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Request: No Title: Heart to Heart Pairing: Yungblud X Reader Genre: Drabble, Fluff, Comfort: CW/TW: Mentions of lgbtqphobia, descriptions of anxiety, mentions of hate crimes Summary: in the aftermath of the elections, reader is scared, Dom comforts them

You were curled up against Dom's bare chest. the smoothness of it making you all the more calm. Lately he was the one thing that managed to make you feel safe amid all the chaos. You had been particularly on edge with the most recent political events. And he knew. You did not need to say it, because those same events also scared him... As you rested your head against him, you could hear his steady heartbeat, a strong thud-thud that reminded you things would be fine. His hand was on your hair, caressing it, and he often peppered your face with kisses, sometimes pressing his forehead to yours so you could mirror his breathing pattern and keep your anxiety in check. It felt like a safe place. The one place where your heart could slow down it's beats... so it only felt natural to open up speaking through closed eyes, open heart... a full-on heart to heart conversation "I'm just... i'm scared. I don't want someone zealot to feel like they have a right to kill me just because they don't agree with who i love. Or who i am..." You stated, and he sighed. "You know, i'm scared too. I think the whole world is. Fuck anyone who thinks our life is less worthy than theirs. It's bullshit." He said, his thick Doncaster accent echoing and making you chuckle lightly. "i fucking mean it, you hear me. We have been here forever, and we will be here after this nonsense is done too. They can't get rid of us, it's not some stupid law that will make us disappear..." "It just- my chest hurts all the time, i don't think i can breathe. I wake up in sweats, and my sleep is so... disrupted. I keep waking up, like i'm scared something will hurt me." He nodded, understanding the emerging paranoia. He had to wrestle his own mind to not fall in the same thought patterns you were describing. He took your hand in his, kissing your knuckles and looked at your through eyeliner-laden eyes. "i know, but it's your brain preparing you for the worst. You know it can get bad But it won't. We have to keep hope alive and hold on to each other. And that's the bloody truth. i know i will hold on" "You will...?" You asked, your voice a bit uncertain, but he kissed your lips softly, his plump, firm lips controlling yours for a moment, making you stay in the present, rather than in the what if's and worst case scenarios about the future. "I will, Y/N fucking L/N... I will, because when this shit show is over, i'm going to make you Y/N Y/M/N Harrison. Just you fucking wait." You laughed, feeling your eyes tear up, though for the first time in tese past few months it wasn't out of fear, but happiness... maybe you did have something to wait for. It wouldn't be easy, but at least you had your boyfriend. And he would ensure these next four years were easier to handle.

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so... y’all just like... trust people ?

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normalize telling your friends you love them every day btw

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haha wow i’m really exhausted for someone who only ever does the bare minimum requirements of getting by

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did you know public libraries are free and beautiful

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@ khristi37_ on insta 🖤

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“Try and get out of your head and notice the world around you, notice the things and people around you. Connect with them, the chances are they probably feel the same. Don’t let the bullshit inside your head consume you. It just wastes precious time. Remember what is real. Help people, be kind, help the world, help yourself. If you think you can’t do it, you can. You can get through this, trust me. Use this poem in a morning to get you out of bed, use it when you’re about to back out of something [at the] last minute, use it when you’re at your darkest. It’s got a little bit of light in it. Don’t forget to put your feet in the grass…”

YUNGBLUD breakdown.

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YUNGBLUD — Hello Heaven, Hello

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Sharing wired earphone is a lost art.

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why has the last week of august been four weeks long

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the secret to life is always having something to look forward to

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He lies face-down across the sheets,

a mess of limbs and laughter,

the kind of boy who wakes up like the world owes him nothing

but still takes everything.

My long pink braids spill across his back like ribbons,

bright against the black ink carved into him.

I trace the wings etched into his skin.

They don’t look like angel wings —

more like something torn,

black feathers half-burnt,

a memory of flight carved into flesh.

Whoever gave them to him wanted him holy,

but he wears them like a dare.

“Juvenile sinner,” I whisper into his shoulder blade.

He grins without turning,

voice low, steady, unshakable: “Car crash winner.”

It’s not a joke, it’s a prophecy.

He survives everything —

the noise, the pain,

the weight of being too much for everyone but not enough for himself.

She walks by, laughing,

bare feet on the floor,

and he pulls her down onto the bed with us.

There’s no jealousy here,

only more chaos,

like love is exponential instead of divisible.

Her mouth tastes like him,

his mouth tastes like fire,

and mine is caught in between,

spelling devotion in bruises.

But beneath the chaos there is his steadiness.

A kind of masculinity I have never touched before —

not loud, not cruel,

but mature, grounding, protective.

He is all teeth when he kisses,

yet all shelter when he holds me.

When his eyes find mine,

I feel like I could finally unclench after a lifetime of bracing for impact.

Later, he sits up,

hair sticking to his forehead,

eyes dark with secrets the world will never earn.

My braids slide across his lap as I lean against him.

“Look at me,” he says,

like I wasn’t already drowning.

And when I do,

he is not a boy, not just a man,

but everything at once.

Noise and silence.

Sin and blessing.

Tattooed wings and broken hallelujahs.

And I think —

some people burn churches,

others build them.

But him?

He is the church.

The kind that ruins you and saves you

in the same breath.

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trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.

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turning your 0 note post into a 1 note post. because i love you

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what? oh sweetheart no, you're not weirding me out at all. you're weirding me in. keep talking, freak

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as much as the world fails you, never regret having a good heart. 

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u are all my heart my blood and my guts ... 🖤🧷🖤