Squeezed
(You know, at first thought, being squeezed until you may lose feeling doesn't sound too pleasant. But all I can think about is how grounding that could be when in an panic attack)
Floyd Leech x Reader
Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Platonic/Romantic
Summary: The reality of your situation finally hits you, but you definitely don't need the other students taunting you for something out of your control. Thankfully(?), you have Floyd.
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"Henchman?" Grim's worried call barely registers, your heartbeat creeping into your ears as you quickly speed walk out of your last class. "(Y/n), what's wrong? You're not really bothered by all those chumps are you?"
Your feet stutter, your body falling into the wall of the empty hallway, having been going the completely wrong direction. Your arms wrapped tight around your chest. Your breathing speeds up, vision narrowing as thoughts fill your head.
You were gonna either die here or be stuck here forever, weren't you? Stuck in a world of magic, unable to tap into any of the mystical power. Has Crowley even been looking for a solution???
You barely register Grim saying something about getting help, barely see him rush off. Your ears ring, gaze darting around you yet focusing on nothing.
You blink, trying to take in a steadying breath. You just needed to focus, identify colors or shapes to reset your head, calm yourself down before you truly lose it. You try to focus on something to begin, but your brain is too scrambled to give a name to any shape or color.
You don't hear the sing-songing lilt of someone calling your name, barely registering the figure now in front of you.
"Shrimpy?" It's Floyd, his toothy grin on display. "You're breathing awfully heavy there, you know. What's got you so worked up?"
He leans into your space, trying to see if you'll react. Had you been lucid, your blood would've ran ice cold at the way his grin drops. "Shrimpy?"
He takes note of the tight grip on yourself, the way you seem to look through him. He bends down a bit more on your level, one hand gently resting on the top of your head. His expression twitches at the way you're trembling.
Well, this isn't good. Not with the way you flinch at the mere brush of his hand on your hair.
"Hey, Shrimpy... (Y/n)?" he tries calling out to you again, bi-colored eyes locked onto you. When you don't react, he figures he has to resort to other methods.
His hands grasp yours, prying them off your arms and towards him. He ignores the startled gasp that leaves you, quick to wrap his arms around and squeeze.
You sit there, completely trapped, for a few long, tense moments. You blink, the blurriness in your vision coming back into focus as you register his heartbeat against your ear. Slowly, you relax, regaining control of your breathing, the dull ringing in your ears fading.
You feel him grin into your hair. "There you are Shrimpy!"
"F... Floyd?" you mumble, voice cracking as you reach up to wipe at your watery eyes. "W-What...?"
"I found you here against the wall, panicking like a beached fish. Where's your little beast, hm? Did he leave you here alone?"
You hum, leaning into the stupidly tall eel as he starts playing with your hair. "Ah... he said something about... about going to find help."
Floyd hums back, cheek pressing to the top of your head. "What got you so worked up?"
You explain the situation, the whispers of your crueler classmates, your own fears, and the fact Crowley hasn't done anything.
Floyd catches your emotions before you do, squeezing you a bit more to calm you back down. For as scary as he can be, you're finding this extremely comforting, pinned to reality and shielded from your wandering thoughts.
"I'll take care of it."
Had you been in any other situation, those words would've sent the fear of the Seven straight through you, but right now they were simply comforting.
Thankfully, you aren't looking at his face right now, otherwise you'd find a very murderous looking eel. Instead, you press into him, smiling.
"Thanks, Floyd."