#hurt/comfort??

[pixelated-glitter]

Hi I saw ur still open to requests. may I have another one? bc npmd has been stuck in my head recently >:D

I was thinking about despite the whole tune of the musical. witnessing/experiencing their classmates dying must be traumatizing.

so I'm thinking about so aftermath stuff

for example Lautski having this hurt&comfort stuff where one of them feeling real bad and guilty for what they had done and the other was like, hugging them/saying reassuring words to them (and Peter is the one who's more likely to feel bad imo)

or it could be Ruth freaking out on hearing Richie's death and one of her friends comforting her

sorry I was rambling a lot. its just a random idea. u could pick one if ur interested and pls don't feel stressed to reply. I really love your writing. have a nice day!

Thank you so much for the request!! I'm gonna try to combine it, kind of tehee

Thank you and have a nice day to you too!

I'll try my best :))

(more beneath the break ^^)

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"..Richard Lipschitz." "Richie's dead?!"

And just like that, Ruth's world came crumbling down. She felt her heart sink and tears starting to swell behind her eyes. She felt her cheeks starting to heat up a little, her brows furrowing.

Richie's dead..?

"..No- No, he can't- He can't be dead. He- He just-" Ruth cried, tightly being held by Peter who was also starting to cry in the hallway, Stephanie and Grace standing with them.

"I can't believe someone would do this.." Stephanie worried.

"..He- he can't just-.." Peter gently shushed her before she could say anything else, in an attempt to comfort her a little. She choked back her sobs, not wanting to draw attention to her. It couldn't just end like this, right?

Later that day, when Ruth, Peter, and Richie would usually have their daily study session at the library, neither of the remaining two decided to turn up.

Ruth decided to completely ignore her aunt Charlotte in the kitchen when she came home and went straight to her room.

"Ruth?" Charlotte opened the door slightly and peeked in to Ruth lying on her bed, sobbing softly.

They talked, for hours. Trying to get this mess to make sense, which it never will.

A few days later, trying to keep her mood up for Pete, she went to rehearsal.

Which was a big mistake.

A few days later when Peter, Stephanie, and Grace were told that Ruth was gone as well, Peter almost immediately broke down into tears.

"They- they were all I had." Sure, he had Stephanie, but he didn't know for sure if they were going to last. What if the killer was going after them as well?

"I know." Stephanie tried her best to comfort him by holding him close and muttering reassuring things to him.

"Do you think this would have happened if we had killed Max?" "We didn't kill him, Pete. It wasn't our fault." "But- but the building wasn't structurally sound." "Well, there was nothing we could have done about that. It's not your fault, It's not anyone's fault. It's gonna be okay."

They spent their time like that alot after the two had passed - Steph holding him, trying her best to keep it together for him, and him choking back his sobs.

Sometimes it was as if he could still hear them, or see snippets of them at school, like their spirits roamed the halls of Hatchetfield High.

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I HOPE THIS WASNT TOO DEPRESSING LMAO

I hope y'all like this!!

[duckies27]

NO ONE CAN STOP ME FROM WRITING POLYTEENS

HAVE SOME POLYTEENS

SPOILERS FOR SEASON 2 (basically this happens at the end of 48, pretending Willy didn't ruin everything)

Normal was shaking. This was too much, it was all too much. Hermie was gone, this was all his fault, he was the reason it all went south. He caused code purple. His fault! All his fault! He was sitting in front of a small fire, alone, just letting tears roll down his cheeks. He was stuck in his own head, trying to fight the urge to just completely give up and plain shift away from this all. Go away, just disappear. But Linc had told him to stay, Scary had told him to stay, Taylor told him to stay. So he would. Meanwhile, the other three were quietly talking nearby. It was clear they were purposely trying to stay quiet so he couldn't hear them. He knew they were trying to protect him but it just hurt. He was so tired and shaky and he just wanted a hug. His eyes were trained on the group, his elf ears slightly drooping. Just like a sad puppy.

"We can't just leave him in his feelings!" Linc hissed softly, gripping his shirt to the point his knuckles were white. "He needs space from his dad! Not from his spouses!" It was clear everything had sent him on his own panic spiral. "His husband's and his wife and-" he cut himself off for a moment, eyes glancing back to Hermie's grave. This was still just so much. Too much had happened in the last few hours.

Scary followed Lincoln's path, eyes softening for the first time in a while. "We...we don't need to talk about it. We don't need to even fully function. He just needs support." Her eyes darted back to Norm. Eyes locked, tears forming in the latter.

"Please don't keep me out of the loop-" he pathetically mumbled, looking even more like a sad puppy.

Taylor grumbled to himself, nodding. "Guys, we need to have a full group chat. As...as spouses." He started walking over, sitting next to Normal. There was hesitation before he gently interlaced their fingers. It didn't take long for Norm to start crying again, leaning to press against Taylor's shoulder. The demon motioning the others over. It took Linc a moment, but he relaxed best he could and sat to the other side of Normal. With a slight scoop and tug, the mascot was in his lap. His arms rested around his waist, his cheek gently pressed softly against his back. Scary was last, taking the spot where Linc started. She gently wrapped her arms around his, rubbing his knuckle.

They sat for a while, all interlaced and cuddled. No talking, just Normal silently crying while the others did their best to comfort. Linc mainly tried to ground his breathing, Scary was running her fingers over his arm, and Taylor had started to nervously info dump. It was something all of them had done in the past to calm him down.

During the two weeks of travel, Linc and Normal would often share a spot on the Cat Bus, sleeping with one's chest pressed to the other's back. The breathing pattern always calmed them both down. When Linc missed his dads or Normal needed a break for the world, they would spend the night cuddling. Even before the marriage.

Scary tended to fidget, it was just...her thing. She needed texture in times of stress. After Terry Jr's death, she constantly needed to feel something underneath her finger tips. Normal happened to be the one who was the most willing to give that texture. She would hold his hand, running her hand over his practically invisible arm hair. They wouldn't say much, but he was always there.

Taylor always was looking for someone to talk to about literally everything. Anime, swords, survivor shit. Anything. Normal was one of the best listeners around, and honestly the only one who put up with it. It started with just general leaning but post marriage...turned to more hand holding while chatting. Or, more, Taylor talking while Normal nodded along and smiled wide.

With the quiet moment of calm, Normal could not stop crying. It started from overwhelm but now it was joy. He felt so safe with them, and for the first time he realized why. He was so focused on Hermie he hadn't realized the mutual pinning that had been going on for so long. The marriage may have been for a loophole or some silly reason, but not anymore. It was love. It was real love. He took a moment to straighten up, glancing to everyone. The gentle touch, the soft breathing, how everyone just let the feeling stand. Letting him cry. Even if it would be ruined in a matter of days, this was enough for him. With a soft shift, he kissed each one of them on the cheek.

Taylor cursed under his breath and turned away, face pink. Scary scoffed, but kissed his cheek in return. Linc buried his face into his back, clearly flustered. Even if they weren't fully ready yet to admit they were in love. Deeper in love then they realized. For now, this was enough. Just hugging, skin to skin.

They might not have allies, they might not have magic items, but they have each other. That is all that matters now.

They could make their own way.

[kyri45]

I didn’t realize you were the person who did the fanfiction tag drinks.

ahah yeah that's meeee!!

They are all available as stickers on my RedBubble shop!

[cronchy-baguette]

I promise

[futuristic-koala]

[stayuntilthefoglifts]

I will remove anyone from my life to protect the peace that I've worked so hard for. Nobody took me out of the dark. I did it on my own.

Unknown

[aphel1on]

nothinggg better than torturing an emotionally repressed character until every single trauma they've ever refused to process starts spilling uncontrollably out of the cracks. like a matryoshka doll situation of repressed trauma and baby you better believe i'm going in there with a hammer

[chappellrroan]

which ao3 tag are you?

[tojbnuy]

boyfriend!toji who doesn’t know why but he feels this weird jealousy everytime he sees you meet your friends and greet them all with a big hug. you never did that with him. you relationship was still fairly new to the both of you, but you kissed you fucked you even held hands sometimes when walking around. but, what toji was now realizing, was that he wanted a hug. well, he wanted a hug from You. not a casual little hug, a hug. holding each other. he didn’t know how to broach the subject without sounding needy and like the complete opposite of how he usually acts. he had never cared about this kinda stuff with other people, he’d never experienced it growing up and he thought he could live without it. until you. until you showed him that wanting to be held was normal. he’d been thinking about it for a while until one night, as the two of you got ready for bed it simply slipped out.

‘how come you don’t hug me?’

immediately you stopped plaiting your hair and turned to him with a shocked look.

‘what?’

‘how come you don’t hug me? like when you see your friends or you say bye you hug them. you don’t hug me.’

as soon as he said it he felt stupid. a grown man like him, older than you and he was sat here asking for a fucking hug. what if you turned the question around and said ‘well you don’t hug me’ what would he say? that i’ve never done that before sorry i don’t know how? his thoughts came to a stop when he felt a small hand grab his own larger one.

‘i- toji im so sorry. i’m sorry i didn’t think that was something you wanted.’

fuck now he’s made you feel bad.

‘nah doll you don’t have to say sorry, its nothing let’s just go to bed’

‘no toji please. let’s talk about it.’

you lifted the blanket and made your way over to his side of the bed so you could sit face to face. everything about you was so soft, so kind. such a complete contrast to himself. he was panicking, he didn’t do stuff like this, never talked about stuff like this.

‘honestly toji, i really just thought you weren’t a touchy person. i’m sorry for just assuming especially considering everything you’ve been through,’

‘no please doll. i wasn’t trying to blame you for anything. i just’

his palms were actually sweating, but your face. god your darling sweet face, looking at him like he hung up the stars in sky. like every word out of his mouth meant the world to you. you would wait for him to get the words out no matter how long he took.

‘i don’t know to be honest. you’re right i’m not a touchy person i’ve never really hugged anyone. but i want that. with you. and im sorry, i should be the one to initiate it i just didn’t really know how doll.’ his voice was so quiet, just a rough whisper.

he looked up to stare into your glassy eyes when you leaned in and kissed him. a small whisper of a kiss.

‘can i hug you?’ you said with your lips pressed against his.

he knew you knew he would prefer not to dwell on it.

and then he wrapped his arms around your back so tightly like he was showing the universe just how bad he needed you. he pulled you into his lap and let his cheek fall to your shoulder. he felt your arms wrap around his neck and you fingers stroking the hairs at his nape.

neither of you spoke, you simply sat and held each other and made a silent promise to maintain the closeness from today onwards.

‘thank you for telling me toji. you big baby.’

‘yeah that’s enough. time for bed.’

your giggle was music to his ears.

[greykolla-art]

My blog has become infested with angst goblins, and they must be fed with some hypothetical scenarios!🙏💚

[bebx]

average ao3 author’s notes be like

warning: I am about to put the blorbo in a situation so perverted and fucked it will traumatize and destroy them completely, physically and emotionally. this is your last warning.

hey guys, I hope you all are having a great day!! thank you for sticking around with me! 😊 life update: I did end up adopting the puppy! he’s so cute you guys, literally melting my heart 😭 anyway, remember to drink water and be kind to each other! ilysm 💕🥰✨🫶🏻 enjoy!

(this is indeed the same author on the same fic in the same author’s notes, of course)

[candaru]

no no. you don't get it. the reason I injure my blorbos until they can't walk is because that's the only way they'll ever let someone else carry them. the reason I curse them to be sick and feverish is so that they'll finally open up about their emotions while delirious. the reason I force them to overexert themselves to the point of exhaustion is so that when they pass out they can finally rest.

I'm doing this for their own good.

[timetravelsong]

𝐈𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈’𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐟𝐟𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐭. 𝐈’𝐦 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

excerpts from a book I’ll never write

[cronchy-baguette]

When all this is over, will you stay with me? For good?

[2danesand1cat]

Bruce Wayne calling any of his children sweetheart.

Especially if they are hurt or crying or otherwise distraught.

That’s it. That’s the post.