Skephalo fluffed

˗ˏˋ Storm go away'ˎ˗

TW: Astraphobia, self-deprecation, panic attack and slight angst. If you are alright with all of this you may continue.

(Also, this is written platonically but can be read romantically.)

Skeppy p.o.v

‘I am pathetic.’ ‘I am hiding in my room due to such a dumb fear.’ I am currently hiding under my blanket on my bed. I can feel myself shaking, but I can’t control it. I sob till my eyes hurt, and my brain is fuzzy. The only thing I can hear is thunder striking.

My mind kept repeating words, such as, “Hah, you are such a scaredy-cat!” and “You are stupid and making a fool of yourself.” I thought myself to believe those words, but it only affected my heart worse. It hurt like hell.

‘I wish Bad was here to stop the pain I feel, but he is outside, buying groceries, and not here, with me…’ ‘I couldn’t breathe, am I dying?’ I don’t want to die. I just kept sobbing and degrading myself, and the worst thing, is I can’t even control it!

Every time I try to stop, I sob harder, and I can’t take it. Then, “BANG” a lightning strike again. This time it was louder. I flinched at the noise and went silent for a second, before bursting into tears again.

‘Bad has to deal with my fears, I am such a burden…’ I thought.

Suddenly, my door flew open, and I heard footsteps rushing towards me before the weight of the blanket above me was lifted. I shivered at the sudden change of temperature before I was enveloped in a warm embrace. (Ha-ha, bad is here to comfort his muffin head.)

I swallowed my saliva and held my breath to stop myself from sobbing so loudly. I knew it was Bad that was holding me, and that thought comforted me, but I was still shaking and frightened, He had a death grip over me and shushed me with his voice.

His presence helped calm me down and in a matter of minutes my tears stopped flowing, but my breathing was still shaky and breathy. He started rubbing his hand up and down my back before laying us both down on the bed slowly.

“I’m sorry.” I suddenly spoke. Bad looked at me confused and worriedly, “Why are you apologizing muffin?” I was quiet for a second trying to find the most suitable excuse, before deciding to tell the truth, “I feel as though I burden you with my dumb phobia.” I confessed.

This just made him look even more concerned, “Skeppy, listen to me, you will never be a burden to me okay?”

Deep down I believed him, so I replied, “Okay Bad.” Finally, we were both at bay and the storm went away. We both fell asleep comfortably in each other’s arms.