Info: y/n has a panic attack after feeling insecure and Tig comes home to help.
Warnings: talk of self loathing, self-harm
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Tig came home, ready to fall into her arms. But she wasn't around when he walked inside. The house was dark and filled with silence. His heart beat sped up seeing that. Y/n always had the lights on, at least one. She also always had some sound, tv or radio or something going on. She didn't like the silence, that meant she'd be alone with her own thoughts. Get too deep in there and lose herself.
Y/n was upstairs, sitting on the floor. She was rocking and sobbing uncontrollably. She was absolutely disgusted with herself, feeling like she was nothing. She was itching to be out of her skin, clawing at her arms and legs wishing this wasn't her body. This couldn't be the woman he fell in love with. Not this, not this.
It was silent in the house and she knew it. She did it on purpose, almost wanting to get this low. She had a bad day and already wasn't feeling her greatest. She almost craved this low, horrible feeling. She put herself here but couldn't crawl herself out of it. Her breathing was rapid and the crying didn't help.
Tig walked into their room apprehensively. He was trying to prepare himself for whatever could be behind that door ; her dead, an intruder, or just her asleep. He only saw the top of her head peeking out from behind the bed. As he walked in farther he saw the state she was in. He had been here with her before a few times.
She hated when he saw her like this.
He dropped to his knees, grasping her wrists in his hands and pulled them into her. He almost made her hug herself in his arms. He was behind her, holding her firmly against him.
"Breathe, doll, come on" he whispered into her ear, his eyes closed as he pressed his face to the side of hers.
She followed his directions, taking a deep breath in and out. Feeling herself calm as she went, the rocking stopped and so did the crying. He held her until she was completely relaxed.
"What happened, baby?" He asked her with worried eyes.
She turned in his arms to face him. He looked at her, the scratches lined her arms and legs and a few on her face. Her hair was frizzed and messy.
"I-I don't know, Tig, it just did," she sighed "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you see that"
"Stop, I don't mind. I get that you don't see what I see in you but know what I see is pure beauty. I'm not goin anywhere anytime soon, baby. I'm here for you" he mumbled as he pressed his forehead to hers.
"I love you, Tig" she whispered and pressed her lips to his.
It was as if that kiss transferred his feelings to her. That kiss made her feel beautiful again and she was so grateful for it, grateful for him.
