I think I'm running out of air
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Please, just hold me forever by peachesandchess
Fandoms: All For The Game - Nora Sakavic
30 Jan 2026
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Jeremy blinks, maybe back into consciousness, maybe just back into awareness, to light pouring into the window and a familiar silhouette standing over him.
“What are you on?” The Marseille accent snaps, and Jeremy groans at the words.
No. No, no, no. It’s not fair how his mind does this to him. It’s not fair how even in his drugged-out, numbing haze, his mind still conjures images of the best thing he ever lost. Why? Why does it torture him like this?
Wake up. He needs to wake up.
“Jeremy, what are you on?”
“Stop,” Jeremy moans. “Please, stop.”
He brings his right hand up to his left wrist, pinching so hard that he shivers and his eyes water. He digs his nails in, hoping to draw blood if that’s what it takes to get himself to wake up. He can’t do it again. He can’t have Jean in his hazy dreams and wake back up to being alone.
“Do not,” dream Jean hisses, and he bends down to grab Jeremy’s wrist, yanking it away.
His touch feels so real, so warm, almost like…
“Jean?” Jeremy’s voice is raw and rough. His throat is so dry.
TW: drug use, relapse, suicidal thoughts, self-harm/cutting, depression
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- Part 1 of I think I'm running out of air
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Jeremy straightens from the counter to find Jean only feet away from him, staring at him with wide eyes, lips parted. There’s a grocery bag at his feet and what seems to be takeout containers that have split open.
He swipes at his nose with the back of his hand, moving to shield the counter with his body, his back to the drugs so that he’s facing Jean, but it’s too late. Jean has already seen it all.
He stalks towards Jeremy, not even looking at him as he grabs him by the shoulders, forcing Jeremy out of the way.
“Jean, I –”
Jean leans over to inspect the contents of the counter, running his finger through the line Jeremy still had left and rubbing his fingers together. Picking up the bag of little white pills and inspecting the contents. He drops it back onto the counter before slowly turning to Jeremy.
There is no shock in that steely gray gaze anymore, only anger. And maybe hurt.
“What is this, Jeremy?” Jean’s voice is low and rough.
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- Part 2 of I think I'm running out of air