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I would like to request an angst (you don’t have to write the angst) to fluff one shot with sparkling comforting his s/o After they got into a heated argument with their parents/friends. Leik he would wrap his s/o in a blanket and cuddling them and maybe watch a movie idk the fluff part is up to you! Take your time :DD
I do remember you :0 hello and welcome back!
Jsbdienjf Sparkling 👀👀
I've never actually written for him before or payed much attention to him, but those overalls are just magic to my eyes. This is kind of a modern AU I guess, because TV lol.
Uhhh I wrote this in third person because I wanted to. They/them used. I also tried to make what the argument was about and who it was with as vague as possible so it could fit a lot of situations. Very proud of this btw. I had to rewrite it because I lost my draft so yaay. I think it turned out nice.
Sparkling x reader angst + fluff
The curtains and blinds were drawn, blocking out the thick sunlight that tried to sleep through the glass. Some managed to, slipping through small cracks in the blinds and the sides of the windows, but that only added to the eerie feeling of the room.
It was nearly pitch black, the only light beside the small rays of yellow that snuck through the window was the luminescent blue glow of the television.
Sitting on the couch, face bathed in the blue reflection of the Tv, was a cookie. They were slightly curled up, shoulder leaning against a pillow that was supported by the arm rest on the side of the furniture, which kept the cookie upright.
In their arms was another pillow, a square one that looked hand-embroidered. The cookie had grabbed it subconsciously, and was now rubbing their fingers against the hems of the stitching.
The television was already loud, but that didn't drown out the memories of the cookie's recent interaction. Small fractions of it slipped through, their mind repeating yelling that was louder than the TV, and the cookie had to hold their breath for a moment to get it back under control.
Despite the loud noise coming from the television, which was the only sound aside from the gentle humming of an air conditioning, the cookie picked up the remote and turned it up a few more levels.
They hadn't even been focusing on what they were watching, maybe that was part of the problem. Maybe if they focused on the television instead of trying too hard to block out their mind, they would actually start to feel better.
But what if all the memories came rushing back at once? What if everything both parties said reverberated in their mental space once they let that guard down? What if they saw something on TV that reminded them of the fight?
They didn't know what to do at this point. They were close to tears, shuddering as they gripped onto the pillow. The pillow. Focus on that. Sparkling Cookie had hand sewn it for their birthday, thanks to the guidance of Herb and Vampire (who, surprisingly, knew how to sew quite well) and presented it to them with a smile. It was one of, if not, their favorite pillow.
They continued to think of their birthday, then they started to wonder what pillows were made of, then how they were made in factories. The cookie was pretty sure they had sat on a familiar pillow not too long ago, at a different house.
No! Don't think about it! Why did they think about it? The cookie buried their face in their hands with a small grumble, and a sigh.
Behind them, a door creaked open, and another person entered. Sparkling had noticed all the lights off outside, along with the windows covered, when he returned from the bar, and had quickly grown worried, and he entered slowly. He was afraid something bad had happened, he couldn't help but to worry.
Sparking Cookie paced over behind the couch, his eyes glued on your figure as you say there, and he contemplated how to approach you in this situation for a moment.
"What's wrong?" You heard his voice, and you jumped. You hadn't realized he had entered through your racing mind and the noise of the television.
"I'm fine." You told Sparkling once you calmed down from the spook he gave you.
"I have eyes, dearest. I can see that you are most certainly not fine." He replied as he saw their eyes, the under parts stained slightly red from either crying or constant rubbing, most likely both.
"Tell me what's wrong." He prodded, sitting down beside them and crossing his legs, resting a hand on their shoulder and giving them a small, gentle shake.
The cookie gave a small, drawn out, sigh, biding for time, trying to figure out how to phrase it aloud where they wouldn't have to hurt so much. Sparkling was patient enough, and waited for their answer.
"We... had a disagreement. It turned into a thing, and... hurtful things were said." They gave a small clear of their throat, and Sparkling gave them a sympathetic look.
"It'll be alright." He told them, rubbing their shoulder again, before he leaned over and grabbed the blanket that sat beside the couch, pulling it up and wrapping it around them.
The cookie hung on to the edges of the blanket, keeping it in place over their shoulders, and Sparkling wrapped his arms around them, gently rubbing circles into their shoulder blades.
They gave a small mumble of thanks, shuddering, and leaned into Sparkling Cookie's embrace. He gave a small smile in return. "You can tell me what it was all about later. For now, let's watch a movie, hmm?"