lowkey had to look up wtf a spatula was cause i forgot the name for it,, anyways hhhhh,,, theres no physical contact between the person causing the trauma and the reader but like,, TW for flashbacks and panic attacks and yelling :(
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I reached out to the space next to me, finding it empty. I walked out of the unfamiliar room and looked for him. I found him in the kitchen, making breakfast.
"Whatcha doin'?"
"What does it look like I'm doing?" He grumbled and looked up at me. I looked down. I could tell when he was angry, annoyed even, by the tone of his voice. I had known him for a year now, and we've been dating for seven months.
"Sorry..." I mumbled. It bothered me when he was angry, it made me upset and I would feel horrible, like I had been the one to instigate the anger.
"What'd you say," he snapped at me.
"I said I'm sorry," I mumbled again. He smacked the spatula onto the counter and stormed over to me. I backed into the corner against the tv and curled into a ball. I knew he was about to start yelling. I don't remember the things he said but I know that I was scared.
I woke up suddenly, feeling the cold sweat and a new soreness in my jaw. I was breathing hard with tears pricking at my eyes. He never physically hurt me, but i reminded myself that trauma can be caused by anything distressing, not just terrible accidents or injuries. I always felt bad when I did this, but he wanted me to do so whenever I had a bad flashback. I slid out of bed, putting on some loose flannel pants and a loose t-shirt. I walked quietly across the hall to Mark's room, slipping through the already-open door, closing it behind me. Mark stirred but didn't wake up. I wish he did... I always felt bad waking him up. I quietly whispered to him.
"Mark... Mark," I really didn't want to scare him awake but I guess I was gonna have to shake him. I slowly leaned over putting my hand on his shirtless shoulder, and pushing back and forth very softly. He woke this time, taking a minute or two to understand what and who and why.
"Hey Y/n, what happened?" I quietly whispered about my nightmare, seeing as Matt shared a wall with Mark. "Come here," Mark whispered, lifting up the sheets of the bed and letting me climb under. He had a large bed, but I curled up right next to him as he pulled me into a hug.
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I woke up to see Mark's chest, feeling his arm wrapped around me. I remembered the night before. It felt like a dream but apparently it wasn't.
I slowly shifted out of his grip, trying to be careful as not to wake him. I did so successfully and walked downstairs to make breakfast. I made waffles with Nutella for everyone in the house, and contemplated getting a dog for our home. As I thought of a name for our little beast, Matt walked downstairs in grey sweatpants and a t-shirt. I put a plate of waffles on the table for him and got him a fork.
"Thanks Y/n."
"No problem." I sat down to the table with Matt, and we ate in comfortable silence. Soon Mark joined us, taking his own plate. Ryan liked to sleep in, and now he was the last to eat. I finished first and cleaned my plate, putting it in the dishwasher. I had left my phone in my room last night, so I went upstairs to get it.
