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maccreadysbaby · 7 months

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Some of My Favorite Ways to Describe a Character Who’s Sick

pressing their forehead into something cool or comfortable (this could be an array of things. the table, the floor, someones leather jacket, their water bottle, the countertop)

warm to the touch, or heat radiating from them (could be noticed if someone’s gauging their temperature with their hands, hugging them, or just generally touching them)

leaning into people’s touch, or just spontaneously leaning on them (like pressing into their hand when someone’s checking their temp, or just, like, literally walking up and laying their head on them from fatigue. bonus points if the character is usually feral and the other is scared to engage™︎)

falling asleep all over the place (at the dinner table, on their homework, in the car, in the bathroom — just being so exhausted from doing literally nothing)

being overly emotional (crying over things that don’t usually bother them, like their siblings arguing, or their homework, or literally just nothing)

stumbling/careening/staggering into things (the wall, furniture, other people. there is no coordination in feverish brains. running into chairs, hitting the door, falling over the couch, anything and everything)

slurring their words (could be from fatigue or pain. connecting words that shouldn’t be connected, murdering all of their conversations with the excessive use of ‘mm’ and ‘nn’ in place of words) (this is my favorite thing ever)

being overly touchy (basically like a sick kid — just hold them, please. do that thing where you brush their hair back out of their face, or rub circles on their back, or snuggle them. they won’t care. bonus points if this is also the feral character and they refuse to believe it afterwards)

being extremely resistant to touch (flinching away when they usually don’t so someone can’t feel the fever, not letting themselves be touched because they’re so tired they just know they’ll be putty in their hands if they do)

growing aggressive or being extremely rude (it’s a defense mechanism — they feel vulnerable and are afraid of being manipulated or deceived while they’re ill)

whimpering/whining/groaning (this was in my “characters in pain” post but it’s so good that i’m putting it here too. this shite is gold, especially if it’s just an involuntary reaction to their symptoms)

having nightmares caused by a fever and/or delirium (crying and murmuring in their sleep, or being awake but completely out of it and convinced they’re somewhere else)

making themselves as small as possible (curling up into a ball everywhere they lay, hunching over slightly when standing, wrapping their arms around themselves)

TW for vomiting below cut !!

sleeping in the bathroom floor because they keep getting sick over and over (bonus if someone finds them all weak and pitiful. bonus bonus if they find them there in the morning only to learn they’ve been there all night)

using their hands/other body parts to clamp over their mouth so nothing can come out (like pulling their knees up to their chest and using that, or like, their arm, y’know) (~maccreadysbaby who has emetophobia suddenly gets very awkward about this post~) (~yes i have a phobia of puke and still write this happening to my characters, shut up~) (~it’s about the hurt/comfort okay~)

sympathy pukers (people who aren’t the sick ones but get nauseous/vomit when they see someone else throw up) (~aka me~) (~okay I’m done now~)

dry heaving (it’s gross, but good for making your characters absolutely freaking miserable)

rolling/churning/spinning/cramping/ lurching and all those awesome words that describe what stomachs do when sick (i hate these words with a deep, fiery passion. but they’re good for writing or whatever)

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pray4byron · 2 months

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hi, I hope you’re having a good day, I’d love to leave a request for Hazbin Hotel.

Could I request Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox and Lucifer (feel free not to do them all if they’re too many) and how they would react when their s/o finds them crying and comforts them and gives them a hug? I’d love some reverse comfort for them they’re my favs, also gn reader pls!

hello!! i’m having a good day, i hope you are as well!! this was a very interesting concept to think about, especially for alastor haha, it may be a bit out of character but i tried my best lol

Warnings: Potentially OOC Alastor, S1 Finale Spoilers, Swear Words, Mentions of Valentino, Mentions of Physical Abuse, Mentions of Injury (Scars, Bruises, Blood, Ect), Mentions of Depression, Mentions of Sex (No Smut)

Alastor, Angel Dust, Lucifer, Vox x Reader (Reverse Comfort)

Alastor

Alastor wasn’t one to express much emotion - other than his signature smile, let alone cry, but you caught him - even if it was barely

He felt like he was on the edge of pure insanity and psychotic, and he, the almighty Radio Demon, would’ve never expected something so little to give him his final push

After the fight between Adam and Alastor, he had lost his cane, his cane gave him almost every ounce of power and control his soul had gained since entering Hell, and he was going insane without it

You watched Alastor silently drift away from the crowded hotel lobby after Lucifer made some petty comment about losing his staff.

Despite that small part of you trying to convince you against it, you followed him.

You trickled behind him slowly to his room, all the way on the other side of the hotel.

He left his door open a crack, and you opened it slightly and stood in the doorway, and there he was.

Alastor’s usually neat and tidy hotel room was now a disaster with blueprints on the floor, you took a glance at them, some looking relatively old and some looked quite fresh, they were sketches and plans for a new staff - although you knew Alastor no longer had the magic the make it.

You hid as he came into your view, he was pacing the room, a very strained smile present on his face as tears pricked in his eyes, as he ran his fingers through his hair, tossing around blueprints and plans and other papers that seemed to be plans for a new staff, searching for a solution to his despair.

Slowly, you approached Alastor, patting him on the back softly before retracting your hand, remembering he doesn’t like to be touched.

He shook his head and sighed, the same drained smile was still present on his face, he looked down at you, and you never noticed the bags under his eyes until now… I mean, you knew he wasn’t one to typically sleep, but he never had bags before…

“I’m sorry, my dear.” He said, fixing his posture, and straightening up his suit. “One might say I’m a bit distraught at the moment. What is it you need?”

“Well.. uh, Al, you looked a bit sad recently, especially after what Lucifer said about your cane, and I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” You said, providing a bashful smile, at the fact that you’d be caught snooping.

“Ah, well, how awfully kind of you, my little doe. Just know, that I’m doing quite alright-” Before Alastor could finish his sentence you engulfed him in a hug, he paused for a moment, before slowly wrapping his arms around the small of your back.

His face was in the crook of your neck, as he sighed, you couldn’t see his face, but you could feel him give a soft smile onto your neck, not a grin, but a smile.

Angel Dust

You knew Angel’s job at the studio was far from easy, and shifts could last several hours at a time, but now? You were starting to worry…

He hadn’t been home in nearly two days. And it was starting to freak you out.

You sat in Angel’s bed in the hotel, snuggled next to Fat Nuggets, he let out a small snort as you cradled him in your arms. “I miss him too, baby.” You muttered, kissing his forehead, tearing up at the thought of all possibilities of what could’ve happened to him.

“Papa will be back home soon.” You nearly whispered, your voice cracking softly, you just wanted to see your boyfriend. The movie that was on in the background began to fade away as you fell to sleep.

You woke up again at about 1am from a slam of the bathroom door that was connected to Angel’s room. You blinked your eyes a few times, groggily, not entirely aware of what was going on until you heard sobbing coming from the bathroom.

You rushed the warm, pink comforter off of you, leaving Fat Nuggets on the bed asleep, urgently swinging open the bathroom door, finding Angel wailing, clinging onto the sink, halfway on the floor.

His shirt was off, and a few bruises and scars were visible. He let go of the sink, and slid down the floor, cradling his body.

“Handsome, shit..” You murmured, kneeling down to his level, you put a comforting hand on his knee. “Baby, look at me.”

You requested softly, now using your hand to comb through Angel’s hair, when you didn’t get a response, you used your free hand to tilt his face up to you, and the sight broke you.

His eyes stared into yours, afraid and hurt, there was smeared eyeliner under his eyes that traveled a bit down his face, there was blood coming from his mouth.

You felt tears prick in your eyes, you hated seeing him like this, “My love, can I hold you?”

Angel nodded as his body fell into your arms, you rocked him slowly, shushing his sobs, turning them into a small sniffles.

You pulled away from him to look at him, you wiped the smudged makeup off his face with your thumb, and looked at him. “Wanna talk about it, Angie?”

“You already know the deal by now, it’s just Val..” He said, wiping his eyes, hiccuping before continuing, “I had a rough week, and I wasn’t off-script, and he just said to improv it, and I just fucked it up.. and he, well..” He gestured to the bruises and scars on his body, referencing what happened, giving a dry chuckle, you tensed above him.

“Baby.” You started, cupping his cheeks, pulling him to look at you, “I don’t know how yet, but I will fucking get you out of this, I don’t care who or what I have to go through, but I will fucking get you out of this. No one gets to hurt you and expect to get away with it.” You vowed, as your foreheads connected,

“Sugar, there’s no way out.” Angel murmured. “He’ll find me..” He said barely above a whisper, his voice cracking in fear, your heart ached for him.

“I’ll figure it out, handsome.” You said, pecking his forehead, “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

Lucifer

You’ve known since before you even started dating that Lucifer had depression, and you knew it hit hard, but you had never really been around to experience that before.

Whenever you could, you always tried to help him out with it, which was a bit hard since he had a tendency to brush it off a lot

It wasn’t until you came home to Luci having a depressive episode where you really got a grip on his depression

You came back to you and Lucifer’s shared home, you had just gotten out of work, and Lucifer was supposed to be at a meeting, key word, supposed to.

As you walked down the hall you heard sniffles coming from your shared bedroom.

You opened the door, it let out a small creak, and you noticed Lucifer curled up on the end of the bed.

There were tissues scattered on the floor on his side of the bed and on his night stand, his clothes that he would’ve worn to his meeting were in a messy pile on the floor, he was in boxers and no shirt, his hair messy, as he sniffled into the pillows, curled up in a thin but fuzzy duck blanket.

“Sweetie, what happened?” You asked sweetly, sitting down next to him at the edge of the bed, rubbing his scalp.

“I-I was gonna go to my m-meeting today, but when I went to get out of bed everything it just felt like I couldn’t do it.. and I started spiraling and I called Charlie and told her to go instead..” Luci explained through sniffles, clutching the blanket closer to his chest.

“Aww, darling.” You cooed lovingly, caressing his cheek, “How about this; I go run a nice, hot bath for the two of us, and then we can cuddle and take a nap, and then try to clean everything up. You can even bring in a few ducks if you want.” Lucifer perked up at your offer, nodding eagerly.

“Okay.” You smiled, chuckling softly, “Just keep your pretty little self here while I go run the water.” You said, getting up to leave, but you turned around as you got to the doorway. “Bubbles or no bubbles?” You asked with a knowing smile.

“…Bubbles, please.”

Velvette had sent you off to go check on Vox, normally he comes out of his security room to check on either her or Valentino, or you, and surprisingly he hadn’t today

You worked for the Vee’s but you were also friends, you were important enough to be basically considered an honorary Vee member, but you were unimportant enough to be cut from big social events and have a fair amount of work dumped on you last minute — And you were an assistant (as well as partner) to Vox

You knocked on the door to Vox’s office room, when no response came from the other side you slowly opened the door, and you saw a very stressed Vox.

His screen was in his hands, letting out small sniffles, but he would glitch here and there as the watery tears shocked his chords.

“Baby, you good?” You asked, standing behind him.

He whipped around, scrambling to wipe away any remaining tears, “Oh- Uh- Yeah- I’m fine.” He muttered, turning back around.

“Were you crying?” You asked, hesitantly, you’d never seen him cry before, other than sex, you both had only been together a few months.

“What? No! I don’t do that shit.” He scoffed, it was clear he was getting defensive, he didn’t like to be caught like this, but he’d rather it be you than someone else.

“Vox…” You pushed, maybe you shouldn’t have, but you did anyway. “Fine. Rough day, okay? Work is stressful as fuck.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck from behind, “Do you wanna lay down? Maybe take a nap? And you come back in an hour or two?” You suggested softly, Vox could be stubborn as hell at times, and you weren’t trying to push your luck.

Vox hesitates momentarily, before muttering a small, “I guess…”

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webslingingslasher · 1 month

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ok this is random but😭

i had a dream the other day and idk why i didn’t tell you sooner bc it’s so you/trouble/us coded but i had a dream where i bit my man’s shoulder (im single) (hypothetical dream man) but i but it OFF and woke up crying like his flesh was in my mouth and there was blood and now i csnt jokingly bite my future bf bc i’m traumatised

oh my god. telling this to bf!peter im-

'wake up.' stiff pokes, your touch is swiped away. 'no.' you poke harsher, peter hisses around a breath. 'wake up.' he pulls towards the edge of his bed, you follow right behind.

'go away, i'm sleeping.'

'that's fine, i just need to tell you something.' peter lets out the most dramatic sigh you've ever heard. 'tell me.'

'i can't bite you anymore.'

two days ago you bit him so hard it left a perfect bruise in the shape of your mouth. when you saw it the next day, you cried and told him how sorry you were, peter said it was fine and it didn't hurt. it was kind of sad, peter had never seen you so guilty before.

'don't tell me you're still crying over that. it was an accident and i promise it doesn't hurt.' you frown, you weren't talking about that but you think that's where the idea came from.

'i just had a dream i bit you and like, i bit your arm off.'

peter rolls over, he's got two perfect arms. 'trust me, trouble. you've got jaws of steel, but they're not that strong.' peter's the one who brought it up, you point at the fading purple.

'i did that.'

'and it's still attached.' peter shakes his arm out, 'see? wanna give it a nibble?'

'no! no more biting. no biting ever again, i can't control myself, obviously.'

'it's a minor flesh wound.'

'for now! what if i gave you a staph infection?'

'you didn't give me a staph infection.'

'how do we know that?'

'because you didn't break the skin, trouble.' you stare at the mark, it haunts you still. your lower lip trembles, you hurt him. 'petey,' it's that broken voice, the one that makes peter feel like a teddy bear, the mix between bringing comfort and a sense of protection.

it's all it takes for him to scoop you into his hold. 'c'mere, give me a hug.' you press against him tight. 'i hurt you.' peter holds his lips to your forehead, you caused damage and he's comforting you.

'minorly. i’ve bruised you before, too. i didn’t beat myself up over it.’ you snort, he didn’t cry but he felt terrible. peter went in a little hard on sex one night, his fingertips bruised little marks into your hips where he held you. the next morning he kissed them over and over while he whispered apologies.

‘liar. you freaked the next morning.’ peter hums, he remembers. ‘of course i did. i bruised my girlfriend the same night i got her.’ you want to squeal, each time he says it feels like you take flight.

‘then you understand why i’m upset. i mortally wounded my boyfriend, the person i love most.’ you gasp, you hadn’t even thought of it like this, but it’s even worse.

you push back to stare into his eyes, your thumb brushes over the purple ring. ‘i hurt spider-man!’ you kiss over the bruise, you can’t believe you hurt your hero like this.

‘i almost bit spider-man’s arm off.’

peter rolls his eyes, ‘no, you almost bit your boyfriends arm off.’

‘spider-man is my boyfriend.’

‘peter was your boyfriend first.’ you hold up a finger, ‘technically- you told me you-‘

‘technically nothing. you’ve known peter for longer, that’s who your boyfriend is.’

you shake your head at him. ‘well, technically-‘ peter flips you to your back, you blink wildly at the sudden movement. ‘technically nothing. spider-man was collateral to get peter to be your boyfriend.’

you raise your eyebrows, peter hides his hands under the warmth of your shirt. ‘baby, i only said yes because i knew i’d be dating spider-man.’

peter pouts sympathetically, ‘i hate to tell you this, trouble. but… spidey is pretty upset about the impending staph infection. peter on the other hand… is strong and brave.’

you agree with him. ‘yeah! you’re the strong one, you can handle your arm being bit off. i mean, i’ll never bite you again, but you could handle it.’

‘trouble, as long as you’re the gnawing my arm off, i’d be fine with it.’ you pout up at him, peter thinks he said the wrong thing again and tries to backtrack.

you stop him. ‘i’m not sad, petey. i’m in love. you’d give an arm for me.’ peter gives you three quick kisses, ‘i’d give you anything.’

you murmur against his lips, ‘like being able to call spider-man my boyfriend?’ peter presses in harshly, you think he might’ve bruised your bottom lip in retaliation.

‘almost anything.’

#frat!peter drabbles

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rosyblooom · 22 days

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blooming season 🌷 (2) | ln4

"grief is just love with no place to go”

PAIRING: lando norris x fem nepo!reader WORD COUNT: 2.5k WARNING(S): mentions of death & blood, swearing SUMMARY: four years after she fled monaco, y/n is back on the anniversary of her father's death. however, an unexpected encounter with an f1 driver disrupts her plans.

part 1 | part 2 <- | part 3

You're not sure how much time has passed since you entered the car, but it doesn't matter. It feels like an eternity. Everything feels overwhelming today—you're the mouse in a world full of elephants, and you don't know how to cope. You want to scream, but your voice feels strained; you want to cry, but there are no tears left. All you can do is sit idly in what feels like a tiny lifeboat in an ocean rippled by giant waves crashing straight at you.

"Feeling any better now?" Lando's voice interrupts the silence, pulling you out of your daze.

You snap your head sideways to face the brunette boy, your brows furrowing as you simply stare at him.

"Hey," he sneaks a quick glance at you before focusing back on the road. "You've been quiet the whole ride. Are you feeling any better now?"

Narrowing your eyes, you fix him with a wary glare before rolling your eyes and bringing your feet to the edge of your seat, hugging your knees tightly. "What's it to you?" you finally respond, gazing through the window.

"Look, I'm trying to make things less… tense here. You could, you know, meet me halfway or something."

"How about you stop trying," you snap, glaring at the side of his face. "Just be quiet. Let's get your hand wrapped up, and then you can just leave."

Lando swallows, his eyes darting between you and the street ahead. "I don't think—"

You cut him off sharply, "Obviously, you just missed the freaking turn."

"What? No, I didn't, look," he points at the GPS that's currently rerouting. "Oh."

"Yeah…"

"No need to worry, it's already figuring out a new way. See?"

"Another inconvenience?" you ask, annoyance laced in each word. "Yeah, actually I do."

Lando purses his lips and drums his fingers against the steering wheel. "I'm guessing I'm the first inconvenience?"

"Wow, you can connect dots," you deadpan, sinking into your seat and resting your forehead against the vibrating window.

*********

The elevator door dings open, and you release a relieved breath upon finding its carriage empty. Lando enters first, settling into one side, while you press your back into the opposite wall.

"Let me guess," Lando begins, trailing his fingers up and down the row of twenty buttons, "your floor is the—"

"Sixth," you interject, your patience wearing thin as you take a step towards him and push the number six, causing it to light up.

Lando sinks his teeth into his bottom lip, nodding. "That was going to be my guess, you know?" He glances down at you, his gaze meeting yours briefly before drifting elsewhere.

Feeling hyperaware of his closeness, particularly the warmth emanating from him, you shift back into the opposite corner of the elevator, but he follows.

Your brow furrows as you grunt, "Personal space, remember?"

"Hold on a second." You feel the gentle touch of his hand atop your head, and moments later, he plucks something green from your hair, fixing you with a pointed look as he extends his palm to you. "A four-leaf clover," he exclaims, excitement glinting in his eyes. "Make a wish on it."

You swat his hand away from your face. "No thanks."

"What, there's nothing you want to have? Nothing you want to wish for?"

Sure, you have a wish—only one. You want your dad back, you want your old life back. The one that felt like summer every year, when there were no cold days.

Feeling the tightness in your throat as your vision blurs, you quickly blink away the incoming tears—you don't remember the last time you cried—and remark sharply, "No, I don't—nothing that's possible anyway. Keep it... or don't, I really don't care."

Just in time, the elevator door dings open, and you rush out of the tight space, desperate for more room.

*********

Fumbling with your key, it takes a few attempts before you finally manage to slot it into the keyhole, agitation coursing through your veins. With a satisfying click, you push the door open, only to find the apartment strangely empty.

Lando squeezes in behind you, causing you to stumble slightly before regaining your footing, shooting him a glare.

He strides down the hallway, with you trailing close behind, and into the brightly lit living room. The space is perfectly tidy, almost unnaturally so—there's not a single thing out of place.

"You sure you live here?" Lando glances back at you, eyebrows raised.

"No, I don't," you reply flatly, "this is actually where I bring idiot boys with no sense of self-preservation to kill."

Lando chuckles, his grin widening slowly. "So, you do have jokes then?"

You shrug and head down another hallway, making a beeline for your bedroom. As you push the door open, memories come flooding back—pictures of your dad adorn the walls, nestled in frames atop the dressers. It's like stepping into a time capsule; everything remains as it was four years ago, yet now it feels tainted.

Without wasting a moment's breath, you flip each picture frame on its head. The images taunt you with their stillness, incapable of conjuring the scent of Dad's favourite cologne or the resonance of his soothing voice. Pictures can't replicate the warmth of his hugs.

Once done, you kneel by your bedside table and retrieve a pair of scissors and bandages from the drawer.

"Now this looks more like it," a voice remarks behind you, causing you to startle and slam the drawer shut, rising to your feet. "This actually looks like someone lives here.”

Balling your empty hand into a fist, nails digging into your palm, you grit out, "I didn't tell you to follow me in here."

Lando raises his hands defensively. "I'm sorry, I was just worried. You were gone for a while, but uhm," he swallows, eyes flicking to the scissors you're clutching.

"Seriously?" you brandish the scissors, "I'm not going to stab you, if that's what you're thinking."

"Sure..."

With a sigh, you take a step forward, but he instinctively retreats, prompting you to shake your head and let out a chuckle—it's been awhile since you've done that.

"It's for the bandage," you remark, crossing your arms. "Also, you do realise you're the intruder here. If anyone should be scared, it's me. But I'm not a scaredy-cat, am I?"

"Neither am I," he insists, dropping his arms.

"Good. Let's head back to the kitchen, then."

*********

Lando leaps onto the counter, eliciting a groan from you as you cut the gauze into a shape that fits the wound on his palm.

Swiftly retrieving a clean tea towel from the cupboard, you situate yourself in front of him, arm extended. "Hand?"

He complies immediately, dropping his hand into your palm, and you begin to dab the skin around the cut dry. Once sure nothing is wet anymore, you reach for the gauze and carefully place it over the wound.

Lando hisses, causing you to tilt your head up, only for a sharp pain to suddenly spread atop your head. You both release loud groans, your hands instinctively moving to massage the throbbing spot on your head, while you watch Lando rubbing his chin.

"What the hell is your problem?" you finally manage after a while.

His eyes widen. "What the hell is my problem? You're the one who suddenly moved," he gestures to you, "you could've given me a heads up or something."

"How was I supposed to know you'd be hovering over me like some weirdo?" you retort.

Lando offers no response; instead, his lips gradually curve into a full-blown grin as he begins to chuckle.

You don’t react, simply staring at him blankly.

“C’mon, don’t lie now,” he says, tilting his head with a smile, “That was kinda funny, you have to admit.”

Despite theatrically rolling your eyes, a small smile betrays your true feelings. Still, you simply shrug and say, "Whatever."

"Alright, cool," Lando nods with a grin. "I'll take that. I'll take a 'whatever' anytime over all the other stuff you've been saying."

Taking the bandage from the counter, you close the gap between you, freeing his hand and delicately wrapping the bandage around the injury.

"You make me sound like a bitch," you mutter, flipping his hand over to inspect the wound. "I'm not—or at least I don't mean to be."

Lando props his free hand onto the counter behind him and leans back, raising his eyebrows. "To be honest, I thought that was the whole vibe you were going for."

You pause, setting the bandage roll on the counter and narrowing your gaze at him. Before you can respond, he quickly adds, "Hey, no judgment from me! I can handle difficult."

"Very funny," you say, shaking your head with a smile as you toss the tea towel into his face.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Lando chuckles, retrieving the towel from his face and sliding it out of reach. When his gaze returns to you, his smile fades, and he simply stares, causing your expression to falter and your eyebrows to furrow.

"What do you think you’re looking at?" you snap, feeling as if you're suddenly trapped in a glass cage.

Leaning forward, a slow smile dances along Lando's lips. "You’re very pretty when you smile," he nods, "you should do that more often, it suits you."

Your expression falters, and you feel your heart sink with guilt. Today marks the fourth anniversary of your dad's passing—the first time you’ve felt strong enough to acknowledge it, to face the hurricane head-on—and here you are, spending it laughing, as if it's not a day plagued with immeasurable sadness and pain.

Isn’t that selfish?

It sure as hell feels like it.

Just like that, the walls rise once more as you fix Lando with a blank expression, swiftly grabbing the bandage roll off the counter. "Let’s just get this done, okay?" Your voice is strained—it scratches at your throat.

"Did I say something wrong?" he asks, confusion swimming in his bright eyes.

You swallow hard and grasp his hand, continuing to wrap up the wound wordlessly.

"I’m sorry," Lando tries again, "If I said something wrong, I’m sorry."

Sighing, you shake your head, and though you feel his gaze piercing your skull, you refuse to tilt your head up to meet his eyes head-on. "Nothing to apologise for," you state quietly, focusing on the task at hand.

This is exactly why you keep to yourself—your pain is yours alone to bear; it's unfair to burden others with it. You're not the same carefree, easily agreeable Y/N you once were back then. That part of you left the world today, four years ago, with your dad.

"Done," you declare, cutting the excess bandage and patting it down. Then, you create some much-needed distance between yourselves, heading towards the sofa and collapsing onto it.

"You know the way out," you yell, squeezing your eyes shut as you focus on your breathing.

The calm doesn’t linger for long, though, when you fail to hear footsteps or the door clicking open. You shoot upright, only to find Lando at the tap, an empty glass in his hand.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you ask, propping your elbows on the couch’s backrest.

"Getting some water," he gestures toward the faucet and flicks it on. "I’m thirsty."

"You can do that at your own place."

"What, go home for water and then come back?" he shoots you a perplexed look before taking a swig from his glass. "Seems a bit extreme, don’t you think?"

Rising to your feet slowly, you make your way to the opposite end of the counter and lean against it, resting your hands on the cool surface. "And why would you even come back here?"

"For you to check up on me," he explains, waving his bandaged hand in the air, "make sure I don’t develop an infection. I’ve had one before, it was awful."

As if momentarily blinded by sunlight, you blink more than necessary as you process his words. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"The cut, it could get infected after being exposed for so long. So, I think we should wait out the day," he shrugs, "just to make sure it doesn’t get worse."

"And why can't you just go to the hospital?" you press, confusion evident in your voice.

His lips curl into a sly smile as he scratches the back of his neck. "I don't know, you seem to know what you're doing. I trust you."

His admission knots your stomach—you can't recall the last time someone willingly stuck by you after all your attempts at self-sabotage.

You're a pusher. You push and push until people fall off the edge of the cliff, leaving you in the comfort of yourself. So, this catches you off-guard. But strangely enough, the proposal doesn’t make you squirm with disgust, but rather... want? You're not quite sure; it's an old feeling, one you struggle to understand.

"Fine, okay," you sigh, shaking your head in disbelief at your own acquiescence. "I think you're being dramatic, but fine."

Lando nods, a grin spreading slowly across his face. "Great."

The weight of today bears down on you, a stark reminder of your initial plans—ones you can't simply reschedule. No, these you can’t ignore; they're a boulder in your road. Today is the day you will visit your dad; today is the day you will see his tombstone for the very first time.

"I've got somewhere to be tonight," you say, twisting your fingers into painful yet somehow soothing shapes. "So you'll have to leave then. And I’ve got to run some errands throughout the day, so you can, I guess, join me... or you can just stay here—stay out of my fucking bedroom—and yeah, watch TV or whatever it is you do."

"Got any food?" Lando inquires, swinging open your refrigerator doors to reveal painfully empty shelves, save for a lone box of leftover takeout from last night.

"That's a negative," he answers his own question, closing the doors with a sigh before turning to face you. "Can we grab some food while we're out running errands?"

Your stomach grumbles in agreement before you can respond, so you simply nod, snatching up your keys. "We should go now, then."

Lando falls into step beside you in the hallway, and you shoot him a sideways glance, adding, "We'll handle my errand first, then we can grab food."

He holds the door open for you, gesturing for you to pass through. "No complaints from me."

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TAGS: @leclercdream @evitarubio @landossainz @lottef1 @averymjn

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scoutswritingcorner · 1 month

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hi!! i saw your angel dust headcannons for a small cold reader and was possibly hoping i can request some angel dust comfort? my family’s been giving me a rough time lately and i just can’t seem to escape them :( i just want some fluffy spider cuddles (and mayhaps a raccoon demon reader 👀 it’s not needed it was just a funny little detail to add lol)

The Best Way To Comfort

Angel Dust x Male Raccoon Demon Reader

A/N: Hihi Anon! You’re request was so fucking adorable and I hope everything gets better my friend! Hope this brings a smile to your face and I was writing this with a Raccoon Demon reader in my mind!!

-🕷️ As soon as he sees you upset Angel is scooping you up in his arms and hugging you close. If you don’t want to talk to him about it, he won’t pressure you. He understands being closed off and unresponsive. But if you want to talk? He’s all ears baby. If you start crying, he wipes your tears away and kisses your forehead.

-🩷 Best cuddler around, he’s got all those arms for a reason and holding you against him is the best use of those arms second best to holding your hand. He also loves your ears and little bushy racoon tail (and how you're always grabbing things ya’ little thief-). His eyes widen in surprise if you allow him to touch your ears and tail.

-🕷️ He adores how short you are compared to him and will pick you up at random. Do not get me started if you start making those chittering raccoon noises, he will laugh and kiss your face. He thinks it’s down right adorable.

-🩷 This straight up became talking about raccoon things you do BUT- Some nights he wakes up to see you skulking around and if you get caught you freeze before slowly reaching for whatever you wanted. He finds it adorable but you are disrupting his beauty sleep and he will pick you up to bring back to bed, he’s not afraid of your growls and hissing.

-🕷️ Back to cuddles, laying your head on his chest floof and falling asleep with Fat Nuggets in your arms is a 100% chance of him snapping some pictures. His phone background is a picture of you having fallen asleep in a weird place and his lockscreen is of you and him at a bar.

-🩷 Sometimes when he can’t find Fat Nuggets around and he starts to freak out, he just lifts up your tail and finds the little piglet dead asleep curled up. This mostly happens when he comes home super late from work and finds you still awake but focused on something else.

-🕷️ Kisses? Are a must, he loves kissing you. Bending down and kissing you, picking you up and kissing you. That one time where you literally climbed your own boyfriend and kissed him. He loves it and the ways he can kiss you are endless.

-🩷 One time you were clinging to his back and he forgot about you for a moment and literally went looking around the hotel for you. He was in tears by the time Charlie brought it up and after that? He was embarrassed and won’t talk to anyone for an hour.

-🕷️Also can we talk about how caring he is? Like if you need to take medication? He’s set an alarm on your phone and he will text you as another reminder. Even when he’s on set, he has a personalized alarm for himself so he won’t forget either. Need help reaching something while you cook or want a snack that Alastor hides from you? It’s already in his hands.

-🩷 Angel Dust loves you so much and wants the best for you. For him? You’re the best thing that has happened in a very very long time and he doesn’t want to lose you. Not that he will, you got your little thieving fingers around his heart and you’re not letting go of your greatest treasure.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel imagine #angel dust imagine #angel dust x you #angel dust x male reader #hazbin angel dust #angel dust x reader #male reader #racoon anon

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luveline · 1 year

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could I please request rugby! James & shy!reader where he kind of freaks out because he sees bruises on her like "are those BRUISES??!!" thank you very much

thank you for your request my sweetheart ♥︎ fem!reader

James is used to bruises. He's covered in them day and night, the purple along his shoulders of an aggressive ruck or the darker red of a new skim on his knees when he eats it. He's not too proud to say he slips often, trips more, and so bruises are like second nature. He'd be more shocked if he didn't have a bruise or two.

That's why, when you peel off your grey cardigan in the doorway of his living room, he almost doesn't notice the bruises all over your left arm. Almost.

"Shortcake, what the fuck happened?"

You startle at his urgency but don't flinch. You never have around him, and he's glad to put you at ease even when he's being his loud, enthusiastic self.

"This?" you ask, lifting your arm.

Of course he means that, but he's sickly sweet in love with you. So he says, "Yeah, that," as softly as he can.

"It's embarrassing."

You hide your arm behind your back. James assumes the gesture to be unthinking, the same as your shy smile, and your shifting from one foot to the other. He'd usher you over to sit in his lap if he thought you'd oblige him. Instead, he stands up and walks over to you, turning the light on to get a better look.

The bruises are plentiful but not especially stark.

"Can I look?"

"Yeah," you say, offering your wrist.

He lifts your arm and leans down to inspect. They aren't fingerprint bruises, too big, and they're weirdly straight. He's boggled.

"What did you do?" he asks, voice lightened by a confused bemusement. He's hiding all his over dramatic worry.

You wince, and then smile at him even before you ask, "Won't laugh, will you?"

"That depends, sweetheart, and you know it."

It's like you can't help yourself, a little smirk that rivals his own. He's over the moon to see it, his shy girl so comfortable with him that you don't mind the embarrassment. "I shut the door on it."

He'd been expecting to laugh. Honestly, he can't find it in him. He knows the bruises aren't bad, but it must've hurt in the moment.

Your wrist is soft under his thumb.

"Why didn't you ring me?" he asks, frowning at your lovely face. He tries to sound sincere rather than accusatory. "When'd you do this?"

"It's not that bad, Jamie."

"Did you cry when it happened?"

Your silence says enough. He pouts at your and wraps you up in a careful hug, skewed sideways so he can press his cheek to the top of your forehead. You go limp quick, always so melted by his affections. He falls that tiny bit further into love. And he'd thought he reached the bottom already.

"You gotta ring me," he says.

"I would've if it was broken."

"But I wanna know when it hurts," he insists. "How am I ever gonna kiss it better?"

You laugh outright at that. "Gonna kiss my owies?"

Teasing is a good look on you, but James' number one perogative is embarrassing you, and so he lifts your bruised arm to his mouth and dots light kisses over every inch of contusion. He can feel you getting flustered, your naked skin heating under his touch.

#james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #james potter x y/n #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter fic #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #the marauders fanfiction #the marauders x reader #the marauders fanfic #james potter x fem!reader #james potter x reader fluff #james potter blurb #james potter drabble

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joshlmbrt · 6 months

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I’ll ruin it all over, i’ll ruin it for you.

[ say don’t go ]

summary; a lingering touch, the fabric holding steve together, the thought of him loving someone else, and no happy ending you or steve.

warnings; no happy ending, angst, the upside down, talks of injuries & blood.

an; i haven’t planned a part two, BUT if you guys request it, i might do a part two. IDK THOUGH, you let me know what you guys want 🫶🏻

A SPECIAL TAG!!!! : @hollandweather 🫶🏻

𖡡 EDDIE’S TRAILER.

“Nancy? Nance!” His voice sounds too far away for you, and it. . . kind of was.

Necks bent up to stare at the gaping hole that Dustin, Lucas, Max, Erica, and yourself had created for everyone to jump through - you had told Steve you’d be the babysitter this time, he gave you a simple kiss on your lips before stepping onto the boat.

Now, back in the upside down, he was begging Nancy to come back.

Come back to him.

You couldn’t blame him, at this point. You would’ve freaked out too.

But the look on his face when he first saw her again, the grip he had on her when she had come out of the trance, nose pressed to her forehead, you knew.

And you felt your heart shatter at the realization.

Steve still loved Nancy.

And you’re back - although not competing to try and get his attention - pining for him.

And even though Steve was a good person - a good thing that had happened to you - has slowly, but surely, turned into something you dreaded now.

His breath hitches when your hands gingerly pull the fabric of the blue and white striped shirt, that Nancy currently wore away from his waist, his blood seeping and staining the fabric.

“Sorry.” You say softly.

He shakes his head, hand coming up to hold your shoulder softly. “It’s okay,” He breathes. “I was worried about you.”

You smile, though it doesn’t meet your eyes. “I was worried about you.”

Your eyes peek up at him, meeting with his soft caramel eyes, the golden specs that you loved so much.

Your eyes finally dip down to his neck, a deep frown setting your features.

Still so pretty.

“I’m okay,” Steve reassures, thumb dragging across your jaw softly. “Don’t think to much about it.”

“I’m going too.” You shake your head, eyes looking back down at the bite marks, grabbing the gauze from where it rested inside the sink. Your words weren’t a lie.

You were going to worry about Steve. And his intentions.

Once your hands finish wrapping the gauze around his waist, he presses a kiss to your forehead before pulling you into a hug.

He smelt like he needed a shower, but you didn’t care.

Your hands wrap around him, hands resting on his back as you close your eyes.

“I love you.” He whispers.

A prickling sensation makes you curse internally, blinking quickly.

“I love you.”

𖡡 THE FIELD.

The sound of Eddie’s hammer beating nails into the metal lid of some trash can echos through the field.

You had finished with your own weapon, sitting by yourself on the steps to the RV you guys had stolen so recklessly.

Your eyes linger on everyone.

Eddie and Dustin.

Lucas and Erica.

Steve and Robin.

Nancy and Max.

You take a shuddering breath, looking away and down at your hands, your thumb dragging across your palm.

Your eyes take another glance up, noticing where Steve’s eyes linger before looking away.

Your chin quivers in thought before standing and making your way into the RV and plop yourself down on some chair.

Although you had chosen to sit in peace, you still felt to crowded.

The RV shakes slightly, Steve’s head of hair poking up before his face comes into view.

It was almost comical, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to laugh.

“Hey, what are you doing in here by yourself?” His voice was worried, so was his face.

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. He frowns, making his way over to you as he kneels in front of you.

“Hey, hey. What? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Crying? When did you start crying?

Then a sob escapes once you feel his hand rub at your arm.

His frown only deepens, standing and pulling you up as well, pulling you close. Your hair tangles in between his fingers, the shirt he had changed into was wet with your tears and scrunched up at the side from your fist.

“I need to let you go.” You finally say.

It takes a minute but his brain eventually short circuits once he figures out what you had said.

He pulls away, hands gripping your biceps.

“What. . . what are you talking about?”

“Even if it hurts me, I need to let you go,” You shake your head. His hands come up to rest against your wet cheeks, his own eyes becoming glassy. “You don’t love me, Steve.” You whisper.

“Don’t say that. I do love you-”

“- You love Nancy-"

His eyes squeeze shut, shaking his own head now. “Don’t. . . don’t say that.”

“And it’s okay,” You say softly. “It’s okay, I understand,” Your hand releases his shirt from your deadly grip and you clasp his cheeks softly. “I believed you did love me. . . But not anymore.”

“No, that’s not true. I still do. I don’t know why you’re doing th-”

“I’m willing to let you go to be happy with the person you want. And for you, I would do it over and over again if it meant being with you, even for a short while.”

“You don’t mean this.”

You rest your forehead against his softly, a sad smile on your lips.

“I love you, but I’m not for you, Steve.”

A small sob escapes his throat. Your lips press between his eyebrows, the bridge of his nose, and you pull away softly.

“Please,” His hand quickly grabs your wrist, fingernails scratching down your skin, red tracks in its wake. “Please, don’t leave me. You. . . You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

You go to open your mouth, but footsteps stomping up the stairs cause him to let go of your wrist, wiping at his eyes quickly and clears his throat.

“Get a room, you two.” Eddie makes a noise, pushing past you and plopping down on the couch.

Everyone takes their seats, you and Steve stare at one another quietly before you finally push away from him, sliding in to the small booth next to Robin.

Steve’s eyes still water, but he makes his way to the driver seat, sitting down.

“You okay?” Nancy asks, peeking over at him.

His eyes linger on you in the rear view mirror, a drained look on your face.

“No.” He answers honestly.

thank you for reading! comments, likes, feedback, and reblogs are always welcomed!

#stranger things one shots #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem #steve harrington x you #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington angst #joe keery x reader

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dido-main · 9 months

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welladay ● txt

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○genre: hurt-confort

○synopsis: txt comforting you after a crisis headcanons

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yeonjun

i think he would get on his problem solving mode. but not in the way like "if you sleep well, ..." or "if you gain confidence, ..." kinda way but actual advices.

the injustice probably bothers him too.

he will actually help you with the following solution, too.

but at that moment, he just tries his best to listen your problems and what you have been going through.

tries his best to not to say something that could upset you even more.

rubbing his hands on your shoulders and of course hugs

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soobin

he is the leader because he has great communication skills and lets be honest he looks like he listens everyone's problems so his s/o would be no exception.

he helps you find the solution yourself rather than directly comping up with it.

he leads the conversation that way and boom suddenly the crisis is just an obstacle that you can overcome.

he would lowkey cry with you tho...

like imagine him saying "everything will be okay." leaning his forehead to yours while you both cry

he is a simple man of course he hugs.

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beomgyu

nervous. he is nervous. basically freaks out as if they were his problems.

but doesn't show it. he tries to distract you and himself instead.

and when he feels your tantrum calms down, he actually starts to comfort you.

very kind words from such a lovely boy, he suggests to help you with what has been bothering you. even plans revenge if necessary.

he sings songs that feels like lullabies and warm hugs.

most of his comforting is physical touch. he caresses you, hugs you, kisses you, makes you lean your head to his shoulder.

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taehyun

even though he gives the vibe to be the logical one in these situations vibes for most people, i don't agree.

he knows emotions are necessary. he is not a teenage boy who keeps saying "facts don't care about your feelings."

senses that you haven't been letting yourself to feel your emotions so your outburst is no surprise to him.

listens to you and tries his best to understand you.

you both come out with options to solve what has been bothering you. and decide together

he isn't very touchy in these things but definitely hugs you.

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huening kai

the most unpredictable member imo. like i know he would definitely be there for you but i have no idea how he will be there for you.

my guess is on like beomgyu he distracts you, then comforts you.

you can't make healthy desicions with those intense emotions so he waits.

listens to you but not the most responsive. he waits for you to finish completely before he actually expresses his opinion.

hand holding and hugs. heavy emphasis on hand holdings. i won't elaborate

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genderfluid-insomniac · 2 years

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Aftercare head cannons with genshin characters if your choice? Like what do they do after an intense scene?

Or if you’d like something a bit more hurt/comfort, genshin characters reaction to their s/o calling out their safe word? Just a couple of suggestions that I hope will fuel your imagination ☺️

hi anon!! These absolutely fueled my imagination and I hope you like them!!

A/N This is technically NSFW but nothing 18+ is stated as it's all hurt comfort.

Characters: Scaramouche, Venti, Zhongli, and Childe

Aftercare head cannons with genshin characters when they’re s/o calls the safeword

Scaramouche

The balladeer lately is the most likely to freak out greatly but is quick to hide it, his comfort not being perfect since he’s not that familiar with comfort but will absolutely try his best.

He’s scared shitless since your the first person he’s ever loved and wanted to protect, swearing to him self that you’d always be safe around him and now he’s broken his promise.

Cradles you in his arms and pressed his forehead against yours, occasionally speaking apologies and praises of how you’ll be okay.

If you want something, it’s yours. He’ll have an agent bring it to them instantly to you both and then threaten to kill them if they say anything about what they saw, hugging you as close as he can against his heart.

“Shit- Love, I’m sorry. Y/N. What can I do? It’s alright- Damn it! i’m here, I’ll always be here.”

Venti

He’ll stop instantly and cup your face, looking for any distress that apparent on your face and cooing apologies to you.

Wiping away your tears away and grabbing a blanket to cover you with, cuddling your figure close to him but not before grabbing water and turning on the lights.

If you don’t want to be touched then he’ll gladly run a bath and try his best to comfort you without touching but if you do want physical comfort then he’ll reassure then he meant no harm and whatever you wanted would be yours.

After you calm down a bit and you’re able to talk Venti will lovingly reassure you that he will do anything in his power to prevent that from happening, strumming the string of his lyre and humming a nameless song in hopes of calming you down.

“Windblume?! Are you okay? Oh celestia! I’m sorry I didn’t notice sooner. Songbird, let me help.”

Zhongli

Will notice before you call out the safe word and probably ask if you’re okay, he knows something is wrong but doesn’t want to force you say something.

Stops and cradles you in his arms and whispers apologies, asking what’s wrong and leaning your foreheads against each other lovingly.

Zhongli is willing to wait as long as you need to collect yourself and tell him what happened, offering you space if you need it or peppering you in kisses for comfort.

He’ll feel guilty because he doesn’t know if he did something or if you got overwhelmed but he’ll start cleaning you both up and get some tea for you both.

“Love?! Are you alright? I’m sorry if I caused this but take this tea. I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

Childe

Along with Venti, he’s going to stop immediately and take your face in his hands, scanning your body to see if he harmed you in any way and murmuring soft praises to you while you tried to stop your crying.

Your lover is going to feel very guilty whether or not it’s his voice because somehow under his watch the person he loved the most got hurt and he couldn’t do anything but help comfort you.

Childe will hold you in his arms if you want to be touched and he’d tell you stories from his adventures to try and distract you, wiping your tears away and asking you what you need.

He will hold you in his arms and plaster you in kisses as long as you need him, finally relaxing when you slip into sleep and running his hand on your head.

“Y/N! Baby! It’s okay! I’ve stopped! That’s it. Deep breaths. it’s alright, sweetheart.”

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lyssak09 · 2 years

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Yander Number Five hcs

Five is a either a tunsdere or just a low ket yandere. At first

Five probably fell in love with you when you guys were teens. Then when he accidentally jumped too far he lost it when he saw your adult self dead with his family.

So during his time in the apocalypse he he hunts down things that remind him of you and search for ways to get back home.

One day while he was searching for supplies in a mall he found a manikin that looked like you. So he took it with him everywhere.

When Five eventually made it back to the "present" he ignored everyone else at Regionald's memorial. He made a bee line for you. He hugged you and didn't let you go while your mouth and the families mouths just hung open.

Somehow (your girl is too lazy to write how) Five managed to accelerate his growth and becomes your age.

Five is a possessive, manipulative, and a snarky clingy yandere.

He is more than willing to kill for you. If someone came on to you in front of him then he won't even have the decency to wait for you to leave so he can kill them.

Once he is done he is covered in blood and human bits. Five will sigh, grab you, and pretend nothing happened. If you cry or freak out while he tries to love on you covered in blood he will roll his eyes and tell you to shut up then kiss your forehead, smearing blood on you.

You tried to escape from him and leave the Hargreaves mansion after that incident but it didn't work well.

Five will guilt trip the hell out of you

"What do you mean you need space? I've been separated from you for years. And you're already trying to abandon me"

If you try to hang out with one of the other boys without him then he will be majorly possessive. He'll fight you on you having alone time. And if you somehow manage to get alone time then you better look around the corners. Because Five is more than likely watching from afar and drinking coffee

In a perfect world, where the world isn't ending, you'll be his perfect house wife

Five is very demanding and direct in letting everyone know what he wants and getting what he wants. No matter how much you argue or avoid him because of this. He will get what he wants.

Five will always be touching you in someway. Whether it be a hand on your hips to him sitting right next to you.

If he sees you hugging someone else (even his siblings) he will be pissed. You'll know that you fucked up when you see him clench his jaw, frown, and slightly clench his fists.

He will immediately pull you away and jump. Once you're both far away from anyone he tears a new one into you.

"You know you belong to me! No one should be touching you, but me!" He yelled as you started to cower. Maybe once upon a time you would have argued with him, but he took away whatever backbone you had (if you had one) a long time ago Five walks towards the wall next to you and punches a giant hole in it, causing you to jump in fear. "You touch anybody who isn't me again then they'll end up dead. And you'll get a punishment" he says an walks out the door to take a breather. You slowly slide down the wall and cry. You should have known better then upset him. Its all you're why he's mad right now. (That is pure Five manipulation right there my friends)

When you guys were kids he was also very possessive of you and your time then as well. How could he not be when you're so you. And he was especially extra possessive since you were the only friend the Hargreaves children were allowed to have. Which is remarkable since you are a normal.

Delores had to break up so many fights between Five and the other children because of his clingy and possessive tendencies.

Reginald used Five's love for you as a reward and punishment. If Five acted up then he wouldn't be allowed to see you. If he was good and trained extra hard then the more he can see you.

"The more you train Five, the more time with Y/N you'll be given."

You should have picked up on his unhealthy obsession love for you when you were kids. But you just couldn't see him in that light I guess.

If you had a crush on one of his siblings then he will be ruthless to them. Especially in dueling for training.

Since he has known you as kids then he'll know basically everything about you.

He will kidnap you, especially if you keep avoiding him. His yandere tendencies with increase 10 fold when he finally gets to reunite with you again. And since you can't jump like him, you're stuck at a home he found for the two of you.

If you need something from Five when you're kidnapped then he will negotiate with you. " I get no benefits from it. So why should I get you that? What do I get in return?" Which will cause you to give into whatever he desires at that point in time. Whether it be physical or verbal acts of love, you better give him what he wants or you're not getting what you requested.

If Five has had a hard day dealing with his family (who are searching for you) then you better behave, make him coffee/food, love on him, and tell him how much you need him. Or else you're gonna receive a pisser pissy Five.

In your little house he will have all your favorite things there for you. No matter what it be, except for certain things.

If you want a console of some sort then except parental controls on it. He isn't dumb. Five isn't gonna give you something that allows you to talk to other people to get help unless it has parental controls that block that.

Five's punishments are verbal, mental, and possibly physical.

If you piss him off enough, like by trying to escape, then he might hurt you in the crossfire of his rage. Your home will be a mess and you will be on the floor crying while holding your cheek.

Or if you refuse him and his physical touches then he might lock you in a room for a couple days. Five might also say somethings about how no one can love you because you're his alone.

"No one can love you after I claim you"

If you try to butter him up with you iniating physical affection he will give you a deranged smile and hold on to you like a python. And kiss you like his life depends on it.

But Five isn't stupid, he knows you're trying to manipulate him. (Which is silly, trying to manipulate the master of manipulation.) But he will keep his deranged smile and hold you. Because you're not gonna get whatever it is out of him. You might be able to "manipulate" him into getting a book or something, but really its just a reward for you initiating physical contact. Trying to manipulate him to make your escape easy is stupid.

If you do somehow escape (good luck with that, the house is basically escape-proofed, all the windows are bullet proof and painted shut, multiple locks on every door leading to the outside) then don't seek refuge with anyone you love, even the rest of the Hargreaves. Five is more than willing to kill them if it means he gets you back.

Five loves you more than anything, including coffee. Just be a good girl and love him. Or else you're gonna be in hell for a long time (better hope you get Stockholm Syndrome quickly)

Will you guys please request something. Its the only thing that really gives me the push to finish writing my drafts and stuff 😭. I have a list pinned of things I write for. So please feel free to request or ask stuff.

#yandere headcanon #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere male #yandere #the umbrella academy #umbrella academy #unbrella academy x reader #Number 5 #Number Five #number five #five hargreeves #five hargreaves x reader #yandere five hargreeves #yandere five hargreeves x reader #Lyssa's hcs #Miss Blue writing

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emmie-tt · 1 year

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Revenge

Elvis Presley x wife!reader

Elvis Presley x Wife!reader : he 0verd0ses at a show and you finally realize what's going on

WARNINGS: drugs, cussing

Y/N POV

As I stand side stage watching my husband I cant help but notice a few things...His balance is..off? He keeps stuttering and tripping over his words. The sweat is pouring down his face and its like he cant breath.

I look over at Jerry who also has a worried look on his face as he watches his best friend, he makes eye contact with me before walking over. "was he not feeling good or something?"

I shake my head no "he was fine...i-i don't know whats wrong.."

He sighs and grabs my hand leading me back to a more secluded area "i'm gonna tell you something but you've gotta promise to not freak out.."

I look at him confused "what? what's wrong?"

Jerry sighs "the colonel he...Elvis has been working himself to the point of exhaustion so the colonel has been having Dr. Nick perscribe him Modafinil...i-it's a drug that keep's you awake and stimulates your nervous system bu-"

I cut him off "I'm sorry what?! They've been giving him what?!"

He covers my mouth "y/n! shhh! Listen to me, freak out when I tell you why I think he's acting like that."

I sigh and move his hand off my mouth but let him continue talking "Elvis took 5 before the show...they are high dose tablets h-he might be overdosing.."

My eyes widen and that's when I hear gasps from the crowd and a thud, I immediately go back to the side stage to see my husband laying on the stage breathing heavily

My feet start moving before I can even register what's happening. I kneel down next to Elvis and gently push his hair off his forehead "Elvis!"

His shaking hand reaches up and rests on my cheek "h-hey now..n-no need for t-he tears pr-pretty mama..."

I smile softly as I gently stroke his hair "I n-need you to keep your eyes open for me okay? Stay awake El.."

He nods as his breathing picks up, I watch as he fights to keep his eyes open...inevitably loosing the battle as he goes unconscious

I look at Jerry who's on the phone with 911, I feel for a pulse and let out a sigh of relief when I feel one, it's light but there.

I look up when I hear a cane, my gaze immediately hardens as the colonel walks over to us. He goes to touch Elvis but I smack his hand away, I stand up "do. not. touch. him."

He look's at me with wide eyes "excuse me little girl. who do you think you are talkin' to me that way hm?"

I scoff and push him back watching as he falls. "I'm his wife. And i'm telling you right now if you so much as look his way i'm gonna be your worst fucking nightmare. do. not. underestimate me."

I turn and look at an officer who gently grabs my hand "ma'am, please calm down..."

I pull my hand out of his grip and watch as they wheel Elvis off on a gurney "don't tell me to calm down! this man- this monster has been pumping drug's into my husband and now- now I could loose him! So no, I wont calm down!"

Jerry walks over "y/n...let's go, we can deal with him later...Elvis needs you.."

I take a deep breath and wipe the tears off my face before I nod and walk off out to the ambulance

-TIMESKIP A FEW HOURS-

Y/N POV

I pace back and forth in the private waiting room as all of the Memphis Mafia and Elvis's parent's (cause I refuse to believe Gladys died 😭) sit waiting.

My head snaps over to the door when the doctor walks in "is he okay?"

The doctor nods "he's still asleep but he's gonna be fine...he's very lucky"

I walk over and hug the doctor tightly as I listen to Gladys cry out thanking the lord, I whisper my thanks into the doctors ear before pulling back

The doctor nods "you can go see him- two of you can go see him..." I nod and take a deep breath as the doctor walks out

Gladys stands up and walks over to me "lets go see our boy"

I nod smiling as Gladys hugs me tightly, I wrap my arms around her hugging her back

We make our way to Elvis's room and walk in as soon as we get there. Tears start falling again when I see him...Guilt and sadness hit me all at once..

"How did I not notice this..?" I walk over and sit down in the chair next to his bed and gently grab his hand

Gladys shakes her head and sits in the other chair "This isn't your fault. He's always been good at hiding things"

I sighs and lean back in the chair closing my eyes the exhaustion of everything hitting me all at once

-TIME SKIP A DAY-

I hang up the phone with Priscilla, who has been watching the kids while I stay with Elvis in the hospital, I sigh and lean back against the wall. He still hasn't woken up and my anxiety has been at an all time high. My hands run down my face and I walk back to his room only to find the doctor and nurses surrounding his bed

I walk in "w-whats happening? is everything okay? is he okay?" that's when I hear a chuckle...

The nurses move away from the bed and I make eye contact with my husband. Tears immediately start flowing down my face

"hey now mama. no need for tears, i'm alright" My body filled with relief as I heard the voice I had missed more than anything.

I walk over to the bed only for him to pull me down ontop of him. I go to sit up but his grip on me tightens as my sobs grow louder. "shhh.. my love, i'm okay. settle down now..i've got you..."

My arms wrap around him and I bury my face in his neck as he continues to comfort me. I take in his scent and his warmth and allow it to comfort me and bring me back down to earth. "i hate you..."

He laughs and kisses the top of my head "I love you to mama..so much"

I sit up still sitting on him "why- why wouldn't you say anything?"

He sighs softly and rests his hands on my hips "i'm sorry...i didn't want to worry you..and i just didn't realize it was getting bad..."

I sigh and lean down kissing his lips "i hope you know I fired the colonel..and Dr. nick...also might of threatened to kill him when he showed up here"

He laughs again and pulls me down to lay on him again "that's just fine with me..."

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@future-corpze @father-of-2cats

#elvis presley x wife!reader #elvis presley fic #elvis presley #elvis presley x reader #elvis presley angst #elvis presley imagine #x reader #neytirisl-t #jakesl-t #elvis aaron presley

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domxmarvel · 11 months

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Large lavender tea with cotton candy and a cookie sandwich

Vil x Gender neutral!Reader-Merfolk + ”You weren’t supposed to see me like this”

Merfolk were forbidden from going up to the surface and especially from talking to humans,although you weren’t known to follow the rules. You had even formed a relationship with a human,but you quickly developed feelings for him. And how could you not,he had all the allure of a siren with all the charm of a prince. You’d always meet him late at night since he was busy during the day but he always looked tired which made you feel bad about keeping him up longer. He usually told you about his day and sometimes even brought you trinkets,to which you did the same. You kept everything he gave you in a safe place that only you knew about. You had even carved his name into one of the shells you gave him,he gave you the most calm and real smile you had ever seen from him. You always felt like he was putting up and act and the smile was a crack in that facade,it was small but it was still progress.

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Two nights in a row he hadn’t shown up,usually he’d tell you if he was unavailable but he hadn’t mentioned anything this time. You were worried but still wanted to stay calm,so you decided to check one more time before you start freaking out. You heard someone run towards the ocean and quickly dipped under the surface and swam to hide behind one of the rocks. Peeking out you say that it was Vil but he was crying,which made you question whether or not you should even approach him. You decided to go to him,and try your best to comfort him. You swam slowly so as to not startle him,but he heard you anyway and quickly looked up at you.

“Vil” He had tears streaming down his face,smudging his makeup. You reached your hand out and he quickly wiped his face and looked away as you moved closer,you didn’t want to touch him without his permission.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this”

“Vil,you don’t have to be perfect around me. I just want the real you”

“What if the real me isn’t good?” He turned to face you completely,you reached your hand out and waited for him to give you permission before you cupped his cheek,wiping his tears away before you kissed his forehead.

“The real you is amazing even with any imperfection you might have” You hugged him,carefully holding him in your arms.

“Y/N” You slowly moved away from him to see his face. “Thank you”

#vil x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit #twst vil #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland vil #twisted wonderland x reader

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baraqi · 2 years

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I’m sry, my internet is freaking slow right now and I’m not able to read your card, but there is a scenario I really need you to write!!😫😫

How about Sunoos reaction to his s/o falling into subspace? 🫣💕 Omg I think he would be a bit teasing at first, but will handle you so gentle. And the aftercare?! MY HEART-!!! Please we need this😭💕

Anyway I hope you’re having/had a great day!!

Love ya!!!🖤🖤🖤

thank u ily toooo <33 and this is the kind of stuff that makes my brain start shaking so i’m on it‼️

he’s already very attentive during sex, before he does smth he looks at u to make sure ur comfortable.

so when he’s on his knees between ur legs with his fingers exploring ur walls, he notices how ur starting to go limp underneath him, but when he slows down and asks if ur okay, u whimper and bring his hand back to ur cunt. “i just can’t say no to you, can i?” he says as he kisses ur forehead.

when he pulls away and looks at ur face, he sees how ur mouth is slightly open, ur eyes bleary with a tear slipping out, and hips trying desperately to reach his clothed cock. “aww princess,” he coos, “where’d you go, cutie, hm?” he gets close to ur face, his breath grazing ur cheek, “you want me, baby?”

u whimper and nod, another tear starting to make its way down ur cheek. u let out a meek and desperate “please.”

he holds ur hand as he rocks his hips into u, shushing u every now and then n kissing ur tears away.

he gently tilts ur head towards him, making u lean into his touch. “pretty little thing. baby was made for me, isn’t that right? all mine,” he breathes as he kisses ur lips softly.

“‘m gonna-” u stutter out before his lips turn rougher against urs and his thrusts become more powerful, fingers rubbing circles on ur needy bud. “go ahead, princess. make a cute little mess for me.”

u feel ur high course thru ur whole body, ur thighs shaking as u cry out in pleasure. he softly kisses all over ur face to calm u down, then ruts into u a final few times to spill his hot cum inside u, groaning heavenly into ur neck at ur spent cunt still hugs his cock.

#enhypen hard hours #sunoo hard hours #enhypen smut #sunoo smut #baraqi sunoo

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Untiteled Aemond x reader x Osferth.

This ended up to be angstier than I thought, SFW but triggering for Aemond's experiences and self loathing.

Thinking about a threesome with Osferth and Aemond. At a first glance Aemond would appear the kinky one who fucks you hard, and Osferth the one who is sweet in his lovemaking. This is so very wrong.

Under his cute appearance, Osferth is a freak. Granted, he wouldn't do a thing that would harm you, he loves you so very much his heart will burst one day, but once he has had an idea on what sex is, your consent and your hard limits are the only limit.

On the other hand, Aemond is still so traumatized by his one and only experience at the brothel, has such self-esteem issues from the bullying and losing and eye and a huge case of imposter syndrome that no dragon or fighting skill will cancel, that he can't believe that you would: a) want him, b) love him, c) want Osferth as well because your heart his so big that you can love the two of them, and not because deep down you know that Aemond will be a failure. It breaks your heart that Aemond thinks so lowly of himself and it takes hours and hours of talking to him to help him grow more secure of himself. You spend your nights hugging him, just realising how touch and love starved the lad is. You cry when he is asleep, for he never deserved the pain he had been through.

When he agrees to bed you and Osferth, he is adamant that the eyepatch stays on and his hands shake so much, when the three of you enter the bedroom, to the point that Osferth is ready to call the whole thing off. He wants this, but God is his witness, is not going to harm the other man. But Aemond is so stubborn, he will do this and is ready even though he is so scared and doesn't want the two of you to notice. You two do, though, and spend the night just curled around him, caressing his long hair and making sure he feel safe and protected.

For the first time in his life Aemond doesn't feel less of a man for his feeling and insecurities and for needing someone else's protection.

Aemond falls asleep with his head under your chin, Osferth plastered against his back (Aemond would have never imagined to trust someone to the point of doing this) and you arm reaching over to hug the two of them. The idea of making love to someone, two someones at this point, doesn't scare him as it did before. Just before he falls asleep, he promises you he will deliver the next time, you just kiss his forehead and tell him you three have all the time in the world.

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #osferth x reader #aemond targaryen #osferth #osferth x y/n #aemond targaryen x reader x osferth

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pearldog30 · 1 year

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Howdy do ! May i ask for a simon x reader who has the same traumatic experience with toxic father( a cheating narcissist piece of shit) and she had a hard time believing anyone but still she listens to everyone's venting but never say anything about herself to anyone? Also she is very quiet and doesn't like socialization much?

A step in the right direction.

But I hope this is exactly what you asked for. and it's everything you thought it could be this is my first time doing a request! (I also throw in a little bonus for you, hopefully it makes sense. I may have went a little off topic on how y'all meant but it's fine....) This is also on the longer side of the story so enjoy! 🖤 (I'm not going to lie I'm so freaking nervous when you read this because I really hope it's what you wanted)

Simon Riley x gnreader

This was also requested you are a civilian reader.

Other works 👉 Master list

Warnings| abuse, childhood abuse, mention of alcohol,

As you sat in bed, In your dark single bedroom apartment crying to yourself. So overwhelmed with all the feelings, you've been keeping in for so long. being everybody's Rock to study on. but never having a rock to steady yourself on. Eyes swollen from tears, nose runny. in the corner of your eye you catch your phone screen light up, you try to ignore it. but your curiosity got the best of you. You pick up your phone and the light flash from it blinds you, you're swollen eyes. And you notice a message on it.

Big lover boy 👻🖤

I'm here let me in.

Confused you put your phone back down. Quickly turn on the lights, adjust yourself so it didn't look like you've been crying for hours. As you walk through your apartment, to the front door to let Simon in. you can't help but feel your heart racing hoping to God, he doesn't notice that you've been crying. because you knew deep down he notices every. single. little. detail. As you open the door you're greeted with your tall husky hulk of a man boyfriend "hey!" He says quietly walking in quickly from the cold rainy weather. Quickly shuffling his Boots and coat off by the door, "hi baby" you say quietly thanking God, he still hasn't noticed how puffy your face is from crying. As he turns around from taking his boots off, to give you a quick kiss on your forehead. as his way of saying he loves you, y'all haven't made it that far yet. Your heart drops that's when he notices, he slowly stops in his tracks giving you a concern, yet confused look. Thinking he did something wrong, he reaches his hand out to put on your shoulder so gentle, so soft, so loving, yet so concerned, All in One touch. In a calm, yet gentle, and Stern voice. he says "what's wrong sweetheart" the only thing you can muster up to say was "nothing I'm okay" quietly, And Simon knew that was a complete bullshit lie.

A part of him knew better than not to poke and push. and then the other just wanted you to tell him everything every. single. little. piece. on what was wrong, so he could find a solution to fix it. He never liked seeing you upset/stress. but this was also the first time he's seen you with watery eyes, and he didn't realize how much it truly broke his "cold" heart. until that very moment, gently resting your hands on his chest. you look up at the very mountain man of your boyfriend "would you like me to start us some tea" you say trying to change the topic, and make all your thoughts and feelings go away. So you could be happy your boyfriend's there with you. He gently shakes his head politely declining your offer. "I'm afraid not you know how I get when I have tea late" he says still maintaining eye contact.

You gently grab his hand hugging him with you into your bedroom and he obliges following you more than happy. Honestly all you wanted was to lay in your bed with your boyfriend, and just soak in the moment, forget about everything, and just let the world surround you and him, like y'all are the only beings left. As you walk over to climb in bed, you look over and see Simon pulling off his shirt, and jeans, and putting on some basketball shorts. he left at your house from a few of the nights he spent. And this made you stop in your tracks, even though you've seen him do this a 100 times. it still mesmerizes you every time. the way his shirt tightly pulls over his biceps, the way his chest slowly rises and falls, the way his scars stretch across his skin ever so slightly. As he looks back over to you a light blush spread cross his cheekbones, thankful it's dark so you can't really tell. chuckling to himself, as he walks over to your queen size bed. that fits you perfectly, him not so much but y'all somehow make it work. As he crawls in the bed and situates himself, so he's comfortable pulling you close to his side. y'all laying there in silence looking at each other, and the way y'all look at each other, hold each other, says more than a million words could ever describe. As you lay there quietly watching your very much over exhausted, overworked, Simon peacefully doze off.

You can't help but start digging into your past, going down memory lane remembering how y'all met.

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1 year prior.

Your best friend, Hayden price. the only person you trusted and led into your life. Invited you over to her house, cuz her dad was throwing a little party. and he told his daughter he could invite one of her friends, so she wouldn't be as bored, around her father, and all of his teammates. that he was throwing a celebration for yet another victory in his pocket that was worth celebrating. You were more than happy to accept the invitation and celebrate that her father came home back safe again. Because to you her dad, was also your dad. He knew how bad your life was. So he took you in as his own. Wanting to show you how you should be treated/how valuable life was and you were no exception, to that rule. You were in a dark place when you met him, and he was that little light at the end of the dark tunnel. To say you were grateful for him was an understatement. He was the dad you didn't know you needed.

As you entered the house you were greeted with the light smell of alcohol/cigars and you knew you were in the price family home, Warm and welcoming. As you took your shoes off by the door your friend came up next to you greeting you in. but that was short-lived because the sound of light drunken laughter and yelling filled your ears. But this time it wasn't in panic you need to get out of here away. No it was warm and welcoming as you could get and you were grateful for it grateful that you found a family, that took you in. that you could call home anytime you needed. As your friend walked you into the massive elegant kitchen/dining room were the party was being thrown you were greeted with a warm Pat on your back, None other than John Price himself. When you turn to greet him you couldn't help but your eyes catch the large group of men, behind him. More specifically the one sitting in the corner, with a basic Black tactical mask on. he caught your eye out of all of them something about him, gave you a warm feeling and you don't know why. You didn't trust men, not even your own. so why were you so eager about him, he looks massive. men like him usually make you turn the other way. Price caught you staring a bit too long though. Which was on your downfall, cuz you never ever let anybody know who your friends with/who you're interested in. So price in the most dad fashion, way he could somehow got you to sit right next to him. To say you were nervous was an understatement. So why would you be so nervous you're never this nervous in this warm welcoming setting around men like him, but for some reason he was different you could sense it.

As you were sitting next to him. You have no idea what told you to do this, you were the quiet, skittish, girl always never the one to start a conversation. but you somehow, gathered up the courage to start small talk with him. As you were talking with him you couldn't help but feel like you were annoying him. so you kind of just backed away from the conversation, but you couldn't help but feel his eyes constantly on you, watching your every movement like pray.

As it got later into the night. price told you to stay the night cuz it was late, and he didn't want you leaving that late by yourself. So you did as you were told. But you couldn't help but kept on thinking about that man and the little conversation you two had. The way he responded with that heavy British accent of his, something about it made your heart skip a beat, and you hate it cuz you didn't understood why. As you were staring off into the universe, playing the conversation over and over in your head your friend interrupted you.

"y/n are you seriously still thinking about Simon" she says with tease and curiosity in her voice. "NO" you say back a little too fast to function what she just said. "OH MY GOD YOU ARE" she says excitedly in a fit of laughter. "Dude you can't even deny it I saw the way you two were looking at each other that entire time" she says through laughter "no we weren't" was literally the only defense you had "yes you were you liar. Anyways what do you want to know about him I got some tea on him" you gave her the knowing look of wanting to know more about him, but not wanting to admit it. And then from there she goes on to tell you a little bit about him that she knows. "yeah and to top it all off he's my dad's right hand man I know that for sure" she says in a serious tone "how about this the next time we throw a party/he's here I'll invite you over so you can talk with him a little bit more"

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Smiling to yourself, happy at the way that turned out. you still don't know how you got so lucky with him, but you're more than grateful. And then things take a turn for the worst, your mind starts going back to your childhood, making you remember all the awful things you've had to witness/go through still haunting you to this day.

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When you were 9.

As you were sitting in your room, under your covers shaking to death from being petrified. Hearing the yelling in the distance, from your abusive father who only cared about himself. Trying to drown out the noise, and think of happy memories, before you know it you hear your bedroom door slammed open, and this caused you to jump. "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU" you're abusive father screams in your face, grabbing you before you could even realize, shaking you around by your shoulders bound to leave a bruise. But you don't say anything, never. You tried to conceal your cry's, the best you could cuz you knew it would make the situation worse. but you were unsuccessful, And you knew the consequences. "OH NOW YOU'RE CRYING FOR NO REASON YOU KNOW WHAT" he says anger filling his voice even more, and at this point you were trembling shaking with fear. "I'LL GIVE YOU A FUCKIN REASON TO CRY" he says through breaths "SINCE YOU WANT TO BE AN UNGRATEFUL LITTLE WHORE. AND TAKE EVERYTHING THAT I GIVE YOU FOR GRANTED, I'LL SHOW YOU THE GODDAMN CONSEQUENCES. HELL I SHOULD JUST THROW YOU OUT ON THE STREET, SINCE YOU WANT TO BE SO GODDAMN UNGRATEFUL, YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW LUCKY YOU ARE TO HAVE ME." At this point you're sobbing. And right before his hand is meant with your cheek.

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You somehow shake yourself out of that moment, shaking tears streaming down your face, having a panic attack. not realizing your lover Simon is right next to you, holding you gently trying to make you come back, and calm you down. but this startles you and makes you jump from him, thinking it was your father. " hey hey" he says severely worried yet so calm for you "baby it's me I'm right here" his hand reaching out to you hoping you're back in the present. You willingly, shakily, grab it, trying to calm yourself down. you don't want him to see you like this, you hated when people saw you like this. it reminded you of the past. Simon being a veteran of panic attacks, so calmly helps you breathe in through your nose, and out through your mouth helping you calm down.

Once you calm down some Simon wraps his arms around you, so gently, knowing the slightest movement could trigger another one. "Sweetheart" he begins. "Please tell me what's going on and don't say nothing because you and me both know it's not true" he says in a Stern yet gentle tone. "Trust me I know it's not easy talking about this stuff. but keeping it in, it will kill you. and I can't just stand by and let that happen" he finishes. And this sentence is what finally broke the bottle. You've never heard him so vulnerable, so concerned, so worried, in the time you've been together until now. So for the first time you let him in. you let him see that wounded, scarred, little kid. that never got the proper healing they deserve.

As you tell him everything through tears. he's looking at you with the most contentive, steady eyes, watching your every word, taking everything in, not missing a beat. And when you finish. He begins" you know my father would beat me every night, and my mother, I know what it's like to go through that." He says looking away from you like he's ashamed, but you gently pull him back towards you. wanting him to finish, but not pushing it. "So I know firsthand what it's like. and I know saying this won't change anything. Bu-" he chokes he's trying to hold back everything, he knows he has to. Because for once you actually have a rock to lean on. he knows you never let anybody see you like this. He understood how much of a big step this was for you and him. "But maybe it would help knowing that having someone who understands could help" he finishes. And has he does he didn't realize the weight that was lifted off of him. You gently pull him in for a kiss, hugging him ever so tightly. trying to assure yourself that this is real, it's not a dream, and that you do actually deserve this.

As you sat there him holding you much smaller body, his nose pressed to your forehead. He whispers ever so quietly almost like a prayer" I love you" and you just barely caught it. And in a way this makes you panic, because every time you've been told someone loves you, it was a lie, you had a hard time believing everybody after what your own did to you. Hell after what just happened you're still trying to reassure yourself, and tell that little demon in the back of your mind that this is real, he is here, he's to stay, and He does care. Your hesitant to say it back to him, because well he's the same way. But you fight that demon knowing if this is real, he won't backstab you with it. "I love you too" you mutter back. And the way he looks into your eyes, tells you he's trying to tell your stubbornness, your demons, that you really do deserve this. hell to him you deserve someone better than him, you deserve the world.

And little did both of you know, after this night is what changed everything. y'all's relationship took one giant step in the right direction, you wouldn't know it now but you're sure as hell were grateful for this night when you look back.

And that's going to be the end for this I hope you all enjoyed and love this as much as I had fun making it. I wanted to do a soft Simon for this cuz it just made most sense. Anyways I hope you all are having a good day/night. reblogs and comments are always appreciated 🖤

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