Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Irritation Pt2☆

Request: SaturnMoon714

TW: overstimulated, extreme meltdown, dissociative behavior, brief s/h, nonverbal shutdown.

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For the past few days, Jake has been irritated lately. And it's been getting worse, and worse. He's been snappy towards Johnnie, and grouchy.

Johnnie didn't understand why Jake was acting like this, and he was starting to get frustrated. He walked into the living room where Jake was sitting on the couch, watching tv.

Soon as Johnnie walked in, Jake abruptly stood up. He walked upstairs, a bit rushed and sorta panicked.

Johnnie watched as Jake rushed upstairs, and he was confused. He followed him up the stairs and walked to his room.

Jake heard Johnnie knock but he didn't answer. He was sitting on his bed, and tugging on his hair.

Johnnie pushed open the door and walked in. He sat down next to Jake on the bed. "Jake? What's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Jake snapped, "Nothing at all, it's fine!" He said, very irritated and snappy.

Johnnie raised an eyebrow, not believing him at all. "You're acting weird, you've been snapping at me all week. I know something's wrong, Jake. You can tell me."

Jake started to hyperventilate and scream at Johnnie, he was crumbling down. He has been trying to hold it in for so long. "AUGHHH!"

Johnnie's eyes widened in surprise and worry. He quickly wrapped his arms around Jake, trying to calm him down. "Jake! Jake, breathe, it's okay. Please, calm down."

Jake pulled back, gripping his hair, his voice sounded all irritated and overstimulated. "This whole week has been going fucking wrong! and I don't understand why! Its stupid, i hate it, i fucking hate it!"

Johnnie's heart ached as he watched Jake break down. He gently took Jake's hands away from his hair, holding them in his own.

"Jake, I know it's been hard, but you can't keep bottling it up like this. You need to talk to me, please. I'm here for you."

Due to his overstimulation, Jake hasn't been able to process his emotions and everything is sporadic and out of control. He is hyperventilating and flapping his hands, trying to stim to help  relax.

Johnnie noticed and he realized that Jake was overstimulated. He gently rubbed his back, trying to soothe him."Hey, it's okay. I understand that you're overwhelmed. Just take deep breaths and try to calm down. I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere."

Suddenly Jake went dead silent. It was so unnerving how quick the punk went quiet.

Johnnie was surprised by the sudden silence, but he didn't let go of Jake. He continued to rub his back, waiting for him to speak.

Jake was beginning to slip into a nonverbal dissociative state. He was staring at the wall, quiet.

Johnnie realized that Jake was slipping into a nonverbal state. He gently cupped his face, turning his head to look at him. "Jake, can you hear me? I need you to nod or shake your head."

Jake was just staring, hardly blinking, hardly moving. His brown eyes are looking passed Johnnie's head.

Johnnie's worry increased as he saw the glazed look in Jake's eyes. He gently ran his thumb over Jake's cheek. "Okay, I'm going to assume that you can't speak right now. But I'm going to keep talking, okay? Just listen to my voice."

Jake just blinked in response, a slow and steady blink. His eyes are somewhat glossed with tears.

Johnnie noticed the tears in Jake's eyes and his heart ached even more. He gently wiped away the tears with his thumb, still talking to him.