tw for abuse (mental and physical) and panic attackswc: 1,150C! PHILZAyou normally don't argue with anyone! in fact, you have a tendency to avoid arguments for the sake of your mental health. and phil was typically a more passive person, so you two had gotten on pretty well.however, one night you're late to come home. like, incredibly late. almost three hours pas the time you normally come home.phil? he's super stressed. from the loss of wilbur, he's grown to be more protective of his family and friends and that includes you. his foot would not stop bouncing and he couldn't help that his head keeps snapping to the clock next to the couch.the front door finally opened and you stumbled inside, looking deliriously tired. phil shoots up off the couch and meets you before you could start heading towards your room."where have you been? i asked techno, ghostbur, and tommy and they all told me they haven't seen you since you entered l'manberg earlier!"you looked down, unsure of what to say. you can't exactly explain what was happening, it would just bring more danger to everyone involved.so you flounder for the words, not looking phil in the eyes as he waited for your reply. and when you just settle for a simple shrug, he feels irritation build in his chest."you're not even gonna tell me?"you steel yourself. you can't let him know. so you look up with a glare and shake your head soundlessly, telling him that you weren't gonna budge. and phil is now officially pissed off.at every attempt he tries to pry an answer out of you, you respond with hostility, practically asking him to just drop it.the fight escalates slowly as you go up the stairs and you turn around just in time as phil gestures passive aggressively at you.you can't hear anything, you can't see anything other than a faint glimpse of a hand hitting you at one point and you crumbled backwards, eyes wide and tearing up."pl-- please don't hit me, i didn't-- i didn't do anything, i swear!"phil recoils backwards at your shriek, watching as you scrambled away from him and into the nearest wall, curling into a ball. "dream, pleas-- please, i promise!"and the sound of a name he was far too familiar with, everything clicks in his head. this has something to do with a certain blonde manipulative mother fucker.he walked forwards softly and crouches in front of you, noticing your tears and the fact that you're shaking so hard he could feel the ground moving slightly. he settles his hand lightly on your knee, shushing you when you jump."i'm here. it's only us, and i will make sure nothing ever hurts you. you're safe with me."he keeps repeating the words, until they finally reach your muddled mind and you begin to breathe softer and slower. after five minutes of him calming you down, you lean into his touch and wipe away your tears.now that he knew you were in the right frame of mind, he didn't hesitate to lunge forward and pull you into a smothering hug. with your head on his shoulder, he tucked his own into your neck and let out tears of relief."please tell me what's going on."how can you say no to that?you spill out that dream has been threatening you, him, and the rest of his family, and has used it to make you fulfill tasks he felt like he didn't want to do. you admitted to the mental and physical abuse, watching phil get more infuriated as you said this.at the end, he pulls you in for hug again and sears that he, tommy, and techno are going to handle this.C! TECHNOBLADEyou and techno are relatively okay with communication, considering he's not too into being super vulnerable with you and you're the same waybut the next few days, you notice that techno wasn't coming home as often as he used to. he would come late at night, covered in blood and just take a shower and go straight to bed.obviously, the first few times, you let him go without confrontation. if he wanted to tell you, he can. you weren't obligated to know everything he does. that's how your trust works.but after almost a week of it, you were growing curious and worried. what could he be doing?one night, you stopped him before he could move up the stairs by grabbing him by the wrist."hey, blade, are you alright? i'm worried about you."he turned around and looked at you, jaw tensing slightly. that was the first sign he was hiding something from you."i'm fine, why?"you weren't just gonna take that for an answer and began to pester him the entire way to your hared bedroom. he would respond in short and choppy answers, shaking his head the entire way.eventually he just snaps out of irritation and whirls around, face contorted angrily."just drop it! fucking drop it, it's none of your business where i go or what i do!"techno was unaware of this, but when he got angry, his body language got extremely aggressive and defensive.so when he turned on you with hunched shoulders and eyes glinting dangerously, you stumbled back so hard that you bashed your elbow into the wall.techno would've gone on with his day had it not been for the fear in your face and how quickly you slid down the wall and cradled your head, with muffled begs of him not to hurt you.he was on knees instantly, awkwardly holding your hands and attempting to ground you and make sure that you were okay. though he was covered in blood, you found comfort in the texture of his hands against yours and slowly eased into his embrace.by the time you could think clearly again, you found your tears being wiped away and techno hunching over you as if he were protecting you from anything and anybody else."i'm so sorry i caused you to react like that." he hums when he sees you in the right state of mind. "i'm so, so sorry."you do your best to comfort him back, telling him it wasn't his fault. that night was when you unloaded past trauma, telling him about an abusive past that you were trying to move away fromhe's never felt guiltier about anything before.techno helps you to stand and you both take a nice, long shower together (mostly to get the blood off of you both but also to make sure you're well cared for) before heading off to bed.once again, techno is curling his entire body around yours protectively and holding you with such an iron grip that you know nothing bad will ever come to you again.
