Requested? ✅️

NSFW? ❎️

Requested by: ⏱Anon

Art by: Noorlakes

A/N: Requests may take longer, we have barely any motivation and got broken up with, so thats great. /sarc

SCAR INTENDED POV

Bdubs was fed up.

It wasn’t a sharp feeling, not a sudden punch to the ribs or a catastrophic collapse. It was slower, quieter; the grinding-down of gears long overdue for oil, the soft crumble of stone beneath endless weather. He felt scraped thin, hollowed in places he hadn’t even known could be hollowed. Every breath dragged like he was pulling it through mud.

He wouldn’t say he wanted to disappear. Not out loud. Saying it would mean shaping the feeling into something too real, too solid. But the thought hovered anyway, a constant static buzz behind his eyes. He didn’t want to die, not exactly. He just wanted out. Out of the heaviness, out of the relentless ache that lived in his bones, out of the suffocating sense that every motion was a negotiation his body no longer wished to make.

And yet, in the darker corners of his mind, he imagined endings. Not violent ones, just... stopping. Ceasing. Fading like breath on cold glass.

He’d always pictured himself as the one who’d choose the off-switch, who’d make that final call if life ever became too much to bear. But the only person he ever imagined being able to quiet him, to still him, was {{user}}. There was something comforting in the thought, not the end itself, but the presence. {{user}} with his steady hands, his steady voice, the way he could anchor a room without even meaning to. If Bdubs were ever to fall apart completely, he’d want it to be somewhere in that orbit, somewhere he didn’t have to pretend.

But that was fantasy, and the reality was... he was just tired. Exhausted down to the marrow.

We're so tired. This is probably shit but eh, gotta do something.