#agnelo parker x female reader

[magicalbuttertarts]

AEW Masterlist

Diamond in the Rough

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions self-harm. Mentions blood. I put them under the cut. Mentions an eating disorder. Mentions hitting/punching oneself. I decided to go with all three, with three different Mental Heath issues.. I hope you like it.

WC: 1459

From my previous account, plentyoffandoms.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Cutting - Eddie Kingston

Our bedroom was silent as I grabbed the medical supplies from our bathroom and placed them in the little basket we had in the bathroom. Usually for decoration. I kept looking behind me, just to make sure she was still there.

She was staring at her wrists, which were dripping blood onto our carpet.

I made a mental note to get the stains soaking before cleaning them.

Once I had everything I needed, I grabbed the basket and walked into our bedroom. She didn't look up at me, still looking down at her wrists and her lap.

I grabbed the ottoman that we kept in the corner and pulled it in front of her, and sat down. I'm getting myself ready to clean her wrists.

"Eddie." Came her soft voice as I gently took her right wrist and inspected it before grabbing the cloth, ready to wipe it clean.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm sorry." I looked into her eyes, where tears were threatening to fall. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby." I stood up slightly and kissed her on the forehead first and then kissed her trembling lips, cupping her cheek in my hand.

"I am broken." I heard her mutter against my lips. I pulled my lips away to get a good look at her. She was staring down, avoiding my gaze as I urged her to look into my eyes.

"You, my dear, are not broken. We." I made sure to emphasize the we, "will get you some help. We will look into ways that can help you with whatever pain you may be going through."

Silence.

I went back to cleaning her cuts. My heart broke at seeing the faded scars on her wrist and arms.

I was almost done when she said my name once more.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

I gripped the wrist that was bandaged and gave it a gentle kiss. "I love you too, baby. So very much."

◆

Bulimia - Angelo Parker

The first time I heard throwing up was clear as day in my mind.

I heard her before I saw her. I followed the sound of puking as I slowly walked towards our washroom. She wasn't expecting me home this early. I was due back in a couple of days, but an event got cancelled, so I decided to come home and suprise her.

I was not expecting to find her hunched over the toilet, throwing up the contents of her stomach. At first, I thought she came down with some type of bug, but then I noticed the glass next to her and the box of salt.

I made a mental note to ask her about it. I softly walked back towards the front door, opening it and slamming it shut. "Hey baby. I'm home. An event got cancelled."

"I'll be out in just one second."

•

She was careful after that, but I noticed that the box of salt was under the sink, all the way in the back.

Hidden.

I was gone from home more, but I always made sure to check in, and this last time, I was worried. She hasn't picked up her phone or answered a single one of my texts.

I flew home and found her past out on our bed. I took notice for the first time, I guess, how small and tiny she looked. I tried to wake her up, but she wasn't responding, so I called 911.

That is where I was informed about her eating disorder. It all made sense now.

I didn't leave her side. I even ended up sleeping in the chair next to her hospital bed.

The moment she woke up, all I could do was cry as I kissed her.

"Angelo, where are we?" Her voice was hoarse, and it made my heart clench when I explained to her what happened. Tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I thought I had it under control." I gripped her hands in mine, urging her to look at me.

"Love, you scared me. I should have seen the signs better." I was blaming myself for this. I was wondering if I was around more, I would have noticed.

"Angelo, I have dealt with this for most of my life. I just thought I had it more under control."

I was stunned to hear her say she has dealt with this for most of her life.

"I need help." She finally said. "I don't want to die."

"We are going to find the best help. Money is not an issue because you are stuck with me for life, sweetheart."

I kissed her just as the doctor and nurse walked in, never once a letting go of her hand unless the doctor or nurse needed her hand.

◆

HITTING/PUNCHING - Daniel Garcia

The first time, I heard the sound of what sounded like someone slapping their face in our bathroom, I thought I was still dreaming.

I noticed then that her side of the bed was empty. I heard the noise again, which instantly woke me up, concerned that someone broke into our apartment and were harming her.

We just moved in together not long ago, and I don't know the neighbourhood that well yet.

I called out her name. "Daniel, baby. Go back to sleep. I'll be out soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I just had to take care of something. I'll be there soon." My eyes were already feeling heavy with sleep, and once my head was back on my pillow, I was out like a light.

•

I was gone for a couple of weeks when I finally had time to spend with her. The first couple of days I was home, it was great. I did notice the bruises on her body, and when I questioned her about it, she just laughed and said she was clumsy and walked into the corners or the walls.

"They look like handprints, baby." I pointed out.

I knew what handprints looked like. I get smacked enough at work to know.

"Daniel, baby, can you just drop it. I am fine. I just am clumsy. You see me walk. I trip all the time."

I decided to drop the topic for now.

•

I kept a close eye on her and even looked for new bruises. I truly thought someone was hurting her, and I was getting more and more concerned.

I wasn't expecting that someone to be her.

I left to head to the gym when I noticed I had left my phone at home. I drove back home to get it as I needed it to work out.

I was going to say something when I finally saw her.

She was standing in the kitchen, making herself something to eat, when her open face palm slapped herself in the face.

She shook her head and did it again.

She did it a few times.

Then she was punching her thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran towards her, grabbing her hand in mine. She screamed as she thought I was gone.

"Danny! You scared me."

I was silent as I looked her over. It all made sense now. The random bruises. The noises.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Cooking."

"You know what I mean, love."

"It is a long story, Danny."

"I have all the time in the world when it comes to you." I guided her and I to the kitchen table and sat down. Waiting for her to tell me.

•

I sat there, going over everything in my head.

"Okay, so this started when you were young, but you kept it hidden. Love, I think you need to talk to someone." Her eyes got wide, and she shook her head no.

"Baby, this isn't good. You could do some serious harm to yourself. What if you hit your head too hard?"

"You know how my family is, Danny. We don't get help for this stuff."

"I say this nicely Baby, but fuck your family. You are with me and away from them. I love you, everything about you, but you need help. We will find someone. Make an appointment with your doctor so we can get a referral to a specialist."

I could tell she was fighting an inner battle with herself, and she went to hit herself again, but I grabbed her hands and held them in mine.

"We are in this together, Baby. The first step is your doctor."

I kissed her hands and held them in mine until I felt it was safe enough to let go. She grabbed her phone, and after a few tries, she finally got through to the receptionist.

I sat there, proud of her taking this first step to getting help.

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I know that with the holidays and election, life gets rough, but you have people who love you. ❤️

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People on here literally had my six when I was going through it in August.

You aren't going through hell it's just high waters. You don't have to go through them alone.

AEW Masterlist

Diamond in the Rough

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: mentions self-harm. Mentions blood. I put them under the cut. Mentions an eating disorder. Mentions hitting/punching oneself. I decided to go with all three, with three different Mental Heath issues.. I hope you like it.

WC: 1459

From my previous account, plentyoffandoms.

©️ magicalbuttertarts 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

Cutting - Eddie Kingston

Our bedroom was silent as I grabbed the medical supplies from our bathroom and placed them in the little basket we had in the bathroom. Usually for decoration. I kept looking behind me, just to make sure she was still there.

She was staring at her wrists, which were dripping blood onto our carpet.

I made a mental note to get the stains soaking before cleaning them.

Once I had everything I needed, I grabbed the basket and walked into our bedroom. She didn't look up at me, still looking down at her wrists and her lap.

I grabbed the ottoman that we kept in the corner and pulled it in front of her, and sat down. I'm getting myself ready to clean her wrists.

"Eddie." Came her soft voice as I gently took her right wrist and inspected it before grabbing the cloth, ready to wipe it clean.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm sorry." I looked into her eyes, where tears were threatening to fall. "You have nothing to be sorry for, baby." I stood up slightly and kissed her on the forehead first and then kissed her trembling lips, cupping her cheek in my hand.

"I am broken." I heard her mutter against my lips. I pulled my lips away to get a good look at her. She was staring down, avoiding my gaze as I urged her to look into my eyes.

"You, my dear, are not broken. We." I made sure to emphasize the we, "will get you some help. We will look into ways that can help you with whatever pain you may be going through."

Silence.

I went back to cleaning her cuts. My heart broke at seeing the faded scars on her wrist and arms.

I was almost done when she said my name once more.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you."

I gripped the wrist that was bandaged and gave it a gentle kiss. "I love you too, baby. So very much."

◆

Bulimia - Angelo Parker

The first time I heard throwing up was clear as day in my mind.

I heard her before I saw her. I followed the sound of puking as I slowly walked towards our washroom. She wasn't expecting me home this early. I was due back in a couple of days, but an event got cancelled, so I decided to come home and suprise her.

I was not expecting to find her hunched over the toilet, throwing up the contents of her stomach. At first, I thought she came down with some type of bug, but then I noticed the glass next to her and the box of salt.

I made a mental note to ask her about it. I softly walked back towards the front door, opening it and slamming it shut. "Hey baby. I'm home. An event got cancelled."

"I'll be out in just one second."

•

She was careful after that, but I noticed that the box of salt was under the sink, all the way in the back.

Hidden.

I was gone from home more, but I always made sure to check in, and this last time, I was worried. She hasn't picked up her phone or answered a single one of my texts.

I flew home and found her past out on our bed. I took notice for the first time, I guess, how small and tiny she looked. I tried to wake her up, but she wasn't responding, so I called 911.

That is where I was informed about her eating disorder. It all made sense now.

I didn't leave her side. I even ended up sleeping in the chair next to her hospital bed.

The moment she woke up, all I could do was cry as I kissed her.

"Angelo, where are we?" Her voice was hoarse, and it made my heart clench when I explained to her what happened. Tears started to fall from her eyes.

"I thought I had it under control." I gripped her hands in mine, urging her to look at me.

"Love, you scared me. I should have seen the signs better." I was blaming myself for this. I was wondering if I was around more, I would have noticed.

"Angelo, I have dealt with this for most of my life. I just thought I had it more under control."

I was stunned to hear her say she has dealt with this for most of her life.

"I need help." She finally said. "I don't want to die."

"We are going to find the best help. Money is not an issue because you are stuck with me for life, sweetheart."

I kissed her just as the doctor and nurse walked in, never once a letting go of her hand unless the doctor or nurse needed her hand.

◆

HITTING/PUNCHING - Daniel Garcia

The first time, I heard the sound of what sounded like someone slapping their face in our bathroom, I thought I was still dreaming.

I noticed then that her side of the bed was empty. I heard the noise again, which instantly woke me up, concerned that someone broke into our apartment and were harming her.

We just moved in together not long ago, and I don't know the neighbourhood that well yet.

I called out her name. "Daniel, baby. Go back to sleep. I'll be out soon."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I just had to take care of something. I'll be there soon." My eyes were already feeling heavy with sleep, and once my head was back on my pillow, I was out like a light.

•

I was gone for a couple of weeks when I finally had time to spend with her. The first couple of days I was home, it was great. I did notice the bruises on her body, and when I questioned her about it, she just laughed and said she was clumsy and walked into the corners or the walls.

"They look like handprints, baby." I pointed out.

I knew what handprints looked like. I get smacked enough at work to know.

"Daniel, baby, can you just drop it. I am fine. I just am clumsy. You see me walk. I trip all the time."

I decided to drop the topic for now.

•

I kept a close eye on her and even looked for new bruises. I truly thought someone was hurting her, and I was getting more and more concerned.

I wasn't expecting that someone to be her.

I left to head to the gym when I noticed I had left my phone at home. I drove back home to get it as I needed it to work out.

I was going to say something when I finally saw her.

She was standing in the kitchen, making herself something to eat, when her open face palm slapped herself in the face.

She shook her head and did it again.

She did it a few times.

Then she was punching her thighs. I couldn't take it anymore. I ran towards her, grabbing her hand in mine. She screamed as she thought I was gone.

"Danny! You scared me."

I was silent as I looked her over. It all made sense now. The random bruises. The noises.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

"Cooking."

"You know what I mean, love."

"It is a long story, Danny."

"I have all the time in the world when it comes to you." I guided her and I to the kitchen table and sat down. Waiting for her to tell me.

•

I sat there, going over everything in my head.

"Okay, so this started when you were young, but you kept it hidden. Love, I think you need to talk to someone." Her eyes got wide, and she shook her head no.

"Baby, this isn't good. You could do some serious harm to yourself. What if you hit your head too hard?"

"You know how my family is, Danny. We don't get help for this stuff."

"I say this nicely Baby, but fuck your family. You are with me and away from them. I love you, everything about you, but you need help. We will find someone. Make an appointment with your doctor so we can get a referral to a specialist."

I could tell she was fighting an inner battle with herself, and she went to hit herself again, but I grabbed her hands and held them in mine.

"We are in this together, Baby. The first step is your doctor."

I kissed her hands and held them in mine until I felt it was safe enough to let go. She grabbed her phone, and after a few tries, she finally got through to the receptionist.

I sat there, proud of her taking this first step to getting help.

Tag list: @lghockey @nicoleveno14 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @hooks-martin @madhatterbri @wwenhlimagines @melissahausen @tahiri-veyla