SkepHalo Collection Book

tell me that you're alright [AF]

| i was just listening to music aaaand

Warnings: panic attacks, self destructive behavior
Type: Angst/Fluff

Enjoy..? |

Skeppy just wanted to get ready for bed.

He had been in the kitchen for a glass of water, eyes heavy and body fatigued. He yawned, a thought crawling around his mind.

He couldn't remember what it was, but it made his hands clammy and had him shaking his head like it was an Etch-A-Sketch.

He brought a shaky hand up to stop the flow of the tap. Why was he shaking?

His mouth felt dryer than it had before he came into the kitchen.

Skeppy felt hot. It was similar to the heat you get from embarrassment. What was happening? He blunk, and suddenly the glass was in the sink, shattered.

His throat burned and his heart palpitated. His breathing had become irregular. He heard more of the thoughts, they were louder and meaner but he still didn't know what they were saying. All be knew was that they hurt.

He backed up from the sink, tripping over his own feet and falling to the ground. He didn't bother getting up, instead opting for leaning against the fridge with his knees up to his chest.

He shook and tried to steady his breathing. Everything felt like it moved in a blur. His hands coming up to tug at his shirt, them covering his face, a fist hitting his knee.

His voice was strangled as he yelled for his roommate. He needed something to ground him. "B-ad.. Baad..." He sucked in a breath, he knew he was quiet. He might as well have not been talking. His voice was strained, almost gone.

It burned as he yelled. "Bad!" His voice cracked but it was louder. "Bad! Please!"

He leaned his head back against the fridge, hands pulling at his shirt. He felt too caged in. Like he needed to run but his legs couldn't hold him up even if he wanted them to.

He heard thudding footsteps. Bad rounded the corner, worry all over his face. Skeppy's bottom lip quivered and he felt like crying, though he knew he wouldn't. He wasn't the type to cry often.

Bad was now kneeled in front of him, holding his hands so he couldn't hurt himself. He was talking, but Skeppy couldn't understand him. He could hear him, but nothing made sense.

Skeppy's shaky hands forced themselves out of Bad's and clung to his gray pajama shirt. One of Bad's hands held onto his wrists and the other grabbed his chin.

"--py! -keppy! Skeppy!!" He could understand him now. "Skeppy breathe! Can you look at me? Can you hear me?" Skeppy nodded.

He stared into Bad's eyes. Everything stilled from the blurry state it had been in before.

"Ok. Ok look around. Try to tell me five things you can see."

Skeppy looked around.

One. A towel hanging from the oven handle.

Two. The clock hung beside the plate cabinet.

Three. His mismatched socks. One had a hole in it.

Four. The aloe plant in the window above the sink.

Five. Bad's green eyes, flooded with concern and gentle patience.

"Ok now breathe. Five in, hold, eight out." Skeppy nodded.

Five in. His fingers drummed against Bad's collarbone as he counted. Hold. He counted down from five. And eight out.

He did this until his heart started beating normally, Bad reassuring him the whole time.

He was still shaking, but at least he was coherent. "Can you talk? Ah oh uhm... I mean.. do you want to?" Skeppy nodded again.

"What happened?"

"I- I don't know uhm... fuck I- I'm sorry I just I didn't- I was scared I don't know what happened I just needed you I was so scared sorry fuck.."

Bad sighed in relief. He moved Skeppy's hands and pulled the younger into a hug. Skeppy buried his face into Bad's shoulder, breathing in the scent on his shirt. Bad rubbed comforting shapes into Skeppy's back, helping the shaking a little.

"It's ok. You're ok. You just had a panic attack it's ok it happens."

"I- I just.. I just wanted water and then I was on the floor I was scared and I couldn't breathe and-"

"Skeppy hush." Bad lifted Skeppy off him so they could face each other.

"Try not to think about it, ok? You're probably carrying a lot on your plate right now and that's what triggered it. All that matters now is that you're alright. Ok?"

Skeppy nodded.

"Say it back. Tell me you're ok."

"I-I'm ok." Bad smiled. "You're ok." Bad cupped Skeppy's face and Skeppy leaned into the touch.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed." Bad helped Skeppy off the floor, as he was still wobbly.

"...I broke a glass, by the way."

"What?! Are you ok?!" Bad started checking Skeppy for cuts or any injuries. Skeppy shoved his prodding hands away, nose scrunched.

"I'm fine. Just thought I'd tell you."

Bad sighed with relief. "Ok. It's just a glass anyway. I'm glad you're alright." Bad smiled.

"Now, let's go put you to bed. You're probably tired." Skeppy yawned in agreement. He was exhausted.

"Can we cuddle?"

"Oh my goodness.." Bad chuckled. "Fine. Just tonight though."

"Fine with me."

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Dudududududu hello :3
I was listening to Motion City Soundtrack and thought this would be a good idea. Or not. Depends on who you are.
And we're on chapter 20!! Big pogs :D
Uhhh Skeppy's panic attack was based on my own experiences just so we're clear.
Word count: 928