#fluff comfort

[sweesou]

This is the abridged version I had to cut some dialogue so it would fit that's why the pace is weird

[nadielle]

[c4shm0neyxxx]

I Love it Here With You

Finney xfem!reader

When Finney admits he’s still afraid of the nightmares after camp,he finds comfort and safety falling asleep cuddled up with the girl he loves.

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The first time Finney asked if you could stay the night, he tried to act casual about it.

“Only if you want to,” he’d said, scratching the back of his neck while avoiding your eyes. “My dad’s working late anyway.”

You knew it wasn’t really about being home alone.

Ever since everything that happened with the Grabber, the nightmares still came sometimes. Less often than before, but when they did, they hit hard. Finney never liked talking about them. He’d shrug them off whenever Gwen brought them up and force a smile whenever anyone asked if he was okay.

But with you, it was different.

You were curled up beside him in his bed, the room lit only by the moonlight slipping through the curtains. The house was quiet. Gwen was asleep down the hall, and the old clock downstairs ticked steadily.

Finney was lying beside you, staring at the ceiling.

“You okay?” you whispered.

“Yeah.”

A pause.

“No, you’re not.”

He sighed.

“I had one last night.”

You turned slightly toward him. “A nightmare?”

He nodded.

“The same one?”

Another nod.

Your heart squeezed.

Finney had told you bits and pieces before. Dark rooms. Ringing phones. Waking up unable to breathe. Sometimes he’d wake up convinced he was back there again.

Without saying anything, you scooted closer.

His shoulders relaxed almost immediately.

“You don’t have to pretend around me, you know,” you said softly.

“I know.”

“You can tell me when you’re scared.”

Finney laughed quietly.

“Sounds kinda pathetic when you say it out loud.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It does.”

“It really doesn’t.”

He finally looked at you, moonlight catching his tired eyes.

“I just…” He swallowed. “I hate falling asleep sometimes.”

The honesty in his voice made your chest ache.

“Because of the dreams?”

“Yeah.”

You reached over and took his hand.

“They aren’t real anymore.”

“I know.”

“But it still feels real.”

He nodded.

For a moment neither of you spoke.

Then, very quietly, Finney asked, “Can I hold you?”

Your face warmed.

“Of course.”

The answer was barely out of your mouth before he moved closer.

His arm wrapped around your waist carefully, almost like he was worried you’d disappear if he held too tight.

You settled against his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

Finney let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it all day.

“This okay?” he asked.

“It’s more than okay.”

A small smile appeared on his face.

You felt his chin rest lightly on top of your head.

The room became quiet again.

For the first time that night, Finney’s body wasn’t tense. He wasn’t staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to sneak up on him. He wasn’t trying to convince himself he wasn’t afraid.

He was just holding you.

Minutes passed.

Then you felt his grip tighten slightly.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Always.”

“I sleep better when you’re here.”

Your heart practically melted.

“Yeah?”

He nodded against your hair.

“When you’re here, the dreams don’t seem as bad.”

You smiled softly.

“Maybe because you know you’re not alone.”

“Maybe.”

Another pause.

Then he added quietly, “When I wake up and you’re next to me, I don’t have to spend those first few seconds wondering where I am.”

The words hit harder than he probably intended.

You turned slightly so you could see him.

Finney looked embarrassed the second your eyes met.

“That sounded weird.”

“No.”

“It did.”

“It sounded honest.”

His cheeks turned pink.

You reached up and brushed a piece of hair from his forehead.

“I’m not going anywhere, Fin.”

Something vulnerable flashed across his face.

The kind of look he only ever showed you.

Slowly, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours.

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

For the first time all evening, Finney smiled completely.

A real smile.

The one that crinkled the corners of his eyes.

“Good.”

A few minutes later his breathing started to slow.

You could feel sleep finally pulling him under.

Just before he drifted off, you heard him mumble something.

“What was that?” you whispered.

His eyes were already closed.

“I love cuddling with you.”

Your face immediately heated up.

Even half asleep, Finney managed a tiny smile.

“Feels safe.”

And as he pulled you a little closer, the tension he’d been carrying all day finally disappeared.

That night, the nightmares never came.

And for once, Finney slept peacefully.

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[doodl3wr1t3s]

Are your requests open? I don’t know if I requested this before (sorry if so 😭) but will you please write Mira x f!reader where Mira meets reader’s friends and/or family and they end up adoring her and it’s like an emotional roller coaster for her bc of her family history? (If that makes sense 😭 and obvi reader is there to comfort and reassure her through it all)

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Pairing: Mira x Fem!Reader

Summary: You thought it was a good idea to introduce your family and friends to Mira and Mira to your family and friends. But, with all the affection and praise, comes with an overstimulated, overwhelmed and stressed Mira.

Word count: 2.4ʚɞ

Content: MEN DNI, wlw, established relationship, family issues, Mira’s fears, fluff, slight angst??, fluff comfort

A/n: Guess who’s back!? Yea they’re open! If it’s hard to tell if they are please tell me! I’ll change it so it’s easier to know if they’re open or not!! <3

Mira sat in the passenger seat of the car, staring out the window as the landscape rolled by. The sun was just starting to dip below the horizon, casting a warm golden glow over the trees and the road ahead.

"You nervous?" You asked, turning to look at Mira.

Mira fidgeted with her hands, avoiding your gaze. "Not really," she lied, forcing a small smile.

You could see through her facade, but you didn't say anything. You knew Mira better than anyone, and you knew that she was terrified of meeting your family. She had always had a strained relationship with her own family, and the idea of being judged by yours was almost unbearable.

You reached over and grabbed her hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "They're going to love you," you said, trying to sound confident.

Mira let out a shaky breath, but she didn't pull away from your touch. "Easy for you to say," she muttered, still staring out the window. "Your family's perfect."

You laughed softly, shaking your head. "Nobody's perfect, trust me," you said. "My family has their fair share of flaws, just like everyone else."

Mira turned to look at you, skeptically. "Like what?" she challenged.

You sighed, thinking for a moment. "Well, for starters, my mom tends to be a bit overbearing. She means well, but she can be a bit pushy when it comes to things like relationships and life choices."

Mira rolled her eyes. "Sounds familiar."

You groaned, knowing the conversation was heading into dangerous territory. "Mira, please. Can we not do this right now?"

Mira crossed her arms, stubbornly. "Do what? Talk about your family?"

"No, argue about my family," you replied. "You always do this, Mira. Every time I try to talk about them, you get defensive and argumentative."

Mira let out a huff, but she didn't refute your claim. She knew it was true.

Mira's stubbornness melted away as she sighed, a rare moment of vulnerability peeking through. "I'm sorry..." she muttered. "I'm just... scared."

You could see the fear in her eyes, the fear of judgment and rejection that she had always carried with her.

"I know you are," you replied, your voice gentle. "But my family isn't like that. They're good people, Mira. They won't judge you or reject you. They'll love you, just like I do."

Mira looked away, trying to hide the emotions welling up inside of her. She had never been good at talking about her feelings, especially when it came to vulnerability. But for you, she would try.

"You think so?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, reaching over to brush a strand of hair out of her face. "I know so," you said, smiling softly. "I wouldn't bring you over if I didn't think they would welcome you with open arms."

Mira's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and she let out a shaky breath. "Okay…" she murmured, still looking a bit uncertain.

You squeezed her hand again, reassuringly. "It's going to be fine," you said. "I promise."

Mira let out a humorless laugh. "You always say that," she muttered, but there was less bite to her words this time.

You chuckled, knowing that she was slowly starting to trust you and your judgment. "And I'm usually right, aren't I?"

She mumbled something under her breath that sounded like "unfortunately," but you chose to ignore it, knowing it was her way of accepting defeat.

You both sat in a comfortable silence for a few moments, the landscape outside the car window growing darker as the sun set completely.

"We're almost there," you said, disrupting the silence.

Mira tensed up again, a wave of nerves washing over her. She swallowed hard, but she nodded, trying to push down her anxiety.

As you pulled into the driveway of your family's house, Mira's grip on your hand tightened. She stared up at the lights illuminating the front porch, her heart pounding in her chest.

You gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Ready?" you asked softly.

"As I'll ever be," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper.

You chuckled softly, understanding her trepidation. "Just remember, I'm right here beside you, okay?" you said, trying to ease her nerves.

Mira nodded, taking a deep breath to steady herself. Then, with one final squeeze of your hand, she let go and got out of the car. You followed suit, watching as she hesitated on the front walkway, her eyes fixed on the door to your family's house.

You could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she squared them as if preparing for battle. You knew she was steeling herself, trying to put up the tough facade that she wore like a shield. But you also knew that underneath it all, she was just a girl, scared of being rejected by the people that meant the most to you.

You walked up to the front door and knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet neighborhood. You could feel Mira tensing up beside you, her anxiety rising with every passing moment.

Just then, the door swung open to reveal your mother, a warm smile on her face. "There you are!" she exclaimed, immediately noticing the nervous girl standing beside you.

Your mother's expression softened as she took in Mira's tense demeanor. "And this must be Mira," she said, her gaze flickering between the two of you.

Mira forced a small smile, her hand twitching nervously at her side. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, her voice cracking slightly.

Your mother chuckled softly, seemingly unfazed by Mira's nervousness. "Well, welcome! Come on in," she said, stepping aside to allow you both into the house.

You followed your mother inside, Mira trailing a few steps behind you. You could feel the tension radiating off of her in waves, her entire body taut like a wire.

As you entered the living room, your father stood up from the couch, a curious look on his face. His gaze flicked from you to Mira, a small frown on his face as he tried to gauge the newcomer.

"This...is Mira?" he asked, his voice gruff as he scrutinized her from head to toe.

You could sense the defensiveness rising in Mira, but she kept her composure, nodding politely. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice surprisingly steady.

Your father grunted in acknowledgment, mumbling something under his breath that you couldn't quite make out. Your mother shot him a sharp look, silencing whatever comment he was about to make.

You took a deep breath, silently praying that your father would keep his opinions to himself.

Your father looked Mira up and down again, this time seeming a bit more impressed. "You got some style, kid," he said gruffly, a hint of admiration in his voice.

Mira seemed taken aback by the compliment, her guard slipping for a moment as she took in your father's words. "Uh... thanks," she muttered, a small blush staining her cheeks.

Your mother smiled at your father's rare compliment, seeming to approve of his approval. Your father grunted again, returning to his seat on the couch.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Maybe your father wasn't going to be as hard on Mira as you had feared.

Your mother gestured for you and Mira to sit down. "Please, make yourselves comfortable," she said, her voice cheerful and welcoming.

You took a seat on the couch, with Mira tentatively taking the seat beside you. You could feel the stiffness in her body, her hands clenching and unclenching in her lap.

Your mother sat down in a nearby armchair, her eyes moving between you and Mira. "So, Mira," she said, her voice soft and friendly. "Tell us a bit about yourself."

Mira tensed up even more, her hands clenching so tight that her knuckles turned white. She looked like she was trying to shrink into the seat, wishing she could disappear into the fabric.

You could see the internal battle raging within her, the urge to hide herself clashing with her desire to please your family. You reached out, gently placing your hand on her leg, hoping to reassure her with a subtle gesture.

Mira glanced at you, a mixture of gratitude and relief in her eyes. She took a deep breath, gathering her courage before speaking. "Well, um... what do you want to know?" she asked, aiming for nonchalance but still sounding slightly shaky.

Your father grunted, the sound more approving than judgmental this time. Your mother shot him another sharp glance, as if daring him to comment.

Your mother leaned forward, a warm smile on her face. "Oh, just the basics. Where are you from, what do your parents do, that sort of thing.”

Mira straightened up slightly, her shoulders squaring as she took a deep breath. "I'm from Korea," she said, her voice a bit more confident now. "And, um... I'm actually a famous kpop idol."

Your mother's eyes widened, the surprise evident on her face. Even your father looked a bit impressed.

"You're a... kpop idol?" your mother echoed, her voice laced with curiosity and awe.

Mira shifted uncomfortably in her seat, her hands fidgeting in her lap. "I'm 23," she replied, her voice slightly tentative.

Your mother let out a small gasp of surprise, her eyes widening. "So young and already a famous idol," she marveled.

Your father grunted again, leaning back in his seat. "Impressive," he muttered, his rough exterior starting to crack just a bit.

Your mother's eyes lit up with excitement. "You must be very talented to have achieved so much at such a young age," she gushed, her voice filled with admiration.

Mira's cheeks flushed at the praise, her defenses starting to crumble just a little bit. "Thank you," she murmured, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Your mother, her curiosity piqued, leaned forward and asked, "So, are you a solo kpop idol, or do you perform with a group?"

Mira's attention flicked to your mother, a hint of unease in her expression. "I'm a member of a girl group called Huntrix," she replied, her voice steady but her hands betraying her nervousness.

Your mother's eyes widened in recognition. "Huntrix! I've heard of them," she exclaimed, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips.

Your father grunted, his gruff exterior softening just a bit more. "They're pretty popular, aren't they?" he asked, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably.

"Yeah, they are," Mira replied, a hint of pride in her voice. She seemed to be gaining confidence with the positive responses from your family.

Your mother's face lit up. "You must have so many fans," she gushed, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Do people recognize you everywhere you go?"

Mira gave a small laugh, her hands subconsciously smoothing out non-existent wrinkles on the fabric of her jeans. "Sometimes," she admitted, a hint of sheepishness in her voice. "It can get pretty crazy at times."

Your father chuckled gruffly. "I bet," he said, leaning back in his chair. "Must be tough dealing with all those screaming fans and crazy stalkers."

Mira's smile faltered for a moment at the mention of stalkers, but she quickly masked her reaction. "Yeah, it can be a bit overwhelming sometimes," she admitted, her hands clenching in her lap once again.

Your mother, sensing the change in Mira's demeanor, quickly tried to steer the conversation in a lighter direction. "But it must be exciting too, right? All the concerts, the tours, the fans adoring you..."

Mira's expression brightened once again at the mention of the more positive aspects of her job. "It is," she agreed, her voice a bit more lighthearted. "Performing on stage, hearing the cheers, seeing people happy and singing along to my music... it's an incredible feeling."

Your father grunted, his grumpy demeanor gradually fading as he listened to Mira's passionate response. Even he couldn't deny the clear love and dedication she had for her craft.

Your mother chuckled softly at your father's grunt, a knowing smile on her face. "And I'm sure the money is pretty good too," she added, teasingly.

Mira's cheeks flushed slightly, but she couldn't hide the hint of a grin that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "It's definitely a perk," she admitted, a note of humility in her voice.

Your mother, her motherly instinct taking over, inquired, "Do you get any breaks from touring and promotions? Being a famous kpop idol must be so tiring. You need to take care of yourself, you know."

Mira's expression softened, a mix of gratitude and exhaustion flickering across her features. "It can be draining," she admitted, her voice tinged with weariness. "There's always something to prepare for, always something to do. But I do try to take breaks when I can."

Your father chimed in again, his gruff exterior softening even more. "You gotta remember to take care of yourself, kid," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle. "Don't let the fame and the attention get to your head."

Your mother nodded in agreement, her expression filled with concern. "He's right," she said, her voice warm and motherly. "Your health and well-being are more important than any amount of fame or success."

Mira's guard was slowly crumbling under the gentle care and concern of your parents. The feeling of being cared for and understood, beyond the fame and accolades, was almost alien to her.

She found herself melting into the conversation, her shoulders finally loosening, her hands unclenching on her lap. For once in a long time, she felt valued and loved not just as an idol, but as a person.

Your mother's kind smile widened, her heart swelling with affection at the change she was witnessing in Mira. "You're a very strong young woman," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

Your father grunted in agreement, his gruff exterior all but melted away. "Yeah," he added, his voice gruff but no longer rough. "You've accomplished a lot for your age. Keep taking care of yourself, kiddo."

The sound of the dinner timer interrupted the conversation, jolting everyone momentarily. Your mother's eyes lit up.

"Ah, the food must be ready," she exclaimed, standing up from her chair. "I'll go check on it. You kids go wash up."

Your father grunted his agreement, rising to his feet as well. He nodded at you and Mira, a subtle gesture of approval in his eyes.

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Tags: @viitalvile @aymmgreen

Sorry Ive been gone for a while. I lowkey didn’t have the motivation to work on stuff. And shit happened in my life. But I’m back!! Better!! And I will be working on things! I promise!!

I hope you have an amazing day/afternoon-night!!

[charchars-yanderland]

Howdy :3

I’d like to pls request twst boys of your choice with reader who easily gets scared and overwhelmed by loud noises and crowds

TW: claustrophobia, panic attack, crying, loooots of cater snuggles lol.

I love the concept omgaaa, i think they'd be more fluff than yandere but i might do a leona and jamil one (seperate situations)

BUTTT here is cater <33 ____________________________________________________________

✧˖°.Cater diamond ✧˖°. Cater was… eccentric, extroverted, a bit much for some. Though he was always acutely aware of certain triggers and boundaries of others, if there was a word that made you snap he would know it and avoid it hard. He notices things about people that you wonder how when he seems so engaged in other topics or his social media. Cater had taken you to one of his concerts, you were quite hesitant. Of course you’d love to go and support him but concerts… weren’t really your thing. No worries, after a little hype up in the mirror that this was for cater you took your headphones and went to the college concert for Cater and his bandmates. You wanted to scream and cheer and jump with the rest of the people but you just couldn’t. Your fingers trembled, gripping the hem of your clothes and simultaneously holding the cushion of your headphones hard against your ear. Soon the song ended but you couldn’t tell the difference between the screeching of people next to you, other people's hands and arms pushing and squishing and bumping yours. You wanted to cry, maybe you were already crying. It’s not like people could tell with the flashing neon lights and how absorbed everyone was with the show, why couldn’t you just be normal? Be happy for your friends like the others in the crowd, some not even as close with you to the members. Your head turned as one of the grabby pushy hands took your hand and started to pull you with them through the crowd as people grabbed you even more. You couldn’t even tell what was going on, just that you transitioned from a dark room with neon lights to a yellow tinted bright room. You could finally look and adjust your eyes while they pulled you out of the concert as they placed you on a plush couch,closing the door. “C-Cater…?” You choked out, he immediately walked over and took your hand, tracing a diamond shape into your palm. “Breathe darling… it’s okay i’m right here, i’m so sorry… shhh shhh…” You just let out a half whimper, half broken cry as he rubbed your cheek affectionately. “Can I hug you love?” You shakily nodded and he took you into his arms gently yet secure. Kissing your head as he tucked you into his chest and arm. “I’m so so sorry just listen to my heartbeat and breathe…” He rubbed circles in your chest until you calmed down a little more, you had your eyes closed against the inside of his arms as he stroked your back and rocked you gently. He’s probably had experience with this from his little sisters. You’re starting to realise he probably wasn’t gonna let go of you. You didn’t mind too much. You just felt so tired and worn… he adjusted you and leaned back slightly so you were laying on top of his lap. Raising your chin to kiss his lips one more time before he buried you head in his shoulder and  passed out from emotional exhaustion.

“Mine..”

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@theconquest

[rdmasevi]

Can you do one where the reader has a really bad nightmare? Love your fics!!

"In Their Arms"

AC: Hey! Thank you so much for reading and loving them❤️ Hope you’ll like this one☺️

Warnings: nightmares, anxiety, waking panic, emotional vulnerability.

The night was heavy, the kind of silence that pressed down on your chest. Sleep had come, but it hadn’t been kind. The dream had curled its claws into you—dark hallways, shadows whispering, faces you didn’t want to remember. It felt so real, and when you jolted awake, your heart was hammering like it wanted to break out of your ribs.

You sat up in bed, breath ragged, cold sweat clinging to your skin. The room was dim, the curtains pulled just enough to let in the pale glow of the moon. For a moment, you weren’t sure if you were still dreaming.

“Y/N?” Lorraine’s soft voice cut through the haze. She stirred beside you, her hand immediately reaching for yours. Her touch was gentle, grounding, as her thumb brushed over your knuckles. “Sweetheart, you’re trembling…”

Ed’s voice followed, rough with sleep but edged in worry. “What happened?” He pushed himself up, leaning closer. His broad hand rested carefully between your shoulders, warm and steady.

You shook your head, but the words stuck in your throat. “J-Just… a nightmare,” you managed, though your voice cracked on the last syllable.

Lorraine sat up fully, her eyes glinting in the dim light. “Not just any nightmare,” she murmured, her intuition catching the weight behind your silence. She cupped your face with both hands, brushing damp strands of hair away. “It felt real, didn’t it?”

Tears pricked at your eyes before you could stop them. You nodded, unable to hold her gaze. “It was like something was in the room. Watching. Waiting.” Your chest tightened as if speaking it aloud might summon it back.

Ed’s arm slid around you, pulling you into his side without hesitation. “You’re safe,” he said firmly, pressing a kiss into your hair. “Nothing’s going to get to you while we’re here. You know that.”

Lorraine shifted closer, tucking herself against your other side so you were cocooned between them. Her hand traced calming circles over your arm as she whispered, “We’ll never let anything hurt you. Not in this house, not ever.”

Your breath began to slow, the pounding in your chest easing under the steady rhythm of Ed’s heartbeat and Lorraine’s soothing murmurs. The nightmare’s grip loosened little by little, replaced by the warmth of their embrace.

“You’re both too good to me,” you whispered, voice small but earnest.

Ed chuckled softly. “Not good—just in love.”

Lorraine pressed her forehead against yours, her voice velvet and sure. “Always in love.”

You finally let yourself sink into their arms, the shadows retreating as sleep crept back in—not the suffocating kind, but the soft, safe kind. This time, you dreamed of warmth, of hands holding yours, of a family that never let go.

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Harmony's Sick Day part 8

aughhh if i could have like one week of not dying. please id like that very much. winter why do wreck me the way that you do.... here are the sillies tho >:3

Summary: It's time for dinner, but Harmony isn't feeling too hungry for anything. Harmony and Griselle have a (hopefully...) telling conversation.

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Now it that it was evening, Grisham had been preparing to make dinner. Harmony had slept through lunch and hadn't had anything since Griselle's hot chocolate, so he figured she'd be quite hungry by now.

"Is there something that you'd like for dinner, Harmony? Anything I can get for you?" Grisham asked her from the kitchen.

"I... don't really feel like eating anything, no..." Harmony refused, as she turned over on the sofa away from him.

"Surely you must be at least a little hungry? You've barely had anything at all since last night..." Grisham replied with worry, pausing from gathering ingredients.

"I don't feel like it..." Harmony repeated quietly, curled up facing the window where the evening sunlight still peeked through. With all of the different aches throughout her body, she honestly wouldn't be able to tell if she was hungry.

"You really must eat something, though, Harmony. You can't get better by starving yourself," Grisham insisted, approaching Harmony and placing a comforting hand on her shoulder, rubbing gently. She tensed a little at his touch, then relaxed again and coughed.

"Nothing sounds good right now..." Harmony muttered.

"What about some soup? That wouldn't be too difficult to have," Grisham suggested, trying to comfort her.

"I guess I could try some..." Harmony conceded her resistance. Soup did actually sound nice right now, with all solid food feeling like a definite 'nope'.

"I'll need to go out and pick something up, but I won't be long, alright? Griselle will stay here with you if you need anything," Grisham assured her. Harmony managed a weak "thank you" as he left.

Soon, Griselle had tried to sit in one of the chairs near Harmony to wait with her, but apparently, Absol (awake from its own nap) wasn't very keen on letting this happen, letting out a low growl as she'd gotten close.

"Okay. What is your pokemon's problem with me?? Why does it keep growling at me like that??" Griselle interrogated with frustration. "Can't even relax in my own damn apartment now?" She glared at Absol, who glared right back, almost like it was daring her to do something about it. Harmony reached weakly to put her hand on her pokemon's back, urging it to relax.

"Oh, uhh, I... don't know. I guess she's always been a little distrusting of new people, but–" Harmony was interrupted by a cough, "Normally she isn't like this..." she explained.

"It didn't seem to have any problems trusting Grisham immediately last night..." Griselle commented, sounding bitter and perhaps slightly jealous. "It let him carry you, but it can't even let me get close to you?" she grumbled in protest.

"I'm sorry, what? I- wha- didn't he say it was Charizard doing that??" Harmony's uneven voice squeaked as she stammered her question.

"Back from the truck, yeah. But he was the one to carry you in and lay you down there, at least after he quit staring at you, that is," Griselle explained as surprise once again spread across Harmony's face. "And that thing didn't seem the slightest bit bothered the whole time..." she added, still hung up on the pokemon's unfair bias against her.

Harmony was trying to hide her total embarrassment again. She was still struggling to accept the fact that Grisham had even seen her stupid passed-out self, but she could not handle the thought of being held and examined by him like that. He must've been so gentle with her as to not wake her up...

"Staring... at... me?" Harmony repeated the words hesitantly, almost like she was afraid of them.

"Ugh, yeah. He wouldn't quit stopping every two minutes on the way back to look at you," Griselle complained, rolling her eyes, "Though he might actually have been making sure you were still alive, now that I think of it."

"Was... was I really that bad last night?" Harmony croaked with concern, her eyes growing wide again.

"Pretty sure we argued right next to you at least three times. You didn't move a muscle. We were right to be concerned," Griselle deadpanned, looking unimpressed.

"You thought I was dead and didn't take me to"—she sneezed—"a hospital?" Harmony challenged between sniffles.

"I barely agreed to even let him bring you here last night," Griselle scoffed, "No way were we going to try to explain why us of all people were carrying your unconcious body around late at night for non-kidnapping reasons," she refuted.

"Oh, and I suppose I should say thanks for not calling the police on us for kidnapping you. I've already almost gotten jailed before, and I'd like to avoid that happening again," she added, almost sounding sincere about it, too.

"Well... if I wasn't gonna call the police the time you threatened me before taking me into an abandoned building, I figured I wouldn't for this either..." Harmony laughed nervously at her own half joking response.

"No, no, you went inside of your own free will. You really shouldn't have, though. You really need to be more careful before you actually get yourself kidnapped," Griselle reprimanded her, scowling disapprovingly at Harmony.

"Are you" *sniffle* "seriously lecturing me right now? While I'm suffering?" Harmony broke into another fit of coughs as she finished her protest.

"Yeah. I am. Do something about it," Griselle taunted playfully as Absol began to grumble at her again, the pokemon baring her teeth in warning.

"Oh, I wasn't talking to you," she glared at the disgruntled pokemon. Harmony continued to look up at her like some kind of kicked puppy.

Griselle sighed before speaking, "I'm only telling you because I care..." she admitted quietly. From her begrudging tone it sounded like she really was telling the truth, but really didn't like admitting it.

"...And because if this whole thing is any indication, Gris would never shut up if something happened to you. And I'm not dealing with him moaning over you for forever. You are not sticking me with that, so quit being so reckless all the time," she ranted at Harmony, pointing at her before taking a breath and sighing again.

"Oh, I didn't know you were..." Harmony searched for the words.

"Even capable of caring?" Griselle tried to guess the end of her sentence, rather pessimistically, too.

"Wha– no. Not what I was going to say..." Harmony's voice squeaked again when she refuted the statement. "I didn't know you both would care about me so much..." she finally admitted quietly.

"Why do you find it so hard to believe that people care about you? Do you also have some kind of unforgivable past I'm unaware of or something?" Griselle asked, seeming genuinely confused.

"What? I don't–" Harmony began to refute, getting interrupted.

"Ugh, please, you act almost as guilty as Gris does. It's incredibly obvious. You two really are perfect for each other..." Griselle countered, adding the last part under her breath with annoyance.

Harmony wasn't sure she heard that last part correctly. Just what was she trying to imply?? The confused look on Harmony's face seemed to only annoy Griselle more, blue eyes narrowing at her.

"Does your brain still work? Do your eyes work?? Am I gonna have to spell it out for you??" Griselle snapped suddenly with a huff. Harmony was completely lost at the sudden outburst. And maybe just a bit scared again. She was also actively trying to hold back Absol, who was only getting more annoyed as well.

"...Ugh, just forget I said anything. If he keeps being so obvious you'll figure it for yourself..." Griselle sounded defeated now, like she had given up trying to get Harmony to understand whatever she was talking about.

"Just tell your pokemon to relax around me already, would you? I'm not gonna do anything to you..." Griselle pouted, not looking Harmony in the eyes anymore. Absol seemed to calm down just a little, but remained glaring at Griselle.

Harmony didn't know what to think now. Except that maybe she was a bit hungry after all.

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Grisham had just returned from his short outing when he noticed both Griselle and Absol's tense.

"Was everything alright while I was out? Did something happen?" Grisham asked, setting down his things.

"Everything's fine," Griselle replied, clearly still somewhat bitter.

"She's jealous Absol likes you more than her..." Harmony interjected weakly, turning back to explain to him.

"I am NOT jealous. That thing just hates me for no reason," Griselle huffed indignantly, pointing at Absol.

"Well, I believe it was you that suggested we knock it out last night, Griselle. Perhaps it's still upset with you over that?" Grisham suggested.

"It was in the way!" Griselle exclaimed in her defense. Harmony was beginning to think she'd never really know what happened to her last night, and she wasn't really sure she wanted to, anymore.

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Griselle continued to sulk quietly as Grisham prepared the soup in the kitchen, filling the room with the comforting scent of aromatic cooking. Even with her dampened senses, Harmony could still smell it. Curls of steam floated up from the pot, dissipating in the air. Soon enough, the soup had been cooked to perfection and was ready to serve.

"How is it, Harmony?" Grisham asked as she took a slow sip from her bowl. It was warm in her hands, it felt warm and comforting in the same way the hot chocolate from before had. Comforting in a way she really needed right now.

"Good... really good, th-thank you..." Harmony tried so hard not to stutter speaking to him, and yet she still did. She couldn't stop thinking about what Griselle had said earlier, about Grisham, about how he looked at her, about how much he cared for her. There was a warmth in her chest, not from the soup, not from fever, but something else. Something she couldn't find a word for just yet.

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The best time to lecture someone is when they can't possibly leave >:3 Harmony may be the sick one here, but Griselle is getting sick of the incessant pining. unfortunately the cold has made harmony a little denser than normal.

:3 tagging friendos: @littlesugarbug @hakuaclovers @flagmuncher

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I need pain, suffering, anguish, tears.I'm requesting a story featuring Gene O'Lennon, where his partner suffers a very serious health problem related to two ectopic pregnancies.

This was such an interesting request mainly because I've never heard of ectopic pregnancy and had to do a bunch of research to get this right

If this isn't that accurate just know that I did try my best!😵‍💫

I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place

(Gene x reader)

Warning:medical inaccuracy probably, angst with comfort, Gene and Y/N bathe together, Gene takes care of Y/N

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I bet on losing dogs

I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I'll be there on their side

I'm losing by their side

Will you let me, baby, lose on losing dogs?

I know they're losing, and I'll pay for my place by the ring

Where I'll be looking in their eyes when they're down

I wanna feel it

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4 weeks

Y/N hadn't texted Gene in four fucking weeks: and it was eating him up inside

Was she alive?

Was she okay?

Was she in the hospital?

Gene had desperately gone through all of her social media accounts to see if she was active, but he had no luck. He was starting to lose it, all he was thinking about was Y/N. He had to know if she was okay or not, so he gave himself two choices:

Contact her friends and find out what's going on

Or

Just go to her flat, break in if he had to

So he picked the second option, as he wasnt in the mood to bother her friends with his paranoia...

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Gene used his key to enter her flat. It felt off, as it wasnt the warm comforting environment he had grown used to. He closed the door, hoping to hear Y/N's footsteps as he slipped off his shoes.

Nothing

"Y/N! Y/N, sweetheart, are you alright?"he called out, making his way upstairs. The silence was suffocating, and it was getting to Gene. He noticed her room door was closed, which made him freeze for a moment. It's never closed, its always open. Something was wrong, very wrong. He frantically rushed towards the door and swung it open, the sight nearly breaking his heart in two. Y/N was laying in her bed, blanket covering her body as she hugged her pillow lightly. There were boxes of tissues on her nightstand, along with a half drunken cup of water and some medicine that Gene had never seen. "Y/N...?"he slowly approached her bed, she quickly sat up, startled at first.

But once she saw Gene and his look of concern, she instantly burst into tears. Every emotion rushing out of her as she let go of her pillow, she crawled towards Gene and hugged his waist. He was shocked at first, confused as to why she was crying. That quickly changed into concern when he heard her saying she was sorry,"sorry? Y/N, what even happened? Did you..."he gently peeled him off of her and sat on the bed with her. She sniffed, her body shaking as she curled up into a ball next to him. "Gene...I-Im really sorry..." "but what are you sorry for?"she hesitated before looking at him, her eyes were bloodshot and her cheeks were stained with tears. "I-Im broken...im a broken woman...y-you shouldn't be with me..."

Gene widened his eyes, feeling slightly angry at what she said. "How can you even say that Y/N? I fucking love you!"he sat up,"and youre not broken!" "I am!"he scoffed and crossed his arms. "How? Huh? How the fuck are you broken?"she began to cry again, burying her face into her hands. Gene softened up instantly and rushed to her side, pulling her in for a hug and apologizing for yelling at her.

"I-I...I had an e-ectopic pregnancy Gene..."

That threw Gene off, as he had no idea what that meant. "Ectopic pregnancy?"she sniffled and nodded, explaining what it was. She explained, through sniffling and tears, that an Ectopic pregnancy is when a fertilized egg implants itself outside of the womb(usually in one of the fallopian tubes). "Christ...a-are you alright?"at first, she nodded. But the nodding turned into shaking as she began to cry again, confessing that this wasnt even the first one. Gene couldn't believe, all this time she was hiding her pain and suffering and he didn't even notice...now he was starting to tear up, his body lightly shaking as his lip quivered.

"D...Did I do this to you?"he asked, voice shaking. Y/N widened her eyes, assuring him that this wasnt his fault at all. But it didnt stop the tears, he sobbed as he hugged her tightly. She held onto him, silently crying along with him. "I-Im so sorry Y/N...I-I should've been there from the beginning, I should've been more supportive..."he gently pulled her off of him and cupped her face,"I-Im here now though, yeah? And I'm not gonna leave, m'gonna stay with you and help you through this, swear down."her lip quivered as she smiled. "Oh Gene..."she sniffed,"thank-"she suddenly felt a wave of nausea as she gripped onto his sweater.

"Woah, woah, I got ya love...I got ya..."

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Gene was in full protective boyfriend mode:he insisted on carrying Y/N around, holding her hair back as she puked in the toilet. He did more research about ectopic pregnancies while he made Y/N a proper meal, and sat and helped her eat as they watched some 90 day fiancé UK. once she ate, he took the tray and insisted on cleaning up the dishes, and commanded her to wait for him. She smiled, still feeling a twinge of sadness as she felt horrible about lying and keeping this a secret from him. But Gene made sure she didn't listen to her thoughts, he made sure she knew he was staying.

He carefully helped her strip off her clothes before scooping her up and carrying her into the bathroom. He had prepared them a bath already, making sure it was comforting and romantic. Y/N nearly teared up, feeling so grateful about having such a caring boyfriend. They both sighed as they got in the tub together, she instantly snuggled into his chest and he protectively held her, his fingers lightly grazing her spine. "Thank you..."she lifted her head up to look at him,"for doing this...for being so caring."he smiled, gently cupping her face. "Course love, I'd do anything for you. You know that, right?"she nodded, smiling. He leaned his head forward and gently kissed her, water sloshing around them and spilling out of the tub slightly.

Y/N had nothing to worry about anymore

She had Gene

And she always will...