My love for you - Kuza x Josh

Chapter two - Meltdowns

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Hi again! Welcome to chapter two. This features an autistic meltdown so if this is an issue/triggering for you, you have been warned. Also there will also be more extreme meltdowns in this story too. Please enjoy it!! - Achilles 🥀
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Kuza POV:

After our little date at the park, Josh had been acting a little off. Sometimes he was semi verbal, but he hasn't said a word for hours. We had gone back to my place to just relax. 'Josh, honey, what's wrong?'

He shook his head. I furrowed my brow. 'I can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong.' I reasoned. He just shook his head again. I bit my lip slightly. 'Please baby. I want to help you.' He tried to open his mouth to speak, but tears started to fall instead. I reached to give him a hug, but he quickly pushed me away.

I understood immediately what he meant by that. Something had triggered him, and sent him into sensory overload. When Josh goes into sensory overload, it often triggers an entire meltdown. ( I don't know if this happens to other autistic people, but it does to me, and I'm basing this off of my personal experience.)I keep a box in my living room of some sensory stuff and noise-cancelling headphones for him. I got his headphones and he took them off me and put them on. He was rocking back and forth, his head on his knees. He pulled the blanket around his body tighter, and continued to cry.

I shut the curtains, making it darker, to help him relax. It's difficult to do anything for him when he's having a meltdown, because he refuses help. He's afraid that it'll make him feel worse. In the past, Josh has had several abusive and manipulative ex's. He didn't deserve that at all. They treated him badly because he was autistic, or a little, and hated that he had issues doing certain things. It's especially awful considering that they knew what they were getting into. They were just all jerks. It's not his fault.

It's also difficult because I'm still getting used to dealing with Josh's meltdowns and sensory issues. I'm trying so hard to help him though, and Josh knows that. No-one teaches you what to do when your 26 year old boyfriend is having a massive meltdown due to sensory overload. I'm learning more though, so I can help him better. I passed him the box which had all his sensory toys in, in case he wanted some of them.

He didn't even glance at the box, his head was still pressed to his knees, blanket around his body. I feel so bad for him, but Josh said that he just needs quiet and time to calm down. I sat silently and watched Josh as he rocked back and forth. He had now lifted his head a bit, but other than that, his position was unchanged. His tears had stopped though, which is good. This isn't the worst I've seen him, but it's still just so horrible to see him in such an uncomfortable position, and not really be able to do anything, you know?

I heard Josh sniff a bit. 'Mikey..'

I turned to face him straight away. 'Yeah?' I asked softly. 'Wan.. cuddles.' I nodded and sat down next to him. I wrapped my arms around his waist and held him tightly. Josh swayed in my arms slightly, comforting himself. He seemed to be regressed, which made sense after something traumatic like a meltdown.

'Can I- can I pwease have a drink?'

'If course baby. What do you want, milk, juice or water?'

'Milk..'

'Ok. I'll get it for you now. That means you're gonna have to let go of me.

He growled cutely. 'Nu.'

I sighed and stood up, picking him up and placing him on my hip. I slid one arm under his butt and carried him with me into the kitchen. 'Sit.' I told him, putting him on the side. He obeyed, swinging his legs as he sat there. I opened the cupboard and grabbed a sippy cup. As soon as Josh accepted an invitation to a first date, I bought some from the store. I knew he was a little when I met him.

I took off the lid and poured some milk in the cup. I screwed the lid on tightly and gave it to him. 'Tank you, Dada.'

'Dada?' I questioned.

'Ya.' He mumbled, his lips partially pressed to his cup. I watched as he took a sip. He's so cute when he's little. I've never seen him like this. I mean like I've seen him have meltdowns, and I've tried my best to help him through it, but he's never regressed after. I'm guessing that because we both told each other about it, his little self feels more comfortable around me. I really care for him. I'm glad that he feels comfortable enough to show me this.

'Dada.'

'Yes kitty?'

'M bored..' he grumbled.

'Well what do you want to do?' I asked. I don't have a lot of stuff he could play with, but I've got a colouring book somewhere and I have some Pokémon build-a-bears in my room, (not at all me flexing my Pokémon build-a-bears on you) but that's about it. 'Play!!' I grinned and booped his cute lil nose.

'I have some Pokémon stuffies in my room?'

'Ya!' He was flapping his hands cutely. It's one of the ways he stims. (I actually do this, and it's super uncomfy to do in public because people stare and ugh.) He accidentally whacked me on the arm. 'I'm sowwy dada..' Josh murmured, tears forming in his eyes.'

'It's ok sweetie. Let's go get the stuffies, yeah?' Josh nodded. I picked him up on my hip again and carried him up to my bedroom. I opened the door and placed Josh on the bed. He laid back, stretching his arms out, still gripping his sippy cup. I keep them on a shelf above my door. I have eevee, vaporeon and jolteon.

I handed eevee to Josh. He cuddled it tightly. 'Thought you wanted to play baby boy?'

'Too seepy.' I heard him mumble through the toy. I nodded.

'Wanna cuddle daddy under the blankets?' I asked him. Josh smiled sleepily. I unfolded the covers and slid in. Josh finished his milk and, still holding eevee, climbed in next to me. He rested his head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around his torso, holding him tight to me. I just never want to let go of him. I kissed the top of his head as his body went limp, signalling that he was now asleep. I slipped a few seconds later, and we were both asleep.

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Thanks for reading cutie 🖤 please swing by for the next chapter!! Don't forget to vote and comment. If you want, but like no pressure
- Achilles 🥀

Word count - 1179 words
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