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A one-shot with a male reader and Nornam Bates where the reader is having panic attack and Norman comforts him or at least tries to?

'Ofc!! I really like Norman so I'm really hyped for this!

A/N: Sorry I've been gone, had a really bad burnout but now I wanna write!

Warnings: Mentions of SH, and severe panic attacks.

He didn't know where you were, didn't know where you had gone and more importantly, he didn't know what was wrong with you. When he checked your shared room and you weren't there he didn't think anything of it but after about an hour of doing nothing, he got bored and started to worry. It shouldn't take that long to find you, you usually were just wandering or in bed but the room was still empty, he didn’t hear the shower either, he was about to leave but he heard a small sob from the bathroom and rushed to it opening the door slowly peeking in. He was scared he was going to see blood or a knife but all he saw was you on the floor of the bathroom curled in a ball crying.

He rushed over and bent down in front of you holding his arms out to see if you wanted to be touched, he sighed in relief when you pushed your way into his arms. Your breath tickled his neck but he didn’t care, all he worried about was you and what was causing you to freak out like this. “My love, what’s wrong? what happened? Are you alright?” He spoke quietly in your ear, he felt you lean back but stop, before he could speak you let out another sob and he knew you couldn’t speak so he let you cry. Once your breath started speeding up is when he forced your face in his hands and made you look at him, he knew what was happening now, something that he had been dealing with for ages now, a panic attack. “Darling look at me. I need you to breathe with me okay? Follow me” he said, he slowly started to breathe making sure his chest was on yours so you could feel what you needed to do, he took in a deep breath in and held it before exhaling, he continued and watched as you did the same. He saw your breathing start to slow, “That’s it, good boy” he praised softly, “I’m so proud of you” he continued. When you pulled away and looked at him with teary eyes his heart broke, the eyes he loved and would stare at always were filled with fear and sadness, he hated it.

“What happened dear?” He asked, “I-I just” you started but stopped when your voice broke “Take your time” Norman spoke, “I just had a bad dream that you got caught, we-we had to separate and I rel-relapsed” you finished with a small broken sob, “Oh love..” Norman whispered, “It was nothing but a dream, I’m still here, we are still here, we are still together. Nothing will change that.” He spoke firmly, he knew that wasn’t exactly true but he would be dammed to let anything separate you both, you were the only thing that could call him down, the only thing to bring him back when the voices would take him away. You are his everything and he hated seeing you like this, “I know, I know, it’s just felt to real” you said, “I’m sorry my dear, do you want to lay down? I’ll close if you need me.” he said with a small smile, “please?” You whispered, “Of course my boy” he said as he gave you a soft kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back in a minute, go lay down” he said as he helped you stand up, he later you down and quickly left to close down the front desk returning a moment later to come cuddle you under the security of your blankets.

HELLO!! I’m finally back!!! I know this one was a bit dark and maybe a little long but the next ones will be happier!! Please feel free to request again and I will posting again some time Tomorrow!!

#slasher x reader #x male y/n #male reader #norman bates #norman bates x reader #slasher headcanons #slasher imagines #slashers

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aetherisntemo · 2 years ago

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Reminder!

YOU are loved!

YOU are worth it!

Never let the thoughts in your head push tell you otherwise.

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aetherisntemo · 2 years ago

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THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT?? THE ANGST IS SO PERFECT AND I’M JUST SPEECHLESS OMG

Memento Mori || Kyle "Gaz" Garrick x M!reader

Warnings: typical CoD violence, pure angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, unhealthy coping mechanisms, slightly ooc

Basically this is the Secretly Married fic but Gaz and Y/N don't confront Soap and angst happens.

I accidentally deleted the request thingy but dude..you, you who requested this damn bro....I love your thinking man

You walked around the base, hearing some recruits talking about some stuff you certainly wouldn’t want to hear.

"Apparently Gaz cheated on his wife with Y/N." "No way." "Yea, Don't know who she is, but damn, I feel bad for her."

"How doesn't he feel bad? I mean he ruined a perfectly good marriage."

"Why is he still his friend?"

Your teeth clenched, shoulders tensing as you walked past the staring eyes. You've been hearing this shit for a couple of days now and at first you just laughed at it. It sounded ridiculous.

But now you wanted to scream, your throat feels like sandpaper. Mistake. You must be mistaken, there's no doubt about it. Kyle would never, your Kyle would never do it. You two have been best friends since childhood, boyfriends for two years and husbands for three years now.

Gaz wouldn't cheat on you.

Right?

Entering your room and finally relaxing. Finally left alone after a hard day, you huffed while kicking your boots off and running a hand through your hair.

Was it possible? Could it be? Kyle wouldn’t — He — He wouldn’t — but what if he — Shut up.

You shook your head, trying to shake the doubts. You had married him three years ago, he married you three years ago, it was your anniversary in two days. Why would he cheat now? Gaz wasn’t the kind of person who’d do that to somebody. If he wanted to break up with you, he’d do so to your face, not cheat on you with someone else. Right?

You weren’t looking to sleep. You just needed to think. Frowning, you sat down on your bed, dropping your head and letting your shoulders slump. Everything blurred, and all you could think about were the whispers in your mind.

Gaz is cheating on you. He doesn't love you. You're useless to him.

Kyle wouldn’t cheat on you. He loved you. But there were other words whispering now, insecurities and doubts that had gotten their way into your head, rumors always start somewhere, don't they, Y/N? You’re so fucking stupid. You’re not good enough.

Not good enough, not good enough, never good enough, always failing in everything you do.

Calm down, jesus. You're always so tense Y/N. No wonder he cheated on you.

Don't be so depressed. Selfish, sad, a nuisance to everyone around you. Why should anyone put up with you?

Other words drifted in and out. Selfish. Plagued. Cursed. Unlovable. Weak. A day or two and you might start believing them.

You have always known it was possible that Kyle might tire of you, might leave you when he realized that you couldn’t be all that he deserved. There was always a better fuck he could find. Always a chick that could satisfy Gaz' needs better than you.

No. No. Kyle wasn’t cheating on you, he wouldn’t do that. This was ridiculous. Or was it?

….Right? yeah.

Your inner worries are interrupted by the sound of the door opening and closing and your husband announcing his arrival.

How predictable, you think bitterly, you were oblivious, trying to see the best in him. But no, you weren’t perfect. You weren’t good enough. No matter what you did you were never good enough.

“Hey babe” He sounded so cheerful and happy.

You forced a smile. “Hey” It came out as a whisper. You weren’t able to look at him, just staring at the ceiling. Inspecting every small crack in the drywall above.

"You alright?" a voice beside you chirps with curiosity.

Do I look like I'm alright? Why don't you ask that from the whore you banged last night? Why don't you Gaz. Are you still putting up with me out of pity? Am I that pitiful that you can't say it to my face?

"Fine, just tired."

He only nodded, taking his jacket off and coming up next to you. He was warm and smelled very good. You just wanted to nuzzle up to him, kiss his soft lips and—

You couldn’t breathe.

You pushed him away, getting up and taking your boots. You wanted to run, to disappear and fade into nothingness. "Where are you going? You said you were tired."

"Yeah, sorry. Just wanna go and…get some fresh air."

Not waiting for his answer you turned around and left, closing the door with a loud bang. Some hard liquor would really help right about now. Sucks you didn't have any.

Walking through the semi quiet base you listened to some other conversations you heard along the way. Wanting to hear anything but Gaz. Anything but his stupid voice in your head telling you how naive and foolish you were.

Getting outside and taking a quick appreciation towards the cold breeze. Sitting on cold concrete wasn't exactly relaxing, but at least you could clear your mind.

Taking out a small sketchbook and a pencil, you began to draw. Nothing in particular, just something to not think about him.

No matter how much you drew and outlined on the paper, all you could think about was Gaz and that girl he cheated on you with. All that giggling, smiling, kissing, touching, flirting—

“Y/N”

Snapping out of your thoughts you whipped around.

Ghost.

Letting out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you turned back to your paper. Looking down at the pencil that you managed to snap in half. You were clearly frustrated.

Hearing Ghost walking up next to you and sitting down on the cement. It was quiet for a few seconds, and you honestly didn't mind it. Ghost was a pleasant person to be around usually, but today it was...different. He was tense, irritable and sad? It was hard to pinpoint his emotions just through his eyes.

"What do you want?" Your voice came out rougher than you intended it to be, making you flinch. You could feel his hard stare on you without looking back at him.

"I just… Well, we're going on a mission tomorrow morning. We're leaving at 6, so you better be ready by then." He wanted to say something else.

"Price didn't tell me before?"

"We had a meeting. You didn't show up."

Oh.

Makes sense, the entire day felt like a dream. You sparred with some recruits, cleaned some rifles in the armory, worked out at the gym, avoided Gaz. Completely forgetting that you had a meeting today or any other responsibilities at that.

Muttering a sorry, before getting up and leaving Ghost to sit on his own. He looked like he wanted to say something but stopped when he saw you getting up. You were too tired to listen to him right now anyway so you didn't bother going back. He could tell you tomorrow.

Next morning you woke up at 0300, partially because you couldn't sleep and partially because you just couldn’t sleep in Kyle's room. Last night you were debating on whether to go back to your own room where Kyle was sleeping or taking his room. You took his.

You roll onto your stomach, burying your face in his lumpy pillow and letting out a raspy moan. It smelled of him. Everything fucking smelled of him. You swallow against the roughness in your throat, sore and spent from sobbing to your heart’s fucking content last night. Why were you so weak? After about 45 minutes you managed to get up. You had nothing to do so you decided to go to the landing pad early and stand there freezing like a stick in the mud.

It was nice. It was foggy and the sun was not up yet. As much as it would be nice to complain about having to wake up in this cold fucking weather when the sun isn’t up yet, it was strangely relaxing. Most people were still asleep or just waking up and you did not have to worry about people staring or asking questions.

Gaz really seemed like he wanted to talk to you as he somehow knew you were out here by yourself. He jogged up to you with that bright smile still on his face. It made you sick. “Hey, you didn’t come back last night. What did you do? Sleep in the cold outside?” His mouth was split into a grin and you just wanted to wipe that pleasant expression off so bad.

You didn’t answer his question, just shrugging as you looked in the distance and waiting for the rest of the guys to hurry the fuck up. You had the fortune of knowing and loving the ins and outs of the world wonder that was the infamous Kyle “Gaz” Garrick. Well you used to know and love him.

Gaz must’ve known that something was wrong with you.You have been avoiding him, seeking an escape anytime you two were in the same room. “Um…Did— Did I do something wrong?” His tone was hesitant, slightly pained.

You shrugged again.

Gaz shook his head. “Guess I did…Listen, love, whatever I did, I’m sure we can figure it out.” He tried to touch you, but you grabbed his hand.

"Did you call her that too? Love? You disgusting fucking bastard."

“What?” That seemed to catch him off guard.

“Acting stupid now? Did you call her love too?” Every word dripped with poison as you repeated the words to him slower, squeezing his hand until he winced in pain.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes were huge and filled with confusion. He studied your face as quickly as he could, trying to read the situation.

From the corner of your eye you saw the rest of the 141 coming up. Perfect.

“How long were you hiding it for Gaz?” Your voice was anomalously calm. If it were any more emotionless you would almost sound like a robot.

“I told you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His eyes flicked back to the trio that stopped and stood close enough to hear your conversation. You scoffed out a humorless laugh, looking Gaz straight in the eyes.

Liar. Fucking bastard liar.

“You know what I’m talking about.” You muttered under your breath. Something in you seemed to snap “What cheap whore did you fuck? When were you gonna tell me? Or did you think that you could keep this as a dirty little secret thinking I’d never find out?” He looked shocked, breathing turning shaky.

"I should have known marrying you was a mistake. I should have just stayed in my goddamn lane and never asked you out that day five years ago! Honestly…what did I see in you?"

His eyes were teary and you almost wanted to hug him and ask for his forgiveness. Almost.

Your heart was racing and your hands were trembling at this point. His confused and terrified expression made you laugh. Laugh like a goddamn lunatic.

“I fucking hate you.”

He tried to say something until you pulled out the necklace that you held onto for dear life for the past three years. A round metal band you wore on your neck because you knew you’d lose it otherwise. A metal band Kyle got for you, a ring for a man he practically adored. Kyle spent so long looking for the right one. The right shape, the right color, the right material, the right everything for the man he loved.

"Y/N, what're you—" He doesn’t finish his sentence due to a chain snapping and a quiet thud that followed.

"Happy anniversary, Kyle."

His face was unreadable, eyes unable to leave the ring silver band. Feeling satisfied you turned on your heels, disappering into the helicopter.

Gaz roughly brushed away his tears as he stumbled in after Soap, the pain in his chest like a feral animal. Clawing and savaging him. His eyes stinging as bitter tears streaked hid skin. Why? Why? Why?

The ride was unbearably uncomfortable for numerous reasons. You stared out the window most of the time, occasionally looking behind your shoulder to catch Ghost’s gaze on you.

Gaz kept his eyes ahead. He wasn't so used to this, his squad was full of chattering idiots. He wanted to scream, cry his heart out, explain everything to you. It was usually easy and comfortable but now it was insufferable to even glance at you .

Soap felt way too awkward, drumming his fingers on the tops of his thighs and looking around the helicopter like he didn't know every inch of the metal from the millions of times he let his eyes roam every scratch on the aircraft.

Gaz tried speaking with you but you just kept ignoring him. “Please Y/N…” His voice cracks as he whispers. He was confused, so confused. Every conversation fell fast, only met with a few words or silence. There were no jokes or attempts to lighten the mood.

You had somehow managed to clear every enemy coming your way. You were inattentive, too distracted with Gaz bombarding you with questions and apologies.

Bang. The body of the enemy hit the ground, stumbling, scrabbling, hands slicked with sweat and maybe now blood―you couldn’t tell. Bang. Your heart was pounding like a submachine gun, automatic, too fast for comfort. Murderous.

Bang. More enemies came your way. They had hit your leg, somewhere nonlethal. Bullets whizzed by, and you only had so much luck until another bullet hit you, through the shoulder, tearing flesh, taking a chunk with it, and you became aware of the unfortunately familiar hot trickle of blood down your arm, soaking into layers of clothing. You were getting distracted. You could already hear Price scolding you, and you wanted to make it out of this just to see the expression on the other man’s face when you showed up to the doctor one limp arm and covered in scratches and bruises.

Get back to work! Stop fucking around!

Can't you do something right for once?

Can't you do anything right for once?

Stop being a nuisance, Y/N.

Shut up, Y/N!

You’re so fucking useless!

Why did the 141 even pick you?

Why did Kyle even pick you?

Just die.

Being too distracted you didn’t notice an incoming bullet that embedded itself in your chest.

Resigned to your own imminent and gruesome fate, you didn’t fight back as you fell, waiting as heavy footsteps from the enemy drew near. He unceremoniously stomped on your back and forced your face deeper into mud soaked with rain.

The scream which echoed over the comms was the straw which broke Gaz. A scream pure in agony and pain.

"Y/N…? Y/N come in?! Y/N" You ignored the screams, not wanting them to find you. Not alive at least.

Waiting for your heart to slow. Waiting for your head to stop spinning. Waiting to black out. Waiting to die.

At least he would finally be happy. He was rid of you. For now and forever.

"No, no, Y/N. Where are you?" Gaz cried out desperately. “I love you. Fuck, I love you so much. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

You barely felt the searing end of a gun barrel that pressed against the back of your skull. You were once told that if a shot goes off and you don't hear it, the bullet hits you. Well bitch you didn't hear a damn thing as your vision goes white. Then terrifyingly black.

Mini time skip

Pain. A sharp bang of pain woke him.

Kyle woke up with a startle, one hand clutching his chest and the other searching your side of the bed. No, you weren’t there. Haven't been there in 11 months. He choked back a sob, burying his face in your pillow.

Even months later, he can still hear the agonizing scream he let out when he found the love of his life lifeless on the battlefield, on the day of their 3rd year anniversary.

He forces himself out of bed, the bedside clock flashing ‘3:36 PM’ in the dimly lit room. Kyle doesn’t even remember the last time he’s even turned the light on or spoke to anyone. He pushes himself up, staring at his feet for a moment, debating on if he even has the energy to get up today.

He finally decides to force himself up after a long 10 minutes, the disgusting feeling on his body beginning to be too much for his liking. He hasn't showered in weeks.

The water felt almost ice cold on his back, as it dripped down his body, his dull brown orbs staring down at the water pooling at his feet. Kyle allows his mind to wander, images of you immediately begin flashing through his mind.

Whisting echoed through the apartment.

“Nice and warm cookies. Later, a cozy chocolate cover on top..."

Suddenly, you felt like an intruder in your own apartment. Like an intruder on a happy painting.

It was a nice smell though. Cookies, chocolate, strawberries, cherries. So many things at once, your apartment felt totally different now. So full of life.

A life that only he could make possible.

“A cake?" You whispered soflty against your husbands ear, making him jump in place and a few chocolate drops to fall over his cheeks, while holding him thightly.

“Y/N? Shit.. you scared me.” Kyle mumbled, breathing heavily. “Yes... a cake. Theres nothing much to do and so I thought...maybe baking would be fun."

“Awesome."

He groaned at the feeling of your lips pressing light kisses on neck. “I'll get some ice cream. Which flavor you prefer?"

He happily turned around, holding his lover's face with both hands and kissing your cheek.

“Chocolate. Or... cherry. Or maybe... vanilla..."

These were the best moments in your opinion. Just the two of you. No missions, no waking up at six in the morning, just you and him. You loved it. Seeing your husband all happy while doing something so simple.

Kyle was violently shaking, trying to get up from the floor but failing, feeling too weak. He closes his eyes and lets the water drip on his face as he tries to calm his breathing.

It was all a stupid misunderstanding. He's gone. You're gone.

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aetherisntemo · 3 years ago

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cuddles with mountain and rain? please pleaseeee. (btw youre such a lovely person, have a great day, xo)

Petrichor and Pine

Thank you very much anon! I will not be talking about how long it took me to find a gif to head this... Also, I'm not sure if you wanted this to be a headcannon format where I do them separately or if you wanted them together, so I just did them together, if you want them separate, feel free to let me know and I'll do another!

Summary: After a long day, the three of you wanted nothing more than to cuddle up in bed and relax.

Word Count: 617 this one isn't as long just because I didn't want to expand too much on the before and get straight to it, but hopefully it is short and sweet :)

Mountain Ghoul x gn!reader x Rain Ghoul

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The day seemed to drag on longer than normal. You hadn't seen either of your ghouls all day, as they had both been cooped up in the practice room with the rest of the Ghost Project all day. You'd dropped by the door to the practice room several times to see if they were still there, and each time you could hear them going at it.

You knew your two partners would be restless by the time they were finally done. Neither of them did well with being stuck in one room for too long, especially without some form of distraction. So you hoped to have everything done by the time their were finished, because you knew they would both crave your undivided attention after not seeing you all day.

You never complained, though. You loved the clingy side of the two of them, however, you knew if the two of them came over to you while still in the process of finishing your chores, you would end up getting nothing done.

So, you went about your chores, deciding that either, you would see them later in the common room of the ghoul den, or you would get dragged off by the two of them when they finish their practice.

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By the time you finished all of your chores, it was just about dinner time, and most of the other clergy members were heading to the dining hall. Meanwhile, you went in the opposite direction, back towards the ghoul den.

Considering you hadn't been disrupted by either of your ghouls, you'd figured they were still stuck in the practice room. You figured you'd wait for them in one of their rooms, grabbing a snack on your way alongside one of your books you'd left there.

Opting to wait in Mountains room with the biggest bed, you grabbed a blanket from Rain's room before curling up in Mountains bed and beginning to read.

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When the ghouls finished practice, Rain and Mountain practically ran from the room. They began to follow your lingering scent, which led them down to the ghoul den. From there, they couldn't quite place it, so they separated and each headed to their respective rooms.

When Mountain saw you curled up, he smiled. Any stress and tension leaving his body immediately. He was quiet and getting himself ready for bed, seeing that you were fast asleep yourself, and when Rain entered the room, he hushed him, pointing at your sleeping form.

Rain, who had gotten ready in his own room, moved towards the bed, sitting on the edge of it, and picking you up gently to move you to the middle of the bed. He then moved closer to you, wrapping his arms around you, his tail curling around your leg. When you subconsciously moved closer to the ghoul, he purred happily, kissing the top of your head.

Mountain came around the other side of the bed and wrapped himself around the both of you. The heat from both of the ghouls alongside their gentle purring caused you to stir.

You knew they were there by their smell alone, the mixed scent of pine and petrichor greeting you first. When you opened your eyes, you saw Rain first, giving him a soft smile and a peck on the forehead, before turning and doing the same for Mountain.

They three of you got as close as possible, bringing each other in close. You felt the tension leave the two ghouls as they relaxed into you. Slowly, their gentle purring and warmth lulled you back to sleep with a smile on your face, knowing you were wrapped in your two favorite ghouls arms.

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