Possible tw: vague depictions of dissociation
You're standing still, zoned out and only partially present.
Steve comes a bit closer and places his hands lightly on your shoulders. You look up, still detached but slowly coming back.
"What can I do?" he asks softly.
You shake your head slightly, your eyelids fluttering. "I don't know," you can't put any power behind your voice and it comes out as whisper. "Just, hold me. Please."
He wordlessly slides his hands to your back, pulling you close. You lay your head on his chest, taking in his scent, the softness of his shirt, his warmth. His thumb rubs your back softly as he rests his cheek against the top of your head.
You feel the emotions start flowing back as they overwhelm you.
"Tighter," you say quietly.
His embrace strengthens around you, the feeling of safety growing.
"Tighter."
Again, he bundles you closer. It's still not enough to block out the rushing in your ears.
"More."
"Honey, I'm gonna hurt you," he says, concerned.
"Please," you beg, the desperation is too strong, as if this is your last hope for sanity.
He obliges, pressing you closer. It does hurt.
But the calmness finally shuts out the noise and you're safe. Here, with him, you know you're safe.
Unable to contain it any longer, the sobs break free.
"Oh, my poor sweet baby," he breathes as he slowly lowers the both of you to the ground and cradles you close.
He holds you for as long as you need, whispering comforting things in your ear, rubbing your arms, and kissing your head.
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Marvel Imagines and One-shotes
FanfictionA growing collection of Marvel imagines and maybe some short stories. Hope you like them!! I may take requests... I'm not sure haha. So far, here's who's included: Peter Parker Bucky Barnes Pietro Maximoff Steve Rogers Tony Stark Loki Natasha Roman...
