what if… rafe ever hit shy reader from built up anger like more of an accident? we lowk need some rafe and shy reader angst😢
this kind of slayed me.. i feel like disclosure i do not condone abuse of any sort i just think shy reader would like getting slapped around and being really roughhoused..
but if rafe reallyyy got mad about it, it might be angsty. like if she really messed up and was apologizing a ton if he actually was mad at her her heart would stop. warning rafe is rlly mean in this
being a little whiney, a little too needy and maybe excessively touchy came easily to you as rafe's girlfriend. he was always coaxing you into being more comfortable with him, and you think you'd finally reached that point.
some of your shyer tendencies seemed to have finally abandoned you when it was just the two of you. and just like you had guessed, a smaller, more possessive side of you had recently emerged from the cocoon—wanting all of rafe's attention, all the time.
it wasn't good, maybe a small part of you knew that, but it was easy to play into it, and you liked how you felt these days, more comfortable in your skin and around rafe than you had been even just a month ago.
like today. you had been a little needy all day, not wanting rafe to leave when he said he needed to go to barry's for picking something up.
"ple-ease rafe," you said it a little singsongy, serious but not that serious. "don't go. i want you to stay." it was more just wanting to hang out with him than anything else—when he left, he was usually gone for ages, and things weren't that fun without him.
"i'll be back, kid. jus' stay here, got it?"
"but you said you would-"
"kid." the way he says it, you should have realized he wasn't in the mood for you to be behaving like this.
"yesterday you said you were free all day. and i get bored-"
"yesterday i didn't know i was doin' this shit. just, please. sit tight. i'll be back."
rafe goes, and though a part of you knows you shouldn't, you blow up his phone throughout the day. really, you're not even that bored—showering and getting ready for the day and then curling up with your book after you make rafe's bed, but you played a little too far into it.
when he comes back, you should have realized something was off—but you let everything else cloud your judgement. the way rafe is never mean to you (despite the stories you had heard), how he always reassures you that he's not mad and that you didn't do anything wrong. you were led to a false belief that nothing you could do would change how rafe acts towards you.
rafe comes to sit on the bed near your feet, and you lower your book to look at him, but don't say anything. when he turns to look at you, you bring the book back up so it looks like you weren't peeking.
"c'mon. y'mad now?"
"no."
"kid, i don't have time for this-"
"you didn't answer any of my texts! or calls. and i've just been waiting here all day-" you don't know what you want—attention, quality time, an apology. you just want something other than what you're getting.
"i told you i'd be back. had shit to take care of-"
"well, i just-"
"why're you actin' like this? huh?"
you think rafe's gonna ask you the things he always does—what's wrong? did someone say something? do i need go have a talk with 'em?
but he doesn't this time.
"spoiled your ass too much and now you wanna talk back? is that it?" you're so taken aback, you think all the air has left your lungs. did rafe really think that? he stands up, so you do too, facing rafe while he paces.
"no, i just-" you're being defensive, like always. you feel like crying—you thought rafe knew you better than that, but it's also not his fault. maybe you were acting too spoiled after all, and maybe despite what he always says, he preferred you how you were when you first started dating him.
"you think m'goin out there to paint nails and gossip with barry? we had shit to do. real shit, so i can take care of you. i thought you understood that."
when you start crying, you think rafe will stop—he always does, stopping to apologize and make sure you're okay.
"tears. great. i'm tryna explain this to you. are you gonna cry everytime i get serious? huh?" it comes out a little more like a bark than a sentence—now you're scared.
"i-i'm sorry," you get out, though it's strangled in a sob and sounds more like a whisper. you don't think he heard you, but your feelings are so hurt—the rush from thinking rafe would be happy to be back home with you crashing and burning quickly, the pit in your stomach that doesn't blame him—but rather blames yourself for your behavior.
you had gotten too comfortable, too pampered, thinking that acting like this was okay—briefly you think it's not rafe's fault at all for getting mad, that it's your own fault for this happening.
you think it's best if you leave, dejectedly heading towards the door, but the second he catches you trying to walk away, he rushes over, pushing you against the door before you can even open it. your back thuds against the frame.
"rafe, you're hurting me-" you cry out, but he seems to be lost in his own anger. "please-"
"didn't say you can leave. what the hell are you doin'? you tryin' to make me mad? huh?"
"rafe, m'sorry, i-"
"actin' like this 'cause you wanna get slapped around? is that it? y'like that too much, don't you? you want me to slap you around now?"
your heart feels like it's just stopped beating. the very idea that rafe would bring up something you had just gotten comfortable with liking, only recently convinced yourself—with his help—that it wasn't wrong or dirty to like those kinds of things with him—slapping and spanking and a whole host of other things you had never even talked about, much less actually done, with anyone other than rafe, in this situation, made fat tears slip down your cheeks.
your boyfriend didn't seem like himself right now. and you were so distraught, if you were a little more clear-headed you might realize his bloodshot, dilated eyes and shaky hands. your arm hurts from where he's holding you tightly.
"rafe, please-" you get out through tears, and he lets you go a little. you slide out of his grip and stay against the door, still crying. before you can even think about it, your cheek is stinging.
he does slap you—not in the light, playful way he does when it's just the two of you somewhere or in the slightly rougher manner reserved for bed—this one is harder, everything hurting.
after it happens, you look up at rafe through glassy eyes. your fingers go to your cheek, pressing down where it was painful, like it would help it go away. but you knew deep down nothing could ever erase this memory.
you look up at rafe and he looks down at you. when you try to turn to open the door, he presses down and slams it shut before you can get out.
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Hey guys, I am so sorry for all the angst. As for a gift, I've decided to give you all some sort of comfort scenario. I've also lately been on a very bad writer's block, so I apologize for no posts. School is back, and I am not doing well, but I decided to let my heart out through writing comfort scenarios.
Make sure to take care of yourselves and to always look out for your immediate needs. You are special, you are loved, and you are adored in this world. Even though it may not feel like there is never going to be an end to a certain pain of suffering, it will get better in the long run. You are deserving of all the love in the world; you are cherished gracefully and gently by the wind and nature. Never let yourself down. <3
Some of these scenarios may not have had written paragraphs, but I probably explained them well enough in their bullet points!!!!
CW/TW: briefly mentions of abuse/attempted kidnapping, self-harm, attempted suicide, and harrassment. These topics aren't described perfectly or explicit, but are mentioned within the scenarios. If these trigger you, please avoid this post at all costs. Thank you.
B. ZUKA.
He knew not to trust you at night alone, weary that you could've gotten lost or hurt somewhere.
People in Cross Roads can be dangerous, as the mixture of different factions all combine together there, right in the center.
When you came home late, he wanted to discuss where you were.
"Where were you all night? I was worried and concerned."
He looked serious, and it frightened you.
"I was just out with some friends."
He didn't take it too kindly that you were ignorant and gave him the cold shoulder.
Even avoiding eye contact.
He knew something was up, and he was going to get to the bottom of it.
He investigated your arms, especially the one you held onto with your spare hand.
Bruises that were scattered across your forearm
God, the fury he felt when he found out you had been harmed at night made him even more angry.
Not just angry at the prepatrator, but not even being there to help you.
To support you
What good of a boyfriend is he if he can't even protect you alone?
"Who did this?" You couldn't breathe.
"It was no one, Zuka, I promise you."
"No, who did this?" There it was.
The full-blown worry and anger that he would relish in if he found out who did it.
You listed the appearance of the demon that had tried luring you into an alleyway.
Lucky enough to escape with a few bruises, you had gotten home.
Home to where now, your boyfriend cradles you in his arms.
He treated your wounds, making sure they didn't hurt as much as they did before.
"I'm sorry for not being there." Hearing him so defeated, it was too much.
You could feel the brink of tears escaping your eyes.
"Who did this to you?" Zuka threatened. You hesitated, not wanting to burden him with your worries. But his protective nature was evident in the way he held you tighter, waiting for an answer that you weren't ready to give. The fear of retaliation from the demon kept you silent, knowing that revealing the truth could only lead to more danger.
"I... I don't know; look, it's nothing." You tried to avoid the topic. The thoughts and feelings of their hand on the direct spot were bruised; it was too much to handle. Zuka's gaze softened as he wiped away your tears, his concern evident in his eyes. "You don't have to face this alone," he reassured you, his voice filled with determination to protect you from whatever was causing you pain.
"Can I please see what they did? So I can treat it." Zuka asked, permission was key in times like these and was definitely needed. Your mindset was scattered everywhere, untidied wires trying to connect comforting topics and memories. It struggled to block out the demon moments ago. Zuka's A gentle touch on your shoulder brought you back to the present moment, his calming presence giving you a sense of security. "I trust you," you whispered, allowing him to inspect the bruise and provide the care you needed.
He nodded, taking your arm into his gentle palms. They were calloused and rough, but they brought back the feeling of love and home. A place you were fond of, set in your destined memories. Zuka's Touch was a reminder of the unwavering support he always provided, a beacon of light in your darkest moments. As he began to tend to your bruise, you felt a wave of gratitude wash over you, knowing that you were not alone in facing your demons.
"There, it should be able to not hurt as much, but still be careful." Zuka muttered, his hands laying on your elbows before pulling you into a hug. He kissed the top of your forehead, swaying slowly left and right. In that moment, you realized how lucky you were to have someone like Zuka in your life. His presence brought a sense of comfort and reassurance that everything would be okay in the end. With a deep breath, you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to fully embrace the warmth of his embrace.
DOM.
You understood that popularity wasn't your thing.
So did Dom.
But when it came to paparazzi, it was horrible.
Every day, you had to live with trying to cover yourself from photographers and fangirls that would pretrude on your residence.
Sometimes, I even have to deal with harassment every morning because of it.
It overwhelmed you a lot, especially when you just wanted to be with your partner.
You'd have to watch Paparazzi get scared off by Firebrand.
But one night, you had a weird text come through.
Some anonymous fangirl who had threatened the lives of you and Dom's
It was terrifying and heartbreaking to see such threats made against you for just having Dom as a partner.
Of course, you didn't want to bring it up.
Why bring up something that you can totally deal with yourself?
Oh, how you were wrong.
Days on end, you were getting texts and calls.
It made you unbearably grouchy, and Dom could tell.
When it started to get mentally twisty, your arms became a stress reliever for you.
That's when Dom had to step in after finding you in your bed, completely drained.
The phone is going off constantly.
"My Eminence, what seems to be the matter? You've been locked in your room for days."
All you could do was croak and fall to tears.
"I can't do this anymore, Dom, the calls, the messages!—"
He was shocked when he heard your phone go off again—another call.
When you went to pick it up, Dom grabbed it first before you.
A snarky, swearing demon screamed on the other side.
Death-threats and others, it was revolting to hear.
"Who is this? You best own yourself up, you freak. Harassing my girlfriend? I'll have you burnt to a crisp," and boy, that shut them up real good.
You were shaky, taking deep breaths to calm yourself down as Dom hung up and placed the phone flat on its screen.
His eyes seemed to go from rage to soft care and worry.
"My Eminence, my Universe, why didn't you tell me about this?"
You fell into his caring arms once more.
Maybe, just maybe, if you weren't afraid of speaking up, this would've ended.
The thoughts grew stronger, and he could tell.
"My Universe, Eminence, don't let thoughts that may fill your mind with unneeded water fill your mind; it was not your fault; it's okay to be afraid if you can't speak up about that stuff."
You only let out a shaky breath, a sniffle, and a sob.
"I was so afraid you'd hate me that you'd call me horrible things."
His heart broke, and you couldn't trust him at all.
"Oh, my star's goddess, I'd never hate you; I'm worried sick! Please, never ever let yourself be afraid to inform me of such poverty."
You only let out a smile and a confirming nod, which he took in as an answer.
"How about we go to your favorite store, hm? The one you love dragging me to."
SCYTHE.
Days were growing overwhelming by the second.
When you decided to move to Lost Temple as one to join Scythe, you didn't expect it to be so hard unboxing everything and walking down the streets in opposite attire.
Lost Temple and Thieves Den had entirely different aesthetics, especially for you.
Scythe knew how hard it is to change factions, especially with how they are looked down upon.
"Angel Eyes, is that you?"
You had only been ridiculed a few hours before Scythe's return home from work.
Sobbing endlessly, it never seemed to stop.
"Angel Eyes?"
Her voice was more worried as she soon began to kick down the door.
You had forgotten to get her a spare key, but mostly because of the stuff going on.
They had been rejecting all offers to you, overpricing food access, etc.
It was overwhelming.
You were subjected to such measures of torment for even being there.
"Darling! I'm coming' in on a one, two."
You unlocked the door, letting out a loud click! The door is slowly sliding open.
"Aah, my dear. What's got 'ya lockin' the door so early?"
"Just some things, safety, and all that."
Scythe knew you were wrong, as for the look in your eyes.
"Angel Eyes, I know what's up; how's about you letting me in?"
You nodded, letting her in as you watched her march on in and grab onto you.
She dragged you onto her lap as she spread her legs across the couch, laying her mechanical weapon down on the side.
Her hands lay on your hands and thighs, staring up at you.
She could see the tears that twinkled ever so neatly.
"Ya' been cryin'; what's the matter?"
"Just... some things happen, Scythe."
"Just some things, ay?"
You nodded, but she knew much more than you did.
Her eyes stared gently into yours, a gloved hand reaching to lay neatly on your cheek. Scythe sighed. "Sugar, You know you can always talk to me, right?" She whispered softly, her voice filled with genuine concern. You knew you were afraid to open up, but you did so anyway. You were hesitant.
"Some of the people in this town don't like me at all. "You really don't like me at all." Scythe's expression softened as she listened, her hand gently rubbing your cheek in a comforting gesture. "I'm sorry to hear that, sugar. But don't you worry, I've got your back," she reassured you with a warm smile. You felt a wave of relief wash over you, grateful for her unwavering support in the face of adversity.
"You're a good person, and that's all that matters," Scythe added, her eyes filled with understanding. With her by your side, you felt a newfound sense of courage to face the challenges ahead. "I know, I'm just... afraid? What if something happens to me?" Scythe's eyes darkened as she nodded. Something could happen to you if you weren't careful or someone took your presence wrongly.
"Stay vigilant and trust your instincts," she advised, her voice firm yet comforting. With Scythe's guidance, you knew you had a strong ally to help navigate the uncertainties that lay ahead. "And the broker is always a call away." Broker was a close friend of yours, so you knew what to do if Scythe wasn't around to support you.
"You got me, sugar?" Scythe asked, fingers holding onto your chin as you stared and nodded. "Yes, Scythe." She let out a smile. "That's my good, angel."
SUBSPACE.
THE GREATEST INVENTOR OF ALL OF BLACKROCK!! And he's YOUR partner!
If that didn't risk you getting strange looks from others and such an overwhelming reputation in Blackrock,.
Subspace was always busy, sometimes never having as much time as you two used to as kids.
After Medkit's whole fasco, he's been going insane over the crystals while you watched you two lose time with each other.
You thought maybe, just maybe, Subspace would slowly forget about your own existence.
But you couldn't let those thoughts trick you! He'd never do so!!!!
That's if they weren't 'true' from the start of the gossip train.
"Did you hear? Subspace was out with another demon!"
"Isn't he supposedly with someone already?"
It was heartbreaking to find out that your own partner had decided to spend time with someone entirely different, and even much longer than ever.
"I heard it was a date!"
"I feel bad for his actual partner; that's so sad."
Then, the mean comments started riding in about you.
Rumors.
Endless, endless rumors.
It was getting so much that you ended up attempting that very night.
Yours and Subspace's anniversary.
"MY PRECIOUS TREASURE!! I'M HOME!"
You sat in the bathtub, the pill bottle clear of any, as you slowly dunked your head.
"Precious? Where are you? I must tell you about my new biograft invention!!!"
Only a few more seconds, as the voice of his became nothing but a fine line of void.
The blaring light of the hospital ceiling eroded through your vision.
Was this heaven? Valhalla?
"MY PRECIOUS!!"
Subspace? Your partner? What's he doing here?
His arms wrapped around you as he sobbed. How could you do this to him? How could you leave him?
"Never, ever, do that again! You had me scared half to SOFTH!"
You stared at the pink-red demon that had been crying endlessly at you. You could tell by his puffy, red eyes.
"What happened?"
"I found you in the bathtub; I was lucky enough to even get to you in time."
The seriousness in his voice conveyed serious regret as you sobbed and cried.
"I don't deserve this; why'd you take me away? Why aren't you with the other person you met up with in the cafe?"
"ANOTHER PERSON!? What are you talking about, my precious?"
"The RUMORS!! Everyone's been talking about how you were on a date with someone else, cheating on me!!"
Subspace was confused. Is she cheating on you? Oh, he'd have his own creation chop his head off and finish him!
"Cheating!? My precious, my pearl, my gem! What ridiculous rumors you've managed to get ahold of! I'd never cheat on you, never!"
You stared at him.
"Really?"
"REALLY! I was just meeting up with Hyperlaser about my biografts and inventions! Nothing more! I had even purchased you fine, delicate flowers to put in your vase once more."
You were stunned— absolutely stunned. He never cheated on you; it was all a misunderstanding.
"But the proof? The…"
"Whoever was stalking us, my precious, it is not true! I love you with my fullest heart, and I would never replace you with anyone else. You deserve the world, if not the whole universe! I would do anything to make you happy, precious!!"
"Now, please, never pull such stunts again... I love you dearly!!!!"
Maybe, just maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
"Alright..."
"Rest, my gem!! I will be here always, from now on."
And so, you did.
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p1 hcs becuz I am normal abt characters
-his real name is Rick but he prefers to go by Dude (I like to think that p2's name is Rick too but we aren't talking abt him rn)
-in his 20s (like...26 or 28???) he looks older to some people though, if he even goes out
-has severe generalised anxiety disorder, PTSD, hypochondria, schizophrenia, social anxiety, and OCD
- has Anthropophobia, Ataxophobia, Catagelophobia, Claustrophobia, Daemonophobia, and probably way more
-started to take medication at some point but eventually stopped because he thought they wouldn't work and make him more paranoid
-he owns guns (A LOT of them) probably like, 25. he keeps them perfectly clean and safe, stocked up on his wall or in his panic room. (we'll get to that part soon) he'd probably have a collection of other weapons too, like a bunch of knives and axes (he also keeps them very clean, obsessively)
-owns a little radio so he can listen to MTV, music that he's into, like Nickelback, KMFDM, Judas Priest, Oingo Boingo and Black Sabbath. helps him relax when he feels like he's really losing it. (he also tries to listen in on the feds, like if they're spying on him. he's that paranoid.)
-cuddles with champ often. especially when hes in bed. he loves that puppy as much as life itself (he'd kill for him)
-gets sunspots when hes out in the sun for awhile 🌤
-smokes pot frequently. his house probably reeks of it, and so does he lets be real
-smoking too much of the pot can fuck him up, yet he doesn't stop. he doesn't know what else to do, and he doesn't trust doctors.
-fidgets alot. holds onto his cross when hes scared or in need of comfort. bites his nails too.
-has acne scars
-sensitive to bright lights (why he wears sunglasses all the time)
-gets sick really often. all the time. almost died during a few probably
-has shit posture 🦐
-breaks things when hes overwhelmed or angry
-has a bunker/panic room in his basement. keeps way more weapons down there, including MRE's and dog food as well. he thinks about the world coming to an end and so that's basically why he built it.
-hardly ever leaves his house. feels like the government is going to come for him, so whenever he sees a black vehicle outside, like a van, he freaks the hell out. If he was going to go out and get the mail that day you can forget it.
-cant hold down a job for long. Idk how this man even has a house (government probably gives him money) that is until he eventually gets evicted (hope this makes sense enough im sleepy)
-can't drive even though he took his learners as a teen. he just can't. makes him more nervous and unable to focus on a lot of things at once, so he either walks or takes the bus.
-kids would often call him a demon or pull his hair. they thought he was a freak since he never liked to be around any of the other kids, he was always off in some corner or inside at recess, so he was sadly the target of their taunts.
-his parents weren't redheads like him (recessive genes) so when he was born his mother thought he was the spawn of the devil. she never wanted anything to do with him, as did his dad, so P1 desperately tried everything to get their attention/approval, but nothing ever worked. he eventually left home when he turned 17.
k thats mostly it ty for reading if u did eee
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