Ask Request: Hey there! It’s the season to be around family so: could I get an imagine where your S/O comforts you after being put down by your family during Christmas dinner and you’ve slipped away for a cry?
Imagine standing hunched over the bathroom sink, watching as your tears fall into the concave bowl. The noise of your family talking and laughing effectively cover up your stifled sobbing, but to know that they’re still enjoying themselves - after the stinging comments they made towards you, after their disagreement when you tried to speak - only made your tears flow harder.
And although at that moment you weren’t sure if you deserved it, you heard a soft knock at the door.
“(Y/N)? It’s me, (F/C)...May I come in?”
You immediately straightened up and try clearing your sinuses. Part of you didn’t want (F/C) to see you in this state, but part of you also knew that you desperately needed (F/C) by your side. Your gut instinct kicked in, and you slowly opened the door by a crack, just enough to let both of you see each other. (F/C)’s face initially beamed when they first caught sight of you, just glad that they could see you, but slowly worry crept through their face as they realized the rough state that you were in, and barrelled through the door to engulf you in their arms. Once you were firm in their grasp, and your face was buried in their shoulder, you grasped onto the clothes on their back, clinging to them with all your strength, and let the tears flow once again.
(F/C) begins to sway from side to side, and presses soft kisses to the side of your head. “Do you...want to talk about it?” (F/C) quietly asks, but you silently shake your head against their tear-stained shoulder. All you want - all you need - in this moment is their comfort, and they’re more than happy to oblige.
“That (family member) is lucky that I didn’t hear what they said...If I did, then I’m not sure I’d be able to hold myself back from fighting them...” (F/C) murmurs in a half-joking, half-serious manner. You can’t help but snort in amusement at the mental image, and (F/C)’s heart lightens in relief.
“Though...To think that your own family has the gall to treat you like this...To treat someone so funny, delightful, amazing, like this...” (F/C) trails off, and you look up from their shoulder, meeting their solemn stare with your red eyes, awaiting their next breath.
A small smile tugs at the corners of their mouth. “Why don’t we go home, (Y/N)? I think...you deserve a holiday spent with people who truly love you...” (F/C) offers, and you accept without any hesitation. You can feel tears welling up again, but this time, out of the pure love and appreciation you and (F/C) share, and knowing that no matter what, (F/C) will always be here for you.
