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bakubunny · 4 months

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give and take

a/n: retired (disabled) shota x disabled reader hurt/comfort fluff. pls read all the tags; this is very self indulgent bc that’s how i feel like writing today. also i did a quick grammar check but this is generally unedited.

tw: neurological disorders, tics, muscle spasms, speech problems, dissociation, functional seizures, established relationships, l-bomb, reader is called baby, babygirl, daddy as nickname/title (used once)

You stood in the kitchen, chefs knife in hand as you cut the last of the vegetables out before you. Shota rinsed rice at the sink on your right. You froze briefly before a muscle spasm shot through your hand, then a small tic. It was hardly any movement, but he caught it in the corner of his eye. Five years into retirement, you’d swear Shota was still sharp as ever.

“You okay?” he asked.

The sound of water stopped.

There was a slight hesitation in your voice. “Yeah. I’m good.”

With a few measured slices, the job was done. Your hand seized again. The large knife clattered onto the counter.

“Shit, sorry,” you said. More for yourself than him, perhaps.

Another small vocal tic.

Shota glanced your direction. “Let me take care of the rest.”

“Really, I’m-I’m fine, Sho,” you replied, transferring the cut onion onto a plate.

The subtle shift in his face told you he held his tongue this time when he’d rather not. Sure, you had a bad habit of pushing yourself too hard, but Shota had no room to talk on that. He knew - especially now - that life didn’t stop just because you did.

You shut your eyes; one pulled back and rolled for a second. Your body grew tired and heavy. “Just been a long-”

One moment, you were standing, the next, your legs gave out beneath you. There was a clang when the metal bowl of the rice cooker hit the floor. Rice and water splattered nearby as Shota caught you, body limp in his arms.

“Baby?”

An eyebrow twitched in response. Your head lolled forward painfully. Shota pulled you back into his shoulder and carefully lowered you to the floor, your head in his lap. A muscle spasm ripped down your spine as your back arched, muscles so tight that your extremities shook and your vision blurred once it passed once your eyes opened. Head foggy and empty, you fought your body to respond. A small groan left your throat.

“I’m right here. I love you,” Shota said, running his fingers through your hair.

Another look of fear crossed your face with a whine. You wanted to apologize and crawl into his arms, but your body stayed still. And your husband knew you too well.

“Don’t be sorry.”

You laid with him as spasms came and went, along with your awareness of the things around you. When you came to a little, your fingertips stretched out seeking his hand, so he reached for yours.

“Hey, babygirl. You with me?” he said.

“Mhm.” You still couldn’t move much. But this was something.

“Am I okay to carry you?” Shota asked.

“I… think so,” you said.

With relative quickness and the ease of a practiced hero, he gathered you up in his arms and carried you to bed.

･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆ .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

You laid in bed with Shota, your head on his shoulder, finished dinner plates on the tray he’d set at the end of the bed, and sighed.

“Sometimes I really hate all of this,” you said. “I hate that you have to do so much for me. You’ve got enough to handle.”

“You’re the love of my life. Why would I leave you to suffer?” he asked.

When you stayed quiet, he continued. “It’s give and take. You do just as much for me.”

“I know…” you replied. “Sho?”

“Mm?”

“If… if I take care of the dishes, will you take a bath with me?” You played with the hem of his shirt.

Shota smiled softly. “You want daddy to wash your hair, baby?”

A grin pushed at your cheeks. “Maybe, yeah.”

“You don’t need to do anything to have that,” he replied. “I have the energy tonight. Let me take care of you.”

You hugged him tighter. “Thank you.”'

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itsgrimeytime · 9 months

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The Nurse (Part Ten) || Rick Grimes (TWD)

Part: One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine, Ten...

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Summary: Before all this, you were a nurse. A nurse who had patients, one of which was a man in a coma. A sheriff, you think, it was all kinda fuzzy now. When it all went sideways, you set up what you could for the man - but had to leave. You’d always wondered where he’d ended up; until in your search of shelter, you run into a familiar face.

TWS: Blood, gore, angst, mentions of death, gun violence (just violence in general), gunshot wounds, swearing, coma mention, and all things typical of TWD.

[[A/N: This gif is was SOOOO hard to find. But the vibes properly address this newest part. Sorry for the cliffhanger, but it was necessary. Hopefully, this will make it better :) Thanks for reading !!!]]

"I win!" Carl grinned, crossing through the x's on the grid with a sort of satisfaction -a brightness in the otherwise dim room, curtains drawn and machines beeping.

You hummed, peering over the paper with an exaggeratively questioning brow, "Did you, really? Let me see-"

"Fair and square," he spoke -defensive and puffing up his chest ever so slightly.

Handing the paper to you, your eyes slinked over the grid -tucking your pen back into the scrub pocket with a soft smile, "Hmm, I guess you did! Fair and square."

Carl smiled to himself, running off to Shane -who stood by the door, eyes laid heavy on the hospital bed. He was eagerly pointing, and nearly jumping up and down -Shane with ease knelt down to get a good look at what he wanted to show him.

"You-" Lori spoke, suddenly at your side -her mouth hidden behind her hand, "-You'd tell me, if it wasn't good, right?"

You took a glance at the IV, making the note to replace it soon, before turning to the woman -lowering your voice, "Of course, Mrs. Grimes. It's just. It's too early for any news at all."

"And the-" she started, swallowed, as her voice echoed shakily, "-the fluttering behind the eyes?"

"It's something pretty run of the mill," you answered -regretfully, "-patients in a comatose state can have some instinctual movements, muscle spasms, it's not... It's not conclusive."

"Right," she echoed -exhaling a sort of shaky breath out of her lungs, "-I guess I just- I don't know what to do. What... What would you do?"

"Ma'am-"

"Please," she voiced -tone thick but intentional, "-call me Lori."

"Lori," you corrected -heavy and trying to guide her, "-I can't make that decision for you. But-"

You turned her attention to her son, as he seemed to be recounting the game of tic-tac-toe to Shane -all happy, bright, hopeful energy, "-It's too early to let him lose what he has."

"Hope," she answered -a little desolate in tone, and you could tell she'd already lost it but Carl... Carl hadn't.

"And," you added with a bit of a laugh, "-if Rick's as stubborn as you say, I'm sure he wouldn't go down without fighting."

Lori smiled, hand tender on his -fingertips rubbing at the ring that stayed there, "He wouldn't."

"So, hold on for him," you echoed, placing a single hand on her shoulder, "-okay?"

That evening, when the visiting hours closed, you checked up his room -quickly switching out his IV and running through his vitals. You don't remember when it had started, but you'd begun talking to him -maybe it was because of Carl, the bright boy that was so sad. You weren't sure.

Flipping through his clipboard, you spoke, "Looking good, Grimes. Let's keep you breathing today, hmm?"

Roaming closer, you watched the beating of his heart -steady and consistent. Noting that you moved over to another monitor -one with his brain activity. It was a bit of a confusing sight to anyone who couldn't read it, but there was a spike -good. Never dipping.

"Dreaming well?" you smiled, scooting back and taking him in -laid completely motionless, and the flowers by his bedside still vibrant. It was always a sight that twisted your heart, even after the times you'd seen it before.

Something so desperate about the dark room and the beeping machines -lights a mere flicker. It was lonely, most of all, and part of you wished he'd had warm dreams. Cliche meadows, smiling, and family memories-

"Rick," you echoed, sitting into a chair -the one right next to him, "-I just want you to know that you have a wonderful family waiting for you here. But I-"

His chest moved in a rhythm, up and down.

"-I don't know how long they can wait."

Part of you wished to see anything different upon his face, anything, but there was nothing. He was still the same, curls tenderly brushed to the back of his head, and ring glimmering in the lights of the monitors.

"So," you cleared your throat -wiping at your eyes (this job never got any easier), "-just try and wake up soon, yeah? For them."

There was a whiteness that took over your mind then, bright beyond belief, and a sting flushing over your skin, hurt -dousing it in what felt like ice-cold water. Like you'd fallen to the ground, the concrete ground-

"Hey, hey-" there was a voice, one you recognized, brown eyes and long hair -Daryl, "-ya with me?"

There was a searing pain in your shoulder (the right one -your mind meekly noted) so overwhelming that it felt like your mouth couldn't work. It was like the sting of a million bees, nerve endings firing off -you couldn't see straight.

"I-" you tried, but it broke off -curling into some sort of slurred speech as it peaked in pain. Was this what it felt like to die?

Something in your brain was firing, as you tried to gather your words -fighting against the instinct, blinking back tears, "He... missed...?"

It was all breathy, and slurred, but you saw them pass over an understanding on his face -still somehow able to understand, "Yea, just- just hit y'er shoulder."

"Fuck," you echoed, flinching as the words seethed through your teeth, "-does not feel like just my... shoulder-"

Daryl merely looked over you, hands lifted and suddenly so bloody -it made your head spin. You were used to it, but not to yourself. You weren't usually the patient, not like this-

"I don't see anythin' else-"

"O-Okay," you swallowed back a groan, maybe even a scream, "-can you just put-"

Without a warning, his hands came to your shoulder -pushing (stopping the blood, something in your head remarked). You bit your lip so harshly that you tasted iron, "Shit, maybe warn me next time-"

"'Sorry," he retorted, fairly bland -but you could see the panic in his eyes.

You laughed, even though it hurt -each exhale met with a harsh inhale, "No you're not."

Daryl let out the smallest of smiles, and you counted it somewhat as a win. Even then, until your ears focused in, honed in on an extra voice.

"Shoot me, sheriff-" he echoed -grating on your ears, "-shoot me."

"What's-" you started -breaths heavy and eyes woozy, "-where's Rick? What's happening-"

"Breathe-" Daryl echoed, tone gruff and straightforward, "-you can't move like 'at."

"What's..." you took a deep breath in -quick and rushed, "-what's happening? Daryl, tell me-"

The world was getting spotty, white splotches smeared in your vision -it seemed so easy to sleep then, to rest your eyes. But your heart was racing against your chest, heavy beats echoing even larger than life, was he okay-

It wasn't worth it, if he was hurt -had he been shot? You couldn't stand it-

"Hey, hey, sweetheart-" a new face detailed in your face, blue eyes -you inhaled a gasp, "-I'm here, I'm here."

"Are you-" you spoke through ragged breaths, "-are you... okay? Are you hurt-"

Rick sighed -tears were in his eyes, you could see them, "I'm fine. 'Should be worryin' 'bout yourself."

You inhaled -a shaky sort of breath, as Daryl's hands stayed pressured -the sear of the pain so stinging that your head spun. But you stayed, trying desperately to stay present, to stay with him.

Distantly, you felt this might be it. You didn't want to miss him now -not now.

"Bandage," you spoke, through the heavy breaths -labored, working so hard to merely speak, "-somethin', something to wrap it with. Bleeding... stop the bleeding-"

"I kno'," he responded, quick as his hands moved to the ends of his shirt, "-I kno'. Just stay with me, 'kay? Keep y'er eyes on me."

He was rushing, a distant rip echoing through your head -he was using his shirt, you guessed. You merely followed the movement, eyes languid on his face -memorizing the push of his brow, the pull of his mouth. Despite the pain, something so wonderful about him being there -right in front of you.

"I missed you," you spoke -slurred and oh-so tired. But it felt necessary, built up deep in your chest -wonderous feeling busting at the center of your ribs.

Rick, who was busy with the fabric of his shirt, turned his eyes to you -blue eyes set upon you like you were the only thing in the world, "-I missed ya too, darlin'. Let me help you for once, 'kay?"

He mumbled something to Daryl, replacing the pressure with the tight wrapped fabric -your breath hissed out, flinching ever so lightly at the shift in feeling. Rick flicked to you for a second, eyes doused in a sort of deep concern -gently smoothing over your skin.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. 's gonna hurt-"

"I kno'," you spoke, muffled and murmured. You were so tired.

"Hey, hey-" he started, tiltin to meet your eyes -hand soft against your skin, guiding, "-stay with me."

"Rick," you hummed -pain a mere deafened noise in the back of your head, "-just so tired. I'm tryin'-"

"I kno', I kno', sweetheart," he echoed, a beautiful sort of thrum against your skin, "-just a lil' longer. Why don't you tell me somethin', anythin'-"

"I remember you, in the-" you interrupted, tone limp but still there, "-in the hospital. I used to talk to you then-"

"Did ya?" Rick responded, moving around and you could feel it. It all blurred to the background, "-what about?"

"Depends," your eyes scattered along his face, "-sometimes told you to wake up, and other times just complainin' 'bout somebody. There used to be- There used to be this lady, came in everyday. I'm so sure she hated me-"

"Really, you?" he hummed, "-Imma pick ya up, okay? Get you where you can get some help-"

"Tried to complain that I was flirtin' with 'er husband," you murmured -the shake of your head as he gathered you up, pulling you close to his chest, "-was jus' bein' nice."

"Were you? Flirtin'?"

"No," you stressed, a little defensively, head leaning against his chest -the deep thrum of his heart rumbling against your skin, "-no, you kno' that."

"I do," he echoed -tone fond and it sent something warm down your spine, "-don't I."

And maybe your head was a little woozy, but you couldn't hold it back then -all slurred words and white splotches in your vision. The thrum of his heart beating you a lullaby, your eyes found themselves is a bleary haze.

"I love you, you know 'at."

And maybe he said something in response, you felt the rumble in his chest. But you... you hadn't felt safe enough to sleep in awhile, and gathered up in his arms -a familiar woodsy smell surrounding you, you had. It was like a bubble there, all cooped up with the pain a distant thrash, and somewhere deep in your head, you knew he'd keep you safe.

With that final thought, your eyes drifted shut.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for blocking someone / not wanting to talk to them / having limited contact after they ticced?

TW abelism

So I know the title sounds bad. But. Hear me out.

So I am disabled I use a cane. And I just started university. I’m somewhat open about being disabled as I use a cane so I am used to getting questions and I feel it’s easier to rip the proverbial plaster off.

I was talking to a guy (I’ll just call him guy) on the course running adjacent to mine as we have some lectures in common. This was over text message so I can get to know people around my campus and make some friends in a new city.

I first get inklings that he’s probably a not so nice person as he says to me ‘I like to tell jokes. But I can’t tell them because they’re to dark and blunt.’ And when I ask to hear a joke he says no. I don’t want to be to judgemental off or the bat, so I don’t push him to make a joke and I leave it at that.

But saying that seemed like a red flag to me? I also didn’t want to be judgemental and potentially just not talk to someone over something small like that.

So when we have our cross over lecture I see Guy afterwards, we say hello and after talking for a while and he goes ‘haha you have a cane!’ In a voice and points at my cane.

I am somewhat taken a back because I was somewhat open about being disabled and y’know. Maybe don’t say that to me?

I said ‘don’t do that. I don’t like it.’ Guy said ‘it’s just a joke.’

I said ‘but I still don’t like it.’

Guy continued on the ‘it’s just a joke’ path and when I looked upset he asked me ‘why do you look upset?’

So me and my friend left and I blocked Guy on this messaging thing because frankly enough I wasn’t keen on talking to him and I was really upset. (My friend cheered me up with hot chocolate bless their heart)

Guy texts me somewhere else and says ‘I’m so sorry I don’t think before I speak Somtimes. I have Tourette’s and autism.’

Now here’s where I may be TA. I still don’t want to talk to him. I want to block him again. I want him to leave me alone. I don’t want that type of energy in my life and frankly enough I don’t need it.

If he had said ‘I’m so sorry I have Tourette’s that was a tick’ in the moment, I would have understood and moved on. I’m disabled too. I get muscle spasms with my disability, so I understand that’s not the same but I also sympathise. It’s bloody hard.

The thing that upset me was he defended it with ‘it’s just a joke.’

But I also understand not wanting to share your disabled /nurodivergant status. It’s a very sensitive thing, and there where people also behind the lecture theatre who heard what Guy said about my cane, plus my friend who was with me.

So. WIBTA for blocking guy / not talking to him / having limited contact based on a tic?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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gayvampyr · 1 year

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I think I've posted about this before but I can't remember; does anyone else get tics that are triggered by the cold? and I don't mean just shivering, I mean like cold temperatures cause your body to suddenly jerk and/or have random uncontrollable muscle spasms. mainly asking people who have tic disorders or other neurological/neuromuscular conditions, but others are welcome to reply as well

#im autistic and have 'obsessive compulsive tendencies' as written on my diagnostic report #but im not sure if this is related or if anyone else experiences temperature-related tics #I don't seem to experience them much outside of cold weather minus some muscle twitches and tremor (which I think is related to my #neuropathy but I can't be sure)

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caffeinatedopossum · 1 year

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Suddenly realizing I've had seizures before :0 but this was just the first one where someone who knew what it was was there to witness it (my girlfriend)

That's so cool and definitely not terrifying /s

#for context i dont spasm uncontrollably like people imagine seizures #i think from the outside it probably just looks like im having a bunch of tics and staring intently and being unresponsive #but then afterwards i end up being really confused and disoriented and forgetful #so its been very easy to forget about the seizures i had in the past because i didnt remember them #until just recently when i was like 'huh that felt familiar-'#from my perspective though its like uh idk its really weird #its a bit different every time but just in general #i tend to be unresponsive even if i can tell whats happening around me #i cant talk or control what my body is doing but i know what part is moving (usually jerkinv my head or arms)#my muscles feel either really rigid or really lax #and then my vision gets so weird #everything is sparkly like colorful static and the edges of my vision gets really dark #and there's intermittent flashes of lights or floating shadows #it feels like im extremely focused and very spaced out at the same time #i keep describing it like my brain is smashing all the buttons at once cause thats what it feels like #its also kinda similar to the feeling of being electrocuted? but i dont think many of you will know what that feels like #hopefully you wont at least #i just happen to #its like a weird buzzing just under your skin that doesnt exactly hurt but doesnt exactly not hurt either #it would be like the pain of a constantly tightened muscle- not painful at first but like strenuous to endure ?#and thdn painful if it stays like that or gets worse #i feel like im not allowed to say i had a seizure because i cant go to doctors about it so i cant get diagnosed >_<#but the thing is not bei g diagnosed isnt gonna stop me from having them #yay denial /j #im hoping theyre just dissociative seizures because god i cannot deal with epilepsy on top of everything else rn #and also because i cant see doctors right now sooo #god im exhausted and scared but i feel like those words dont even measure up to how im doing right now #i dont know. im just enduring #thats all i can really do i think #but i hope i dont have to much longer...

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spgothkidsheadcanons · 1 year

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Heyyy! Me again (●’◡’●)ﾉ

So my request is how the goths would take care of reader when they are having a tic or panic attack! How would they react?

I’d like it to be more platonic then romantic but if you want you can do romantic💗

Anyways! I can’t wait to see it!!!! (☞ ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)☞

Hey you!

I decided to go with a panic attack because I have never experienced a tic attack and didn’t want to get some things wrong!

Warnings: panic attack mention, knife mentions

Without further ado,

The Goths Helping You Through a Panic Attack {PLATONIC}

Michael:

- Michael is so sweet when he comes across you during a panic attack

- He’s already on the floor beside you, asking you what you need and gently rubbing your back to ground you back to reality

- Whatever made you upset, he promises that he’ll do something to get rid of the problem

- Makes you do breathing excercises with him until your breathing evens out

- Michael keeps reassuring you that everything is fine, and he tries to distract you by talking about all the trouble you two have gotten into over the course of your friendship

- When you start laughing at a particular story about burning down a certain store and ridding South Park of the “Vampire Disease” temporarily, he laughs along with you, and you both spend a moment just thinking and laughing about your younger years

- He asks you if you’d like to talk about what caused the panic attack. If you do decide to tell him, he’ll help you through whatever it is your going through

- If not, then he just nods and tells you that you can always talk to him if you needed to

- He’s a good friend, and always will be your best friend

Henrietta:

- SWEET BABY GIRL

- She’s very much like Michael, doing what she can to just be near you and let you know everything is okay

- She’s gotten you water, some light snacks, and pain medicine in case you developed a headache from the crying and sore muscles from the body spasms

- Henrietta has been there before, so she knows exactly what to do in this situatuon to help you feel better

- She puts on one of your favorite movies/shows to help distract you

- She also never stops letting you know that she’s right there and that you’re doing okay, you just have to breathe

- Once you’ve calmed down, like Michael, she asks if you would like to talk about it

- Depending on your answer, she’ll sit there and listen or she’ll make plans to have a girl’s day (she gagged saying that)

- Henrietta is a girl’s best friend

Pete:

- Pete isn’t very well versed on Panic Attack 101

- So when he notices you’ve completely shut down and are in the beginning process of a panic attack, he’s frantically calling his Uncle and Henrietta for some advice on how to care for you in this state

- He googles the best way to help someone out of a panic episode, suggesting things to you every now and then with his own panicked tone

- Finally, he sets his phone down, takes a deep breath, and just talks to you

- He talks about random stuff, things he’s seen, things he’s watched, what he had for dinner last night

- Every now and then offering you a question to answer, which actually helps to pull you out of your own mind

- After you’ve settled down, he gives you a blanket and a pillow and leaves you on your own, letting you rest after your attack

- While you’re resting, he makes you some snacks and a drink, and begins extensive research on how to be prepared next time this happens

- He hates seeing his friends in pain, he just cares about them so much 😩

Firkle:

- You were at school in the gym when your panic attack hit

- Firkle was with sitting beside you, not really paying attention to anything other than the chunk of wood and pocket knife in his hands

- He looked up when he heard your breathing become rapid, quickly putting his carving things away and putting his full attention on you

- He’s talking to you the whole time, touching you every now and then to signal he was there and that you weren’t alonr

- If anyone’s staring, he’s quick to pull his knife out again to threaten them

- He doesn’t force you to, but he suggests going to the nurse’s office so you don’t have to be gawked at

- After you’ve calmed down, he all but forces you to talk to him so he can help (read as destroy) with your problem

- Poor buddy hates seeing his only friend so upset, he’ll do whatever he can to help you feel better 🥺

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only-omo · 3 months

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ok but something ive never heard anybody talk abt ever and they should

tourettes omo

or at least tics, i understand why it may be a touchy subject bc awareness and stuff but like as someone with tourettes can i just say

i get bladder tics

and theyre luckily on the rarer side but like, it is literally ill just be doing stuff and then essentially suddenly either actually just wetting myself, or so ungodly close to it as im fighting the waves of desperation accompanying the muscle spasms and its

actually crazy

but like could you imagine your fc who has ts or some other tic syndrome (ts au ? medication ? idk man) and theyre hanging out with friends just doing whatever or something like that, and basically they just start wetting themselves out of nowhere, leading to prying questions (good naturedly or not) about why they didnt go if they had to that badly

maybe theyre peeshy and this kind of thing is semi normal already; or they arent, and they then have to delve into explanations on the fact that either they didnt know/didnt have to go, met with varying degrees of belief, or that they did know, but they also were certain it wasnt near close to bad enough to have an accident yet, and maybe through rambling even admitting straight up that they literally just pissed themselves regardless of need.

or if they didnt even wet fully, anywhere from a rather messy leak that they cant hide, similar to above; to one thats smaller and less obvious, but maybe they freeze up in a really conspicuous way, still bringing attention to themselves, and maybe they suck at playing it off, or just have really pushy/concerned friends, or both, so they end up still having to admit to just having peed themselves a little, despite there being no immediately visble/no visible damage, and then try to explain that they arent in desperate need of a bathroom despite that

or maybe they are. maybe now their body is confused and theyre teetering on the edge of a full accident all of a sudden. and of course theres the constant worry nagging in the back of their head that theyll tic again and lose it the rest of the way, but also trying not to think about it for fear that focusing on it too much will make it happen, which is an entirely real possibility

not to mention any tics that arent actually their bladder, but help just as little, for instance, i get vocal tics but they arent often real words, so like,, invlountary whines and groans that have nothing to do with anything but sound so desperate, paired with jerky/restless movements that arent a real potty dance but at this point only the one ticking themselves can tell the difference; which doesnt matter much in the end anyway, as theres still a real chance theyll wet regardless

or someone who is actually rather desperate, and theyre trying to play it off for one reason or another, but despite their control in terms of potty dancing, they continually lose focus on their tics, which eventually simulate the same thing, and they keep drawing attention to themselves anyway

the absolute confusion and misdirection it causes for everyone else because no one can ever tell when they actually have to go, and eventually they learn that it doesnt really matter if their bladder isnt already completely empty (which only really lasts for like 5 min after using the bathroom if that, so)

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