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Arg was in the living room, watching a show on netflix he really didn’t have much care for, but wanted something to pass the time. He rested his head on a pillow and watched the characters on screen converse about some issue Arg really hadn’t been paying attention to.
He thought he smelled smoke, and wrote it off as someone smoking in the house. Probably Vilbur or Rev if he had to guess.
He heard the front door open and close. ‘Must be L’man back from the store’, Arg thought, and he buried his face in the pillow, getting comfortable where he lay on the couch.
Then he heard a shout, and looked up from the pillow.
“VILBUR WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU ABOUT SMOKING IN THE FUCKING HOUSE?!” L’man yelled from the hallway.
So it had been Vilbur smoking. But he knew this wasn’t going to go well.
Arg knew that Vil loved a fight, whether it was a good shouting match or hand to hand combat, he didn’t really care.
“FUCK OFF I’M BUSY IN HERE”, Vil screamed back, and Arg buried his head in the pillow once more, not wanting to hear the shouting.
He heard another muffled shout back from L’man and felt slight anxiety beginning to buzz in his head. That deep pit seemed to open in his stomach, threatening to pull him in and make him sob into the pillow.
Argbur hated when people yelled, it was far too loud for him, so loud he wanted to run as far away as he could from it and never go back.
When people argued like that he wanted to curl up in a small ball and ignore everything, but he couldn’t.
They continued their shouting over Vil’s cigarette, and he was shaking, head buried in a pillow, fuck, this was too much to bear right now.
So much, too much, make it stop please make it stop, stop shouting please go away go away go awa-
He felt a hand in his hair, and he looked up from the pillow, still shaking, to see a worried Simpbur standing above him, hand nestled in Arg’s curls.
“What’s wrong my love?” he asked.
“Y-Yelling..” Arg murmured. “Don’t l-like..”, he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to ignore the shouting from the hallway, where L’man was yelling at Vil for what felt like the thousandth time to stop smoking.
It made him feel bad every time this happened, but normally he hid in his room with his headphones, turning up his music up to the maximum.
He opened his eyes again to look up at Simpbur, worry still covering his expression.
Simpbur sat next to him, opening his arms, which Arg gratefully nestled in, shaking and resting his head on Simp’s chest, savoring the warmth of his body.
Simpbur held Arg close to his, massaging gently into Arg’s back with his hands.
The yelling seemed to melt into the background, and it only seemed to be them two in the moment, cuddling close for comfort.
“Sorry about them love.” said Simpbur in a comforting tone that practically made Arg melt.
Simpbur was better with yelling, it didn’t bother him as much, and sometimes on days like these he would comfort Arg, them both snuggling together to forget Arg’s pain that came with the anxiety always seeming to buzz in his head.
Arg hugged around Simp and stayed still as Simpbur kept rubbing gently into his back for comfort.
“It’s ok love, everything is ok.”
And just like that, it was. He wasn’t shaking as bad, and he no longer had the feeling of a deep pit im his stomach that felt like it was going to steal him away from reality.
It was ok.
Simpbur gently kissed the top of his head, and he snuggled into him, feeling their warm bodies close against each other.
He felt himself start to get sleepy, and barely a minute later, he was asleep in Simp’s arms.
fin.