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Jesse |Chromeskull| x Reader

Requested by -badboiTM-

TW: Self Harm Comfort ahead.

This is me first time writing for Chromeskull. So be gentle 🥺 *cough* with critisism of course. Hahahaha-

No, but tysm for this req and I hope I did Chromeskull aka Jesse justice. I loved the movie also and I regret not watching it sooner!

Jesse was absolutely giddy. He had just returned from a particularly long business trip and the only thing he wished for, as he pushed the front door to his home open, was to grab you and drag you to your shared bedroom for some much-needed affection.

'I'm home, Love.' He texted you hanging his coat by the door and slipping his shoes off as he awaited for the eventual padding of your feet as you rushed to his side, a beautiful smile on your face. That sound always had managed to pull his own smile onto his face, he found it humorous how you would practically bolt through the halls to get to his side. Jumping into his arms as soon as you were close enough. He would be ready with open arms. Even if you did start to fall, miscalculating the distance you had to leap, he would swoop you up spinning you around.

However, no sound came. Dread began to form in the pit of his stomach.

He knew about your past and your struggles with mental health. That was part of the reason he never tried to stay away from you for too long, and why this trip, in particular, had him worried. He even had staff on speed dial for both you and him in case you had a relapse of any sort. All it would take is one call and he would be speeding on his way home to you. Everyone he could reach rushing to you to ensure your safety.

You were too precious for him to lose.

Jesse didn't wait for you to come rushing to him any longer, already setting off deeper into your home in search of you with a worried haste. He felt as if his legs couldn't move fast enough, his need to make sure you were safe overwhelming.

His feet were heavy against the floor and he made a beeline for your shared bedroom. As Jesse approached he could see the door was cracked open, the inside completely dark despite the hallway lights all being on. Quietly Jesse pushed the bedroom door open.

The sight he was greeted with had him stilling momentarily his shoulders tensing.

You were laying on your side in the fetal position on the large bed set in the middle of the room. Both of your arms were wrapped around his pillow, cuddling the thing in a vice grip. Your back was to Jesse. He could see from where he stood in the doorway how your hair was greasy and a mess, your clothes in a similarly disheveled state.

His lips were pulled into a tight line. Letting his shoulders fall he pushed forward sitting next to you in the bed. One of his hands reached out placing itself on your exposed shoulder, he let his thumb rub soothing circles into your back. Letting you know he was there. Your shoulders shook under his touch silent sobs breaking past your lips. Jesse wasted no time sliding into the bed behind you curling up around you, shushing you with a line of kisses placed along the back of your neck. He was there, every kiss told you over and over again.

Once his kisses had paused you shifted turning to face him. Jesse saw the red lines buried into your wrists instantly. Thankfully they were no longer bleeding out but a few had died blood surrounding them. He made a note to get you cleaned up later as his arms surrounded you, cradling you into his chest.

Jesse held you as you sobbed, letting you use his shirt as a tissue soaking up your tears. It was an unappealing display, but Jesse could care less as he tried his best to soothe you. Fingers brushed away the hair crusted to your forehead slicking it back with the rest of your hair. Tear tracks seemed to be burned into your cheeks, your eyes puffy and red along with your lips.

It hurt Jesse to see you like this. He hated when you were in distress. A part of him wished he could go into your mind sorting through your life and ridding you of any painful memories. Only leaving you with those happy moments in between that seemed so insignificant when you found yourself lost in a pool of your misery.

As you cried into Jesse the man placed kisses on your face. Hoping that every time his lips touched your skin you would be reminded of how much you meant to him. How much he loved and valued you.

He hoped to burn a trail of love where tear tracks once sat, washing away the pain in your eyes. As you looked up at him sniffling, he knew he had succeeded this time.

Jesse was no fool- he knew more breakdowns just like today were to come, but then, he would be there once again at the ready. Armed with kisses and soft love-filled touches. He would be there for you with his arms outstretched ready to catch you before you could bruise your knees on the ground where your body would have fallen.

He would be there to clean and dress your wounds and aches nurturing you back to happiness over and over again until it stuck.

Jesse was a stubborn man after all, and if he had to bend the world to make you smile one more time.

He gladly would for the rest of his life.