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Oscar Isaac Characters x Reader with Tics HCs

Pairing: Multiple Oscar Isaac characters (Steven Grant, Jake Lockley, Marc Spector, Nathan Bateman, Richard Muñoz, Anselm Vogelweide, Miguel O'Hara) x GN reader with tics. Request: Oscar Isaac characters helping reader on a bad tic day? Word count: 2.6K Dividers by: @saradika-graphics Warnings: Mentions of tic attacks and injuries, no physical descriptions, reader has tics but no specific tics disorder. Tried to keep this fluffy. Not proofread! A/N: Thank you for this request and for sharing your experiences with me! I hope you and everyone else enjoy it. Dear Americans, I used an english word and candy not sweets! (that's why it's in caps!) Comments and reblogs are appreciated!🫶 More disabled reader fics.

Steven Grant

Steven’s always patient and gentle and he’s been that exact compassionate way whenever you’ve had tic attacks, he’s there for you and doesn’t put more attention or pressure on you when it happens. He’s never made you feel bad or embarrassed about having tic attacks or when you’d have clapping your hands or clicking your fingers in public, he’ll only bring attention to it to check in on you when you look uncomfortable, in pain or he can tell you’re having a tic attack. Steven tries really hard to understand what’s like for you and how to best support you, he’s never seen it as a chore or a burden, it’s just one of his many acts of love.

When you’re having a tic attack he’s immediately at your side, his eyes flicker around to see if there’s anything you’ll injure yourself on. Steven then moves things around a bit frantically and helps you however he can and in ways that you can communicate in the moment or have talked about in the past. Steven tries to use distractions as a way to provide some relief and break the tic attack. He’ll start gently asking you questions about your day, he’ll tell you about the newest facts he’s learnt and books he’s read about ancient Egypt.

He keeps a container stocked to the brim with different fidget toys and he’ll get them out to help distract you and hopefully help break a tic and prevent you from hurting yourself. He has chewable fidget toys for tics involving biting or teeth grinding, ones for you to squeeze and hold in your hands to try and help with the motor tics in your hands and arms. Steven does everything he can to give you some kind of sensory and mental distraction to try and help while you’re going through an attack. Afterwards he’s more than happy to make you a cup of tea with some biscuits and bring all your favourite snacks to cuddle in bed. He’ll also keep the container of fidget toys nearby and he’ll fidget with them as well as you rest and share snacks.

Richard Muñoz

Richard was your sweet neighbour, you’d seen him walking his cute little dog Bianca before and had done the neighbourly thing of waving to each other when you saw each other in your driveways. Neighbourly things, but you hadn’t interacted for a real conversation or anything like that until one day you’d been having a terrible day. You’d had constant physical tics, your body was in pain and all your muscles ached. You’d been coming home and you had to stop and sit in your front yard right by the driveway and take deep breaths. One breath in, another out, you tried to focus on your breathing in order to not think about how you felt like you were going to collapse. You squeezed your eyes shut as your arm waved out and your shoulder spasmed.

Richard had noticed you being outside, he hadn’t seen you just sit down like that before and as he looked closer he couldn’t help but see the discomfort in your face. Richard will debate for a moment if he should approach or not because of his anxiety. But he’ll decide to pop out to check on you, Richard will come outside and ask how you are.

As your body shudders and his eyes widen a little you try to explain as quickly as you can with the few words you can speak. Richard’s an empathetic person and he’s used to stressful situations because of his work environment. He crouches down and asks if you’d like him to stay. You shudder again and give a small nod seconds before your neck painfully spasms.

Richard sits with you the whole time, he’s great at being a calm presence, you’ll quickly learn. After your tic attack has finished he insists on you going next door to him so he can cook for you so you can get some good nutrition and soul food and have someone around in case you need it.

It’s not long before you know Richard well and get together. He’s a calm, supportive presence during all tic attacks and he listens to you talk about your tics and what the attacks are like. After you’ve had tic attacks, Bianca will sit in your lap as a fluffy weighted blanket if you’re feeling up for it and if not she’ll sit near you in silent support. Her and Richard have both become big fans of you.

He makes you his favourite meals and he’ll sit with you and play telenovelas on his television while you sit on the couch. It’s a nice distraction and he’ll explain the elaborate plots of past episodes and seasons you’ve missed while you watch, his eyes get wide and light up each time he does. You give him just as much comfort as he gives you, if not more.

Jake Lockley

His brow immediately furrows in concern as he sees you. He worries that you’re having a bad tic day because of stress and he’s a man of action. He wants to be practical with his support while also pampering you and making everything that he can easier for you. Everything.

As he tries to help you lay down without getting in your way or putting too much pressure on you, he moves the bedding around in order to create a soft cosy nest in the bed with blankets and pillows for you to rest in but he carefully arranges everything to make sure that nothing could end up as some choking or injury hazard. Jake’s listened to you speak about your lived experiences and been around long enough to know that fatigue makes your tics worse and that having tic attacks is also extremely physically and emotionally exhausting.

Jake hopes that some rest might help ease up the tics and that if you’re more comfortable it’ll make it easier to feel better. Jake also knows that this is much safer than being on the couch or sitting down somewhere, your muscles are seizing up and spasming, he’s not going to have you fall or injure yourself.

“Ay, mi vida…” Jake softly whispers as he watches you, he gently caresses your trembling arm with a feather light touch as your neck jerks to the left.

It hurt, it really did. It was sore and you already knew that because of the pain and deep ache in your neck from all the neck spasming and head jerking from this tic attack, that you’d feel the pain and then be reminded of the tic attack and it would come back later.

“Just take some nice breaths for me, amor… It’s okay. It’ll pass.” Jake whispers softly, his voice is so gentle as he watches you and he keeps gently caressing your arm as you lay there in bed. You try to take some deep breaths, to regulate your system to the best of your ability.

After one of the longest 30 something minutes in your life, the tic attacks ends and you close your eyes, inhaling a deep shuddery breath before you open them and he looks at you smiling. You give him a small smile when you can manage it. Jake spends the rest of the night pampering you in bed and encouraging you to rest.

Nathan Bateman

You were sitting on the floor in one of the many living room-esque spaces in the secluded compound, the only air your body would let you breathe in were short quick breaths, the air never making its way all the way down and you knew it was just adding to the stress.

You’d been grunting for a few minutes and your jaw ached, it would be no surprise if a bruise appeared over the next day. It wouldn’t be your first and it wouldn’t be your last. A motor tic attack had come on and you’d been punching yourself. You felt woozy as it came on and knew it was best to sit down. As your muscles spasmed and ached you felt like you were going to collapse. At least Nathan had plush carpet installed in this room, it made it feel the tiniest bit safer than if this attack had started in one of the more colder parts of the compound.

That was how Nathan found you, sitting on the floor, tense, teary eyed and witnessing you just punch yourself. Nathan’s eyes widened and his brows shot up higher in concern. He could tell you were having a tic attack and a more harmful one. Nathan was a certified genius with all the headlines and degrees to prove it, when he’d met you and you’d told him about your tics and what that looked like for you. He nodded, mentally noting down each word you’d said. Nathan had then read every peer-reviewed journal article to ever been published and was impressively educated on tics now. He still let you lead how you wanted to go about things though.

Nathan pulls some of the cushions off of the sofa nearby and puts them around you to try and help alleviate some of the physical and emotional stress your body is going through. He gives you space though, knowing that any physical touch or hovering just wouldn’t help right now. After a moment he leans back on his heels and then speaks to the impressive system built into the house and your favourite song starts to play. He hums quietly to it as a low stakes distraction.

“Just some nice deep breaths for me, love,” he says gently and looks at you earnestly. The tone is too gentle for his usual arrogance, it’s moments like this you remember he’s human, just another AI humanoid in a closet.

You take some breaths, slowly your body starts to relax and you feel better. Nathan picks you up to lay you on the couch, he kisses your forehead and then goes to the kitchen for a brief moment.

“Here, your blood sugar is probably low and your brain- nevermind, just eat.” He says once he’s back and places a tall glass of juice down on the glass coffee table and a bowl of CANDY near you.

Nathan then sits down at the end of the sofa, placing a comfortable cushion onto his lap for you to rest your head on and a fuzzy, warm blanket over you as he caresses your cheek gently.

Anselm Vogelweide

Your body had been spasming, you didn’t know how long it had been going on for but one spasm on its own was terrible, let alone feeling your muscles tense and then untense before tensing up again for at least minutes. Your body wasn’t giving you any respite as this happened. “Oh my sweet, dear.” Anselm says as he walks into the bedroom and sees you in bed like this, your muscles spasming and your face coloured in discomfort.

Anselm doesn’t touch you during your tic attacks, especially when you’re experiencing muscle spasms but he’ll always stay nearby and wait. Watching, he grimaces whenever he sees you in pain, due to his long history of chronic pain he understands the physical toll this takes on your body and he takes it seriously. He’ll stay with you and support you however he can, he’ll softly speak about his latest winnings and some business that’s definitely all legal. He’ll communicate with you on what you need based on what you’ve talked about in the past and what’s manageable for you during each tic attack, whether it’s you speaking, or nodding or moving a finger.

Afterwards, you’ll lie in bed and he’ll offer to gently massage any limb that’s sore from your spasms and if you want acupuncture or a more professional massage therapist than him, he’ll have some renowned practitioner (that he’ll have a unique connection to) at the estate before you can blink.

“Oh my dear, whatever you need is yours. Always.” Is what he’ll say to whatever you need and then his staff will come in with water, your favourite drinks and snacks so you can rest, eat, and hydrate to replenish any spoons you’ve lost.

Miguel O'Hara

Miguel’s done plenty of research on tics, he’s listened to every word you utter and experience you’ve shared and then read thousands and thousands of journal articles and textbooks. Technically speaking, he knows more than any of your doctors but you won’t tell them that.

Miguel immediately knelt down as he went over to see you. He had noticed that you’d been snapping your fingers often earlier that day but here you were, shaking and snapping your fingers and squeezing your eyes shut. His red eyes focus on you as he thinks, he quickly leaps over to a desk and finds a stress ball and a first aid kit. He gives you a stress ball to try holding, hoping it’ll help with your tic.

It’s not easy to hold but it’s helping a little, as it slows down slightly he asks if he can try putting band-aids onto your fingers, you’d both talked about it before. You shudder and give a small nod, with Miguel’s extra-human gifts he does it in a blink of an eye, quicker than humanly possible and with so much ease you barely notice. Something for the better and something that’ll hopefully help with preventing your fingers and hands from getting raw and sore.

Miguel has Lyla play a breathing exercise audio that’s been tailored just for you to help you focus and regulate your breathing to help with the tic attack. After your tic attack is finally over, Miguel has your blood pressure and other vitals checked and then gives you a tall glass of water and electrolytes to drink. Miguel then has your favourite sweet treats and snacks high in sodium and other nutrients his research has told him is useful. Miguel will then sit with you on his lap and have your favourite film playing.

Marc Spector

Marc is someone who has had to do a lot of learning but he’s been willing to nonetheless. When he sees you in a tic attack that can be quite harmful to yourself, he has to pause for a moment and remind himself that ‘stopping’ the tic won’t make it go away or any easier for you. And that while it’s uncomfortable for him to see you in this type of pain and distress, it’s a million times worse for him than it is for you.

If you’re banging your head or arms against a hard surface he won’t ever try to restrain you, instead he’ll go and get pillows to put it between you and the surface to soften the impact. Marc will quickly check for any safety risks like sharp and hard objects and surfaces and he’ll help you move if needed. He’ll stay with you but he’ll give you space because he knows that’s important, he doesn’t want to add more to what you’re going through, he won’t hover or pester but instead support you however he can with what helps and what you can consent to right now and have agreed to in the past.

Marc will get you water and snacks during and after, he’ll give you cuddles and any kind of physical touch you’re okay with and want afterwards. He’ll get heat pads and gels ready for any sore muscles and keep quietly handing you glasses of water before you spend the night cuddling in all those comfy pillows and cosy blankets.

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monowritestoomuch · 30 days ago

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YuuriVoice Characters Reacting To You Having A Tic Spasm/Tic Attack:

Notes:

I wish there were VA’s doing tic attack comfort audios, but I can never find any :(

I lowkey forgot what Faust calls his listener so someone please let me know in comments or reblogs. Also made a masterlist!

I wrote this because I actually want decent representation for tics in the modern day but sadly Hollywood sucks so might as well do it myself, as someone with tics. This took a really long time! If you have any questions, feel free to ask in the comments or reblogs!

And if you’re bald, I formally apologize.

Also, I’ve been super busy with a cosplay so this would’ve been done sooner but I’ve been busy so sue me. If I mix tenses, I tried, okay? Enjoy this as my ability to write and post is about to go down the drain.

Alphonse🍬:

Tic Spasm & Large Scale Tic Attack

You were laying on your bed in the morning, having just woken up. You were groggy and stiff. That’s all you thought you were. Stiff.

Alphonse lay by your side, sleeping soundly. He seemed to be so peaceful while he slept, a gentle smile creeping onto your face as you looked at his beautiful own, bathed in the morning light.

You try to sit up, which would have been easy. Simple and easy, if it was a normal morning.

You feel your muscles convulse and stiffen, panic overcoming you. You fall back on your mattress, head hitting your pillow. You start to shake as your tics overcome your body, vision blurring. Your neck started to twitch and snap in multiple directions, as your back froze up, shaking.

You felt movement beside you, and a hand on your bicep, shaking you lightly. You could slightly hear a voice, but your hearing was going in and out, eyes shaking side to side and up and down.

Your vision hazed back in as you turned your head to face. . .your loving boyfriend, brows knitted with a concerned expression on his face.

“Hey, hey, Boo,” he said softly, cradling your arm. “You can hear me now, right? Yeah, yeah?” To that, you nodded.

“The ticking thing you told me about? Tourette's? Tic spasm, right?” he asked, lips downturned as you attempted to nod before your neck snapped in the other direction. “Okay, okay. I get it you can’t really talk right now, so just try and breathe, like you usually do,” he attempted to reassure. “Deep breaths, okay. Here, I’ll breathe with you, okay?”

The two of you took deep breaths, yours much shakier than his own as your body slowly stopped ticcing and shaking. Once it stopped completely, he spoke up again.

“You feelin’ better, Boo?” he asked, an empathetic expression on his face. “Can I hug you?” he asked after you nodded in response to the previous question. He wrapped you in his arms, his lips in your hair, kissing the top of your head as he cradled you.

Seth🐺:

Collapsing/Wooziness with tic attacks (Cuddle comforting)

It was a normal day at your house, unpacking some old boxes with Seth’s help, which you very much appreciated. The two of you had cleared out so many boxes within the past few hours and it was going smoothly.

That was until you started to feel a little woozy.

You’d had a slight headache for an hour at that point, and because it was dull, you didn’t think much of it when it started, but it only became worse.

A chill crawled up your spine as you picked up the next cardboard box, Seth carrying two boxes to the opposite side of the room.

Your head was swimming and your back was tingling. Your chest felt heavy. You shakily set down the box, although the weight wasn’t heavy, you felt yourself shaking. You felt slightly lighter when you put it down, deciding to sit down on the floor, resting your head against the wall, the coolness feeling like heaven on your forehead.

Your head was still spinning as Seth slowly walked over, kneeling in front of you and looking you in the eyes as you twitched, head spinning. You looked up to face him, a pained expression on your face, seeing a concerned expression on his.

“You okay, Sugar?” he asked, concern etching his features. You nodded absentmindedly, humming in response.

“‘m ‘bit dizzy,” you muttered dizzily. “-felt like collapsing.”

Seth nodded, still evidently concerned. “You want me to get you some water?” he asked.

“Mhm,” you hummed. He kissed your brow, leaving the room briefly, before returning a few minutes later with a cup of ice water.

He held it in front of you, handing it to you, your hands shaking as you held the glass up to your lips. He held his hands under the glass, just in case you dropped it. “Sip slowly,” he ordered, not sounding like much of an order, but more of an educated ask.

You drank the water in gulps, the coolness of it a pleasant relief on your headache and chest.

You had but a moment to set down the glass before your body started shaking harder and you forced yourself to swallow the last gulp of water before you started twitching uncontrollably.

Seth backed up a foot, deciding to give you some space, as he knew you hated to be cramped.

He held his hands in your own, rubbing his thumbs over the backs of your hands. You didn’t understand why, but it helped, your ticcing calming down, albeit only slightly.

He sat next to you, you placing your head on his shoulder as your shaking continued, legs outstretched.

Once the shaking slowed and your breathing returned to a semi-normal state, he started to rub your back slowly, pressing a kiss into your hair. His hands were big and warm, a feeling of calmness washing over you.

“You feel a bit better now, Sugar?” he asked, concern still evident in his face.

“Yeah,” you responded, speech still slightly slurred. “Less dizzy.”

“Good,” he answered, wrapping his arms around you, as if to both comfort you and himself. “I want you to be safe and happy, and I wish I could fix this whole thing and make it go away for you, but I can’t and I’m sorry,” he apologized.

“It’s not your fault,” you responded almost instantly. “I’ve had this for a long time now, I know how to work around it, it just sometimes gets the better of me and–” you pause. “-sometimes I need to rest in someone’s big, strong arms,” you attempt to joke.

Seth doesn’t laugh, but a small, gentle smile appears on his face. He kisses you on the cheek, laying down with you on the hardwood floor and cuddling with you until you felt well enough to stand up again.

Auron🩸:

Vocal and physical tic attack

Auron had been wondering where you were, as you weren’t in your cubicle in the law department and your co-workers had reported to have not seen you for over an hour, which concerned him.

He walked past the breakroom, seeing you inside, shaking on one of the chairs. He could hear your rapid breathing and could see the panicked expression in your eyes.

Your left hand was over your chest, your left hand practically tearing your hair out. Your pupils were blown wide and you were twitching every few seconds.

You knew it got bad, but never this bad.

Auron sped into the breakroom, and right up to where you sat.

“What’s going on?” he asked, hands in front of him, unsure whether he should touch you.

“T-wooooo-t-tic attack–” you attempt to say, stuttering and ticcing between words. “-’m sorry boss, I’ll get back to work soon, I just ‘ave to–”

“No, absolutely not,” he interrupted, shutting you down. “You are shaking, Rook,” he started. “And you can barely speak.”

Your cheeks turned red with embarrassment as you looked down, still shaking.

He sighed. “You said that it would be this bad during the interview, and on your file, but-” he paused. “-I didn’t think it would hurt you.”

“It doesn’t hurt,” You responded quickly, fist waving wildly around you, trying to be cautious as to not hit your boss. “Just,” you pause, your voice cracking as you repeat the word. “-tense, just tense.”

Auron frowned at you, seemingly not believing in your explanations. “You’re panicking too, you know.”

You had noticed your breathing speeding up and becoming rapid and inconsistent.

“Sorry,” you apologized. Auron’s frown deepened.

“Would you,” he paused, not knowing if it would help, or if it would make your ticcing worse. “Can I hug you?” he blurted out, eyes looking anywhere but yours.

Your back was tense as you remembered how nice his hands felt when you two would spend nights together. Although he seemed tough, his large, warm hands would rub your back, sending you to a realm of comfort and sleepiness.

You thought for a moment before attempting a nod before your neck snapped in the other direction, continuing to twitch.

He sat in the chair beside you, wrapping his muscular arms around you, his hands on your back, tracing shapes into it.

You were sent into a sense of calmness, his tracing feeling familiar and comfortable in the background of the rain pattering on the windows outside.

You were still shaking, but the warmth that spread across your body relaxed you, lessening the flinching and twitching until you were barely shaking at all.

Once your breathing was regular, Auron stopped tracing the shapes on your back, retracting his hands to his pockets.

“Are you,” he stopped, taking a breath before he spoke again. “Do you feel better? And don’t spout apologies–you don’t have to apologize for this.”

You nodded, not feeling like talking anymore.

“Don’t worry,” he started, standing up. “Leave early today, don’t worry about the work, deadline extended,” he said, walking to the door, stopping as he opened it, a foot out the door. “If-if you ever need someone–just to talk to about this, come find me in my office.”

You silently thanked him, a slight smile on your face, as he walked out of the door. He seemed stoic, but underneath you knew, he cared. He cared about you.

Faust🥏:

Tic attack (+regular panicking)

“Hey,” Faust started, entering your streaming room. “You ended the stream abruptly, what the hell happe–oh shit.”

What he saw was you, lying on your back on your fluffy rug, shaking and twitching. Your head was twitching backwards every few seconds, hitting the fluffy rug, which didn’t help much as it was thin and the floors were hardwood.

“So this is why you abruptly ended the stream,” he realized aloud, watching as you shook and flinched.

You could barely talk, your hearing blurring in and out through your aching head. Tears streaked down your face, warm, salty and unending.

Faust didn’t know how to help you, panic settling in his veins as your condition only got worse.

The back of your head kept hitting the rug, the underlying floor giving you a headache. You could feel your arms moving without your brain telling them to, going in several different directions, freezing in the middle of the air for a minute before twitching back down at your sides.

“What-what do I do?” Faust asked, clearly more panicked than you were. You could tell he was on the edge of a minor panic attack with how he was acting. He seemed to be panicking about this whole thing even more than you were.

“I–” You try to say, repeating the vowel several times over due to your ticcing. “J-just a tic attack, ‘m gonna be fine–woooooo-” you pause, shaking terribly. “-just give me a-a minute-”

“Fuck! Should I call a doctor?” he shouted, pacing the room. “Should I call my brother, he might know what to do–no, no he wouldn’t even answer his phone!” You hear him ramble. He opens his phone, seemingly googling something.

“How–no, what to do when your friend has a tic attack?” he mutters, typing the words into the search box on his phone. “Remain calm, don’t draw attention to it, and simply offer quiet support–do you want a hug or a shoulder pat or something?”

You smile at his attempt of assistance warmly. “Could I have the Disney themed w-woooo-weighted blanket?” You ask in-between tics.

“Ye-yeah, of course,” he responds, running out of the room for a moment before running back in and draping the Winnie the Pooh weighted blanket over your body, the weight helping with the tics.

Faust plops himself into a criss-cross-apple-sauce on the fluffy rug, eyes watching you intently as your ticcing calmed down. He sat beside you, hands in his lap until your ticcing stopped, making sure you were okay after and writing down a note to do some research on tics in the near future.

Charlie🍕:

Zoning out, shaking and minor tics

“Hey Casp’, I’m back from my shift!” he shouted through the apartment, which was unusually silent. “Casper?” he called out, walking further into the apartment.

He found you trying to make dinner in the kitchen, shaking and twitching as you held onto the dark-toned counters, eyes unfocused.

He ran over to you, gently taking your forearms in his hands, feeling your arms shake. He walked you down to the couch to sit, your eyes still unfocused.

Your hearing blurred, as did your vision. You could hear Charlie talking to you about something, seemingly ranting, as he held your shaking arms in his hands. Your eyes were unfocused, eyes facing a wall with a painting on it.

As your vision blurred back in, you could see the painting clearer. It was one of the few that you’d brought when you moved in with Charlie. A sailboat amongst a calm water city port, several boats around it and in the distance of the painting, clouds gathering overhead. Some of the tiny people in the painting were waving, others sailing and others moving objects in the painting. But the big sailboat in the middle of the painting was the focal point. A woman, dressed in a Dolly Varden dress and a pirate captain’s hat stood sailing it, her long red hair blowing in what seemed to be a breeze, a wide smile on her face, eyes squinted.

Focusing on the painting had cleared your mind a bit, allowing you to focus more. You remembered why you’d bought it. You’d bought it at a garage sale in your hometown, before you had moved to the city, finding it stunningly beautiful. It reminded you of life in a sort of way, beautiful and peaceful for but a moment. The approaching clouds symbolized the things that could go wrong, or would go wrong. The duality of life and man. The Approaching Storm, it was named. You’d been attached to the painting ever since, not understanding why, but just feeling like it was important enough to garner your spirit.

Your eyes focused, turning your head to face Charlie, who was facing you, concerned, until you faced him.

“Hey,” you said.

“Hey,” he responded, looking at you warmly. “You feel any better?”

“Yeah,” you answered, tired. “I forgot to take my meds yesterday, and this happ-happened, sorry–”

“Don’t apologize, you can’t control these things sometimes,” he told you, drawing you into a hug. “I’ll make sure you take your meds tonight–and for the rest of the week if you need it?”

You nodded, smiling as you hugged him back, warmth pooling in your chest.

“Wanna watch movies and eat the leftover Chinese food in the fridge?” he asked, a cheeky smile appearing on his face.

“I th-thought you’d never ask,” You responded as he stood up from the couch, wrapping a fluffy blanket over you and going over to the kitchen and opening the fridge, grabbing a few containers and bringing them over to the coffee table as you turned on Deadpool.

Lucien😈:

Collapsing(minor), tic attack, absence of medication

“Human–I mean Angel! I’ve brought back some of that human food you like! I think you called it pizza? I got you the one with the cheesy crust, and the cheesy breadsticks!” Lucien called out into your apartment, smiling widely as he carried two boxes, one big pizza box and one smaller box, filled to the brim with cheesy breadsticks.

When he received no response, he called out again. “Angel?”

Lucien walked around the apartment calling your name, until he found you collapsed on your bedroom floor. “Angel!” he shouted, rushing over to your shaking body, the boxes of food making a ‘thud’ sound as they hit the floor.

“‘m fine Lucien,” You say, voice raspy and dry.

“Like hell you are!” he exclaims, his face a cross between angry and concerned. “I know for a fact this is not normal human behavior! Humans don’t just collapse!” he shouted, his voice ringing through the apartment, and your head.

He was so loud, and your head was throbbing in your skull.

“I ran out of meds, Luci–” You interrupted quietly, your voice slightly above a whisper. “-’nd I can’t get any more for another week, when I get my paycheck–” You continued, feeling drowsy.

“Human medicine should be free,” he huffs. “We have free medication in Hell.”

How is Hell’s medicare system somehow better than the medicare system on Earth? You wondered.

“We agr–wahhhh–we agree on th-that,” You say in-between tics, your body shaking. You felt colder since Fall was rolling in and you never had a good personal storage of body heat. You thought that might’ve been something that triggered a tic attack besides the absence of your meds.

“I’ve-I’ve lived with-without my meds before, Lucien,” You tell him, eyes blinking slowly as you felt exhaustion seeping into your bones. “I’ll survive without th-them for a we–eeee-ek,” You finish in-between tics, giving him a tired smile, as if to tell him not to worry.

“But that’s not fair, that’s not how it should be,” Lucien huffed, furrowing his dark eyebrows.

“Y-you and be both agree on that, buddy,” you laugh. “B-but sadly, life ain’t that w-wahhh-aay.”

“What can I do to help?” he asked, still hovering over you, concerned.

You still felt practically freezing, shaking not only from the tics, but from the lack of body heat

“I am freezing,” You start, rubbing your hands together. “-and you are like a stove, Dear Luci,” you continue.

“Human cuddles then?” he inquired, ignoring the ��Dear Luci’ comment. You nodded as he scooped you up into his big, hairy, muscly, red arms. He carried you to the living room couch, cuddling you against his chest.

He sat down on the couch with you on top of him, cuddled into his warm chest. He threw a blanket over the two of you, placing your head in the crook of his neck. He kissed your forehead, smiling into your hair as you drifted off to a well deserved sleep.

(CC: God, I love cheesy breadsticks dipped in garlic sauce. My favorite Pizza order is that, but with extra cheese. . .lmao pizza FORGOTTEN)

Finn🌻:

Collapsing and minor tics (Severe Tourette’s)

“Welcome to Talk Floral! What can I help you with toda–oh it’s you Sunflower!” he exclaims, originally thinking it was any old customer who walked into the shop, before realizing it was you. “It’s–it’s good to see you! Do you need an arrangement?”

You shook your head. “No, I just wanted to see my favorite florist!”

“I’m your favorite florist?” he repeated, baffled. “You know other florists–wait, I’m the only florist you know!”

“My favorite is the one I know,” You say, giggling. “He’s also my amazing boyfriend,” You teased. He laughed and grinned, blushing.

“So what’d you come fo–” Finn started to ask.

That was when your hearing tuned out, your vision becoming blurry. You feel your legs shake as you hold onto the table at the front of the store. You hear a voice becoming eerily closer to you. A blob of yellow and green appeared in front of you just as your legs gave way, causing you to collapse in someone’s arms.

You feel yourself shaking, your vision unfocused. You felt your head being laid in someone’s lap.

“-ey, hey! You okay Sunflower–oh sorry, clearly you're not okay–I’m so sorry for asking-” You heard your boyfriend, Finn say, running a hand through his hair. “What do you need? I can get you something? I can get some of the candy from the back–or I can just stay here, with you–”

“I’m–eeeeee-I’m good Finney,” You start, in-between tics. “Love, it-it’s just a bad tic day. J-just a bad day, Finn. I-I’ll be fine–”

“You’re not fine!” he shouted, raising his voice and his shoulders. “Sorry for yelling, Sunflower,” he apologized. “I’m just worried for you, a-and for your wellbeing, be-because I care for you, because I love you.”

“I-I love you too, Finney,” You responded, smiling as your vision returned. “I guess, if-if it’s not a bother, *hic* could you get me some candy from the back–and th-then– *heee* hug me?”

Finn smiled sweetly, pressing a kiss into your hair and standing up. “I’ll be right back, I promise,” he said, walking to the back and then back out with a bag of sour patch kids.

“Here, have some,” he told you, propping your head up on his lap and putting a few watermelon sour patch kids in your mouth. You chewed them slowly and swallowed them, feeling a slight rush of energy to stave the growing exhaustion.

Once you did, he picked you up bridal style and led you to the back, gently placing you on the couch before snuggling in beside you and kissing your forehead.

Your vision was slowly returning, as was your hearing while Finn cuddled you putting his head in the crook of your neck and smiling into the nape of your neck.

“Love you,” You whispered to him, wrapping your shaking arms around his body.

“I love you too, My Sunflower,” he told you admiringly, pressing one final kiss to your forehead before you two fell asleep in each others arms

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