#tw: bad coping

[ventresses]

Anyone else noticed how Kaminoans like Nala Se and Taun We have soft voices like the gentle whispering of angels, whereas Lama Su's voice sounds like he's smoked 2 packs a day for the past 40 years???

#my partner and I have a running joke about this #when he leaves the room it’s bc he’s popping out for another pack of smokes #if he’s cranky it’s bc he’s craving a smoke but all out #running Kamino is stressful he’s gotta cope somehow #lama su #the bad batch #tbb #attack of the clones #the clone wars #star wars #Kamino #kaminoans #smoking tw #tobacco use #im not sure how to tag smoking #also #dont smoke kids!!

[cherylmustdie]

-i drink so i dont cvt myself (another fucking coping mechanism)

-i cvt myself because i get drunk and have no ability to control myself

it doesn't make any sense

#tw s3lf harm #$elf harm #$elf h4rm #$h tumblr #mental health #s3lfharmm #mentally fucked #s3lf mutilation #mental health relapse #tw sh related #i wanna relapse so bad #tw selfhate #self h@te #self h@rm #mental illness #$hblr #tw self destructive behavior #tw self destruction #unhealthy coping mechanisms

[shey-pancake]

TW: S/A topics ⚠️

so, I wanted to make a self-insert oc as this is my new comfort story, and that I feel represented, I had to !! I did two versions, a normal one and a "at work" one

meet: Yellow 💛

he is a friend of blue, and has also suffered from S/A.

Victaton has already clarified that blue is the only one man in the company, but this is just a silly self insert of mine for my own comfort, so it doesn't matter, both mutually support each other <3

#art #tw: sa #blue #gacha #gacha art #gacha community #gacha series #blue story #gacha oc #gacha life 2 #gacha edit #see that purple mark? #it isn't there for nothing #notice the size difference #I am very short irl so my self insert also is #the reason of why it isn't purple is because in the story purple in designs represents that the person is bad #and you can easily tell by their look #ye #will do thingys with yellow as a way to vent and cope

[fienyx]

I think they would smoke weed together

#epos’s art #star wars #lord of the rings #yoda #master yoda #gollum #sméagol #lotr #swtcw #bad batch #Yh they would smoke weed and chill #I’m so tiard this is my way of coping #tw smoking

[nmolesofadrenaline]

read something that said “Grief doesn’t care how many years it has been.”

The attack went right through my chest;)

#grief journal #grief poem #dealing with grief #coping with grief #bad grief #on grief #griefandloss #grief/mourning #grief poetry #tw grief #grief

[pain-is-my-game]

It hurts finding out that your mother is abusive. Especially if you're autistic like me and you've only just now realized that your childhood was in fact traumatic. I feel so stupid. All these years have passed and I never knew. How come I never saw it when it's so obvious?

#i will never care if you reblog #i think the only thing as bad as being your mother's daughter #is being your father's som #trauma things #vent #tw vent #cw vent #eldest daughter syndrome #mother issues #mommy issues #toxic mother #mentally unstable #toxic mom #toxic mothers #emotionally manipulative mother #childhood trauma #trauma coping #trauma #childhood abuse #cw toxic relationship #actually cptsd #c-ptsd #actuallytraumatized #hello #i am spiraling #I'm so very tired #thoughts to throw into the void

[cardiac-arresting-sweetheart]

do you want to hurt me?

do you want to kill me?

do you want to use me up until i'm a sobbing, broken mess?

please, if you want to hurt me, just do it. i won't be mad.

whatever you want from me, i'll give it to you. take anything.

i'd be honored if you would want anything from someone as terrible as me, anyway.

#this is just me being insane sowwy guys #tw abuse #cw nsft #<- implied ig #ummm idk im so bad at TWs #irl yandere #actually obsessive #actually yandere #bpd yandere #obsessive love #bpd fp #yandere vent #male yandere #yanderecore #yandere coping #Um. i need mental help i thnk #this isnt even specifically targeted but like #💐 #🧣 #ermmm #OH YEAH. #tw murder #LMFAOO #bit important

[befuddled-calico-whump]

Get Your Act Together

cw: bad coping mechanisms, alcohol, bad caretaker, adult language

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•°•°•

Chopper wasn't an unkind man. He managed the contracts of several assassins and regularly sent them out in the world to off someone, sure, but that was just business. And when a person dealt in that sort of blood, they could afford to be nice from time to time without looking too soft.

So when Cinder showed up on his doorstep like the prodigal son himself, two years since the last time he'd last laid eyes on the younger man, Chopper let him in. He put a bed in one of the unused storage rooms upstairs and told the kid to come down when he was ready.

Cinder was here for a contract. Assassins never came to Chopper unless they were after a contract. But right now, Cinder looked like he needed sleep more than a job.

Alexei Wilder wasn't Chopper's favorite employee. He didn't pick favorites. But the kid had been working for him for over a decade now, a favor to his mother, and Chopper had to admit he was more a little attached at this point. Death was a bigger part of life than usual when you called yourself a member of the Underneath, but it still hit his shop pretty hard when they'd heard of Cinder's demise.

Then, the rumors that he was alive, but a prisoner in the Tower, which may have been worse.

Then, quieter still, rumors that he was dead again. For real, this time.

And less than a week later, he was back at the base.

Asking to work.

Having Cinder around wasn't a big deal at first. Heaven and hell knew the kid could come and go in silence, so Chopper wasn't bothered.

But as weeks passed, he left less and less, and as soft as he was, Chopper knew he couldn't stand for it any longer when he finally went upstairs to check on him and a half dozen bottles clattered aside as he pushed the door open.

It was dark inside, littered with garbage and smelling of stale air and booze. Cinder wasn't in the bed, or even sprawled across the floor like Chopper had pictured him. He was sitting upright in the corner, eyes wide and wild and staring, legs coiled underneath him like he might spring to his feet and sprint away at any moment.

A half-empty bottle was clutched in one metallic hand, and Chopper knew both were, in their own way, souvenirs of the two years Cinder had been absent. The way the younger man flinched when Chopper cleared his throat wasn't lost on him.

"When's the last time you set foot outside?" he asked.

"What's that matter?" Cinder replied. His voice was gravelly, as if it had gone some days without use.

“Sunlight's good for you. Vitamin D and all that junk. Being cooped up in a room like this can't be healthy.”

“Hasn’t killed me yet.”

Chopper sighed, kicking a liquor bottle aside. “It's not an offer, Cinder. You need to go outside. You need to do something. A jigsaw puzzle, for fuck’s sake. You can't just hole up in my shop and drink yourself to death.”

“Why not?” Cinder muttered. “What's one more dead body in Neath?”

Chopper shook his head. This kid. As fond as he was of Alexei, he had a business to run. A business that was quite literally a matter of life and death. He couldn't be playing mommy.

“I get it. I do. You've gone through some shit. But moping in the dark isn't gonna erase the past. Get up. Take a shower. Go for a walk, before I drag you out of here myself.”

When Cinder ignored him, rolling over like he could block out his voice, Chopper stalked forward and grabbed him by his wrist.

He let go just as quickly when the metal flashed orange, hissing and shaking his hand.

“Don't fucking touch me,” Cinder slurred, his voice trembling. There was a look in his eyes like a cornered animal, and Chopper took a step back.

“Then get up,” he said, his voice devoid of anything sharp. He rubbed his burned hand against the front of his shirt. “I don't have to house you, Alexei. I'm doing it out of the kindness of my heart. If you can't get your act together, that kindness is going to run out real quick.”

After a moment’s consideration, Cinder stood, leaning on the wall for support, his head cocked to one side like he couldn't fully hold it up.

“Give me a contract.”

Chopper nearly stumbled over his words. "Now? You're drunk. Sleep it off, and we'll talk tomorrow.”

“Which is it? Sleep it off or get my act together? Give me a fucking contract.”

Chopper hadn't meant now, he'd just… gotten a little pissy after being ignored. At most, he'd planned to drag him to the bathroom for a wash, not send him on a job. The kid was swaying on his feet, reeking of alcohol.

But… if that was what it took to kick him into gear, maybe Chopper should let it happen. Maybe this would be good for him, getting back in the saddle.

“I'll get you one,” he said, shaking his head again. “Wait here. Maybe drink some water in the meantime.”

Cinder fell heavily onto the doorframe, fingers locked around its edges like a vise.

“Fine.”

Chopper turned away from the young assassin. He'd just find something easy. Low-stakes. Alexei was good, two years of hell couldn't change that. Even blacked out, he’d still run a clean operation, probably cleaner than some of Chopper’s contractors could do sober.

And if he didn't… if he screwed up and brought the law down on the base…

Well, every assassin knew his protection only extended so far. If things went south, Chopper didn't have to help him.

And he didn't have to let him back in.

•°•°•

@whumpacabra @enteredin2eternity @kixngiggles @whumpsday @kiichu @whump-for-all-and-all-for-whump @shywhumpauthor @distinctlywhumpthing , @bloodinkandashes , @fleur-alise , @whumpy-daydreams , @whumpwillow

#wildefire #bad coping mechanisms #bad caretaker #alcohol #assassin whump #death mention tw #nightposting so i may rb tomorrow

[selectivechaos]

thoughts on support and the meaning of coping.

if hotlines don’t have a text service, i can’t access them. if support groups and drop-in centres ask you to email and introduce yourself first, i get anxious.

just because support is available, doesn’t mean it is accessible.

then again, sometimes when you’ve been in an area or institution with no support services, you just assume that, when you move elsewhere, there won’t be any available. don’t assume that; always look for help.

“support is available” and “i’m here if you need to talk” are Not empty phrases made to comfort you; they are true.

if you’re like me, you may get the feeling of “it’s not bad enough; i’m not actually struggling; i can’t articulate it so there must be nothing wrong; making a big deal out of nothing” kind of panicked thoughts right before accessing support. don’t listen! you deserve help, there is no ‘bad enough’. if it hurts you, then you deserve help because you don’t deserve to be in pain.

long post ⚠️

recently someone supporting me told me that i should seek help for a specific problem i have with studying in classroom settings (im a uni student), related to my social anxiety. i never had support in school, so it shocked me because classroom settings are everything and just the accepted organisational status quo in schools; they are seen as the brick and mortar of ‘teaching and learning’. i knew there was more freedom and flexibility in university, and that ‘support is available’. but i had always thought of ‘support’ in an individualised, neoliberal, medical-model way (ie. “we’re gonna fix you to fit with the system, and, if we can’t do that, we’ll just support you through crises as you’re tormented by something not made for you”). but actually the way this person phrased it was in terms of ‘Fairness’ and a ‘Level playing field’. they said “it’s not right for you to be feeling anxious and frozen in those learning spaces because it harms your studies, when everyone else is feeling comfortable and able to learn better”. i always considered it with the gaze of internalised ableism (ie “this is my problem; this is my flaw; i’m too sensitive is why i’m anxious”) and i focused so much on treatments for my anxiety as a prerequisite for fixing the problem of falling behind others in academia. but actually i needed support not only to get better, but to get accommodations in the meantime.

coping isn’t settling for an environment that bulldozes through your illness, ignoring it and (intentionally or unintentionally) triggering you. coping is not an individualised repression of symptoms until you burn out. coping is the act of doing things while having an illness that you could not do without support. bad definition but im tired. 🌹🌹

#madpunk #neuropunk #actually mentally ill #social anxiety disorder #coping strategies #mental health support #coping mechanisms #academic support #tw for mentions of therapy in tags ⚠️⚠️⚠️ #might be getting therapy again. nervous because it was bad last time

[promptsforyourwhumpfic]

Whump Prompt #1144

Submitted by @red-river-potato01 - thanks!

Character A's best friend B is badly wounded on a mission, and is barely alive when brought back. A meets them in the infirmary, but the diagnosis is conclusive: They're not going to make it. A stays with them, and B manages to choke out a few last words to their friend before fading away in A's arms. A is a wreck after this; they don't speak, don't eat, don't sleep, and they never leave their quarters. The crew knows they need to help, but none of them are that close with A. What do they do?

#i like it #writing #prompts #whump #ideas #hospitalisation #vigils #bedside vigil #character death #tw: death #mourning #angst #severe angst #bad coping mechanisms #death of a loved one

[tadc-ragatha]

So we know from Jax's line that he also freaked the fuck out when he got transported to the DC. I mean, obvious, but I think it's interesting how he's allowed to panic (or maybe he thinks it was stupid of him to do so?) but when Pomni does it's something to be mocked.

#amy's originals #i can't wait to see him have a breakdown #(/affectionate) #(kind of) #(depends on how bad he really gets) #id like to see his transition from freaking out over being transported to the digital circus to his bullying #i think his behaviour is a coping mechanism #he doesn't want to face reality so he is just a dick to everyone instead #also the line is something like “we've all been there” when Pomni's trying to take off her “headset” #swearing tw #tadc jax #jax tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc

[kimetsu-chan]

rant teehee 🤭

How are you so entitled that two people whispering to each other irks you to the point that you cannot eat your food.

and every time I say something that effects me in a negative way, you have to follow right after me.

a few days ago, I told dad that I felt sick.

and you just butt in and went “oh yeah, I’ve been feeling sick all day. I feel awful.”

and when I told you that I felt really bad about my body and that I felt way too overweight, you said “yeah, I feel like I’m so fat.”

like, I know you have never been taught differently because dad thinks that there is nothing he can do, but you do not need to be the main focus. Please, let me have my own problems without having to worry about comforting you.

I need you to not get angry the moment something doesn’t go your way or when someone says something you don’t like.

I need you to not blow up at me when I try to call you out on your behavior.

I need you to not scream at me to shut up and leave you alone when I try to talk about your behavior in a calm manner.

I know dad says you just don’t know how to process negative emotions very well, but I really need you to grow up and mature.

because there is only so much of your behavior I can take before I get agitated at you and then I get in trouble for “continuing the argument”

I don’t know how you have gotten away with this for so long. And I don’t understand why you continue to get away with it.

but please stop.

I cannot be around you for extended periods of time.

I feel so guilty for thinking like this.

I feel like I should give you the benefit of the doubt, but I cannot keep doing this to myself

I can’t keep pushing my frustration away because “you don’t know better” but I cannot do anything but bottle my emotions when it comes to you, because you will not allow me to express them.

you should be old enough to let me tell you that this is badly affecting me, but the slightest mention of anything negative that you have done and you yell at me like I’ve lost my mind and I’m suggesting something absurd.

#🌾 #Not me crying as I write this #This is kinda hard on me #It’s making me have bad habits 😚 #womp womp #At this point I have been convinced that I am in the wrong and being unreasonable #Because you are too childish and immature to care about my well-being. #Tw vent #tw rant #Acting like nothing is wrong is the only way for me to cope atp #I don’t know what else to do #Oh yeah #My younger sister is a narcissist if you can’t tell #Not diagnosed by a therapist #But it’s pretty darn clear

[your-stranger-halfblood-things]

TW sh implied

______

Mike's too scared to go swimming when the rest of the Party invites him. He's scared of the others seeing his scars. He's scared that they'll judge him. He doesn't want to deal with that. Instead, he just dips his feet in and watches his friends swim

#tw sh implied #i think its really important that we talk more about mike's mental health and some of the physical results of it #this is not a vent post but more of a post to bring reality to mike's situation #he has bad mental health and probably participates in unsafe coping mechanisms #if you are struggling with sh or any kind of mental health struggle i suggest that you seak help #stranger things #mike wheeler #target audience #byler #the party #will byers #cw sh implied

[malikselfindulgence]

Sorry for the uptick in system stuff Im lowkey struggling and need to see system positivity posts or I'll explode

#malik's rambles #okay i know my ass is gonna vent in tags rn so . tw for that !! #iwill never shut up i missed tumblr tags so much wow #itsnot their fault and like . like i dont want to blame them . but its so isolating being and living this way #ill always be grateful for them and I know its just my brain trying to cope and like !! its not their fault but this sucks so bad like wow #also doesnt help that besides how scared I am and how I just . wanna be normal . I feel like I sound insane to other people #it constantly feels like everyone is laughing at us and is just playing along with our “roleplay thing” because they dont wanna bother #and like !! im trying really really hard to be positive about it and just live as well as I can . all of us are !! but it makes me feel like #ridiculous . it feels like everyone'll laugh and think we're playing pretend. which shouldnt matter people will always be assholes !! #I dunno aough im rantingso hard rn . and masa2 wont share which is fine but imscared and worried and scared and aauahhggggggggg #ik the point of the disorder is to hide memories from me so i can function but like . man this suckss9 bad #okay enough of this . Imgonna watch monsters inc i love monsters inc

[dykefaggotry]

mental health detrimental rn but just in time for me to discover how much I like edibles when I'm home alone. thank god and fuck.

#could NOT be coping without rn it's like anxiety meds but not bad #drugs tw

[salembutnotthecat]

Novemetober (Rescheduled) | Day Six

@monthofsick | day six: post-adrenaline puking

once again, i am revisiting some days i missed because im not feeling the last few prompts at this time.

(also once again these characters originally belonged to @simplysickness but they have given the characters to me)

if you have any requests or questions feel free to send (please send)!

tw emeto, caffeine overload, brief/vague mention of mental health issues, bad coping mechanisms

In the dimly lit garage, the scent of motor oil hung heavy in the air, mingling with the metallic tang of sweat as Xavier tinkered with his bike, his hands deftly maneuvering around the engine with practiced precision. The fluorescent glow of the overhead lights cast sharp shadows across his furrowed brow, accentuating the lines of fatigue etched into his features.

"Hey, Cass," Xavier called out, his voice rough from exhaustion as he glanced over his shoulder to where Cassidy sat on the tabletop of his workbench, leaning against the workbench, concern etched into his features. "Hand me that wrench, would you?"

Cassidy stepped forward, handing over the tool with a gentle touch, his eyes scanning Xavier's face with worry. "You sure you're up for this, Xav? You look like you haven't slept in days."

Xavier chuckled, the sound hollow in the confines of the garage. "Just needing a bit of a distraction lately. Not sure why, maybe with you and Amity being in college, need something to fill my time."

Xavier reached beside him, knocking back the last of the can that Cassidy brought him. Probably much to one of his boyfriends' dismay.

"How many of those have you hit today?" Cassidy asked.

"Three, maybe?" Xavier said, "It's my last one, promise. I'm almost done anyway."

Cassidy's expression softened with understanding, though a flicker of concern still lingered in his gaze. "You've been pushing yourself too hard, Xav. Racing every chance you get. Aren't you supposed to only focus on the circuit?"

"I don't have to," Xavier shrugged, "Besides, the more I race, the better I do on the circuit."

"Yeah, and you look like you haven't slept in days," Cassidy said, "If you don't slow down you'll get yourself sick."

Xavier's shoulders tensed slightly, a defensive edge creeping into his voice. "I can handle it, Cass. I've been doing this for years."

But even as he spoke, a wave of nausea swept over him, a harsh reminder of the toll his rigorous schedule was taking on his body. He swallowed back the bile and the sickening sweetness of the last energy drink he had rising in his throat, his grip tightening on the wrench as he forced himself to focus on the task at hand.

Cassidy reached out, a hand coming to rest on Xavier's shoulder, the touch grounding and reassuring. "Just promise me you'll take it easy after this race, okay? Your health comes first."

Xavier met Cassidy's gaze, a flicker of gratitude softening the exhaustion in his eyes. "I promise," he murmured, the weight of his words heavy in the air between them.

-

Race day dawned with the sky painted in hues of fiery orange and soft pink, the air thick with anticipation and the faint scent of gasoline. Xavier stood at the edge of the track, clad in his racing gear, the vibrant colors of his suit a stark contrast to the pallor of his complexion. Despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins, Xavier felt like maybe, just maybe he did too much in too little of time.

Cassidy stood nearby, a knot of worry twisting in his stomach as he watched Xavier's trembling hands lift another energy drink to his lips, knocking it back like it was a shot of liquor as opposed to an excessive amount of caffeine. The telltale signs of too much caffeine were impossible to miss, the jittery tremors a stark contrast to Xavier's usual steady demeanor. He approached Xavier with a gentle touch, concern etched into every line of his face.

"Xav, maybe you should sit this one out," Cassidy suggested softly, his voice laced with worry. "You're not in any condition to race."

But Xavier's jaw clenched stubbornly, his gaze fixed on the track. "I can't back out now, Cass. I've trained for this, I've worked for this. I can't just give up. I can't let the last month and a half be for nothing."

Cassidy reached out, cupping Xavier's trembling hands in his own. But, it hurt. Or something, Xavier wasn't sure how to explain it.

"I know you want this, Xav," Cassidy murmured, his voice gentle but firm. "But pushing yourself like this, it's not worth risking your health. There will be other races, other opportunities."

But Xavier shook his head, his gaze unwavering as he met Cassidy's eyes with a fierce intensity. "I have to do this, Cass. For me, for us. I need to prove that I can still compete, that I'm not just a has-been."

Cassidy's heart ached at the raw vulnerability in Xavier's words. He wanted nothing more than to wrap Xavier in his arms, to shield him from the relentless pressure weighing him down. And it was all pressure he was putting on himself, Cassidy knew that. But he was putting that pressure on himself as a coping mechanism, Amity explained that many times. Putting race pressure on himself, putting excessive caffeine in his body, it was a coping mechanism to avoid facing his internal struggles. A bad coping mechanism, but a mechanism nonetheless.

"I have to go, race time," Xavier said, knocking back the last of the can he had, handing it over to Cassidy, proving it was empty, making a statement that was the last one.

-

As Xavier crossed the finish line, a surge of triumph surged through his weary body, the deafening roar of the crowd echoing in his ears like a symphony of victory. But as the adrenaline that had propelled him through the race began to fade, a wave of nausea swept over him with crippling intensity.

The world spun around him in a dizzying blur, his vision swimming with dark spots as he fought to keep his balance. He needed to get off the track, for several reasons.

Cassidy's voice cut through the haze of exhaustion, sharp with concern as he rushed to Xavier's side, a hand coming to rest on his quivering shoulder. "Xav, are you okay? You don't look so good."

Xavier swallowed back the bile rising in his throat, the taste of stomach acid and the energy drink a strange mix of sweet and bitter on his tongue as he forced a weak smile, continuing to walk off to the side with his bike, "I'm fine, Cass. Just need a minute to catch my breath, that's all."

But even as he spoke, a violent wave of nausea tore through him, his stomach lurching with agonizing intensity. Xavier staggered to a halt, his hands trembling as he struggled to unclasp the helmet strapped to his head.With a strangled gasp, Xavier ripped off his helmet, the cool air of the racetrack washing over his clammy skin in a welcome relief.

Cassidy's brow furrowed with worry as he watched Xavier's pallor turn ashen, his hands shaking uncontrollably as he clutched at his stomach.

"Xav, you need to sit down," Cassidy insisted, his voice urgent with concern. "You're not okay."

But Xavier waved him off weakly, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep the contents of his churning stomach at bay. "I just... need a moment," he managed to choke out, his voice barely above a whisper.

With a trembling hand, Cassidy reached out, offering Xavier a steadying arm as he guided him to a nearby bench, the cold metal biting into Xavier's aching muscles as he collapsed onto the hard surface. The world spun around him in a dizzying whirl, the sounds of the racetrack fading into a distant haze as darkness threatened to consume him whole.

As Xavier sat on the hard metal bench, the world around him seemed to spin faster and faster, the cacophony of voices and engines blending into a disorienting symphony of chaos. With each passing moment, the relentless grip of nausea tightened its hold on him, a suffocating weight pressing down on his chest.

Cassidy hovered nearby, his features etched with concern as he watched Xavier's condition deteriorate with growing alarm.

"Xav, I told you this would happen," he said softly, his voice tinged with panic as he reached out a hand to steady Xavier's trembling form.

But before Xavier could respond, a violent wave of nausea tore through him, the contents of his stomach rising up with agonizing force. With a strangled gasp, he doubled over, retching violently onto the ground, the bitter taste of bile filling his mouth with every heave.

Disgust and dismay washed over Xavier in a sickening wave as he wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, the acrid stench of vomit lingering in the air like a foul miasma. Shame burned hot in his chest as he glanced up at Cassidy, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"I'm so sorry, Cass," Xavier murmured, his voice thick with self-loathing. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

But Cassidy's expression softened with compassion as he knelt beside Xavier, a hand coming to rest on his trembling shoulder. "Hey, it's okay," he reassured, his voice gentle but firm. "You pushed yourself too hard, that's all. Let's get you home."

With Cassidy's steady support, Xavier struggled to his feet, his legs trembling beneath him as he leaned heavily on his boyfriend for support. The world spun around him in a dizzying blur, the sounds of the racetrack fading into a distant haze as he stumbled toward his bike. The weight of his exhaustion was draggung him down like an anchor in the storm, but he needed to take care of things before they could go.

“Hey, hey,” Cassidy said, “Here. Let me help. And then we really should get you home… and in bed.”

Xavier glanced up at Cassidy, a flicker of gratitude softened the edges of his despair, a reminder that no matter how far he fell, his boyfriend would always be there to lift him back up again.

“I’m sorry,” Xavier said, “Seriously.”

Cassidy nodded, “Yeah, I know. It’s okay…”

#emeto #sickfic #emeto fic #emeto cw #emeto tw #emetophilia #caffeine overdose tw #bad coping mechanisms tw #tw bad coping mechanisms #novemetober 2023 #novemetober rescheduled