Iplier and Septiceye One-Shots/Imagines

Smile For Me (Lightiplier X Abused!Bullied!Reader)

Suggested by: AshCrimsonWolf

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You sat by the wall, crying and shaking. You couldn't stand another day of this embarrassment, all because your fake friends had told your deepest secrets. So much for trust. Now the whole school was making fun of you, and you hated it. You wanted to talk to your parents, but you couldn't. Your father had died of lung cancer three years ago, and your mother had turned to drugs and alcohol. She wasn't any help anymore.

It was now half an hour after school ended, and you hadn't moved from your spot. You didn't want to move, to face the wrath of the drunkard you used to call your mother, the one who used to sing to you every night and make you breakfast every morning. Not anymore. That version of your mother was nonexistent.

Slowly, you stood up, grabbed your backpack, and walked home. It wasn't a long walk, just seven minutes if you were walking at a regular pace, but today, so were slower, and sort of wandered your streets. You had left school around 3:30; you got home around 3:52.

"Where were you?" your mother demanded, her voice slurring. You sighed.

"School. I had a bad day," you told her, hoping, no, desperately wishing, that she would sit down on the couch like she used to when you were sad, tell you to sit on her lap, and she would hug you and cuddle until you felt better and slept. Instead, she burped loudly and dropped her beer bottle into the ever-growing pile beside the recliner she lived on.

"So what? Everyone has bad days," she snapped.

"I know. I'll be upstairs, mother," you mumbled, shuffling up the stairs.

"Good. Your ugly face was distracting me from the tv," she growled. You sniffled and walked upstairs before you started crying in front of her. No use when she would just call you a baby and scream at you more.

When you got to your room, you collapsed on your bed, staring up and the ceiling and hoping you wouldn't make your eyes even more blotched and puffed up than they already were. Your phone buzzed, telling you someone texted you, so you grabbed it and looked through the texts. What you saw made even more tears come to your eyes, and you threw the phone away from you quickly, stifling the sobs racking through your chest.

"Don't cry, darling," a voice said quietly. You looked up, and saw a man in your room, smiling at you. You were about to scream when he sat down beside you and took your hand gently. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"W-who are you?" you whispered, half in awe at the man. His eyes were the colour of dark chocolate, and his hair was snow white. He was in simple clothes, a white t-shirt and sweatpants and barefoot, but it wasn't the choice of clothes that surprised you. He had wings. Pure white wings, like a....

Like an angel.

"My name is Lightiplier, and I'm your guardian angel," he answered, and wrapped his arms around you.

"I didn't know I had a guardian angel," you admitted sheepishly.

"Well, that's because I'm here on unofficial business," he laughed softly. His voice was light and humorous, filled with joy and kindness. "I saw what those other people were doing to you, and I wanted to make you feel better. Technically, I'm not supposed to be here, but I think I can bend a few rules, as long as it makes you happy. It's my job, after all."

"I don't understand," you told him, sitting up straighter and looking at him.

"Then let me make it clearer," he chuckled with a smile. "I was sent to watch over you ever since your father passed away and your mother became... a bit harsh if that's not an understatement. I have been watching you from Heaven, and now, seeing as you're on the brink of losing it, I came here to console you."

"Then why haven't you been doing anything? Why have you just been standing around watching me?" You started to get angry; he knew you were getting hurt, and he didn't do a damn thing about it! "If you were looking out for me, you would have known the girls at my school, my so-called friends, humiliated me! Taunted me, ridiculed me in front of my entire school! The boys beat me up during gym, and the teachers, who obviously saw, didn't do a thing about it!" You rolled up your sleeve to show him a large bruise on your forearm, spreading from your wrist to an inch below your elbow. You turned your arm around and showed him the scars, too many of them. Angel winced and looked away.

"I know about those, (Y/N)," he told you softly. "I've seen you cry your eyes out while making those. And I hated every single time you brought the blade down upon yourself."

"Then why didn't you stop me?" you asked bitterly.

"I wasn't allowed to. Guardian angels protect mortals from lethal danger, and... leave emotions to the person who's dealing with them. It's a complicated system and many angels wish it would change so they wouldn't have to witness people harm themselves... but nothing is happening. Interacting with humans is off limits, and that's all." His face dropped as he looked away, and you felt guilty for being the accusatory one. He was just looking out for you... quite literally.

"Oh. I'm... sorry," you started. "I didn't know."

"No, and you would have no reason to blame yourself," he smiled. "It's something we're looking into changing."

There was a peaceful silence after that. It was short but comfortable. And it was soothing, with an angel just being at your side the whole time.

"So just... promise me you won't do anything like this again?" he finally asked after a while, nodding to your arm. You sighed and nodded.

"I promise,"you assured him.

"Good." He stood up and smiled at you. "I'm afraid this is where we must part ways, my dear."

"Oh. Al... alright," you murmured, already feeling lonely.

"It's okay, child. I'll always be here. You just won't be able to see me." He put two fingers under your chin and lifted it so you would look into his sparkling eyes. "If you need anything, you know who to look for."

"Okay, Angel. Thank you," you said. Although he wasn't here for very long and he didn't say much, you still knew he would be there for you if you ever needed him.

Angel stood straight and stretched his wings to the maximum span. Looking up at the ceiling, he closed his eyes and vanished in a white light. Yet, somehow, you still felt his presence. You smiled softly to yourself, opened your backpack, and started working on your homework.

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