Dennis who has sever entomophobia due to being locked outside a lot as a kid he consequently had fleas and lice pretty frequently and he is terrified of daddy long legs (they gather in the corners of the barns in massive fucking balls it’s literally terrifying)
anyways that and him having to deal with a patient who has lice or fleas at the hospital and when he gets home (to rabbit’s house, robby and jack are both waiting there) he has to spend like the whole evening decontaminating and checking himself for bugs and making sure neither of his partners have bugs either, and just them needing to reassure him that there were no bugs, and that they’d all be okay.
Summary: While Sylus is asleep you’re working on a project, when your greatest enemy crawls into the room. Now you must choose the lesser fear, stay with the bug, or wake Sylus.
Note: hihihihi the Caleb fic is coming, but this is a panic post because THERE WAS A HUGE BUG IN MY ROOM AND THAT IS ONE OF MY FEW PHOBIAS AND AHHHHHHHH! This fic is literally based off true events so please enjoy my panicked writing! It will not be proofread that much unless I check tmmr.
It was nearly 1 in the morning, you were working on a report for the Hunter’s Association, and even getting a spreadsheet of your expenses on Sylus’ card done for him. Sylus had gone to take a nap as you had taken him out for a day of fun in Linkon, and he had a few meetings later and he wanted to be as awake as he could for them.
You had been at it for over an hour since, after laying with Sylus until he fell asleep. You put the laptop down onto the couch and relaxed your shoulders, letting out a heavy silent sigh.
‘I can see why Sylus has someone to do his number’s for him.’ You thought, glancing back at the bright screen waiting for you to return. You stretch your arms over your head, and your legs as far as they would reach; accidentally kicking the coffee table as you reposition yourself.
You pick up the computer and laze about the couch, taking up as much space as you could. You reach over to the coffee table to grab your glass of water, and that’s when you see it. A brown, multi-legged beast. You can’t identify it as you toss the laptop across the couch and leap up to a higher place on the couch away from the creepy crawly.
Your hands start to shake as the bug crawls under the table, you can feel your breath become labored and you aren’t even sure you are breathing at certain points. You can feel bile rise up in your throat as you leap away from the couch and into the closest room, your bedroom. Where Sylus was resting.
You had not even noticed you entered that room as you made your way across the room, until you were next to the bed. You watched Sylus sleep peacefully, chest rising and falling at a steady pace, this was one of the few times he was able to relax. Even so, you knew that there were 3 guns, that you know of, that were near or on the bed in case of intruders.
Watching Sylus sleep calms you down a bit, until you realize you were the only one home to take care of the bug, and you know you wouldn’t be able to exist peacefully in the house until you knew it was gone. At the thought your hands started to tremble. You glanced between the door and Sylus, debating if you should wake him up or silently sit on the bed and try not to think of how many bugs were actually in the house that you were not aware of.
You kept reaching your hand to touch Sylus’ shoulder, but pulled back every time, ‘This isn’t his problem. He has more important things to do later, I can just wait until he’s up. But what if it brings friends?’ As you continue this back and forth in your mind and hand, you are suddenly pulled into the bed and brought into a warm embrace.
“You’re shaking, what’s wrong?” Sylus’ husky voice helps to ground you, the way it wraps you in a sense of protection courses you out of your panicked state for a moment.
Your face heats up at remembering how you got here, you try and dismiss it but Sylus tilts your face up. His eyes were focused, you wouldn’t have assumed that he was asleep moments ago, but the way he looks, the concern pouring out of him, you relents.
“You remember my um,” you fiddle with his collar, not knowing how to phrase your predicament, “…phobia?”
At how meek your words were Sylus sat up slowly, he left the bed and rounded it to hold his hand out for you to take. Your shaky hand grabs his firm steady one. You follow him to the door, but as he reaches for the knob, your legs start to feel weak.
Sylus turns around and holds your cheek with his free hand, “Just stay in the doorway and point me in the direction. I know you won’t be able to keep a peaceful mind unless you see it gone yourself.”
You lean into his hand and nod, he waits a moment, smiling at your trust in him before returning back to the true matter at hand: eliminating everything that harms your way of life.
You stop as he crosses the threshold of the bedroom and looks back at you. You point to the coffee table, telling him where you last saw it. He makes quick strides in getting there, kneeling down to glance under. When he rises you feel your heart rate pick up, but when you see Sylus smile your worry lessens, but confusion takes hold. He’s not looking at you.
You follow his gaze to the kitchen island and see Mephisto sitting on one of the chairs, bug in beak. When he knows you have seen the bug laying helplessly in his beak he flies away, to either eat or release somewhere outside, and you’d rather not know.
“I’m not the only one who wants to look out for you kitten.” You jump at how close the voice is, Sylus had walked over to the bedroom while you watched Mephisto leave. “I’ll call someone, maybe the twins, to do a whole search of the house for any more bugs. For now I’ll take you to a safe house near where I’ll be having my meetings, and Mephisto will watch over you until I’m back. Get some rest, wouldn’t want your heart to go into cardiac arrest, I quite enjoy having you around.”
You nod and rush to grab the computer, but before you could even leave the bedroom Sylus picked you up bridal style, “I’ll take care of it, just rest.” You listen and rest your head on his shoulder as you hear his evol move things around and closer to you both. By the time you make it to the car the adrenaline from your near panic attack had drained your energy and you had slept peacefully until dawn, where Sylus rested beside you. Mephisto watched the room diligently, and not a single bug in sight.
Post: Bug phobias shouldn’t be so normalized that hatred and fear of bugs becomes the complete norm and the idea that an entire part of the ecosystem should be killed is considered a normal and correct opinion to have.
people who can’t read: why is this post blaming ME SPECIFICALLY for KILLING ALL BUGS EVER. How DARE you say this to ME. SPECIFICALLY. I cannot HELP my bug phobia, so this post that says my IRRATIONAL FEAR SHOULDNT BECOME THE NORM OF SOCIETY is ATTACKING ME.
THIS POST WAS MADE BY SOMEONE WITH SUCH A BAD PHOBIA OF INSECTS THEY HAVE HAD ACTUAL PANIC ATTACKS OVER SEEING AN ANT OUTSIDE. OUR IRRATIONAL FEAR SHOULD NOT BE THE NORM OF SOCIETY. NO ONE IS BLAMING YOU SPECIFICALLY.
can we please normalize adding a tw bugs tag PLEASE?? OŔ EVEB JUST THE BUG TAG???I HAVE THEM BLOCKED FOR A RUCKING REASON I DONT WANT TO SEE BUGS. No idc I'm "over reacrong" and "being sensitive" it's common fucking sense to add warning and I feel a warning for bugs is pretty fair when it's one of the biggest phobias!! I go on tumbkr to escape from my issues nit have a fucking panic attack you assholes!! I'm so sick of it tag your posts correctly or ill just block who ever posts bugs and spiders with no proper tagging THE TAG EXISTS DIR A FUCKING RWASON YOU SHITASSES.
I have this weird thing where I think bugs are cool but if one is near me I freak out. I have startled multiple people with how quick I am to successfully kill house flies and spiders and the like.
Here's the thing. I see a bug through however many inches of glass, or a mega cool one like I saw earlier on Tumblr? Fuck yeah!! That's a Creature! Look at all those weird bits and features!!
For example, several museums have those honey beehives behind glass that have a tube leading outside, so you can see the hundreds of bees working. That shit is cool af!! I loved that!
It has the potential to Touch Me?? No. There has been screaming involved. More if it actually does touch me. I know it is an irrational fear, I have many of those, but this is one of the worst, and it affects several other aspects of my life.
