𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓: 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏

4) - 💔❤️ 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐝𝐮𝐦𝐩 (𝐃𝐞𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐬 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❤️💔

TW and CW: Sad reader and mild language.
A pure comfort fic for myself.
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The warehouse was quiet, as expected since everyone was asleep and not up at this unholy hour. You should've been asleep too but due to unfortunate circumstances, slumber just felt like miles away from you and it seemed to go further and further the more you tried to catch up to it.

Instead, you were in the warehouse kitchen slumped on the chair with only a glass of half-filled water in front of you. Millions of thoughts were drilled in your head and with the eerie silence, those thoughts just seemed to be louder. You were prone to overthinking now, so lost in your own shitty train of thoughts, you lost your sense of surroundings.

"You're still up?" A smoky voice called out, startling you back into reality.

"Shit- Deimos don't scare me like that!" You hissed. He pulled a chair for him to sit down. You must've been so caught up in your own world, you didn't hear his footsteps, even in the silence.

"Sorry about that, angel," he said. His signature tobacco scent was strong, a sign that he had just come back from a fresh smoking session. He leaned forward, resting his head on the table. Your gaze was back on the glass sitting on the table, you didn't know what else to say nor were you in the mood to talk. You had at least two and a half glasses of water in one sitting and your stomach was bloated. But you couldn't really help yourself there, you were just trying to keep yourself occupied even if it was just drinking some mundane water.

"Hey...you alright," Deimos spoke up. Of course, he wasn't exactly going to sit in silence like you, it was unlike him. "I'm fine Deimos," you lied "why do you ask..."

Deimos perked up a little as if you asked an absurd question. "You've been avoiding us all day, you think I wouldn't notice?" You gulped a little. You didn't even realise you were avoiding everyone, you didn't mean to. You just weren't feeling... well. "Are you on the rag?" He asked you, eyes still locked with yours.

"What?!"

"Are you.... you know."

"I know what you meant Deimos, Goddammit!" You gritted, slumping further into the chair. It wasn't too long ago that you explained to Deimos how the menstrual cycle works, about the symptoms and all. Your mood wasn't affected too much when you're on your period. Not as much as your appetite anyways. "It's a bit sexist assuming a woman is on her period when she feels like shit, you know," you said.

Deimos' expression softened a little. "Sorry Hermosa, I didn't mean it like that..." you couldn't really blame him when he was still a little new to the deeper content of the matter. But your frustration didn't change. "Do you still want to tell me what's up?"

There was a pause that went on for what felt like hours while Deimos was still waiting for your response.

There were a whole lot of emotions bottled inside of you, threatening to spill over the rim. You felt like you were going to crack at any given moment with the pressure of being on the spot. Your vision was starting to water as tears were sitting on the waterline of your eyes. You blinked frantically trying to dry them but your effort was only proven futile when the tears slipped down your cheeks. You were embarrassed. "Sorry..." you wiped your face with your sleeve, trying to hide your emotional self.

Deimos was quick to get up from his seat and crouch down to your level, taking your hand in his. "Hey, look at me. You don't have to explain yourself if you don't want to..." he tells you. You sniffles again, your nose was starting to feel runny. "...if you want, you can sleep with me and Sanford, we can watch some videos I've downloaded from MadTube. What d'ya say?"

You smiled through the tears at his words and efforts on trying to get you to feel better. "I'd like that. But can I... go and pee first," your bladder was starting to feel full from all the water you drank. "Of course, I'll get everything ready."

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A few moments later, you can into the room and found Sanford on the mattress with Deimos on his computer. You climbed on the mattress with Deimos following after, already feeling a little better. You looked up at Sanford, his large build hovering over you, "can you just... hold me please," you asked him. Sanford was already pulling you onto his lap, his arms wrapped around your body.

The three of you sat comfortably, enjoying each other's company with dumb videos playing on Deimos' computer.