Tanjiro, About Y/N: Apparently Were Getting Someone New In The Group.

Tanjiro, about Y/N: Apparently we’re getting someone new in the group.

Inosuke: Are we stealing them?

Zenitsu: New or used?

Tanjiro: Wonderful responses, both of you.

Y/N: Let me show you a picture from last night that really upset me

Giyuu: Okay, but in my defense, Sanemi bet me 50 cents I couldn’t drink all that shampoo

Y/N: That’s not what I wanted to- you drank SHAMPOO?!

my current situation 👺-

When you realize that you have requests that are months old and didn't finish them or started...........

Y/N: Man, I only ever see you awake, do you ever shut down or stop running? 

Rengoku: Oh, I'm always running 

Y/N: The question is from what

Zenitsu: I think I'm having a mid-life crisis. 

Y/N: You're like 15 years old 

Zenitsu: I MIGHT DIE AT 30!

𝘑𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯'

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characters: jason todd;; some character mentions  

genre: light angst that becomes in a happy ending

warnings: gn!reader, may be inspired in Jason from arkham asylum

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𝑺𝑼𝑴𝑴𝑨𝑹𝒀: 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑦𝑠, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑦.

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He was short of air in his lungs.

Jason wanted to breathe, he really wished he could breathe again and feel the air filling his lungs, but his body wasn't responding anymore.

He knew what it was, he knew what was happening. It was a fucking panic attack. He had still been able to get away from you, hold back the fear he felt, just so he wouldn't be a burden to you. Jason still had time to run from you before it started.

His head, which before only thought of you and the beautiful memories that you spent together today, was filled with the bad memories of the past. How that despicable human being dressed as a clown tortured and destroyed him in the old establishment of Arkham Asylum, the beatings, the cruel words spoken; it all came back in great waves to him.

The mark, with a large 'J' shape etched into his already scarred face, only reaffirmed the cruel reality he had to face before you. The little panic attack he was cruelly suffering from had turned into a much bigger and heavier one. Little black dots gradually clouded his vision, his mind already disturbed by fear filled, this time with horrible memories.

His knees finally gave out, the lack of air was becoming exhausting. Jason felt like the world of him was crushing him little by little, and then a voice—your voice was calling out to him. Perhaps you had been alerted by the sound of him falling to the hard, cold bathroom floor. 

Or maybe Jason's soft gasping for breath was what gave him away.

You were holding him, cradling him against your warm chest as you said comforting words to bring him back to you. Jason didn't know how much time had passed, but when he came to, when he came back to you, he knew he was safe.

“Jason, keep breathing. I'm here, nothing will hurt you, I promise" 

He did what you told him to do. His lungs slowly filled with air again, his mind, which had been disturbed by bad memories before, calmed down slowly but surely. 

 He wanted to laugh, despite not knowing how to fight, despite being small and not having enough strength to beat someone up, you were promising him that nothing and no one would harm him, not while you were there with him.

 And god, it was working. 

Only you could make him feel safe like this. 

 He kept breathing for several more moments, and finally the weight of his own world stopped feeling so heavy. 

 It was when Jason realized that despite everything, you would be there for him. To help him breathe when everything in him collapsed. 

He knew because you never abandoned him, you never let him go. 

This was not the first nor would it be the last time that this would happen to him, but as long as you were by his side, supporting him and protecting him from the horrible past that still haunted him some nights, Jason could continue.

 And he could keep breathing, once again.