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I woke up groggy and tired, attempting to get my weak and starved body to sit up. I've finally given up after countless of escape attempts, I don't think I'll ever see the light of day again. Yoongi brought me here a few months ago, or at least, that's what he says. For all, I care I could have been stuck in this damp and dreary basement for a year.
I've resulted to just giving a silent protest and refuse to do anything he says, but I don't know how long that'll hold up. I stare at the ground for a bit, fidgeting at the shackle on my leg, a mark showing on my leg after months of use. Is this going to be my life forever now? The door to the basement opens up as the blinding light cascades over the dim basement. I continue to look down, not wanting to connect eyes with my captor. "Y/N?" He asked, approaching me. I don't give a reply and continue to stay silent. "Still not replying, huh?" He spoke as kneeled down to my sitting height. Suddenly, his hand grips my hair and pulls harshly. I let out a yelp and try to struggle my way out of his grip, but he's stronger than he actually looks. He let out a small chuckle before releasing his grip on my hair and roughly
pushing me to the floor of the basement. "Answer me when I talk." Yoongi scolded. "Anyway, I wouldn't have come down here for no reason." He continued, "Happy birthday, Y/N." I peer up at him, today was my birthday...? "I brought some gifts for you," Yoongi slides over a small piece of a cake. It looked like it was handmade, though I don't really feel like eating anything from him. Though, I don't really have a choice here. My stomach is already as empty as it is. I nervously pick up the plate, as I could feel Yoongi 's eyes staring at my every move. Though, before I take a bite of it, Yoongi takes the plate away. "Say ah~" He spoke as he proceeds to spoon-feed me. This is absolutely disgusting... He acts as if he hadn't kidnapped me. Still to starved and tired to fight back, I go along with it. He seems content. This goes on for a while until the plate is entirely gone. Ugh, I just want to collapse into a long nap so I don't have to see him anymore. "And now, for the gifts." Yoongi comments. Gifts...? Wait, does that mean I'm going outside...?
Please be something I can use to escape! I ponder on in excitement to see the 'gift' he was talking about. He goes back up to his house, and I continue to think upon ideas of what it could be. The basement door opens once again, and I see the figure of an item he was carrying. It was an ax. I quickly back up to a corner away from him. What the heck is he planning?! "I've put a lot of thought and effort into this gift, so I hope you'll appreciate it." He smiles and grabs onto my arm. I struggle to get out of his titanium grip as he lays me onto the floor. "Stay still, okay? You wouldn't want me to accidentally hit something vital." He commanded as he lifted up the ax with all his strength. I try to move out of the way, but the ax digs into my leg before I can. I scream out in pain, I don't want this-! My head gets fuzzy as I lose more blood every second. The pain gets number and number as my consciousness slips away.
"Don't worry, I'll make sure to patch you up before you lose too much blood, now you can't run away, ever."
Hey there, I liked your reply to the other ask, and the idea of comforting Michael. He sounded so hurt <\3
Then I had another one, but these is more especific, would he got some kind of trauma? Like, I can imagine he got a level of ptsd by all the situations he had passed through, and it could potentially got worse after cage, since he was locked with his brother and them prolly passed all this time fighting. Would the reader noticed? And how he would deal with something like that?
Yes, I believe he definitely gets PTSD, between the torture his brother put him through and the loneliness but I believe what had the worst effect on him would be his father. He tried so for thousands of years to get his approval and then just tossing him aside like that is what really got to him and the reader would notice because he's quieter than usual and often the reader wakes up to him crying during the night. And the only way he can deal with it is to talk to the reader about it, even if he's reluctant at first
Hey there, I've found your work recently and I loved it! 💖
My ask is about SPN Michael, can you write about the reader taking care of him after the cage? Thank you <3
You assumed tonight would be the same as every other night previous to this one. You assumed that Michael would come home at the same odd hours of the early morning he always did, and that you’d feel his side of the bed dip and his arms wrap around you as he settled down and went to sleep after a long night of angel and demon business.
What you didn’t expect was to hear him sobbing softly from the living room when he got back? You were immediately up and out of bed, and heading towards where you heard his cries.
He was sitting on the sofa with his head in his hands when you got there, gently sitting next to him and pressing a small kiss to his shoulder. You didn’t see any blood or sign of injury, so you assumed it wasn’t that.
He shifted a small bit when he felt you near him, biting his lip to try to stop the noise his crying was making. “I’m sorry angel, did I wake you up?” His voice was muffled from his hands, and it was obvious he was trying to keep himself composed.
“I wasn’t sleeping well anyways. What’s wrong?” You asked, making sure to be extremely gentle with how you went about this. Michael wasn’t the most emotionally open person in the world, as he didn’t want to burden you with any more his problems than he already was as an archangel.
He tensed. “I-” he took a deep breath, trying to keep himself held together, “I had a flashback-” His voice cracked there, and he lost his composer, moving to bury his face into your chest as he started crying once again.
You immediately wrapped your arms around him, you knew he had been through hell in the cage, and that he was still struggling to deal with it. You soothed him by rubbing his back as he cried, silently encouraging him to let everything out.
After around half an hour of this, he calmed down enough to be able to talk about it. He remained in your arms though, and you continued to rub his back. He appreciated how good you were with dealing with him when he got like this, as most other people wouldn’t have the energy to put up with it. Especially not at three in the morning.
“I can't believe my father abando-” he started off, talking quietly and slowly as to not overwhelm himself, “I thought I…” He trailed off there, knowing he wasn’t able to continue. The events of those years were still firmly branded into his mind, and he hated thinking about it more than anything.
“I love you,” you murmured out to him, continuing to run a hand over his back, “Nothing like that will ever happen again. I’ll unleash my own hell on anyone who ever tries to hurt you.” You meant it. You would make sure anyone who tried to hurt him would die a very painful death, even if he's a lot more powerful than you.
He chuckled softly at that, pulling back to look at you. “I love you too sweetheart,” he said huskily before moving to plant a quick kiss to your lips, “Thank you.”
You smiled softly at him, “Bed?”
“Bed.” He agreed, carrying you to the bedroom where you fell asleep in each others arms happily.
it angered him to no end that he couldn't get any work done Jin because he was thinking about you so much
he'd look at his phone, hoping for at least a text from you
it'd been five hours, why haven't you texted him back?
he should be a priority, whether or not it was 3 am or not was irrelevant
he'd texted you multiple times, trying to sound cute so you didn't worry.
he didn't want you to see this side of him that he tried to hide from everyone
Jin: hey baby 💞
Jin: I miss you
Jin: you should come over to the studio
Jin: y/n?
Jin: Are you asleep, y/n?
he tried not to seem annoyed but he was getting fed up with you not responding
he was about to type another response when you sent something
Y/N: Jin it's so late at night... why are you even up?
Jin: just thinking about you sweetie
there was a while before you replied again
Y/N: I'll be over to the studio in five.
He bounced with excitement, but then looked down at his song he'd been working on the lyrics to
the lyrics were... gruesome, to say the least,
he sucked in a breath and threw the paper away
he loved you. That was enough for you, right?
you didn't... you didn't need your family or your friends.
you just needed him and his total and Pure affection for you
the kind of affectation the rest of the world never saw
you arrived at the studio to see Jin laughing to himself.
Y/N: Jin? You're kinda scaring me with the random laughter...
Jin: Y/N! I'm so glad you're here, my love. So... so glad.
You backed up a little as he stood up.
Y/N: Jin... I said you're scaring me. Knock it off
he grabbed your wrist, pulling you closer to him
at first, you calmed down a little bit, not really thinking about it too much
it was too late for you to worry that much about it
but he didn't let go, no matter how much you struggled
Y/N: Jin! Let go of me!
Jin: you're coming home with me. Don't worry, you'll like it at our home. There will be no one to bother us... And you'll have everything you'll ever need
Yoongi-
he didn't think of it for a long time
but it just grew as he tried to ignore those urges
the ones that told him he needed to have you with him, forever
it was odd to him, he loved you
but in every fairytale and story, the girl always loves the guy back
but you didn't
sure, you saw him as your best friend, but it wasn't the same
you confided in him, you told him your most dark secrets
and he couldn't tell you about these thoughts plaguing his mind
he thought he'd go clean tonight, to clear his consciousness
however... he couldn't take the risk of you not returning his feelings
he called you to his home a little later than usual
you told him you were with your boyfriend, but he said he was urgent and that he needed to talk to you right then
so you arrived at his home already in a bad mood
he was sitting on the couch, but the house looked a little different
behind the curtains was blackout paper
and he'd constructed too many locks on his door
most of the lights were still brightly lit, but the atmosphere was completely different
the house you'd grown to love hanging out with him now suddenly felt empty and dark, and you didn't even know why
Y/N: what did you want to talk to me about? It better be important, too
Yoongi I think about you a lot, Y/N... Too much...Y/N, how much do you love your boyfriend?
Y/N: We... we've only been dating for a little while but... He proposed to me today
anger flashed in his eyes for a second before he gave a rueful, pained, and forced smile
he did? Can I see the ring?
despite his sweet, careless tone, your stomach churned as you held up your hand to him, the ring on your finger sparkling in the light
Y/N: is that all you wanted to talk to me about?
Yoongi grabbed your wrist before you pulled away, bringing you onto his lap
you gasped, trying to move away, but his arms were already locked around you.
Yoongi: you don't need him. I'm the one you're supposed to be with. On, and on, and on, and on, and on, I watched you get different boyfriends. It's going to stop now
You know the yandere tae x reader one where he lowers her self esteem? What happends when he finds out that she's been cutting herself or that she is going to kill herself?
Yandere Taehyung x reader prequel
⚠️Trigger warning: SUICIDE, violence, unhealthy messages, Yandere themes. Please don’t read if any of it affects you.⚠️
a quick message. If any of you are struggling, TELL SOMEONE. I’m well aware of how scary that can be, and how much you may want to avoid that. But it really is the best thing to do. If not someone in person, there are many online support websites. If you ever want to just talk about things, I’ll always be here, but I can’t guarantee I’ll be particularly helpful. Either way, stay strong, everyone!
You’re hesitating, you note, teeth grazing your lip once again. Somewhere inside you, you know this isn’t what you want to do. It’s only natural that you want to survive. But, because of him, you’re going against that instinct, you just don't want to live anymore. You’d never realized it would be so hard.
“Angel? What are you doing?!” Taehyung shouts, his footsteps rushed. He’s stood at the railing in no time, eyes anxiously darting from you to the railing you’re balanced on.
So, he actually came? You’re surprised he even cared. Taehyung never acts like it- at least, not in the way you’d like. He’s never romantic, all he does is insult you, you figured out his plan but by then it was too late. Perhaps, in your last moments, you’ll finally hear that side of him. Honestly, you hope so. “Goodbye, Taehyung.” You say, but don’t move yet. You want to see if he’ll actually do anything.“What the hell are you doing?!” He yells. “Why?”
You scoff, “Because of you.”
Taehyung only shakes his head, a chuckle escaping his lips. “That’s not right, princess. Who told you to say that, hm?” Another spurt of crazed giggles erupts from his mouth. At this point, you’re shaking. He’s mad. He’s actually mad. How can someone be so in denial?! Taehyung hums in thought.
Taehyung takes another step towards you, hands gripping onto your sleeve and tugging you down to safety. He reaches out, and you close your eyes, fully expecting him to hug you. Instead, you’re met with a stinging cheek and angry eyes. “Why are you betraying me like this, Y/n? after all I've done for you, why did you lie to me? I don’t like liars.” He growls out, “Stop pretending you’re not happy with me before I really hurt you. Now, I’m only going to ask this once more. What exactly are you doing up here?”
His gaze is cold, calculating. Almost like he’s daring you to fight back. But at this point, you don’t have the energy for that. He’s defeated any spirit you had left. “I…I just thought that-at, you didn't love me anymore because I'm not pretty a-and-”.
A smile breaks out onto Taehyung’s face and he laughs. Laughs! Even in this situation, he laughs. “Oh, I see! That makes sense, I knew you’d never leave me. How silly of me to think otherwise! You love me, don't worry I'll help you, just lose a few pounds and you'll be good to go!”
A/N- if you any questions or requests, send them in and I'll get to it as soon as possible.
Taehyung liked you. Taehyung really liked you. That was why he had chosen you, wasn’t it? Because you were easy on the eyes and you had a head on your shoulders. Your heart was pure — at least, pure enough for him — and the sex between the two of you was great. The synergy was there. Personal chemistry was present. The only thing was that you were the first woman he had ever really liked this much.
This was his first real, committed relationship. He didn’t feel constrained or held down by your demand for exclusivity. On the contrary, it scared him how okay he was with it. To give up his freedom like that for an average girl like you? He would have laughed in anyone else’s face and told them to take a hike. Not you, though. And that fucking scared him.
Three months. It had taken you three months to burrow your way into his heart. You were some sort of witch. Perhaps you were a seductress. Yeah, that had to be it. There couldn’t be any other reason for his sudden, obsessive thoughts and overprotective behavior.
“Who the fuck is that?”
“Tae, that’s my brother.”
“Didn’t like how he looked at you.”
“…did you miss the part where I said he’s my brother?!”
Who gave a fuck if a man was related to you? That wouldn’t stop him from making a move if he wanted to. There were some sick fucks in this world. Didn’t you understand that? Didn’t you understand that he was just trying to keep you safe and his?
But no, you couldn’t simply listen to him. You were independent. He had once liked that about you. Now, however, it pissed him off. It got in the way of you being the submissive woman he needed you to be. It needed to be squished.
Unbeknownst to you, there was a darkness lurking within your boyfriend. Sure, he could be mean, and sure, he pulled some tricks that bordered on abusive, but those things were child’s play compared to what truly lied below the surface. He could be far, far worse than he was. All it took was your love and attention to sow the seeds of darkness. You had made him comfortable enough to expose his genuine traits. If he was being honest with himself, this was your fault. If you hadn’t told him you would love him regardless of how much he changed during his work, then maybe he would have been able to help himself.
You stupid fucking girl. You should have never tempted a man like him with vows as impure as that. Had you thought him to be so noble that he would overlook your words and do the socially acceptable thing? No — you had to know that saying such a thing would serve to tempt a monster like him.
The game started with little quips here and there; nothing major. During a small argument, he had called you an ugly bitch beneath his breath. Of course, he had apologized after you had caught it and started crying. Although, that’s when he had first realized how insecure you were. Your appearance, your intelligence, the way you spoke, your personality traits — they were all free game. You didn’t like yourself as much as you let on. He would expose this gradually, and by the time you finally realized what he was doing, you wouldn’t be able to leave. You would think you were worthless. You would think you were nothing. You would be stuck with him, the sole one who could ever love a pathetic sack of crap like you.
Taehyung knew how much you would suffer through this process, but how else was he supposed to secure you at his side? You were beautiful and capable and bright and and and— God, you were his everything. In such a short amount of time, you were his everything. That was why he couldn’t risk you leaving.
He made it a goal to make you feel like utter garbage at every twist and turn. One day, he would no longer need to do this, but until that day came, he would just have to suck it up and be the villain.
The next technique he tested out was backhanded remarks beyond an argument setting. He would never forget how fast your head had snapped around to stare at him, eyes hurt and facial expression confused. You had been perplexed as to what had warranted him to say a thing like that. He had maintained his composure, however, and merely raised a brow. He had treated the circumstance like your reaction had been the odd thing about it all — not what he had said.
“I said your fuckin’ hair was nice!” He had snapped, rolling his eyes at your audacity.
You had whispered meekly, “you said it would be nice… if I bothered to get it trimmed every once in a while.”
To which he had shrugged callously. “Want me to make you an appointment somewhere? I know a guy that can work with anythin’.”
Much to his shock, you had asked him for the number of his stylist a few days following this event. You had even admitted that he had been right to say that your hair didn’t look the best. And that’s when Taehyung knew that you responded best to emotional conditioning in this horrendous art form.
So, when you tried to exit the house a few weeks later, he amped it up a bit. You were getting weaker by the day. Sometimes, you wouldn’t even want to look at yourself in the mirror. He’d had the pleasure of witnessing the grimaces you made when you were brushing your teeth in the morning; you didn’t even think you were sub-par anymore.
Why? Because in his eyes, you could always be better.
Much better.
You came into the kitchen with a slight bounce in your step. Taehyung didn’t even have to look up from his paperwork to know that you had done yourself up nice tonight because you thought you were going to an office party. Keyword: thought. The only thing that was going anywhere tonight was the rest of your self-esteem. Once that was gone, he could focus on your singularity. He couldn’t have you thinking you could exist without him, just as much as he couldn’t have you thinking you were anything without him.
“Okay, hun, I think I’m gonna head out,” you said softly, your voice low and your eyes cast to the ground.
You were acting exactly as he had taught you. Those who were lesser than him didn’t get the privilege of viewing him, in all his glory. He hadn’t assumed that this behavior would extend beyond the bedroom, but fuck, was he glad it had.
“What’s with all that dumbass makeup?” He grunted with a frown. “Look like a fuckin’ clown.”
Your face shrunk. Sheepishly, you turned to look at yourself in the nearby wall mirror. You didn’t think it was too much at the time you had applied it. It was a bit of eyeliner and mascara. You had covered a few of your blemishes and bruises with foundation, too, but he couldn’t have known that. Taehyung didn’t take an interest in your makeup. It was because of this that you valued his opinion so much. If he could see a flaw in what you had applied, it was probably more accurate than what you saw.
You were biased; he had helped you realize this.
“Do I?” You questioned absently.
He finally afforded you with a cold glare when you turned around to face him. The disappointed expression on your face revealed it all; you were doubting yourself yet again. You were waiting for him to give you the validation you needed but didn’t quite deserve. Self-esteem wasn’t free, though; you had to earn that shit. Hadn’t he taught you anything?
“C'mere,” he demanded, eyes twinkling with excitement he didn’t even bother trying to mask. “Sit on my lap, stupid woman.”
You trudged over to where he was situated at the kitchen table, pouting gently. You plopped down atop his lap. You didn’t like how he flinched upon impact.
“Fuck, you gainin’ weight or some shit?” He hissed, flexing his thighs beneath your ass. “Almost made my damn legs buckle.”
It was false, of course. You had gained no more weight than when you had first met him. Nonetheless, you didn’t need to know that. You only needed to feel insecure. You only needed to listen to what he said.
“Oh no,” you whispered, voice akin to the soft squeaking of a field mouse. “I haven’t weighed myself in a while.”
“No fuckin’ shit,” your boyfriend murmured.
Tears were welling up in your depressed orbs, and Taehyung thought you were gorgeous. He embraced you, holding you firmly to his chest. Time to swoop in with that validation before the sobbing began. He hated it when you cried like a little bitch. He couldn’t deny the rush of power it gave him, though.
“Hey, you know that crap doesn’t matter to me,” he muttered, brushing away your watery streams with rough fingers. “Love your ass no matter what.” But he had to top it off with an insult, of course. “Would be nice if your tits were bigger though. Remember my ex? She had some fucking knockers.”
Couldn’t have you getting a big head when he had you where he wanted you.
You hadn’t eaten in about a week, your hunger slowly starting to get the best of you as you chewed on your fingernails just to get something in your mouth. You needed to eat, desperately, it was literally killing you. You hadn’t had a drop of water in about 3 days, and food in 8. You had lost 3 pounds, and it was starting to show. He was killing you and he knew it.
It felt like this punishment was going to last a lifetime. And to think, all you had done was tap the guy. He was clearly overreacting, right? The moment he had let you out of your chains, you felt an overwhelming bravery wash over you, so you flung your arm around and sucker-punched Namjoon square in the jaw. He wasn’t too happy about that as you can tell.
And so here you are, starving to death, waiting for the man to bring you something, anything to eat! Your stomach would rumble about every 5 minutes, just reminding you of how hungry you really were.
Sitting up straight, you wrapped an arm around your stomach, feeling it as it made unwanted noises, “Are you done being bad?” Namjoon suddenly said, seemingly appearing out of thin air.
“Yes! Good god, yes!” You practically begged him, “Have you learned your lesson though?” He asked again, squinting his eyes, he studied you harshly. Walking over to you, he stared down at you with daring eyes, “Well?”
“Yes!” You cried, feeling yourself start to shake with eagerness, “So you’re not going to attack me like a savage like you did last time?” He barked harshly, trying to make you slip up so he can prolong your punishment.
“N-No.” You said, not fully serious, “That didn’t sound very sincere.” He said, almost making you grunt with displeasure, “Namjoon, ple-hhee-se.” You begged the man before you. Squatting down in front of you, he tilted his head to the side.
“Make me believe it.” He said, making you open your mouth, but no words came out, “You-” You started, “You won’t have to take me out of these chains for a month, AND! I’ll do whatever you tell me to do for the next two months.” You offered, but you just got an eyebrow raise in return.
“That’s not very convincing.”
“Well! What more do you want from me!” You suddenly snapped, making his head jolt up, “I’ve already suffered enough dammit! Just let me eat!” You said, feeling the hot tears fall down your face with rage. Taking in a breath, he stared at you with daring eyes.
“Maybe another day will do you some good.” He barked. Standing up, he turned around and started walking out the door, “No- Wait- Please!” You pleaded, but he ignored you completely as he walked right out the door. Slamming the door, you sat there in the dark, regretting every word.
Yandere! bts reaction- hyung line: you try to escape
Yandere & Smut warning!
Jin- You were pressed to the wall with Jin’s hand on your neck. His eyes were pure dark making you shiver, he chuckled and brought you closer to his chest
"No need to be scared, babygirl. Just give up. We both know you can’t escape me. Just think how reckless you acted. What if you got hurt? You are so vulnerable… Now, look at me and apologize or I will get so-so angry, that I may lock you up. After all, when you behave like a child, you are treated like one"
Even with all your pathetic excuses and apologies, he will lock you up anyway so why bother running away in the first place?
Yoongi- Yoongi was amused and a little turned on. The confidence you had was alarming no one has ever been that confident around him and he admired that about you.
This doesn’t mean he is going to let you off easily though! Nope, like all good owners, he had to punish his little pet for behaving so badly.
“Go on bitch, sit on the bed and spread your legs for me. Such a filthy whore you are already dripping all over my sheets! I am going to fuck you so hard you will forget how much you claim to hate me,”
Hoseok- No issue at all! Hosoek had you back in his loving, caring, blood-stained arms in no time you were his little girl after all who was just confused.
Although he was angry at you he let you off on the more easy side, if you count him recording your body strip for him easy.
“Go on princess strip for daddy. Every time you try running away I will find you then record myself fucking your small body, We will watch it together afterward, wouldn’t you like that? No? Then what else do you want, its this or maybe I pay a visit to your family?”
Namjoon- When Namjoon started ignoring you, it scared you honestly you were not used to this silence and you waited and waited for him to punish you.
Until he finally did, a rough grip on your throat as he slammed you against a nearby wall choking you with his tight grip, it sounds impossible but you could practically see the dark aura surrounding his angered body
“You dirty whore who touched you when I was gone? I can smell someone's filthy scent on you, I am going to fuck you raw until you scream in pain! I don’t care if you bleed or what, I am not stopping until that awful scent of that man leaves your body.”
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Summary- You laugh as you cling to your boy/girlfriend’s shirt, holding yourself up so you don’t topple off of the couch in the dorm. Then, the front door opens and you hear people talking. Your body goes stiff as you remember all the things that had happened to you in the past, and you stop laughing your smile drops and you cuddle into your boy/girlfriend’s arms, wishing you could just disappear. You hear him/her sigh and stand up, and you look up in a panic, suddenly feeling alone as she/he walks over to greet his/her friends, coming to see her/him after a day out. He/she gestures for you to come to say hey to them because you’ve become quite close with them, but you shake your head as the tears come, having to leave the room and go to your boy/girlfriend’s room to calm yourself down.
Shortly after you close the door, he comes in, frowning as he/she asks you what happened. You cry harder as you fall into his/her arms, telling him/her how men scare you after being abused for so long. You’d been through years of extremely severe abuse, and it’s caused PTSD (the triggering point for you being guys, even the ones who you’re close to).”
Johnno- Johnno can’t stop the tears that start falling from his eyes as you recount the tales you suffered through over the years. He can’t stand to listen to how much you went through, so you suddenly find yourself laying down on the bed, trapped against his chest by his welcoming arms. You quickly bury your face in the crook of his neck as he plays with your hair,
“You don’t need to think about that anymore. Johnnie’s got you, and he won’t let anything bad happen to his angel,” Johnno mumbles as his bottom lip trembles, threatening to let out a loud sob as you calm yourself, listening to his steady heartbeat.
Wayno- The strong arms holding you up, shift for a moment, and suddenly you find yourself cradled against Wayno’s chest when he picks you up. His heart beats quickly below yours, and he lowers the both of you onto the bed. He sits up against the headboard and sits you in his lap, your legs entwined with his as his fingers stroke through your hair comfortingly,
“Thank you for telling me. I think you’re so incredibly brave and strong for sharing. It’s good because now I can help you get through this. I love you,” Wayno whispers to you, accent thick as he holds back his tears at the very thought of you getting hurt in such a terrible way.
Kezza- Kezza looks down at the way you cling hard to her as you sob, and she can feel her heart shatter into a million pieces. She’s always knew there wasn’t something quite right, but she never expected this. You shiver in her arms as you break down completely, and Kezza feels lost. All she knows to do is remove her hoodie and drape it over your shoulders before guiding you to sit down on the bed, where she kneels between your legs so that you’re making eye contact,
“y/n, it’s okay now. Look, I'm here and nothing bad is going to happen,” Kezza promises, moving one of your hands to rest against her cheek as you take deep breaths.
Carli- Carli looks at you with a frown for a moment, not quite understanding. She wants to ask so many questions and learn all about what you’re going through, but she doesn’t want to be rude. For now, she just makes a mental note of the more important ones and hugs you tight. You come first right now, not her silly little questions,
“I love you so much,” Carli whispers in your ear as she rubs her hands up and down your back gently, “I promise that I won’t let anything or anyone hurt you now,” she promises, sitting down on the bed and pulling your head onto her chest, where you stay for a while so that you can calm down.
Shaz- A faint pout forms on Shaz’s lips as she leans down to catch yours in a slow kiss, specifically led by her to put you at ease. Needless to say, it works like a charm, and soon your tears have slowed to nothing, and you're lifting your hands to tug at her messy hair. Shaz breaks it off when you start moving more urgently, not wanting to turn it into anything more than what it was,
“y/n I want you to know that you can always come to me. I may not love PDA, but if you start feeling panicky, you’re more than welcome to grab my hand or hide behind me. I really don’t mind,” Shaz tells you, hands bringing up to cup your face lovingly
