you knew it was wrong. so wrong. to be shadowing and protecting the very being who was behind all the disappearances? everyone would hate you if they knew. but you were in too deep to go back now, especially now that you were snuggled up with it.
your back was flush against his chest as you sat in his lap, the warmth he radiated convinced you he might be an oven in disguise. you absentmindedly fiddled with the frills on one his sleeves, the soft lace providing you comfort. his breath hitting the back of your head every now and then while his free arm was snug around your waist. you were comfortable here, in the arms of a monster.
he began shuffling, the arm you were playing with now moving so he could cup your cheek with his large hand and turn your head so you were looking at him. his usual yellow eyes were now a calm blue, they reminded you of the ocean. a calm appearance but had dangerous qualities. you were just beginning to question the motive behind his actions before he pulled your face against his chest, resting his chin atop your head. his thumb rubbed back and forth on your cheek, butterflies danced around in your stomach.
that question that had been nagging at the back of your mind brought a frown to your face, the words left your mouth before you could even think about it. "do you think my friends would hate me if they knew where i was during my free time?"
pennywise hummed at your question, mostly caught off guard. "yes."
his honesty and bluntness wasn't exactly what you needed in the moment, a sigh escapes your lips. you knew the answer already, but hearing it out loud meant that was your reality and you couldn't run away from it or push it down.
you shifted in his lap, bringing your knees to your chest and wrapping your arms around his neck. he smelled oddly of popcorn with something rotten hinted underneath. you weren't sure if you were just ignorant to what he was, or if you were okay with it. either way, the metallic scent mixed with something putrid was enough to stir your stomach. is this really what your life has come to? were you really that lonely and desperate that you seek out the affection of something that wasn't human and feasted on humans? children?
self-hatred was the nicest way you could put this. but its not like you asked for this, hell, this was the last thing you ever expected to come of your life. you hated yourself more for the fact you enjoyed it. you enjoyed his embrace, how his gloved hands felt on your bare skin, how he seemed to fill your needs while barely grasping them. you enjoyed how he was both rough and gentle with you, how he gripped your wrists and pinned you beneath him. he would flash his teeth at you, he was threatening. a game of cat and mouse perhaps. a thin line of saliva would fall from between his plush red lips, falling onto your cheek. he thought he was being scary, but you were thinking other things. a warmth settled low in your belly. you became aware of the way you pushed your legs together. you hated how much you truly enjoyed his company and affection.
you hated how nice he could be to you, nicer than any human being you've ever met. you hated how comfortable you had grown.
you hated it more that you wouldn't leave, that you wouldn't stop relishing his touch.
Note: first time writing for this silly guy, expect more vday related posts. i might open requests again soon, ive been in a depression episode for a hot minute now so this is the first thing ive written in a few days, i love him so much. Requests for him are open!
Shadow stood at your front door, hesitating to knock. For months you had enthusiastically shared your excitement for Valentine's day, mentioning it daily. During this time, Shadow wrested with his feelings. Each time you appeared with that radiant smile, he felt a spark in his chest that drew him closer to you than anyone else. He found himself paying more attention to your words and frequently caught himself admiring you from afar. Yet, he couldn't quite place his finger on what this feeling was, or, he was just in denial about them. As Valentine's day approached, with the sun dipping below the horizon, Shadow couldn't shake the worry of your absence. After all the excitement you had generated around this day, you had vanished just when it finally arrived. He asked others where you were, but no one knew
Finally, with a long sigh, he drew three sharp knocks to your door. He could hear muffled groans, a few clattering sounds, some muttered curses, and finally the unmistakable sound of locks turning as you opened your door. Instantly, he took in your disheveled state: the dullness in your eyes, the tangled mess of your hair, and the wrinkled clothes that suggested a sleepless night. You sniffled, surprise flashing across your face.
"Shadow! What's up? Did you need somethin'?" You asked, leaning against the door-frame. Shadow quickly realized that you were sick, and that was why you were cooped up in your house all day.
"Do you have a cold?"
"Oh, uh, yeah. Unfortunately came down with it last night and, man, this is a rough one. Usually a little cold doesn't keep me in bed all day but this one sure did!" You explained, your voice was hoarse, no doubt from all the coughing you were probably doing.
Shadow quirked an eyebrow at you. "Have you been taking medication?"
From the way you immediately broke eye contact and started fumbling over your words, he knew that was a no. You always were stubborn. He sighed and shook his head at you, and he noted the way you tensed up. Did you think he was angry?
"It'll help you get over it faster."
"That's the thing… I- Er- I don't have any medicine for it right now and I've been too sick to go out and get some." You frowned, running a hand through your hair to smooth it down.
"I'll get you some. Go rest. Leave the door unlocked, I'll be back." He swiftly spun on his heel, you tried to stop him, but before you could even get a word out he used Chaos Control. Shadow told himself that he was simply doing what any other mobian would do if someone they knew was sick, and this wasn't him caring about your well-being. The more he tried to bury and deny his feelings, the more they grew. Deep down, he knew what he was feeling, but he had never felt this way toward anyone and so he wasn't sure what he should do. The thought of letting someone inside of the walls that he so strongly built around himself scared him, the idea of being vulnerable made his chest tight.
Without hesitation, he swiftly collected medicine for your cold and picked up a couple of soups, hoping they would soothe your sore throat. After completing the purchase, he returned to your front door and opened it without a second thought. This was Shadow's first time inside your home, and he took a moment to absorb the surroundings. It was clear you appreciated a cozy living environment; a few plants decorated the windows in both your kitchen and living room. Your minimalistic decor showcased an eye for style, and the space was impeccably tidy. After mentally mapping out your home's layout, Shadow stepped into the kitchen and placed the bag of supplies on the counter. He then retrieved the medicine, quickly checking the recommended dosage before filling a glass with water. He paused, surely you could do this yourself right?
He shook his head, he wanted to take care of you. He was coming to terms with that.
Slowly, he approached your bedroom door, pills and water in hand. He knocked, he heard your muffled voice allow him entrance. Upon entering, he blinked, taking in the mess of your room. It was a stark contrast to how organized and clean the rest of your house was. Laundry was strewn about, a couple used tissues laid next to the full mini trash can next to your bed, some blankets and pillows thrown on the floor.
"Sorry for the mess… Haven't had the energy to clean up." You scratched your head, cheeks hot with embarrassment.
"Don't worry about it." Shadow simply shook his head and stood next to your bed where you laid. He placed the glass of water on your bedside table, then held out his gloved hand, two pills sitting in his palm. You promptly sat up, and he watched you swallow the pills quickly, a look of disgust on your face afterward. He assumed you weren't the biggest fan of pills. Shadow took another look around your room, he felt a pull to clean up for you.
Taking care of others would normally irritate Shadow, but when it came to you he felt naturally inclined to do so. You were the first one he would run to on the field, the first one he would ask if you were okay. There was no denying the feelings he had developed for you, but he was scared of them.
"Shadow, you okay?" The sound of your voice, and the feeling of your warm hand on his shoulder brought him from his thoughts. When you retracted your hand, he couldn't help but miss the warmth is provided.
"Would you like if I tidied up for you?"
His question definitely shocked you, and you were quick to decline. Despite Shadow asking, he was not taking no for an answer. He huffed air through his nose as he reached over you and grabbed your TV remote, quickly putting something on for you to watch while he began cleaning. The mess did not bother him, he was quite an organized hedgehog himself and liked his belongings in order. Judging from the rest of your house, you were similar, and he knew the mess probably bothered you. He started by picking up all the laundry on the floor, throwing it into the basket that sat in the corner of your room, then put your bedding back onto your bed, and finally picked up the pieces of trash that laid about. Thankfully, the movie he had randomly chosen for you kept you entertained, and not protesting his offer to clean for you.
He threw the load of laundry into the washer, then came back to your bedroom to check on you.
"Are you hungry?" He asked, standing next to your bed with his arms crossed over his chest. He didn't know if it was intentional, but you stared at him for a solid minute, he grew nervous under your gaze, his heart rate picked up.
"Hm, I guess I could go for some food." You shrugged, starting to swing your legs off the bed.
"What are you doing?"
You paused, clearing your throat. "Going to make food?"
You watched Shadows expression change from confusion to annoyance, had you said something? Was he annoyed because he was taking care of you? You didn't know, but you felt tense under his narrowed gaze.
"I can make it for you. You need to rest." His tone came out harsh, but there was a hint of care laced somewhere. Shadow always wore a grumpy facade, making it difficult to discern when he was genuinely upset. However, as you spent more time with him, you began to notice the subtle nuances in his behavior that others overlooked. It was unclear whether he was aware of it, but he frequently reached out to those he cared about. You had witnessed him do this with you several times, and each instance sent a rush of butterflies through your stomach. While Shadow showed concern for others, including Sonic, it was evident that his attention toward you was different. The depth of his care ignited feelings within you that you couldn't ignore.
You had planned your Valentines perfectly, you were going to wake up early this morning, run out and grab a few cheesy gifts, and present them to Shadow in private, asking if he would be your valentine. It was a bold move, really, but you couldn't dance around your feelings forever. So when you came down with your cold, you were bummed. You didn't expect Shadow to come and check on you, but you had to admit it made you feel warm inside.
You stood from your bed and padded out into the living room, Shadow was in the kitchen, stirring your noodles until he heard your footsteps behind him. He swiftly turned around, creasing his eyebrows.
"Relax! I'm okay, I need to stretch my legs, I've been laying down for hours." You held your hands up in mock surrender, waiting for him to start scolding you for not resting. Instead, a long sigh escaped his lips.
"Fine. But when your food is done you're sitting on the couch." He said sternly, eyeing you until you nodded in agreement.
You leaned against the counter, eyeing the pot of noodles on your stove. You didn't have an appetite for anything, but you knew trying to eat something was better than not eating at all. Shadow stood just in front of the stove, his gaze was fixed on the pot, but his mind seemed elsewhere.
"Hey Shadow?" You called, the words leaving your lips before you could think. "Can I… Confess something?"
He blinked and turned to meet your gaze. In that moment, you felt incredibly small beneath his intense stare, your nerves overwhelming as you struggled to meet his crimson eyes. Uncertain of why you found your voice, you had no idea how to articulate your next thought. You had been waiting for Valentine's Day to confess your feelings to Shadow, and you refused to let anything, especially the cold, deter you— especially not with him right in front of you, an opportunity life had presented. Your heart raced wildly against your chest, a knot of anxiety tightening in your stomach.
You inhaled deeply. "I, uh, originally had some special plans for today. Since it is Valentines and all. Er… plans for a special someone, someone that I like."
Shadows brows raised, and for a brief moment you saw a flicker of hurt in his eyes.
"He's… complicated to understand." You continued, "He doesn't let anyone close emotionally, and he puts on this tough front but deep down he has a soft, and caring heart. I had the perfect day planned, I was going to buy flowers, and a candy I think he might like, and then… I was going to take him to a little secluded area, give him the gifts and confess my feelings. But then I got this stupid cold!" You sighed and pushed yourself off the counter, you pinched the bridge of your nose, a blush creeping up on your cheeks. You knew Shadow was smart, he could figure out you were talking about him, but you wanted to tell him directly that you liked him.
"It's you. I had that planned for you, because I like you." You finished, shyly looking at him and awaiting his reaction.
First, he was shocked, then confused, then a look of… relief? And finally, he exhaled.
"The feelings are… mutual." Shadow ran a nervous hand through his quills, and he looked away from you. You found it cute how he, The Ultimate Lifeform, was getting shy while confessing his crush on you. You couldn't help but giggle, and his eyes quickly snapped back to you.
"What's so funny?" His brows furrowed, replacing the relaxed expression he had just seconds before. You reached out, placing your hand on his shoulder. He looked at your hand, then to you as you spoke.
"Nothing, nothing. It's just… I was expecting a rejection, or something along those lines. But, it's nice to know the feelings are reciprocated."
Heat rushed to his cheeks, and Shadow quickly regained his composure, turning back to the stove to finish preparing your soup. He couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze; his heart raced so wildly that he feared you might hear it too.
Despite his efforts to look away, your hand remained on his shoulder, providing a comforting presence he desperately needed. He was taken aback by your openness about your feelings; he never expected you to harbor such emotions for him. Relief mingled with nervousness and fear; acknowledging that you both liked each other led him to question the next steps toward a relationship. Did he truly want to pursue this? Could he offer you the support and care you deserved? Was he the right partner for you?
Communication was not his strong suit; he was accustomed to keeping everything bottled up inside. He worried that his tendency to be distant might push you away, and self-doubt clouded his mind, leaving him frustrated with himself. Yet, when he glanced at you again and caught the twinkle in your eye, the rosy blush on your cheeks, and the smile dancing on your lips, all those uncertainties faded away.
He followed you into the living room and sat next to you on the couch, he watched you slowly eat your soup, he could tell that you instantly felt relief in your throat, a satisfied hum rumbling in your chest. Even while sick, he looked at you with awe. Shadow always appreciated your looks, specifically your face. Whenever you smiled at him, his heart fluttered. The feeling was foreign, and when it first started he thought he was sick.
"This is good," You broke the silence, bowl resting in your lap. Shadow had positioned himself on the other end of the couch, you chuckled. "I don't bite. C'mon, sit next to me."
Despite how bold and straightforward you were being, anxiety swirled in your stomach. You knew Shadow would not make any first moves or initiate anything, whether it was because he didn't want to cross boundaries, or was too scared, you didn't mind. You watched him slowly scoot to the spot next to you, it made you smile. You put a show on the TV, and indulged in the soup he made for you. You didn't know what came after confessing your feelings for each other, but you were sure you could worry about that another time. For now, you wanted to relax, and enjoy the company you had while you were sick.
You placed your now empty bowl on the small table in front of the couch before leaning back. You thought for a moment, then leaned your shoulder against Shadows. He stiffened, not expecting the sudden contact, and unsure what to do. You stayed like that, and eventually you felt him relax, and heard a content sigh come from him.
bf!Steve who always apologizes with your favorite flowers and candy.
bf!Steve who is clingy and protective of you, wrapping his hands around your waist in public or pulling you to his side to show everyone your his.
bf!Steve who always comes to you for help in school, but always ends up distracting you from studying and you two end up making out until it’s time for him to go home.
bf!Steve who is completely oblivious as to why his favorite hoodies and shirts are going missing, only to find them laying about in your room with a “hey i’ve been looking for this!”
bf!Steve who has made it a routine to take you to a little dinner date every other weekend, even if he doesn’t have the money for it he will still make it work, just for you.
bf!Steve who loves trailing kisses from your jawline and down your neck, whispering sweet nothings to you.
bf!Steve who’s love language is physical touch, no matter the setting or time he will find a way to be touching you, whether it’s holding your hand, mindlessly playing with your hair, resting his leg against yours, or just resting his chin on your shoulder from behind.
bf!Steve who is just so sweet, always quick to correct his wrongs and apologize, he treats you with the upmost respect and care.
bf!Steve who would gladly take care of you while your sick, not caring about your germs and still giving you loving kisses all over your face. he even makes soup for you and makes sure you’re taking your medicine, and even tucks you into bed.
warm as they caress your soft face. But we all know he has a trend of grabbing people by the throat and pinning them to walls, you're not any different, except he's a little gentler with you.
vincent often makes you pose so he can draw you. you’re stuck in awkward positions for a few hours while he studies and memorizes your body to draw. he notes all of your curves, the slight dip in your hips, a few long scars that line your back and your thighs. he briefly wonders how you got them, and plans to ask you later if you’re comfortable sharing. he makes sure to add the barely noticeable freckles across your face, and the birthmark that was so delicately placed on your jawline.
vincent is very satisfied with his work, he thinks he has captured you perfectly in his drawing, and he is excited to show you. you’re glad to finally be able to move and stretch. your heart flutters in your chest when he shows you the drawing, to see how someone else views you through their eyes feels surreal, you are so used to seeing yourself through mirrors, or cameras, that you overlook details about yourself that vincent didn’t. you didnt notice the tiny freckles on your collarbone, or the small moles on your mid back. you were sure vincent had memorized all these physical details about you. he already had your favorite foods and drinks memorized, he knew what toppings on pizza you preferred, how many ice cubes you liked to have in your drinks. he was a man that paid close attention to detail, but that wasn’t surprising given how he made such beautiful but intricate wax sculptures, he was talented, and you praised him every day for that.
he was also very caring toward you, a trait his brother, Bo, didn’t exactly possess. vincent always made sure to include you in things so you wouldn’t feel left out, he would let you draw in his sketch book, something he didn’t even let his brother touch— for some reason. you’ve looked through his sketches, and found nothing bad, so you weren’t sure why he guarded it so much. if anything, his sketches were beautiful, you even found a few he did of you, and you could easily tell that he did these on a whim when sitting near you. they weren’t as detailed as others, just a quick something to busy his hands, or maybe he just wanted to capture your face in that moment.
vincent loved you dearly, and you could feel it through his actions and words… or letters. that was another thing he did. late at night, when he was left with nothing but his thoughts, he would write you heartfelt letters explaining all of the traits he loved about you. these letters were often multiple pages, to make up for all of the things he doesn’t say.
in conclusion, he is an amazing partner, and you love everything about him, and everything that comes with being with him, which includes his brother, who can be a bit mean sometimes, but you’ve learned not to take it to heart.
Note: this has been sitting in my docs since before valentine’s day, i forgot to post it, so i am posting it late, enjoy!
You sighed as you slung your bag over your shoulder, the throbbing headache that had formed halfway through your shift was now a pounding one, and your legs ached with each step you took. The harsh glare of the fluorescent lights above amplified your headache, leaving you feeling somewhat dizzy. At times, you longed for a job outside of the hospital. The grueling shifts filled with relentless standing and walking, the constant debates with patients over their medication compliance, and the minimal breaks you received significantly impacted your physical and mental well-being. Maybe you'd get in contact with your therapist and schedule another appointment.
"Another late night?" A feminine voice spoke up from behind you. You rolled your eyes as you stopped just before the front doors and turned to face Jackie. Freedom was just in your grasp.
"Uh, yep! I see it's the same for you…" You forced a smile, trying to hide your annoyance, but you were sure you weren't doing a good job when you saw a look of offense flash across Jackie's face.
"Correct. I'm sure you just want to get home… have a good night! See you tomorrow?" Her lips formed a tight smile, she started busying herself on the computer, the quick clicking of keys breaking through the silence.
"Yeah, see you tomorrow." You offered a quick wave, spinning on your heel and pushing open the door. A heavy sigh escaped from your lips, and you could feel the familiar burn of someones intense gaze on your back. You ignored it, walking through the mostly empty parking lot, you guessed the only cars left were employees. you were just beginning to think you were free when hurried footsteps approached from behind you.
"Wait! I'm sorry, just hold on a second." You heard the familiar voice of Cole behind you, followed by a hand on your shoulder. You couldn't help the long, annoyed sigh that escaped you before you turned to face him.
"What, Cole? it's what… like midnight? I just want to go home." You quickly spotted the small, heart shaped chocolate box and a singular rose in his hand. Ah, you forgot about Valentine's day, your recent workload was to blame for that.
"I know, I'm sorry. But! Just real quick, I wanted to give you these." He pushed his gifts into your hands with an apologetic smile. "I'll let you get home, stay safe okay?"
Cole was a coworker, you would be lying if you said you weren't aware of the massive crush he had on you. He always stole glances, and took any opportunity to be near you. He was charming, sure. And you might even give him a chance if it weren't for the jealous and possessive murderer that always had an eye on you. Somehow he always knew what you were up to, all while committing hideous acts and having the police go on wild goose chases. You sighed, forcing a smile at Cole.
"Thank you, really. This was sweet of you." He smiled at your words, and you didn't miss the light blush dusting his cheeks. "Goodnight, Cole."
As you stepped through the front door, you kicked off your shoes and set your bag down with a sigh. Making your way into the living room, you placed Cole's gifts on the coffee table before sinking into the soft, inviting cushions of the couch. Finally, you could rest your legs. Your head fell back and you let your eyes flutter shut, allowing yourself a moments rest before you would head upstairs to your bedroom. The faint sound of your back door opening and closing made you peel your eyes open, the recognizable white latex mask entering your vision. Michael stood behind you, his usual cold gaze focusing on your face. You blinked, and he was rounding the couch to take a seat next to you.
You raised your gaze, observing him intently. Although you and Michael shared a deep understanding and trust, he remained unpredictable and could turn hostile without warning. You recalled the moments that had triggered his anger, leaving you with a bruise etched in the shape of a hand around your neck. Your connection wasn’t abusive; rather, he grappled with complex boundaries and expressed his frustrations through violent outbursts, something you were both striving to improve. You couldn’t afford to take another week off work due to the aftermath of his actions.
Michael leaned forward, picking the chocolate box from the table and tilting his head to you, a silent question.
"A coworker gave it to me, not a big deal." You shrugged, being mindful of your words. If Michael didn't like somebody, he got rid of them. The nature of your relationship was ambiguous—definitely not friendly, yet you hesitated to label it as romantic. His jealousy was palpable and swiftly deteriorated your social life. The moment he entered the picture, you found yourself distancing from your friends; it became painfully evident that Michael did not tolerate you engaging with anyone else. Then, tragedy struck when your friend's body was discovered in an alley, leaving you as the last person seen with them, thrusting you into the role of a suspect.
A sudden shift in Michael's demeanor sent a shiver down your spine. "You can eat the chocolate if you want, I don't care for them." You knew he had a sweet tooth, and you secretly hoped distracting him with sweets would make him forget the idea of killing Cole.
Without a moment's pause, he tore open the box. He pushed his mask just above his mouth, and you found it difficult to pull your gaze away from his sharp jawline. As Michael indulged in the chocolates, your mind raced with curiosity about what lay beneath the mask. You took a deep breath and rose to your feet.
"I'm going to bed."
With that, you made your way upstairs to your bedroom, leaving Michael alone with his chocolate. You barely got the chance to think about your relationship with him, the moment your head hit your pillow, you were reminded of how exhausted you were and quickly fell into a deep sleep.
The following morning, as you prepared breakfast for yourself and your sinister housemate, you overheard a chilling news report. From the kitchen, the anchor detailed yet another murder, alleging that Michael Myers was the likely culprit. Your heart raced with anxiety; you were harboring a killer, and it was only a matter of time before the police connected him to your home. As you carried a plate to Michael in the living room, you froze in horror upon seeing the face on the screen. Cole’s body had been discovered in the hospital parking lot early that morning; he appeared to have been on his way inside when he was viciously attacked. Multiple stab wounds marred his back and abdomen, and he lay there, bleeding, until a colleague found him—pale and lifeless after hours alone. You inhaled deeply, steeling yourself to face Michael and hand him his meal. The reality of who he was, the very person you were feeding and tending to each week, crashed down on you like a wave. It was a painful truth, one that made it clear you were entangled in a nightmare, you understood all too well that Michael would not hesitate to hunt you down if you ever tried to escape.
You caught site of something red resting on Michael's lap. A heart shaped chocolate box. He handed it to you while you handed his plate of food to him. Your heart pounded painfully in your chest as you stared at the red box in your hands. It was Michael's way of telling you that you were his for Valentine's day, no one could have you.
Note: This is just how i imagine tommy in a relationship
(Requests are open!)
Thomas is completely bewildered when it comes to navigating a romantic relationship. He feels an undeniable pull to be near you, often catching himself gazing at you when you're not looking, imagining what it would be like to intertwine your fingers. So when you finally take the bold step to initiate a connection, he's taken aback and a bit clumsy in response. He avoids your eyes, his hand loosely clasped around yours, until you gently guide him to face you, your free hand cradling his cheek, compelling him to meet your gaze. He would gaze at you with gentle, soft eyes that seemed to hold an entire world of affection, leaning into your comforting touch and giving your hand a tender squeeze. His unique way of expressing his love for you involved scavenging for little trinkets that perfectly matched your style, whether it was an item he'd taken from one of his unfortunate victims or just a random gem he stumbled upon during his day. Regardless of the origin, he would meticulously clean each piece, presenting it to you with a proud and adoring look in his eye, making every gift feel personalized and special.
Thomas wasn't the most hygienic person, which prompted you to designate special days for tending to him. On these days, you would sit him down, carefully brushing and washing his hair as thoroughly as possible. You would also take a damp rag to gently wipe his face, mindful of the areas beneath his mask that you never pressured him to remove - he would do so when he felt ready. These moments were treasured by Thomas; he loved the tranquility of sharing that time with you, free from all worries. As you cleaned his face, he would often take a moment to admire your features, making you shy under his attentive gaze, prompting you to playfully cover his eyes with your hand.
He proved to be an incredibly affectionate individual, not solely through physical touch but also through thoughtful gestures. Whether it's bringing you breakfast in bed, assisting with household tasks, taking off your shoes after a long day, or prioritizing your laundry over his own, his care shines through. Additionally, he is fiercely protective, confidently standing up to Hoyt when he unjustly harasses you. Afterward, he remains close, ensuring that Hoyt knows to leave you alone. He won't let you leave the house without him, always insisting on accompanying you to guarantee your safety.
Note: hi, lets ignore that I disappeared for a year, lots happened. I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing and my latest obsession is Leon.
You had just ended things with your boyfriend in person, at his dorm. Needless to say, he had a bit of a meltdown, screaming at you and becoming violent. You left with a few bruises and went back to your dorm to calm down. You made sure the door was locked and blocked him on everything.
To say that man scared you would be an understatement. He was downright horrifying. You had a purple ring on your wrist from when he grabbed you, and another was forming on your neck. As the adrenaline wore off, you noticed your hands were shaking and tears forming in your eyes. Your heart was racing, and you slowly fell onto your knees. You had to act like you weren't scared when he was squeezing your wrist with a strength you thought would break it, and choking you until the edges of your vision started turning black. You were lucky he let go. You thought you were going to die in that room at the hands of someone who said they loved you.
You grasped your shirt, your breathing was becoming more difficult, and your vision was blurry from the tears.
You heard the knob rattle, and your mind immediately thought it was your ex, returning to finish what he started earlier. The door opened, and Leon, your dorm mate, stepped inside. He stopped short, caught off guard by your appearance. You were basically just friends. You'd chat about what's for dinner and discuss classes, but that was about it. You didn't get to interact with him much since he worked right after finishing his classes. By the time he came back, you were asleep.
As he stood there and saw the tears streaming down your face, the noticeable bruising on your neck and wrist, and how panicked you seemed, he did the first thing that came to mind.
He quickly closed the door behind him, setting down the items in his hands and kneeling in front of you, his hand reaching to wipe the tears from your cheek.
"Hey, you're okay. Breathe deeply for a moment." He spoke softly, his other hand rubbing up and down your arm. His touch was warm and comforting, and the way he spoke to you gave you goosebumps. The way he looked at you with those blue eyes, with a gentleness you hadn't seen from your ex, made your heart flutter.
You managed to nod and took a few slow, deep breaths. Leon kept wiping your tears with his thumb. His touch was so gentle and warm that you couldn't help but lean into it. You managed to calm the panic attack that came on, but you were still on the verge of tears.
"Let's get you on the bed." Leon helped you up by taking hold of your arms gently and guiding you over to your bed.
He sits next to you, putting his arm around your shoulder. Leon didn't want to pry, not wanting to make you remember and cry again, so he sat silently, his finger absentmindedly rubbing circles on your upper arm. He was unaware that his actions were providing you with assistance. His touch was light and soothing, and you found yourself longing for more of it.
You sniffled, wiping your eyes, and turned your head to Leon.
"Thanks for helping me calm down. I'm sorry you had to see me like that." You spoke, your voice sounding a little nasal.
"Don't worry, it's okay. I'm here for you." He gave you a reassuring squeeze, pulling you closer. You could smell his cologne, which had a hint of vanilla and something stronger, crispier, in it. You'd never been this close to Leon before, so you started to notice the little things you hadn't before. The way his muscles felt against your back, his smell, the little freckles on his face, how soft his hair looked up close—you wanted to run your fingers through it. You had to push those thoughts out of your mind. You'd just gotten out of a toxic relationship, so you couldn't be throwing yourself at someone new. You and Leon were just friends, roommates.
He noticed you were looking at him and started taking in your features as well. Your eyes were a bit puffy and red from crying, and the bruise on your neck was more noticeable than before. It bothered him that someone would do such a thing to a person, but he couldn't do anything about it. Before this, your eyes seemed empty, and you often looked like you were at the end of your rope. But now, as you sat next to him, looking into his eyes, he noticed a sparkle that he hadn't seen before. He wanted to pull your head into his chest and tell you everything would be okay, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
The two of you were engaged in a long staring contest, but it felt like only minutes. You went back and forth with yourself for a while, but finally mustered up the courage to rest your head on his shoulder. You stayed there for a moment, then you felt his hand cup the back of your head and pull your face into his chest. The scent of his cologne was more pronounced here, and you felt a bit warmer. His hand stroked your head gently, and he rested his chin on top of your head.
You closed your eyes and let your body relax. You put your arm around Leon's waist, returning the hug he'd given you. You weren't expecting such comfort from Leon, given how little you two had spoken and how distant you were. You found yourself silently thanking him in your head. Part of you was afraid that you were being an inconvenience to Leon, and that this night would make things awkward between you two, but you didn't realize that both of you needed this physical closeness.
Leon often kept his distance from others, not because he wanted to, but because he was a little socially awkward and could never find time to interact with people even if he wanted to. You were the person he talked to the most, even if The conversations were short and about simple things.
"Thanks again. You really helped me out." You said, managing a small smile.
Leon returned the smile, and you felt heat rise to your face. You didn't often see him smile, but wow, he has such a beautiful smile.
