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fraugwinska · 5 months

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I'm dying to see you write Alastor opening up to Reader about his mom, maybe a little angst and lots of fluff? (- v -)''

WE NEED THAT MOMMAS BOY GETTING SOME COMFORT!

Finally Anon, I found the strengh to write this. Sorry it took so long - I hope it was worth the wait! Next story will be less sad, I promise! :'< But I think we can all find some love for our Mommas Boy today, right? (Prepare your handkerchiefs, fellas...)

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Mother O'Mine

Not the kitchen. Not the lobby. Not the bar. Not the radio tower. Not his room.

You sighed and stilled for a moment, thinking of a place where he could've gone.

If Angel had just shut his damn mouth. Mother's day was a shit day for everyone in the hotel. You, who never knew a mother, raising yourself in the farce that had been the foster care system, rued the day. Charlie was still in denial about her mothers blatant absence and ignorance, Husk melancholic and tense at the memory of seeing his mother being exterminated shortly after reuniting with her in hell, and Vaggie bitterly wanted to ignore the holiday all together, feeling as though she would be betraying the mother she could no longer reach in heaven as a fallen angel.

Angel had been pissing them all off by breakfast, obnoxiously mocking their various reasons of why this day felt even heavier than others in hell. You knew it was his own way of coping with his mommy issues - something he didn't even talk about with Husk, as far as you knew, but he bordered on being not only menacing, but outright cruel.

Alastor had listened to his rambling stoically, flipping eggs while drinking his coffee with not much more than an annoyed twitch in his brow, but then the spider made the gruesome mistake to mention her.

Alastor's mom.

"What, 'ya think any of 'ya mothers could even look at 'ya without punchin' themselves? Come on, look me in the eyes and tell me Bambi's mommy wouldn't be fuckin' disappointed by what her little fawn has become... Can ya really see a sweet southern lady all happy, lovin', and coddling ol' murder-clown Alas..."

The green explosion came faster than you could blink. You were frozen in place, only staring in fear and worry when Angel landed unceremoniously into the table with the rest of the breakfast, the other residents as shocked and dazed as you were, while the radio static and greenish-black shadows seeped away from Alastor who then swiftly made his way out without a word, holding his staff while his tendrils bristled dangerously.

Alastor had vanished and the only thought coming to your mind - after giving a cursing, groaning Angel a righteous 'You fucking deserved that'-speech - was that you needed to find him before the princess did to make sure the demon had calmed enough not to finally lose it and maul her to pieces. Charlie meant well, but she didn't know. No one did know, except for you, and even you only knew so much.

It's not like it had been an elaborate talk. It just happened, after a nightmare that made him tear up in a mixture of rage and sorrow, a bad memory that had made his shadow basically drag you, half asleep still, from your bed to his in the middle of the night. Why you? You weren't so sure. Alastor usually preferred your company more than the others just because you were the most neutral, sane person in the hotel. Some would even say impassive. An introvert who didn't draw attention, silent and observing. But not once had his shadow ever acted up around you, and while it wasn't overly friendly with anyone, it seemed to watch mostly you with curious glances and interested hisses. When you had finally woken up enough to comprehend your situation, you were sprawled across Alastors stomach with his arms wound so tightly around you you struggled to breathe, strained mumbled words pressed through gritted teeth into your nightgown.

"Mother... I'm sorry... Oh mother..."

He had been sobbing into your shoulders and and shaking against your chest while he let go of a strange anger and grief he never seemed to get rid of while you had, confused but worried, whispered words of comfort in a hushed, soothing voice until you both dozed back to sleep. Morning broke, and when you opened your eyes again, he was sitting on the edge of his bed, not able to look you in the eyes. He had thanked you, gruffly and with an unsteady voice that made your heart ache, before offering his hand to teleport you back to your room. As far as you were concerned, the weirdest of it was that you felt him caress the palm of your hand with his thumb, barely audible as he mumbled that "that should have never have happened, and we shall never speak of it again." - he was usually a gentleman, and he never touched you this intimately before - but, to him, it was obviously a humiliating and horrible thing that you had witnessed him like that.

And you didn't speak of it. No one knew, and you intended to keep it that way. It was a moment you shared and fragile trust was on the table. You would take it to your second grave, along with all those feelings that had come with it, to prevent it from breaking.

Back to the present, you sighed and massaged the bridge of your nose. You had checked all the obvious places that crossed your mind, so maybe, you should start to look at the not-so-obvious ones... Maybe some place you knew was connected to... His mom...

A sudden pang hit you as you got an idea of where he might be hiding.

"Is this seat taken?"

The roof of the hotel was usually restricted from access, due to the general instability and collapse-prone architecture it presented, but you and (after an admittedly awkward encounter on a hot day that had involved you in a two-pieced swimsuit sunbathing and a very flustered Alastor with a book in one and a severed hand on a plate in the other hand) the radio demon knew about a small nook between the roof's overhead window frames and the hotel's ventilation system, hidden by the growing shadow of the radio tower where no one else ever came looking. A hideout, a place to go when you wanted undisturbed solitude. You had quickly left the place, apologizing for intruding a space that Alastor had apparently already claimed for himself (explaining the existence of the lounge chair you've so rudely used), but soon enough he discreetly invited you back, second chair added, to sit in silence together every once in a while, as long as you swore secrecy. It became a place of comfort for both of you, a retreat when life in the hotel got too stressful.

Alastor's reaction to seeing you was a quickly stifled hum before going back to staring stubbornly at the horizon. He looked dejected, and if you would not have known him so well, you wouldn't have noticed the trembling twitch of his ears nor the way his claw tapped impatiently against his knee, his shadow balled in on itself while hovering at the edge of the small roof.

It looked like he was staring straight through the distant buildings of the pentagram to the faintly illuminated orb that was heaven next to hells own sun, while also refusing to acknowledge you or the world around him at all. His smile had slipped into an emotionless line of pursed lips.

"That depends" he mused quietly. "Are you here to make me return to that insolent arachnid and attempt a 'healing' conversation?"

"I think you know I know that I couldn't even if i wanted to." You tried a weak smile.

Alastor briefly met your eyes at that, giving away that, despite his aloof act, your comment got his attention and he considered it before turning back to the horizon, the tense posture relaxing somewhat. A brief silence passed until he hummed an affirmative noise. "Then you may sit, darling."

After sitting down, minutes passed without a word said. The distant roar of the bustling traffic carried the muffled sounds of hell with the usual maelstrom of catcalling, profanities and general noises of mayhem to you, while you fought to keep a certain twitch in your hands as you counted the beats of his heels clicking on the tiles.

"You must know... my mother was a rare light in a world of filth." he declared suddenly into the silence. "An honest, virtuous soul of beauty and strength." He said it slowly and, surprisingly, completely unamused, the clacking of his shoes ceasing at once. He stared at the city in contempt, hands clasped together and resting on his legs to hold back a tremble that you caught anyway.

"She, unlike me, had not a spec of corruption in her bones. Wherever she found the warmth and love she shared with me, I cannot fathom. But she did. I may have been mocked and shunned by the world, the bastard child of a black woman and a white man, but I always had her as my home to return to.” The knuckles on his hands turned white. “But the cruelty of life and the disgusting human that was my father, the unbearable excuse of a man, killed her before I was grown enough to help. Before I was old enough to kill that monster myself." He spat the words, claws digging deeper until a faint trickle of blood could be seen. "I remedied that circumstance, twice to be exact, although it couldn't make up for what was lost. Nothing I did to him could make up for it..." his smile widened bitterly as his face twitched, recalling a fond, yet regretful memory. "… and believe me, I tried. But it was cathartic nonetheless, and quite educational... for my further career."

You stayed quiet and studied his profile, patiently waiting for him to continue talking. It was painfully obvious how hard it was for him to speak about actual feelings, with his tense grin and his white knuckles dripping with crimson blood.

"I knew, of course, where I would end up after my demise, and that I would never be able to see her again. Because I was sure she'd end up in heaven, like the saint she was. Is." He cleared his throat, attempting to appear dismissive, but you saw it. The sadness, the longing, the resignation, and it shattered your heart.

"Alastor...", you knew he hated physical touch, but your hand reached out on its own, to stop his hands from ripping themselves apart. He stiffened at the contact, but said nothing.

"Don't tell me you took what Angel said to heart..."

"How could my mother love me after what I've become after her death?"

His tone was monotonous, but his hands trembled under your fingers. He refused to look at you, but you saw his eyes, glazed with wetness that threatened to turn into actual tears. How he could still smile was beyond you, you had your theories on that, but that wasn't important right now. What mattered was that he was hurting, and that fact broke your heart. You never knew motherly love, how could you really miss something you never really knew? But Alastor did, and it had been ripped from him in the must cruel way, the impact of it so hard it made him even question the very foundation it was built upon.

You moved your hand from his to cup his cheek and turn his face to yours. His expression was blank, and if it weren't for the tight grin and the eyes filled with an unspeakable anguish, it would have been an emotionless stare.

"Alastor, do you know the poem Mother O'Mine?"

"I'm afraid the memory of it fails me, darling."

"Then, I'll recite it for you."

"Why?"

You gave him a sad smile.

"Because I want to."

He eyed you with stunned curiosity as you reached into your pocket, glad for once for your mostly useless power. You've only told Husk about it, in one of your late nights where everyone else was asleep aside him and your insomnia got the better of you, drunk and as a bargaining chip for one last gin tonic.

The blank piece of paper was a bit crumpled, but it would do. You started to fold it while you spoke, your voice sounded soft and almost like a spell.

"If I were hanged on the highest hill, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose love would follow me still, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

Your fingers moved with a solemn purpose as you folded the paper this way and that, a skill you perfected out of boredom over the years, the edges turning into an elegant shape, the poem coming from your mouth like a song. Alastor watched your hands move in a trance, not sure what you were doing, but too focused on the faint glow of purple around them to ask.

"If I were drowned in the deepest sea, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine! I know whose tears would come down to me, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!"

There in your hand, sat a little origami bird. It wasn't anything special, maybe a traditional crane would have been better, more elegant, but you were out of practice and for what you intended to do it would work either way. Carefully you reached out, silently demanding for one of Alastor's hands that were still digging into each other. He didn't protest, and slowly raised it to give his hand to you. The tips of his claws were covered in a thin, fresh layer of his own blood, and his skin was warm and slightly clammy. You put the little paper bird on his palm, a speck of his blood staining the bottom of the pristine white paper, and closed his fingers around it, holding it in both of yours.

"If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine."

His enclosed hand in your own was encased in purple light, with wide eyes he followed the soft tugs of your fingers and opened his hand. The little paper bird flapped it's wings on his flat palm, looking at him for a heartbeat before taking off and flew in a singular circle around his head before it headed into hells deep red sky, towards the bright heavenly sphere. You watched it until it vanished completely from view, hoping there was a possibility that maybe, with a bit of luck, it would find it's way to her.

"This, Alastor, is what a real mother is. She loves you, I'm sure of it. Always has and always will."

Tears fell silently on his lap, a strangled, coarse breath escaping him. Without warning, he pulled you from your chair into him, holding you pressed close to him. Just like in the night of his nightmare, his face was buried in your chest, arms wound tightly around you in a hurting embrace and shoulders trembling with suppressed grief. His grip was bordering on painful, but you wrapped your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair, stroking gently while you let him quietly cry into your shoulder, not caring that the wetness of his tears was soaking through the fabric of your shirt. You felt his heart beating rapidly, his pulse erratic and his breathing fast.

"I miss her. Oh, how I miss her."

You held him tighter.

"I know, Al... I know."

You didn't know how long you two stayed like this, him in your arms and crying silently while you tried your best to comfort him, but you didn't care. As far as you were concerned, you would stay here forever if it only meant to lift this weight for a little while from his shoulders.

It took him some time, but eventually his breathing evened out, and he calmed down, his hold becoming less desperate and more... affectionate. You didn't realize it at first, but he had moved, his head resting under your chin and his forehead leaning against the hollow of your throat, his antlers slightly poking the thin skin. It felt strangely intimate, and you wondered if he was aware of what he was doing, but the moment he moved to get up and leave, you knew the spell was broken. He didn't let go of you entirely, but instead helped you to stand up and held your hand, his gaze firmly planted to the ground, avoiding your eyes.

"Darling, I..."

"Don't worry, Alastor. Although I'm glad I was able to be here when it happened... we shall never speak of this again."

You could feel his hesitation, a strange nervousness radiating from him. His shadow hovered next to him, a hand reaching out towards your face. You smiled at it, and, just for a brief moment, allowed yourself to lean into it's warm, buzzing touch as it caressed your cheek, before you turned and made your way back inside without a glance back to the sudden sound of a longing hum.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin alastor #alastor #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel fanfiction #fraugwinskawrites #angel dust #charlie morningstar #quickfic #light angst #comfort #alastor is a mommas boy #alastor needs a hug #and a good cry #and some sleep

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mojowitchcraft · 6 months

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Writing Patterns

Rules: List the first line of your last 10 (posted) fics and see if there's a pattern!

I was tagged by @mixsethaddams🥰

First Lines!

Steve pockets his phone as he reaches the bar. From Late Bloomers 🌱🪻 This is the first Steve POV line which I wrote, but the fic actually starts with "Eddie is running late." In Eddie's POV which @arimakes wrote, fun to see the parallel there.

Wayne walks out of the post office in downtown Hawkins with a small package from Eddie under his arm and a rare smile on his face. From Watch Me 📼 📹

Stephanie Eve Harrington has it all, or at least it seems that way from the outside looking in. From The Ritual 🫦🩸

Sometimes Steve gets a kick out of imagining what his sixteen-year-old self would say about his current life. From Perfect Synchronicity 👂🍆

When Steve invited the group to his family’s ski chalet for the week leading up to Christmas, Eddie argued that he should drive them all up in his van since it has the most seats, plus extra room for all of their bags. From Leave The World Behind ⛷️🛌

He feels it again, a pulse of energy like a battering ram on the edge of his psyche. From Living In A Lunar Spell🦇🍦

Eddie’s walking home on an ordinary November night. From Hazy Shade 🥽🎃

After much cajoling from Gareth, Jeff, and Grant Eddie finally downloads Tinder. From It's A Match!📱➡️

Steve cuddles up behind Eddie, pushing his morning wood against Eddie’s ass while he sleeps. From C'mon Bambi, It's My Birthday 🦌🎁

Even though he knows that most kids will say the same about their own moms, Eddie Munson has always argued that his mom is the best mom ever. From The Untold History of Eddie Munson's Porn Box 🔞📦

Something I conciously do when I'm writing the first sentence of a fic, especially since I tend to write multiple POVs is that I always include the name of the character who's POV we're in so that the reader doesn't have to guess (unless i'm being intentionally ambigious like in LIALS where it starts with a cheeky lil Vecna POV) Sometimes I full name them, sometimes not... it's funny to see how everything kicks off though! I have noticed that I have the tendency to start sentences with the characters name so I've actively been trying to get away from that so every paragraph doesn't start with a name.

Last lines! Under the cut for spoilers and also this is getting LONG 😅

He drifts off smiling to himself, thoughts of Eddie floating through his head. From Late Bloomers 🌱🪻Chapter 5 Again, this is the last Steve POV but the chapter ends with a omniscient pov which Ari wrote.

Grant just smiles, and says, “I was saving it for today.” From Watch Me 📼 📹

Oh god, she’s created a monster. From The Ritual 🫦🩸

“Yeah, I do.” From Perfect Synchronicity 👂🍆

Ready for whatever comes next. From Leave The World Behind ⛷️🛌

Anything to help his buddy out. From Living In A Lunar Spell🦇🍦Chapter 5/7 cause it's still unfinished 🫣

“Figured it was the least I could do.” From Hazy Shade 🥽🎃

Somehow he can’t seem to care about being proven wrong. From It's A Match!📱➡️

“Love you too, Eddie.” From C'mon Bambi, It's My Birthday 🦌🎁

Thank fucking god his porn collection isn’t out on the coffee table when they get in there. From The Untold History of Eddie Munson's Porn Box 🔞📦

I usually like to end on a happy/hopeful note but there's a few funny ones thrown in there too... damn I really want to write more in the Vamp Verse after Stevie gets turned into a vampire... they've got more suckin' and fuckin' to do!

No pressure tags: @arimakes @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @kiaramori @itcanbepalped @entanglednow @maryofdoom

#mojowitchcraft writes #writing game #tag game #writing patterns #fanfic writer #fanfic writing

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bbina · 5 months

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i love ynbin so much 😩💗💗💗 they’re really giving friends to lovers, and i guess, unrequited love? because when wonbin was sure of his feelings for y/n, she wasn’t sure of her feelings for him 🥲 but honestly, wonbin would literally do anything for y/n, if y/n told him to “jump off a cliff”, he’d ask her “how high of a cliff should i jump off?” 😩 and do you know that saying “she/he fell first, but she/he fell harder” ? wonbin literally fell first and he fell harder 😭 y/n did fall for him, but i don’t think that she fell harder for him than he did for her, it’s so obvious in the way wonbin talks and acts around her, it’s so cute 🥺 he was literally the happiest boy existing when she confessed to him 💗💗💗 i believe that all along wonbin was hoping for y/n to come to him in ulsan, like if he really didn’t want to see her, he’d definitely just ignore her, but he didn’t, and he treated her so nicely, though it was awkward between them 😬, and i really found it endearing when y/n said to him “i’m yours” and he asked her “you’re mine?”, that part really stuck to me as it made me feel so warm and fuzzy inside 😩 like he probably felt so much relief when she said that to him, to him, that was probably his “i did it” moment ☹️ ALSO i thought it was really cute how wonbin got so happy when y/n gifted him jo malone 😭💗💗💗 like it wasn’t even the expense that excited him, but the fact that she literally gifted him something because she felt sorry towards him ☹️ and then he started calling her “baby” and took her out on a date awww 😭 and with y/n, it was really the “you don’t realise how precious someone is to you until they’re gone” 🥲 like when wonbin left to ulsan, it really hit her then how lonely she’s become and how much she needs him, wants him, admires him, and likes him, like her life slowly started to revolve around wonbin and she had no idea because she was too hooked onto sungchan ☹️ i don’t think she was scared of liking wonbin, i think she was rather confused as to why she was feeling this way towards him, because all along it was sungchan and then out of nowhere, wonbin came into the picture 😩 i actually felt bad for her because she was probably just so confused and didn’t know what to do, and i get the fact that she handled things with wonbin wrong when wonbin caught her hugging sungchan, but she was just too emotional to be in her senses, like she just spoke without thinking, what she said wasn’t false but the way she said it and the timing was what made it really hurtful for wonbin to hear ☹️ and it really broke my heart when she started crying, wonbin pulled her into a hug, like that hug must’ve been the most painful hug that y/n’s received because she knows that she won’t be in his arms for long, and she knows that she might not have a chance to be held by him again 💔💔💔 ANYWAYS, i’m getting too into this lmao but ynbin have gone through so much together, but they’ve managed to find themselves back together again, and of course with the help of y/n’s amazing brother, and their amazing friends 😊 ynbin are a great example why love is so beautiful but also painful 💗💔

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bambi anon you literally took the words out of my mouth….. this is such a beautiful read i cant believe you got all this for a mf fanfic about wonbin 😭😭😭😭 NO WORDS…

#hall of fame ★#THIS DEESERVES TO BE FRAMED #mailbox #btl ask #★.mail: 🦌 anon

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mangoposts · 9 months

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are the does important for you? they're everywhere in your profile hahah🦌

The deers?? they’re actually kind of an interesting story Lmfaooo my family used to call me doe when i was younger bc they thought i looked like Bambi 😭😭 And they’ve just always been my favourite animal bc of that and bambi has always been like my favourite film

I didn’t even notice how many deers i had on my page until u said it omfg Lmfaooooo im subconsciously so drawn to them now but it works out because it could stand for Chris too

#🥭#🦌

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byuqi · 1 year

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hihi! dw about late responses its alright <33 everyone has lives outside of social media and i completely get it!

also omg i have an online bestie too and i literally love her so much 😭🫶 i met her almost 4 years ago! i’ve only met her once tho 🧍

ALSO OMG I CANT BELIEVE I DIDNT SAY THIS BEFORE BUT IM GOING TO A TWICE CONCERT AJDJSKANSJSN! i’ve known this for months now BUT STILL WKDJAKESHKWS— i paid $1000 FOR MY TICKET AND IM BROKE NOW BUT THATS NOT THE POINT

OH MY GOD ALSO FUCK TIGER ATP BC HIS FRIEND (W) IS SO CUTE OH MY GOD 😭😭 (A) is literally so sweet and kind to me i cannot handle it. anyway lemme tell you abt (W) rq! so basically i’ve thought (W) was cute ever since the beginning of last year but never said anything abt it bc then tiger caught my eye (ew)but then like(W) started hella nice to me like once in English i needed help but everyone else was busy so (W) sat down next to me and helped me 😭 he was literally so nice i cant 😭 he also took our friend bananas phone so that he could call me one time bc banana and i are in the school band gc (yes we have a band group chat because we’re just so cool like that) and basically i was on the bus on my way home and then i get a call from his friend and i pick up and im like “banana? why are you calling me?” AND THEN (W) IS JS LIKE “hi bambi!” HE SOUNDED SO CUTE WIDKWJDKWBSKA! ALSO WE WENT TO A PARK FOR LIKE END OF THE SCHOOL YEAR CELEBRATION AND WHEN WE WERE WALKING HE WAS NEXT TO ME AND HES SO TALL LIKE?? okay well im only 5’3 BUT STILL HES LIKE 5’8 AND THATS RLLY TALL FOR ME!! like i have to look up to look at him 😭 OH MY GOD AND WHEN WE WERE WALKING WE SAW A PUPPY AND HE KNOWS I LOVE DOGS SO HE GRABBED MY HAND AND TOOK ME TO SAY HI TO THE PUPPY 😭 OUR FRIEND BANANA (the one who has my phone number) SAID (W) WAS WATCHING ME WITH A BIG SMILE ON HIS FACE THE WHOLE TIME 😭

anyway thats all! how’s life been going for you? i hope you have fun at your dance comp and have even more fun with your internet bestie!

-🦌

HI BAMBI!!❤️❤️❤️❤️

omg i met my online bestie and i miss them already! they literally give the best hugs ever😓idek when im gonna see them again too:((

HOW WAS THE TWICE CONCERT OMG??? awww W seems like hes good for you, FUCK TIGER🤗

dance comp was super fun! like theres so many memories that happened. i went to watch my coach dance friday night for a different show and then saturday night me n my bestie were crying reminiscing on all the old times yk? so it was rlly good’

#★ ei chats #★ ei’s anons #★ ‘ 🦌 anon

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stephstars08 · 2 years

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Not a Disney princess (or human at all lol) but I’ve always thought Joe looks a bit like Bambi lol

Aww I love Bambi! I will say both Bambi and Joe are so adorable so I love this answer! Everytime I see a deer I think of Bambi! I love that movie but it always makes me cry so I don’t watch it often. 🦌

#joe burrow #bambi #awwww my heart #awww i love this #answered #disney #deer

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imagininghierophant · 2 years

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If it's not too much to ask may i have a crusaders comfort hcs please?

Like trying to comfort their s/o from sensory overload and anxiety. Joseph you can do platonically.

Thanks. Also i hope you have a great day and stay safe. ^_^

👏 We stan comfort hcs here! 👏

I really enjoyed writing up this request! This is probably the most I’ve written in a while and I quite enjoyed myself. ^^ Much love to you my dearest! -Bambi 🦌

[WARNING:] Sensory overload / Anxiety attack writings under the cut

The Crusaders comforting their S/O from Anxiety/Sensory Overload.

⭐ Jotaro Kujo ⭐

► Jotaro rarely feels anxious. So when he walks in on you slumped over on your bed and sees you shaking and hears your hyperventilating breaths, he finds it hard to relate to how you're feeling; however, he understands it's not right for anyone to be going through this feeling. No one does. His first course of action would be never to leave your side until your head is clear. Even if you try to tell him you're okay, good luck; Jotaro is stubborn and won't leave you alone with those haunting thoughts.

► "Don't give me that bullshit." He will hiss if you try to convince the man you're doing fine. The red hue and puffiness in your complexion tell him a different story. Jotaro would place his hand on your back and ask you to breathe, take your time. If you wear any heavy clothing like a jacket or heavy jewellery, he would ask you to take it off, hoping to remove any unnecessary sensory input that you don't realise.

► Once you've soothed down a little, Jotaro will head off to fetch you your favourite comfort items, like your main interest or snacks. Even if he is not interested in those things, he would adore seeing you enjoy the things you love and beam with positive energy again. Best if you don't comment on his actions cause the man will tilt his cap and walk away otherwise.

🍒 Noriaki Kakyoin 🍒

► His first occurrence with sensory overload was with a large crowd. Everything was too much. Even the most superficial noise made your skin feel on fire. When Kakyoin looked over to see you were shaking, unable to move away from the setting. He saw your eyes puffy and red like you were close to breaking down any second. He read the scene like an open book; He knew he had to get you out of there as soon as possible.

► Even when your body stood frozen, Kakyoin helped you guide you through the room to the nearest exit, where it was the least populated. He could tell you weren't comfortable in that room, and it wouldn't be a good idea to let you sit and suffer in silence. You couldn't tell, but he was worried about you. "Hey, I know a good spot; I want to show you something." He would say, trying to distract you from the racing thoughts in your mind.

► After getting away from the setting, he would take off his green gakuran coat and drape it over your shoulders, asking if someone bothered you or said something to hurt you. Drying away your salty tears, profusely apologising for ruining the evening with your outburst, Kakyoin reassures you that you did nothing wrong. He would rather spend time with you than with company he doesn't know. "Let's chill here before heading back; I hate crowds, too." He murmurs, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He wasn't going to let you handle this alone. He knows how terrifying being alone with your thoughts can be.

🗡️ Jean Pierre Polnareff 🗡️

► Polanreff would be the person to catch your anxiety signs later on. Were you not responding to his stories? He would assume you're happy just listening. You're not eating your parfait that you always order at the café you visit? He takes you are not hungry. It finally clicks when he looks up from his latte to see the tears and shakiness in your hands. "Mon amour, what happened?"

► This man would try his best to soothe you with words, telling you you're safe; if sensory overload/panic attacks are an often occurrence with you, Polnareff has his specialities to calm you. His first course of action would be to get you out of there, passing you a handkerchief and reaching his hand out to you.

► The world for you is a constant static blur; your skin is emotionless, and you feel like the world will end. If it weren't for Polnareff walking you home, hand in hand, sharing his standard inside jokes and being his usual self, you would be so lost. Since he's a pretty confident person, he tries his best to cheer you up without making it worse. "You did great today; you deserve a lot of forehead kisses when we get home...well if you want that."

🔥 Muhammad Avdol 🔥

► Avdol would begin to notice the first symptoms when he's chatting away with you in your home; He catches you going silent, giving minimum reaction to his inputs and takes. He would keep an eye on you at the side before interrupting, hoping that the moment would pass. As soon as he sees you burst into tears, Avdol is there to reassure you.

► "Hang on, love; I'll be back in just a moment." He would say, heading towards the kitchen to get you some water. Avdol is quite understanding and doesn't take it to heart. He's aware that anxiety is just more than what's happening on the surface. When the mind tends to wander, negative thoughts can become overwhelming.

► Once you've had a few sips of water, Avdol would pull you tight to his chest without saying a word, gently rubbing small circles on your back, hushing you, comforting you that everything is okay and people have bad days. "Shh, It's okay. You don't have to explain yourself. I love you. I'm here."

✈️ Joseph Joestar ✈️ [Platonic]

► We can all agree that Joseph has a loving, caring side when it comes to family and friends; you're no exception. He noticed that you were very fidgety when everyone got together to chat about your next course of action. So when you suddenly got up and ran away from Jotaro and the other crusaders without uttering a word, Joseph heeded your trail, subtlety calling for you.

► To Joseph's astonishment, he finds you slumped against the wall, knees brought up to your chest as you sat on the cold floor, crying your heart out. He considers you a vital team member, so this is a surprise and somewhat a relief. Showing sadness or destress is just a part of being human. Joseph would gently settle next to you. "Hey, What's up? Was it Polnareff with his nonsense again?"

► His father-like instincts would play a good role in this scenario, just allowing you to vent all the thoughts you had bottled up in your mind. Joseph has all the time in the world for you. Rubbing circles on your back, he'll let you listen to his cassettes if he has his walkman on him. Once you've simmered down a bit, He'll start to head back, giving you some space to clear your mind. "I'll be heading back; You just follow when you're ready, okay."

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Vivi w/ Her Family

summary: a little info on the dynamics of vivi and her family

warnings: mentions death and divorce, spanish curse words.

disclaimer: none of the photos are mine but the collages are and none of these photos included the actually face claim of my oc. this is just to give an idea of the relationships

❥Mom: Baek Yerin

age: 1971

contact name: Mother Hen🐥 career: apparel business owner

her mom was her role model, best friend and pillar of strength all wrapped into one

her mom had always been her number one supporter of her dreams

she encouraged vivi to audition for pledis even though she knew the cost and struggle it would be bc she believe in vivi's talent and she didn't want to be the reason it withered away

it warmed her heart seeing her daughter finally debut after years of strenuous training

her mom taught her all she knows about fashion and designing clothes

when her mom passed away, it was the most difficult time in vivi's life

every now and then when something happens in vivi's life she will call or text her mother even though she knows no one will reply

she got a tattoo dedicated to her after she passed away

her mom loved all the svt boys and treated them like her own sons

she would always mention how grateful she was that s. coups is in vivi's life to kind of fill in the father's role

❥Sister: Baek Jiwoo

age: 1995

contact name: pendeja🥰 (this words is a spanish curse word) (her sister has her as puta)

career: lawyer

the two are polar opposite

while vivi was a troublemaker and didn't care about much, her sister was more responsible and care way too much

this often lead them to fight when they were younger but they always had each other back

vivi will always be there to give her sis some relief from the responsibility of being the eldest and jiwoo makes sure she doesn't do anything stupid

when their parents argue jiwoo would give both vivi and her brother headset and blast music so they couldn’t hear their voice

vivi help her sister hide the fact she was working while in school from their mom to help raise money

when their mom passed away it only strengthen their bond for each other

since her sister had more years with their father, jiwoo would help vivi and their younger brother keep the connection w/ their hispanic heritage

her favorite member is wonwoo bc he was chill, smart and like his tastes in books. they would recommend books to each other

❥Brother: Baek Jiho

age: 2003

contact name: Bambi🦌

career: college student

these two have always been close knit

since they are closer in age they often walked to school together

he was still young when vivi was a trainee and it was hard for him when vivi was always away for long hours and didn't get to spend time together

he would always ask when she was coming home after she debut and vivi always felt like a terrible sister bc she could never give him a proper answer

so she tries to call him often and hangout w/ him as much as she can

she hates how his growth spurt happen way too quickly. he's almost the same height as mingyu now

although they bicker often, he's actually very gentleman-like towards his sisters

he basically treats vivi like a princess

vivi is super protective of him

if anyone messes w/ him she will hunt them down

she used the money she got from svt to help pay for his college tuition

his favorite member is dino since they are closest in age and he always thought his dancing is sick correct

❥Aunt: Baek Yejin

age: 1973

contact name: Queen of Baddies😎💋

career: photographer

she didn’t know much about her aunt before her family moved in with her

she was always the aunt that would send gifts for christmas and birthdays and occasional awkward phone calls

once she got to met her when she moved to South Korea she wasn’t very fond of her aunt bc she put the blame on her aunt for them having to move

but her aunt is hard not to like, it only took a week before vivi was constant following her aunt around the house

to vivi, she was the cool aunt who will cause trouble w/ her and made her see she didn't have to fit into society standards of women

she is also the reason vivi became obsessed w/ tattoos

when vivi’s mom passed away, her aunt took them all in and tried her best to be somewhat of a responsible adult

but she never tried to fill in the role of their mother which vivi loved

❥Dad: Sebasti��n Lopez

age: 1970

career: finance

she doesn't have many fond memories w/ her father

most of them consisted of his loud voice echoing throughout the house when he was arguing with her mom

the only few good memories she had with her father is when he taught her about her hispanic culture

it's why she is very knowledge on that side of her heritage because those memories will always hold a special in her heart and she's always touching up on it

because she was young and naive, she thought her father would still try to keep in contact with her but when she realize that wasn't the case it broke her heart

it wasn't until seventeen started become known worldwide that he tried to rekindle the relationship

but her heart had already turned cold for him

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