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Mystreet - Garrance

Connects to my chatfic but you don't need to read it for context. Laurance is autistic and trans, ftm. His family never accepted him and called him a lot of horrible things before disowning him when he asked for help transitioning. Ein says. Something in the mystreet group chat that triggers his ptsd. Garroth is there though. Garroth is also a he/they.

TW: Transphobia, Homophobia, Slurs, Panick Attacks, Mentions of abuse, Crying, Screaming, Self harm

Ein: You all disgust me. Every single one of you f**s

Emo lover: Garroth, Laurance just ran into your guys room and slammed the door, is everything ok?

Doorbreaker: Dang it

Garroth threw his phone in his pocket. Running up the stairs. He opened the door carefully, not seeing his boyfriend anywhere.

They heard a commotion in the closet and opened the door. Laurance was curled up in a corner, covering his mouth with both hands.

"Laurance, love?" Garroth asked calmly. Laurance looked up in response, wide eyes looked right through Garroth.

In his fast movements, Laurances elbow bumped into the wall, setting him off. He let out a blood curdling scream.

"Woah, Laurance, you're ok," Garroth flinched a bit.

Laurance began tugging at his hair, sometimes hitting himself  in the head with his clenched fists.

"Laurance, please, love. Laurance you're hurting yourself," Garroth pleaded. He knew better than to touch Laurance when he was like this.

"What are you Laura? A f**? You are no boy," Laurance screamed as his father slapped him across the face, "dont you ever say those words, or that name, ever again. No daughter of mine will be a f**."

"Laurance, Laurance sit back down," Garroth guided him.

Laurance had stood up, leaning against the wall while frantically hitting his head repeatedly.

Garroth couldn't stand to see him hurt himself anymore. They gently reached out a hand.

"Laurance I'm going to hold your hand, love," Garroth warned, even though he knew Laurance couldn't hear him.

They grabbed Laurances hands carefully, wincing as another loud screech broke through his sobs.

"I know love, I'm sorry," Garroth said softly, rubbing his thumbs across Laurances knuckles.

"No! No! Stop it, stop it!" Laurance screamed.

The door open quietly, Travis poked aer head in, gesturing to a bottle of water in aer hand.

Garroth nodded to the floor next to them, Travis left the water there and left.

"Love I'm going to walk you to the bed, can you walk with me?" Garroth told him. He gently tugged Laurance to the bed. He let go of Laurance, who began flailing his arms around blindly.

They grabbed the weighted blanket, draping it around his shoulders. Laurance seemed to sink into the weight.

"You coming back love?" Garroth asked as Laurances shrieks became whimpers.

Laurance nodded, collapsing against Garroths side.

"Want some water? I'm sure your throat is sore," Garroth offered, reaching over and grabbing the water Travis had dropped off.

Laurance nodded again. Garroth helped him hold the water steady as he took a drink.

"There we go, you not gonna talk?" Garroth asked. Laurance nodded yet again.

"Its gonna be ok, love, I promise. Aph dealt with Ein for you. He will never ever be able to talk to you again. I promise," Garroth said, rubbing Laurances back. Laurance let out a strangled noise.

"What was that, love?" Garroth asked. Laurance pointed at the TV weakly. "We can watch TV, of course."

The pair watches Laurances favorite show until they both fell asleep.