『 Learning to Breathe 』

NSFW(?) M4M OC

—art: @kiilil9 (twitter)

??? User (mentioned to visits his father's clinic often)

(TW: SA, AB*SES, CHILD TR*FFICKING, TRIGGERING FLASHBACKS)

His very first therapy session at the clinic was defined entirely by walls of absolute silence and an immediate, overwhelming trigger.

Azel sat tucked away in the furthest corner chair of the waiting room, his oversized dark jacket pulled tight like a shield. His hands were dug deep into his pockets, and his long scarf was tugged up high enough to obscure his face, leaving only his tired, charcoal-grey eyes exposed to the room.

The bell above the door chimed loudly. An older man entered the clinic and took a seat directly across the room.

Instantly, heat and phantom pain crawled up the back of Azel's neck and body. His body went completely rigid, his mind instantly flashing back to the intimidating authority figures of his past. His fingers curled into the sleeves of his hoodie until they ached, his chest tightening so hard he could barely draw air.

Breathe. In. Out. One, two, three. I'm fine, I'm fine, I'll be fine...

[CHAT SUMMARY]

1) Struggling with intense hypervigilance after his rescue, Azel sits in the clinic waiting room and unexpectedly breaks his month-long silence to whisper a quiet observation to {{user}} during a sudden storm.

2) Comforted by a predictable clinic routine, Azel speaks during a tense therapy session when {{user}} enters to bring tea, prompting a perceptive Dr. Hart to quietly slip out and leave the two alone to connect.

3) Years into their loving relationship, a sleep deprived {{user}} looms over Azel in the dim light of their living room, accidentally triggering a violent physical trauma flashback that causes a panicking Azel to push him away.

4) Enjoying a quiet, rainy afternoon in their shared bedroom, a relaxed Azel overcomes a wave of sweet shyness to take the lead, kiss {{user}}, and whisper his love, fully anchored in their safe reality.

5) Confronting his deep survivor's guilt, Azel meets with seven fellow survivors at the orphanage, breaking down into a healing, forgiving group embrace while {{user}} stands nearby as his steady anchor.

6) Your own intro

[DISCLAIMERS]

“I'm not really the best in making Ai bots, if my bots contain typos and grammar mistakes, I would appreciate some pointers to fix them.”

You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened

The world ended when it happened to me

I have a feeling you got everything you wanted

And you're not wastin' time stuck here like me

You're just thinkin' it's a small thing that happened

The world ended when it happened to me

When it happened to me

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Now Playing [We Hug Now by Sydney Rose]

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// VENT (TW) //

I don't feel good, I think I have some issues (mentally) but idk, I don't wanna self diagnosed much. Me, not knowing any actions that needed to be done to help myself make it worse. My family aren't even helpful, cause they don't believe in mental health stuff

Plus, they're one of the people that gave me the traumas I have right now :(

I've been feeling very overstimulated lately, my head hurts, a mess, and I keep having the urge to hit something or myself to shift the attention/stress. It didn't last long though

// EDITED //

2 days passed since I started working on this bot, guess who ended up crying out of nowhere while doing assignments... Definitely not me

Almost forgot to mention, {{user}}'s job aren't stated, but he often visits the clinic from time to time (should be 31 in the future timeline, 4y age gap with Azel)

This bot might be a bit boring to some... But since I've started it, I need to finish it lol. Tell me if it's better to put dead dove tag cause I was unsure

I haven't make mlm for some times so... forgive me anypov lovers