Hazbin x Reader one-shots (Closed)

Panic

You had a bad habit of pulling out some of your hair when you were nervous or paranoid. Which you were almost always paranoid about something. Baxter did his best to help your nerves stay at ease, since pulling out your hair looked like it hurt. 

Today was one of those worse days, you were sitting in the recliner in the corner of Baxter's work space. You liked watching him work on his chemicals and experiments. You were tugging on your hair at times, out of habit while you were watching him.

Your mind started to wonder off in places you didn't like. It started over thinking about his experiments and how they could go horribly wrong at any moment. Maybe he knows that danger to but continues anyway. 

Eventually it got to the point of you pulling more hair of your hair out, way more than normal and you were tearing up and curling into a ball on the recliner.

Baxter looks at you to see how you were doing, but upon seeing your state, his small smile disappeared and he went straight to you, taking off his gloves and holding your wrists so you would stop pulling on your hair.

You look at your hands, now gripping clumps of (H/c) hair, your mind still racing and panicking. You were trembling, tears running down your face. You hated th fact you would have frequent panic attacks but its not something you can help from doing.

He picked you up and sat you in his lap, one of his hands holding your wrists so you wouldn't pull at your hair anymore.

"(Y-Y/n), what's wrong?" He asked calmly, petting your hair. You stayed silent, your breathing was ragged and uneven. 

"Remember what you and Charlie did in the garden?" He asked. He was probably referring to the breathing exercise you and her did to help you calm down from an episode. You nod, barely.

He counted softly to you, and you did your best to match your breathing to the numbers. It was difficult at first, but it got easier over time. Baxter's smile started returning once he saw you start calming down.

Your thoughts weren't a screaming mess anymore, at least for now. It's just empty with a soft ringing to occupy the silence. Baxter held you in his arms and you both just sat there peacefully.

Eventually, you fell asleep wrapped up in his arms, the exhaustion taking over. He smiles at how peaceful you looked while you were sleeping. He took the clumps of hair from your relaxed hands and threw them in the nearby trash. 

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Part one of falafelwaffelYEET's request with the Trichotellomaniac reader!
Hope you all enjoy <3