stairwell that led to the catwalks up above the stage.

Whether Phantom heard Dew’s voice or their approach, they weren’t sure. He didn’t react. He just kept up his pacing, 3 steps forward, 5 steps across, 3 steps back, 5 steps over, around and around and around.

Dew, watching him move in the small space felt his own head spinning with vertigo eventually and tore his eyes away to look at Rain, who stood frozen, his arm halfway extended, as if he were about to stop Phantom in his tracks.

“Hey bug, you’re gonna wear holes in your soles. Why don’t you slow down a little?” Phantom’s eyes flit up to Dew’s and then fell back on the toes of his shiny new boots. He did however finally stop moving.

Neither Dew nor Rain were really sure what to do. Neither had really made progress in getting to know the ghoul. What they saw during practice, a charismatic ghoul who was little bit goofy, but also full of joy, had yet to reveal itself in alternate scenary.

“Are you nervous? That’s okay. It’s normal. We all were, and we still are.” Rain took small steps toward him as he spoke, he half expected Phantom to arch his back and howl like a scared cat.

Phantom wanted to answer them, but he couldn’t escape the feeling that if he opened his mouth, all of his insides would come spewing out. Not the contents of his stomach, his lungs, his heart, his spine. He felt like his silence was the only thing keeping his body glued together. Even then he felt the bonds weakening when he looked up at the concerned ghouls in front of him.

“You don’t have to speak. Just - if there’s anything we can do, can you nod?”

Phantom considered whether he could do as Dew asked, whether communicating with him would cause everything to spiral out of control. Whether it would disturb the peace he’d made with that square meter of concrete in the back of the venue.

He nodded slowly, eyebrows quirking up in surprise that in fact, the ground beneath his feet had not shifted or crumbled.

“Good. Okay, do you want water?” No.

“Food?” No.

“Do you want anyone other than us?” No

“Do you want to go outside?” No.

Guilt began to tear at the threads of reality Phantom had clung to since finding the quiet space. Rain and Dew watched him wring his hands in consternation, subconsciously mimicking him, Dew twisted his fingers together, feeling like they were failing him.

“Do you want a hug?” Rain’s voice made them both jump a little.

Phantom nodded his head in affirmation and Rain felt the coil twisting in his chest loosen a little.

Neither had really touched the ghoul, and once again they approached him as they would a feral cat, all but sticking their hands under his nose for him to sniff. Not that they were afraid he would bite or claw, they were afraid he would run.

Rain reached out first, wrapping his arms around Phantom’s tense shoulders, loose, and hopefully non-threatening. Still he felt the ghoul tense under his touch.

Dew reached for his arm, a barely there pat to his bicep, and the ghoul visibly cringed.

“We’re sorry, you can change your mind. I don’t know - we can get Swiss, or Cirrus, or Papa.”

“No”, His voice came out as a croak, his throat dry and tight from his panic induced fugue.

“What can we do?”

“Just - you can touch me, but harder. I dunno why. When I feel - like this, those light touches make my skin crawl. I’m sorry - s’not your fault. I don’t - I don’t -”

“Ah.” Rain nodded. Dew was the same, whether he was upset, sad, anxious, he hated gentle, soft. He wanted heavy and solid.

“It’s okay, I’ll be okay.” Phantom mumbled, feet angling to resume the pattern he’d been wearing into the floor.

Instead, Rain grasped him firmly by the wrists and led him to the wall, pulling the ghoul into his lap and into a most crushing hug, reinforced by Dew, wrapping his arms around the other half of his body.

They both felt him sag and droop a little.

“Better?”

Phantom gave them a barely-there nod, as best he could manage with the limited range of movement. Even as compressed as he was, he felt like his lungs were finally able to take in a satisfying amount of air.

“Don’t worry, we have lots of time. Hours in fact.”

Phantom nodded against Rain’s shoulder, beginning to doze off. The two tails snaking around his torso and the rumbling purrs of their owners nudged him over the edge.

“Is he asleep?” Dew whispered.

“Yeah. He’s drooling on me. Reminds me of someone.”

“Shut up. - Hey, if he likes this maybe he’ll like that other thing you do.”

“One step at a time.”

As Phantom’s mind swam between the conscious and unconscious world, he wondered what the other thing was.

#sorry if there are typos I am so sleepy #squish that ghoul #also this is me if someone tries to touch me lightly while I am v anxious or having a panic attack I will throw up #I dont know what it is I hate it sooooo much #again sorry this took so long I will slowly make my way through the asks #phantom ghoul #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #midnight moth asks #midnight moth writes #the band ghost fanfiction #i can't help but see that you said DP instead of DPT and well you know what i'm thinking about #that wouldve been very different story #cw anxiety #cw panic attack

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coffeeghoulie · 30 days

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Maybe some phantom/aeon angst and maybe some swiss or mountain comfort?

Maybe phantom/aeon being all jumpy and on edge bc of anxiety and gets comforted after it’s all a bit too much?

-anon

I know you said Swiss or Mountain, but I did both instead lol. Hope you enjoy!

Content warning for an anxiety attack.

Aeon knows caffeine isn't going to help the way their heart flutters against their ribcage like a frightened bird, but their fingers wrap around the ceramic mug anyways. If anything, the warmth radiating from the coffee is soothing, at least a little bit.

They sit on a barstool at the kitchen table, back to the door, watching as Mountain organizes and puts away the morning's greenhouse harvest. His own mug sits on the counter, something that smells herbal and almost medicinal wafting up from it. Mountain hums as he works, something a little off-key but warm, earnest.

Mountain had pressed the coffee into their hands when they had stumbled into the kitchen earlier than they normally did, too keyed up from some dream they couldn't quite remember. They sip at it, stomach not quite agreeing with it, but Mountain's made it exactly the way they like it, sweet but not overly so, and they'd feel even worse turning him down.

They finish the coffee as Mountain leans against the kitchen counter, his tea in one hand, the other curled around the counter. There's a surge of envy that fills their chest at how at ease he looks, how every muscle in his body isn't tense and ready to jump.

"You alright, petunia?" Mountain asks, taking a long sip of his tea. Aeon whips their head to face him. "You're normally not awake this early."

They swallow hard, the aftertaste of the coffee suddenly too bitter. They shrug, hoping their face remains pleasantly neutral, hiding the way their mind races. Why can't they be calm? Why do they feel like they're dying? What's happening to them?

Mountain's brow furrows, and Aeon stares into their empty mug to avoid his gaze. Of course he can see right through them. Aeon swallows hard, their breath coming faster and faster and they can't stop it, why can't they stop it?

They're spiraling over nothing and they can feel Mountain's eyes on them and and and-

Aeon yelps as a hand touches their shoulder, jolting as the mug slips from their fingers, shattering against the tile.

Everything stops.

"Aeon?" a voice Aeon knows is Swiss's says behind them. Mountain pushes himself up to standing, taking a step towards them. They keep staring at the shattered ceramic.

"'M sorry," they wheeze, mind starting to race again. They broke one of Mount's mugs. Aeon moves to collect the broken pieces, desperately trying to make things right, when Swiss's hand tightens ever so slightly around their shoulder.

"Don't apologize," he says, voice steady and calm and Aeon clings to it like a life preserver. "It's okay. It was an accident. I'm sorry for startling you, bug."

Aeon gives a little warbling hum, still bending to gather the broken pieces.

"Hey, hey, Aeon, stop," Swiss says, pulling them upright. "Mount's grabbing the broom, I don't want you to cut yourself on those."

Aeon finally meets Swiss's eyes, and the concern they see written there makes their shoulders slump, their breathing shaky. Swiss is quick to wrap his arms around them, holding them just tight enough.

"It's okay, you're okay, we've got you," he breathes, chuffing softly in their ear. "Can you follow my breathing?"

They nod, trying to focus on the way his hand skates up and down their spine, the in and out of his breath. He whispers softly as they shakily try to follow along. "That's it, bug, doing so good. Just keep breathing nice and slow, okay?"

Aeon nods again, burying their face in the crook of his neck. They tense up just a little as they hear the tinkle of ceramic shards against each other, the scrape of the broom against the tile, but Swiss just coos a little louder, runs his fingers through their hair.

Mountain approaches the two of them, his footsteps deliberately louder so Aeon knows he's coming up behind them. "It's alright, petunia, we've got you," he says, voice a low rumble. Aeon leans back on the stool, lifting their face from the crook of Swiss's neck to rest the back of their head against Mountain's chest.

They nod as Mountain starts to purr, a deep thing that they can feel buzzing against them. Their eyelids slip a little, breathing suddenly so much easier, safe in the arms of their packmates. "Thank you," Aeon says, and they've never meant anything more.

#dot's writing #aeon ghoul #mountain ghoul #swiss ghoul #fic request #cw anxiety #the band ghost #the band ghost fanfiction

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ineffably-human · 8 months

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I need Guillermo to have a full, five-alarm existential crisis next season. (He should have started it this season, but eh.)

What is he even supposed to do now? He's still doing these chores, why the hell is he dusting? It's nice to keep his hands busy but it doesn't shut his mind up. Sometimes he avoids Nandor for days. Sometimes he talks to him for days about absolutely nothing. Nandor's been so patient, he's really giving him time. Is he disappointed even though he said he wasn't? He probably wonders what the hell Guillermo is still doing there. Guillermo had accused him of being about to murder his mom in cold blood, just to be cruel, he should have known Nandor would never -

He should probably go see his mom, now than he can again. The last thing he did was hypnotize her, he doesn't want the last conversation with his mom to be hypnotizing her. He doesn't know if he can sit at that table again and talk about recipes and gas prices and fútbol teams and why he hasn't called lately. They're going to ask him how the promotion went. Oh fuck he has fourteen years of no work history. Has he done taxes? Does he even know how to do taxes? What's his credit score?

Did he do the right thing? Maybe there was a way around - no, it felt wrong, but everything else around it felt right. Why did it always feel like what he needed if it wasn't? Laszlo gave him this big book of supernatural creatures, like there's ones he's never heard of in his life, and that's sweet. But nothing's making sense yet like vampires did. Is that because of the slayer blood? Did he spend his whole life loving vampires because he's supposed to kill vampires? Is he never going to want anything else in his life the way he wanted this?

He still wants Nandor to bite him. Part of him still thinks that if Nandor bit him, everything else would have worked out. Maybe he just wants an excuse for Nandor to hold him. He's kissed like - two or three men ever, in his life? He's not even mad about that, he just wishes there had been more - no, not more. The right one.

He thought when he finally became like them, they'd start to look him in the eye and actually see him. But they're all looking at him more than ever. He doesn't know what to do with it. He doesn't know how to love them like this.

Oh god, he's probably going to die someday, unless he does something about it. Should he do something about it?

Why doesn't he know the answer to that?

#fandom: wwdits #wwdits #what we do in the shadows #cw anxiety #cw panic attack #(sort of)#char: guilermo the relentless #and it's nandor protecting him from himself for a while #as s3 parallels rear their ugly head

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captaintrio · 3 months

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anxiety is the dumbest disorder, how's it gonna make me terrified to fail AND terrified to succeed. bbygirl what do you WANT

#av speaks #cw anxiety #cw mental illness #sitting here past midnight heart rate at 305 bpm #for no good reason at all

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hunterscyarika · 17 days

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The Medics assistant

Mayday x fem reader

Warnings: none other than a reference of reader having anxiety.

The afternoon skies were cloudy on Pabu, yet everyone was in good spirits.

You were tending to your favorite patient, an elderly Nautolan woman named Meena.

As you made small talk with her you noticed an item you needed on the top shelf.

How’d that get there?

Then you remembered your unofficial assistant, Mayday.

Mayday helped you take care of a few of your patients, he was a quick learner, and you were grateful for the help.

When you tried to reach for the item and couldn’t quite reach it, Mayday suddenly appeared beside you.

“I’ve got it” Mayday said. You smiled brightly “Thanks, Love” You said and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Mayday gave you an adoring smile and kissed your forehead.

Mayday spoke with Meena for a moment. You watched him with heart eyes.

He left to meet up with Crosshair at the beach.

Meena gave you a bright grin and said, “That’s a real handsome fella you’ve got.”

“I know, He’s the best thing that’s happened to me.” You agreed.

Only a few people knew of your battle with anxiety, but those who did were pleased to see the change after Mayday came along.

You left the clinic after helping Meena and you went looking for Mayday.

You found him by the shoreline sitting and talking with Crosshair.

Those two were close, Crosshair was a quiet man who didn’t open up to many people, but he always made time to talk to Mayday. Early on in your relationship Mayday had told you of what he and Crosshair had been through on Barton four, and how they’d barely survived. You were grateful everyday that they did.

You walked up behind Mayday and wrapped your arms around his shoulders. “Hi, boys” You greeted. “Hey, beautiful girl” Mayday grinned back at you. “Hi” Crosshair greeted you. “How are you today, Crosshair?” You asked him. “Fine” He replied, then added “I don’t need to ask how you are, you two are disgustingly happy” You laughed at Crosshair’s teasing, all too happy to be accepted by him.

Before the sun began to set you left Mayday and Crosshair to look for seashells. Mayday watched you as you sorted through the sand, trying to find just the right seashells for the necklace you were making. He always admired your creative eye. He placed his hand on the necklace you’d given him. It was before you began dating that you gifted him the necklace, he’d been so touched by it that he wanted to cry, that was one of the first moments Mayday knew that his feelings for you went beyond that of friendship.

Collecting seashells was an enjoyable way for you to relax after work. There was something about the sound of the waves rolling in, and the gentle breeze softly blowing through your hair. Mayday joined you. Several tiny teal shells were part of your current collection but something was missing you just didn’t know what, at least until Mayday walked up beside you with an excited smile and he showed you some beautiful magenta colored seashells he found. “Oh, Mayday. These are perfect!” You cheered. “I can’t wait to see what you make with these” Mayday said. “Well, you’ll be the first to see, as always” You smiled and gave him a kiss on the lips.

#commander mayday x reader #the bad batch x reader #cw anxiety #just in case

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witchwyfe · 1 year

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reassuring them when they’re anxious and any character you want! ily

prompt - "reassuring them when they're anxious"

pairing - bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x female reader

cw - mentions/descriptions of anxiety

a/n - ily nonnie! thank you for requesting!! i chose bradley for this, i hope you enjoy!

Bradley knows.

He knows before you even start to make comments about work being a pain or being more tired than usual.

He’s so attuned to your habits and mannerisms he can tell when you’re tired and close to burn out.

He’s thankful for the weekend and the early finish on this Friday, so that he gets home before you. While you and he usually trade off chores around the house, he takes care of all your tasks so that you can come home and relax.

And when you do arrive home, much later than usual, he’s on the couch, perked up when he realizes you’re back.

“It’s Friday, right?” You wonder from the front door, slipping out of our heels and tossing your purse aside.

“Yeah, baby, it’s Friday.” He says, brows furrowing.

You wobble into the living room, stopping to rub at each foot.

“You tired honey?” He wonders gently. “You had a long day.”

You nod, feeling anxiety bubble in your chest. Your throat feels tight. Although its Friday, all you can think about is all the work you have waiting for you when you get back to your desk on Monday.

He pulls you into his chest where you rest your cheek, attempting to ground yourself with the soft feeling of his shirt and the familiar scent of his cologne.

“How was your day?” You murmur into his chest. He feels your words reverberate into his skin, and he sweeps his hand down the back of your head.

“It was fine baby.” He presses a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m not worried about it right now, would rather focus on you.”

You pull away with a frown. “I’m fine Bradley.”

He nods, although he doesn’t agree. “Laid out my t-shirt and your sweats on the bed. They’re nice and clean if you wanna go change into them, sweet girl.”

You lower lip trembles but you press your teeth into it to stop it. “Thank you.” You croak.

You’re fully crying when you come out, tears spilling onto his faded Navy shirt.

“What happened sweetheart?” He rushes to you, hands cupping your cheeks.

“Nothing, I just,” You suck in a shaky breath. “I’m so anxious about the project at work and I come home and you’re just being so sweet to me. Feel like I don’t deserve it.”

“Hey,” he says seriously, taking your chin gently between his index finger and thumb. “You always deserve to be treated well, honey, and if I’m not always being sweet to you, you can slap me upside the head.”

His attempt of humor elicits a giggle from you, and he smiles. He means what he said though.

“I ordered us dinner from your favorite place.” He starts. “I got your show queued up, so all you need to do is sit down and relax. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?”

You nod, climbing into his lap after he sits on the couch. You press your ear to his chest, the steady beating of his heart calming you even further. When Bradley notices you trying to even your breaths, he mutes the television, and uses one of his hands to gently press to your ear.

“Breathe with me, honey.” He instructs, taking slow and exaggerated breaths. After a few quiet moments, your breathing has evened out and you look up at him with a small smile.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You look into his warm eyes. “I love you, a lot.” You whisper, words dripping in sincerity.

“I love you too sweetheart.”

You nuzzle back into his chest, exhaustion suddenly overtaking you.

“My smart girl, I’m so proud of you.” You hear him say before you comfortably doze off.

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snorp-gorp · 7 months

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Are we going to talk about how Chandlo Funkbun clearly has an anxiety disorder, that man is constantly worrying

#both chandlo and Snorpy have hella anxiety #cw anxiety

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ren-054 · 8 months

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I have a few old self-insert dca fanfic excerpts (part of a larger story in my brain) I come back to from time to time to edit and I thought I could share one of them with anyone interested

Look if you want! I like it but it’s also heavily self indulgent and im going to try and not edit it too much to retain the initial feel I wanted from it

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Basic premise: Y/N came to the Pizzaplex with their friends and wandered off into the daycare while no one was there and (due to their smaller than average size) was briefly confused for a lost child by the Daycare Attendant and stuff happens

In this case, Y/N is just about to leave when the lights go out and has a bit of an anxious breakdown (also they’ve already met and introduced themselves to Moon)

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Whoops

(that’s just what it’s called in my notes don’t ask)

A waning noise blared throughout the daycare, and I froze as my vision appeared to dim. No, that couldn’t be… Was this a power outage?

“Shit.” Before I knew it, I was back in the dark. I tried pushing on the doors to the exit, but they refused to move. I was locked in. There was screaming from outside the daycare. The entire plaza must’ve gone out.

Well, at least I’m in here, so I don’t have to deal with all that chaos. I hope the guys were alright, though…

“WhAT?!” I heard Sun shriek, causing me to jump. “No.. Nononono!! It’s opening hours! The power shouldn’t be going out like this now!! I-I’m not ready to—”

He sounded like he was on the verge of laughing and crying. Sun was panicking. Why was he panicking?

“Sun?” I called into the dark. “Sun, are you alright? What’s happening?”

“I, I don’t know, star!! Hahahaha!” The attendant crackled back. “Jus-Just don’t come any closer!”

I don’t think I could’ve gotten closer if I tried. My feet felt like they weighed thirty tons. I was paralyzed. People were still screaming. I couldn’t see. The only other individual in here with me was acting strange, and I couldn’t see where he was. The doors were locked. What was going on? It was just a power outage right? Why did everyone have to be screaming?

Somewhere in the daycare, I could hear Sun muttering to himself. He sounded like he was in pain, his voice box sending out garbled static between utterances, as if gasping for air. I couldn’t move. My breaths became deliberate since it felt like my lungs wouldn’t operate otherwise.

I… was scared.

Come on, Y/N, you know the drill. Let’s just lie on the ground for a second and take some time to calm down. It’s just a power outage. The staff should have it back on in no time.

I slowly lowered to the ground until I was lying on my side. I curled my legs in for the added warmth and got my head comfortable on the matted floor. Just deep breaths… Take deep breaths..

In… Out… In.. O-Out…

A deep chuckle caused my breath to hitch. “Y/N~ I know you’re not asleep~”

Oh… Oh no..

I opened my mouth to say something, to let Moon know I wasn’t trying to pretend to sleep, but no words came out. My throat only allowed a whimper to escape before I quickly cut it off, throwing a hand over my mouth. Fuck.

There was a light rhythmic clanking of metal, deliberate and slow, in tandem with the sound of bells, growing louder with each step. I couldn’t help but stiffen when my periphery began to glow scarlet, telling me the light was aimed straight at my back. He was right there. I’ve already met him, already knew what he looked like, but right now… Right now just wasn’t the time.

Stubbornly, I swallowed my cries and blinked away the tears. I didn’t want to cry, really. My body just tended to react this way under stress. Sensation was beginning to fade in my hands and feet, creeping up my limbs. I felt cold…

There was a pause. He hadn’t moved. “…Y/N?”

I flinched, the sound of my name suddenly grating to the ears. My heart beat fast and loud, pounding in my chest, painfully. Static burned under my flesh. No, no, please don’t ask me anything. Don’t speak to me. I’m not here.

I could hear a slight shifting of fabric. He may have crouched down. “Hey… Starlight, what’s wrong?”

I remained still.

“Can you speak?” The question caught me off guard, but I nodded my head, letting him know I was listening. Normally, this kind of question would make me outrageously upset in a state like this, but the way he asked it didn’t feel condescending. It felt like he was actually asking, checking what he needed to know, like how something programmed to care for children would act.

“I’m going to pick you up off the floor. Is that alright?” I watched as the red light moved through the dark, becoming more concentrated. In my head, I could imagine Moon looming over me, reared up but steady, waiting. Weakly, I nodded my head, barely managing a whisper.

“Yeah… you can.”

My skin shuddered the moment Moon’s hands made contact, his touch icier than I remembered. He kept them there, however, resting along my waist and back as he waited for me to acclimate. When it appeared that my muscles had finally relaxed, Moon gently scooped me up, pressing me close to his chest.

As soon as he had a secure hold on me, the attendant’s body seemed to… buzz somewhere inside. I squirmed at the feeling, worried that it meant something wrong had happened, but then a warmth brushed over my head, stunning me—his hand.

“Shh, shh, starlight,” Moon purred, voice box crackling softly with white noise. “It’s okay. I’m just warming you up.”

Ah, so it was a feature. I let myself relax and snuggled closer to the animatronic’s chest plate, which now radiated a gentle heat. Seeming satisfied with my satisfaction, the attendant started moving us elsewhere, continuing to caress my head.

“Letting the lights shut off outside of nap time…” Moon muttered, or at least the imitative equivalent of it—a low, bit-crushed fizzle of sorts. “Witless staff, they should’ve gotten this under control by now.”

My breaths still shook a little when I exhaled, but at least I wasn’t on the floor now. The robot had a point, why haven’t they turned the power back on? It couldn’t have been a total outage, could it? No, those things don’t just happen. Could they?

Eventually, Moon stopped walking and sat down, pulling me onto his lap. Large, folded hands laid across my back in a loose embrace, the broad, gentle weight almost insistent that I stayed put—not that I planned on parting ways with this oversized heat pack any time soon. I found myself bathed red under a steady, luminous gaze, the light so saturated that it would be almost laughable to wonder what the animatronic was staring at. It was strangely not as unnerving as I expected.

When I rose to meet his eyes, the attendant swiftly dimmed them, making it easier to make out the rest of his face. I was met with a familiar wicked grin, forever fixed onto his faceplate.

“You’re very nice,” I said aloud, reaching up to touch his cheek in curiosity. The material was smooth and felt neither cold nor warm, likely a durable plastic cover of some kind—easy to clean and without the strong odor of metal. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting. His eyes pulsed.

“Ohhh?~ Is that so?~” he inquired, returning to his singsong-like cadence, sounding almost pleased. “Why thank you, little one~ You’re very kind, yourself.”

“…Where do you go when the lights come back on?” Moon seemed to pause at this, his natural, subtle idling coming to an immediate halt. “Sun seemed really upset when the lights suddenly went off. Maybe you’d know where he went.”

Silence. Moon adjusted me in his hold, coaxing my head back to his chest with a warm hand.

“…He is safe,” he answered curtly. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Without warning, several loud clunks resounded throughout the plaza—the sound of large ceiling lights turning back on. Moon’s arms tightened reflexively around me. A hiss of corrupted audio emitted from him as light suddenly filled the daycare, blinding us both.

Moon scoffed, his voice beginning to stutter and cut out randomly. “A-Al..waysszz the wo—orst ti, ti-timing…”

The attendant hastily took me off his lap and forced himself to stand up, hunching over as if in pain. Harsh pulses of static imitated labored breaths. He looked down at me, practically rattling as he resisted whatever was overtaking him. I could only stare back helplessly.

“IIII—It seems.. that s—sSSun… will be here soo—n, starlight,” Moon gritted. “Farewell…”

The attendant suddenly unfurled, back arching, hands clawing at his faceplate as he cried out in agony. The sounds of clicking and grinding of internal mechanisms filled the air. Moon’s nightcap inverted itself, flattening, as it got vacuumed back into a compartment inside his torso. The animatronic’s clothing rapidly shifted in color and pattern, like those heat-sensitive novelty pencils, dark blue with pale yellow stars melting into bright red and yellow stripes. All the while, his body shook in a seizure-like fashion—erratic tremors—as if his insides, themselves, were rearranging. The sight was equal parts disturbing and fascinating to witness.

Eventually, everything seemed to still. The attendant’s body moved as if heaving from nonexistent lungs, face still covered. The uncontrollable shaking stopped, but a faint whirring of motors had started. Familiar triangular flaps extended out from behind the robot’s faceplate, one after another until they circled his entire head. Each sun ray gently clicked itself into place before the motors went quiet. The attendant finally lowered his hands, revealing Sun.

I gaped, the realization already long soaked in. They lived in the same body.

Sun glanced over and noticed me still on the floor. “Y/N!” He cried, rushing to my side. Kneeling down, he quickly pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry! Are you alright?? I shouldn’t have left you like that alone in the dark, you must’ve been so scared! That was TERRIBLE of me, none of that should’ve happened—“

“I’m okay now, Sun, the power’s back on now,” I reassured him, returning the embrace. “I panicked a little at first, but Moon was there to help me.”

“Oh really? Well, that’s a relief!” Sun nuzzled the side of my head. “I was so scared that he would.. would…. would..”

… Would what?

“BUT I’m SUPER DUPER glad that DIDN’T happen!!!“ He quickly resumed, releasing me.

I chuckled nervously, mind still stuck on that incomplete thought. “Yeah, everything turned out fine!”

Just as I felt myself finally relaxing, I remembered what I was doing. “Oh shoot! I was on my way out!”

Sun gasped. “Oh!! Right right right! You gotta get going! Your parents must be worried sick!”

Oh yeah… My “parents”.

He ushered me back over to the large wood-façade doors and moved to push one open, which it thankfully did. I refused to look at him as I knew he was surveying for anyone who had arrived to come get me, only to find no one. Aside from the wandering S.T.A.F.F. bots, it was just as deserted as when I first got here.

“Where are your parents, friend?” I felt my face redden in shame. This was it…

“W-Well…” I started. “I actually have something to tell you, Sun.”

“Hm?” I stared down at my shoes.

“My parents weren’t actually going to come. I came here with friends. I’m not that old, but..” The next words stuck in my mouth. I gulped. “I… I’m still not legally a child.”

My eyes turned up to the attendant, his static smiling expression staring back at me. God, I must look pathetic. “I’m sorry I lied to you.”

Sun’s rays fluttered. “Oh, I already knew, silly!” He warbled. “In the visitor database! Your Daycare pass logged you in as an adult!”

I blanched, the animatronic’s cheery reply somehow deepening my shame more. This was somehow so much worse. “Th-Then why did you—“

“You looked like you needed a friend! I couldn’t just kick you out after seeing you wandering around all alone like that!” He gleefully explained.

The robot felt bad for me. Oh my god, I got pitied by a robot.

“Besides! You played along anyway! Like a game of pretend!” He looked away for a moment. “And… you were actually a lot of fun.”

I didn’t have any words. What was I supposed to say? How I was supposed to come back from being told I was pity-friended by a fucking children’s entertainment robot?

“It’s not every day I—we get to just have a conversation, or just some company, outside of the kids,” Sun admitted, his tone uncharacteristically reserved. “Moon, especially.”

Realizing the mood seemed to have shifted, I blinked. “Huh?”

The attendant’s rays quivered nervously. He released the door, playing with his hands. “I—I mean, you were fun to have around! We didn’t mind t-taking care of someone older! I-It felt refreshing! Yeah! You took time with your words and you never made a mess and you were always super polite, you were as sweet as any other good child! N-NOT THAT YOU’RE A CHILD!!”

Large, panicky hands waved wildly in my face. I recoiled, which the robot seemed to notice, leaning away. His head hung low in his hands, defeated.

“Ahhh, I don’t know what I’m trying to say anymoore!!” He whined. Were I not still grappling with my own thoughts, I would’ve better acknowledged that I haven’t seen Sun get worked up in such a human way before. He seemed genuinely flustered. It was… rather cute.

So… The robot doesn’t think I’m a lonely loser? Because he’s kind of a lonely loser as well?

I placed a consoling hand on the animatronic’s waist, seeing as I couldn’t reach any higher without looking stupid. “No, no, I get it. I had fun too.”

Sun lowered his hands at my words. “Really? You did??”

I nodded with a smile, feeling myself redden again. “Yeah. Honestly, I wouldn’t mind visiting again… if I was actually allowed back in here—“ Large hands seized me by the shoulders as Sun’s face swallowed up my field of view.

“Nonono, you’re allowed!!” he insisted, rays spinning. “You can come back any time! Any time at all!! You’ll always, always, always be welcome! You could even help out with the kids, if you’d like! Do you mind kids? You don’t have to if you don’t want to, it could be just the two of us again! I could let the staff know and—“

Listening to the attendant excitedly ramble away—so eager at the thought of spending more time with me—made something in my chest flutter. Feeling tickled, I let out a laugh, causing Sun to go quiet. He quickly straightened himself and went back to fidgeting with his hands, appearing somehow small despite towering over me.

“Is… Is that too silly of an idea?” He laughed back nervously.

“No, no, it’s not that,” I smiled, shaking my head. “I mean, it’d probably be a little weird for me to visit here so much…”

Sun visibly drooped.

“…but if there are any job openings, I have been looking for one! The plaza isn’t too far of a drive.” The speed at which Sun’s head snapped back up would’ve literally snapped any human neck under the same forces. I was torn between finding the reaction hilarious and a little worrying, had I been a few inches closer to his head.

“Y—You, you…” he stuttered, a faint buzzing noise coming from somewhere. “You mean…!!“

I could barely give him a nod before I was swept up in his arms, spinning around a few times. “YES YES YES, THIS IS THE BESTEST BEST DAY EVER!! THANKYOUTHANKYOUTHANKYOU—“

I threw my head back in laughter, endlessly tickled by his overflowing enthusiasm. After a few more spins, Sun raised me higher and nuzzled into my torso. I gasped at the unexpected warmth of his face. It didn’t burn, but I never remembered him running this hot before. Sun seemed to have heard me as he immediately pulled away.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong? Did I hit something?” He did a quick—maybe literal— scan of my body.

“Nothing wrong, I was just surprised,” I told him, placing a hand on his cheek just to make sure I wasn’t just imagining things. I definitely wasn’t. “I know you’re the Sun and all, but… Were you always this warm?”

The heat under my hand almost seemed to intensify after I mentioned it.

“W-Warm, you say?” Sun repeated. As if on cue, the sound of vents seemed to whir louder somewhere within the animatronic’s body.

#dca fanfic #fnaf sun #dca sun #sun x y/n #sun x reader #daycare attendant x y/n #dca x y/n #sun x oc #daycare attendant sun #sun and moon fnaf #cw anxiety #idk what to tag here ive never posted fanfic before akdnsk #dca #text post

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gaymaramada · 1 year

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HCs: Puss dealing with anxiety post-TLW

Since his chase with Death himself, anxiety becomes a new constant for Puss — lingering throughout the day — and it bugs him to no end. And since his anxiety stems from his fear of dying, it’s easy for him to subconsciously latch onto the smallest of things.

Sometimes he’ll just feel the tightness in his chest and the adrenaline beginning to run through his veins, but he’ll have no idea why. There’s no danger, nothing to stress over, why does he feel like this???

He gets extremely frustrated over this, which only serves to rile him up more, and by the end the day he’ll feel so drained despite not having done much at all save for some basic travel. He can’t help but feel like a failure, the words of his past lives in the Dark Forest echoing in his mind.

It takes a bit for him to open up to Perrito and (eventually) Kitty about it, his pride still holding him back. When he does, Perrito actually confesses that he still gets scared, too — that there’s still a small part of him that, as irrational as it may be, fears that Kitty and Puss will try to abandon him, too.

“It kinda feels like a hole in your heart, y’know?” He says, “But the thing is, rather than making it bigger by letting it fester and get all yucky inside you, you could instead focus on filling the rest of your heart with good things. The hole won’t go away, but the more you grow around it, the smaller it will seem, and the easier it will be to bear.”

And if Puss shed a few tears that day in the corner the ship’s cabin with Perrito in his arms — well, that’s no one’s business but his.

Puss will still get panic attacks, but they happen less and less often as time goes on to the point that they’re mostly a rarity. When he does have them, however, they hit hard. Much like the ones he has in TLW, every logical thought in his head is drowned out by the instinctive, primal urge to run, to get away, only he can’t because he’s shaking too hard and his knees are buckling beneath him and he can’t breathe.

Perrito is never late to catch his attacks, as he’s practically glued to Puss’ hip anyways; when he sees him spiraling, deep pressure therapy is his go-to, as it seems to be the most effective. Sometimes, if Puss is at a point where he can’t speak clearly and the space around them is safe/private enough, he’ll actually lie himself down on the floor and vaguely gesture to his chest so Perrito can go over and lie on top of him.

Kitty also does what she can to help; while not as naturally skilled as Perrito, she does manage to help Puss through other methods. Sometimes she’ll talk him through it, focusing on his senses to help ground him. Other times, she’ll try to distract him, rambling on about crazy past heists or idiots who tried to pull one over on her. Somehow, even if he’s still shaking, she always seems to be able to get him to crack a smile and maybe even get a laugh out of him.

It’s still hard for the cat to come to terms with this new devil on his shoulder, the pale scar on his forehead a forever reminder of its presence, but as long as he’s got his new family team with him, he’s sure he’ll be just fine.

#will i ever stop writing abt this cat’s mental illness?#spoiler: no i won’t #cw anxiety #cw panic attack #puss in boots #puss in boots: the last wish #puss in boots the last wish #kitty softpaws #perrito #team friendship #headcanons

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Can we get some of Mountain helping Dew with some DPT to help decompress? I think he'd love the big boy just with him after a long show

Ooooo. Sometimes only big earth boy will do.

Cw anxiety and panic

“Dew, ritual’s over now. You can relax.” It’s more of a gentle suggestion than a criticism or a command. But Dew still levels Mountain with a look that is equal parts frantic and desperately sad.

Mountain has seen that look before. And even if he can’t exactly hear Dew in his monitor, he can still see him throwing his pick at the ground hard enough that maybe it’s now embedded into the stage like a throwing star.

And he could see him stomp off to the side of the stage and disappear for a moment. He could see Rain dashing out of the war path and then digging his toe into the floor like he’s snuffing a cigarette. A nervous tick that is increasingly rare.

So something must really be wrong.

Mountain hopes that whatever it was, it’s long forgotten as the ritual progresses. But he can see rigidity in the normally fluid movement as Dew stalks back and forth.

Mountain reached out and places a very large hand on Dew’s chest, pressing pause on the little map he is scuffing into the floor with his boots.

Maybe it’s the physical contact, maybe it’s the fact that Mountain cares enough - to care - to not see it as a tantrum. Rather exhaustion and frustration and the need, the obsession, for perfection.

Mountain brackets himself around Dew, creating a shield between him and the rest of the world. His imposing height feels like safety. The steady rise and fall of his chest is like a metronome, and Dew finds himself trying to keep the beat. Breathe in, breathe out.

But that still doesn’t slow the thoughts that keep racing, the way his heart beats fast and irregular like it’s just going to quit on him.

Mountain knows that now is not the time to press for answers. Dew will just work himself into a frenzy trying to explain everything that went wrong, force himself to relive it and go through all the steps in his head. Like reading an instruction manual. Trying to figure out which bolt he missed that made the whole thing come loose.

Instead, he leads Dew to the shifty looking loveseat against the wall. It’s like moving a ragdoll, which would normally cause concern. But in this case it means trust.

Trust that is placed in very few, trust that Mountain will do whatever is in Dew’s best interests, that he will tend to his wounds be they metaphysical or bodily, bruised ego or broken heart.

He gathers Dew in his lap, arranging him just so, so that he can lean his head against Mountain’s chest to hear the steady thump of his heart, so that Mountain can wrap his arms around his body and box him in with his legs, curl his tail around his waist.

When he really starts to squeeze, Dew lets out a little chuff.

“Too hard?”

Mountain feels Dew’s tail coil around his forearm, grounding and affectionate. “No, just right.”

It is just right, no one can really just get around him like Mountain can. Make him feel like he’s flanked by two ghouls, one on each side.

Mountain doesn’t have to say it, but he needs Dew to know it, not just guess at it, “I’ll be here as long as you need, or want, not letting go until you tell me to.”

The corners of Dew’s mouth curl into a smile, “I guess you’re carrying me to the bus then?”

Mountain ruffles his hair with a few exaggerated kisses, “Deal.”

#midnight moth writes #mountain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #the band ghost fanfic #cw anxiety #just doing my thing and writing things real fast to not overthink it #I hope it’s okay #someone come crush me I have to get my haircut tomorrow #mountain x dewdrop #dewdrop x mountain #midnight moth asks

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local-diavolo-anon · 2 months

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oough i'm weak

"A Choker of Lace and a Deal in Parchment Paper"

Words 17,270

Chapters 1/1 (completed, one shot) Warnings for blood, canon typical violence, paranoia and anxiety attacks!

ships: Charlie/Alastor; Charlie/Vaggie

it's for registered users only because the longer i can go without my shit getting used by generative moderls for training the better ._.

This is the fic i mentioned previously in that one post about Alastor! I promised @rainbowpiss34 and @murmurmurena that i would have tagged them in this so here there is! also @wellcolormepurple said she was interested so i hope you don't mind me tagging you as well lol

also if anyone is interested in what the oc in the fic looks like, have an illustration i made for it! (i might repost it later if i ever post more of them)

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up-to-some-good · 1 year

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Written for @wolfstarmicrofic

Prompt: Dark

If you asked Remus Lupin, he would tell you that he wasn't afraid of the dark, it simply made him uncomfortable. And really, who was comfortable with the dark? There could be anything lurking there, in the shadows, waiting to hurt a 5 year old boy who had just bade his parents goodnight, unaware of the monster waiting in the darkness of his bedroom. But he wasn't afraid. He slept with a nightlight since that fateful night and made sure never to wander alone in the dark, but that was common sense. At least, that is what he would say.

His answer hasn't changed by the time he was 21, living in an apartment in London with Sirius. He still used a nightlight, even with his boyfriend's warm weight against his back, and still left the bathroom light on overnight - just in case.

Which is why he was deeply unsettled when he arrived home from babysitting Harry to find the apartment block in complete darkness. He found out quickly from their elderly neighbour that there was some sort of fault with the electricity, which would only be fixed the following morning.

Remus sighed as he entered his darkened living room, lighting his wand the second he closed the door. Usually, Sirius would be home by now, expecting Remus with all the lights on, but tonight he was working late on an emergency at the hospital, so Remus would be alone for at least another hour in the dark.

Heart racing, Remus made his way to the kitchen, where he was sure they had some candles stashed for emergency situations. He put his wand down to dig in the drawers, pulling out an assortment of candles and a single box of matches. Relieved, he began lighting the candles, only for his hands to start shaking, spilling the matches all over the floor and knocking his wand onto the floor, extinguishing the only light he had.

Shaking, Remus sank to the floor, burying his head in his knees and praying that Sirius would be home soon.

He wasn't afraid of the dark. No adult was afraid of the dark. He just didn't like it. It made him uncomfortable. It made his hands shake and his thoughts get jumbled and his chest feel tight. He wasn't afraid of the dark. He was afraid of what could happen in the dark.

After an unknown amount of time, the door creaked open and Remus heard Sirius's heavy boots landing on the hardwood floors.

"Moons?" he called out.

Remus grumbled in response, not ready to stop hiding.

He could hear Sirius making his way to the kitchen. Sirius let out a small noise when he saw Remus curled up on the floor and started murmuring something.

Remus couldn't hear what he was saying, but he didn't much care. Sirius was here. He'd be safe soon.

After a few minutes, Sirius gently touched his boyfriend's arm.

"It's alright, love," he said. "You can look up."

It was only his trust in Sirius that allowed Remus to look up and when he did, he was stunned. Sirius had conjured strings of muggle fairy lights which covered the ceiling, gently twinkling and lighting up the whole apartment. From where he was sitting, he could see across into their living room, where every piece of furniture had been framed with more lights, making sure there were no dark corners.

As he looked around, Sirius slid down the wall onto the floor next to him and pulled him against his chest.

"I promise, Moony, you'll never have to be in dark again. Not as long as I'm around."

#remus lupin #sirius black #wolfstar #wolfstar fic #wolfstar microfic #there is nothing micro about this fic #hurt/comfort #dark #remus is the little spoon #you can't change my mind #don't even try me #cw panic attack #cw anxiety

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