Hi! I was wondering if you could write an Angel Dust x reader (platonic) Oneshot. Where the reader is sad and just lying in their bedroom. And Angel Dust tries to give their friend some comfort and tries to make them feel better. Like maybe he does their makeup, they both dress up and go out into the city. And maybe Cherri Bomb joins them. But If your not comfortable writing this then thatโs totally fine ๐
of course! i love writing comfort fics!๐
๐๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ'๐ฌ ๐๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐๐ฎ๐ญ! โ ๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ฅ ๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ & ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข ๐๐จ๐ฆ๐
๐ ft : (platonic) angel dust x gn!reader x cherri bomb
๐ cw : fluff, bit of angst, mostly fluff, hurt/comfort
๐ summary : after lying in your bed for a couple of days, angel takes it upon himself to get you up and out
๐ wk : 1.4 k
๐ note : awwww we all need friends like these two!
It had been two days straight. I mean... so far. You couldn't really tell what time it was right now. No sun poking through the crushed velvet curtains of your room, or a clock within your reach to tell.
You sighed, rolling over onto your side, shifting in the covers of your bed feeling all but empty inside. The tears of yesterday dried and itchy on your skin.
Today, like yesterday, there wasn't a reason to get up.
Giving into the thought, you closed your eyes, beckoning sleep to wash over you again despite the fact you weren't tired. Just passing time.
Who knows if you found sleep, because the next time you woke up-maybe an hour or five minutes into your nap? There was a loud banging on your door.
"Hey! Get the fuck up and let me know you're alive!" You heard Angel's voice through the oak barrier.
You groaned softly, heart thudding in your chest. You didn't really want him to come into your room right now, seeing as the place was a mess and lets face it- so were you.
You let him knock until the noise stopped completely, leaving only a lingering shame hanging over your body for ignoring him.
What kind of friend would do that?
Then, there was a crunching sound coming from your door.
You finally sat up, watching as the lock from your door slowly rotated and finally clicked open. Angel's head peeking through the gap.
"Damn, you look worse for wear."
You didn't give him the satisfaction of an answer. Only grumpily rolling onto your side away from him.
The bed dipped next to you, the sheets you so desperately clung to stripped away.
"Get up. And take a shower," Angel smirked, pair of hands on his hips as he started pushing you off the bed.
Each nudge pushing you an inch further off the mattress until all you could do was throw your legs over the side and finally stand up.
Angel took your hand gently, guiding you to your bathroom and stuffing you inside. "Use shampoo!" he yelled out through the door, huffing at you and letting his arms drop to his side. "It'll make you feel better!"
The hot water relaxed your body beyond measure. Washing grime and the hopeless feeling that clung to your skin. The gentle pressure ebbing and beating against the back of your neck.
When you finally came out of the bathroom, you found Angel Dust cleaning up. Your bed made nicely with new sheets, as he tossed clothes that littered the floor into a pile.
"Heyy, look who's finally looking the part," he teased, his arms outstretched to rub your biceps.
It made you smile, clad in his fluffy white bath robe he had lent you. "You... You didn't have to do all this Angel," you said sadly, letting your eyes roam over the clean room.
"Nah, its no biggie," He walked over to your bed, producing a tiny hot-pink bag that was stuffed to the brim with makeup and all sorts of tools and brushes "Who else would I go out with tonight? I had to get your sorry ass up." He joked, taking a seat on your bed and patting the spot next to him for you to sit.
The offer genuinely warmed your heart.
Angel instantly got to work, cupping your face and pulling you closer so that he could work without interruption.
Then, the door to your room busted open with a loud bang!
"You girls ready to get fucked up tonight!?" Cherri smiled, her sharp teeth gleaming. Holding a makeup kit of her own, high above her head like a coveted prize.
The two of them sat at either side of you, cross legged and hovering close to your face. Angel cupping your jaw to keep you still while Cherri did your eyeliner, her hand resting softly on your temple to steady her hand.
"Keep your eyes closed!" She giggled, suddenly slipping into an uncharacteristic silence as she focused.
Well- the both of them were quiet, bated breaths as Cherri finished applying the black liner with a simple flourish.
"Aw there ya are gorgeous," Cherri smiled, holding a mirror up to show you, and your jaw dropped. The eyeliner perfectly suited to your eye shape. And incredibly fucking clean.
"Holy shit," you murmured, leaning closer to the mirror to get a better look, earning giggles from your friends.
"Not done yet, babe," Angel laughed, swiveling your head to look at him now. Cherri offering and handing him lip liners and glosses like a practiced doctor-nurse duo.
"How many times have the two of you done this," you mutter, Angel squishing your face to keep you still.
"We hang out all the time! Bout time you joined us," They agreed, genuinely having fun with you. A new face to doll up for a night out.
"Liner," Angel held his hand out, the thin pencil appearing in his hand as Cherri dug around for it.
You parted your lips softly like Angel instructed, the man in front of you applying it gently, his tongue poking out in concentration.
Every step the two of them made with you filled you with warmth. The dreary days literally melting away as the two gossiped to you. Angel spilling secrets about Val and the other V's, while Cherri promised to 'kill the fuckers' the moment she became an overlord. Laughs filling the room that was once clouded with sorrow.
Eventually, Cherri was sitting behind you, brushing your hair gently while the two of you judged Angel's outfits he presented to the two of you. Holding up two at a time with a smile. Looking for honest opinions.
"What the fuck Angiee?" Cherri whined, pointing the brush in her hand at the left one he held. A hot pink shirt that dipped low on the collar, filled with fishnets, boots and a skirt. "Don't just throw your clothes in there! I need to see my fucking jacket on this body!" She whined, Australian accent thicker when she was upset, shaking your shoulders to put emphasis on her words.
Like before, the two of them stuff you into the bathroom and waited outside. Getting themselves ready too while you dressed.
With a moment to finally have to yourself, you paused.
The person on the other side of the mirror wasn't the person you had saw merely an hour ago. Dark sleek liner and light mascara. . . Angel's perfect, deep pink lipstick outlining the plushness of your lips.
It was a sight to behold, truly.
The work of your friends transforming you into a. . . a sweet looking person.
You pulled the outfit they complied for you onto your body. The shirt leaving a heart-shaped cut out in the center of your chest. And Cherri's favorite leather jacket over your shoulders. The sleeves stopping just before your elbows, lined with pink feathers around the cuffs and wide collar.
Although a little hesitant, you poked your head out of the bathroom, feeling new to this. A little lamb stumbling out into the field for the first time.
"Goddamn!" Cherri howled, shamelessly praising how good you looked, pulling you out of the bathroom fully to get a proper look at you. "Told ya my jacket would looking fuckin' amazing on ya!" She gushed.
"My babies all grown up," Angel feigned tears. The two of them so overtly proud of their work, hooking their arms with yours.
Despite everything, feelings ebbing in your chest and rising to your head. . .
It felt good to be led out of your room, the two of them chatting and holding you close to their sides. Excited to finally step out of the hotel, coming up with the most insane plans and leaving the decisions in your lap.
"We could go get drinks? Go to a club? Maybe do something lowkey like a movie?" Angel listed off, glancing down excitedly at you.
"Oh! OH! We could go to LuLu World and ride the roller coasters until we're sick!" Cherri laughed, feeling more like a kid at the prospect. "Let's give hell a fucking run for their money!"
The two of them waiting for your answer, pulling you along as they clambered into the back of a cab, arms around your waist and shoulders.
Angel pulled out his phone, the three of your squishing faces together to commemorate the start of the wild night with a selfie, the two of them sticking their tongues out just to make you laugh.
