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It's been a bit of a difficult day and Actor Mark is more than a bit of a comfort character so let's go. Actor Mark with s/o and/or platonic s/o who woke up from a ptsd nightmare. (Love me that sweet sweet hurt comfort 人( ๑ ｀∇´๑) )

Actor Mark with a S/O Who Woke Up from a PTSD Nightmare

*could be interpreted as platonic or otherwise*

I’m sorry your day hasn’t been the best, but I hope this cheers you up a bit! My week has been pretty crappy too, so you’re not alone. (Side note that I have never experienced a PTSD nightmare because I don’t have PTSD, so I apologize if this depiction isn’t accurate.)

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TW: PTSD & Nightmares

After a long and tiring day of work, you returned home

You slipped off your shoes and threw your bag onto the couch

Actor would probably chide you later, but you didn’t much care

All you wanted to do was pass out on the couch

You let out a sigh of relief as you plopped down onto the sofa, pulling one of Actor’s blankets off the back of it and wrapping it around you

It didn’t take long for you to fall into a deep sleep, especially with the comforting warmth of the blanket, the scent of Actor’s expensive cologne lingering faintly on fabric

While your form was relatively restful, your dreams were not

Memories of past horrors always seemed to haunt you, even when you weren’t awake

Your subconscious seemed to love to taunt you with the after images of what had happened

You awoke abruptly with a jolt, breath heaving and frazzled

Tears stung at your eyes, and you quickly wiped at them with shaky hands

You could still picture the nightmare clearly in your mind, the memories vivid

You felt a cry bubble up inside your throat, threatening to spill out into a broken sob

You hated this

Feeling like this

You hated the memories, the nightmares, all of it

You were suddenly pulled out of the dark pool of your thoughts as you heard the creak of the stairs

Glancing up, you saw Mark descending the spiral staircase, his bare feet pattering against the hardwood

He had an empty glass in one hand, his other combing through what was usually pristine and tidy hair, now a tangled (but beautiful) mess

“Y/N?” Mark called out, his voice deeper and groggier than usual from sleep. “What are you doing up so late? You’re going to get dark circles, don’t you know?”

When you didn’t respond, he gave the slightest tilt of his head before quickly descending the staircase, his red robe fluttering behind him

“Y/N?” He repeated, his eyebrows knitted together as he knelt down beside you

You bowed your head further, letting out a muffled sob into the blanket, leaving behind wet stains of tears

“Y/N,” he continued, his voice softer now, setting the glass aside and onto the coffee table with a gentle clink. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

You curled in on yourself, crying more freely now as his hand made its way to your back, rubbing soothing circles into it all the while muttering quiet encouragements

“Nightmares again?” He murmured after your cries subsided a little more

You nodded slowly, peeking out from behind your knees 

“It’ll be okay. It’s not real,” he assured you, his hand traveling down to yours. “Your brain is just trying to process what happened to you.” He paused, glancing down at your entwined hands for a beat before continuing.

“I know I can be a douche sometimes,” Mark spoke, meeting your eyes once more, his thumb now rubbing along the back of your hand. “But I really do care about you, and I’m here for you whenever you need me, okay? And if you ever need to talk to me, just tell me.”

You gave another silent nod before letting out a small, “thank you.”

He smiled softly and nodded

Mark then rose back up, his hand slipping from yours. “Now, there’ll be no more tears tonight,” he declared. “Not unless they’re happy tears!”

With that, he scooped you up and off of the couch, eliciting a small yelp of surprise from you

“You,” he said firmly but dramatically as he made his way back to the stairs with you still in his arms, “will be staying with me tonight. And you will be getting good sleep tonight. Whether you like it or not!”

As you opened your mouth to speak, he swiftly interjected, “Ah-ah-ah! I don’t want to hear it! You are royalty, and you deserve to be treated like it.”

Mark then carried you to his bedroom where he promptly sat you down on his bed, pulling the silk sheets over you

“You will be staying, because I said so. And if you have any more nightmares, you can wake me up, and I’ll be right there by your side.” He smirked and added with a cocky grin, “Your very own knight in shining armor, if you will.”

You threw a pillow at him for that comment where he was then promptly banished to the floor

Complained about it all night until you fell asleep, now much more peacefully <3

Hi, how are you? Could you do some kind of headcanon about how Will Graham's character would react to his girlfriend cheating?

I'm doing alright! Thank you so much for asking, and thank you for the request! *I yearn for Hannibal asks.* Last night I proceeded to watch a movie before promptly passing out on my couch, so I feel a little bit disheveled, but otherwise, I'm pretty okay. Hope your day goes well/went well too!

Will Graham Reacting to His Girlfriend Cheating on Him

Author's Note: The audacity... Tsk, tsk, tsk... Breaking his heart. Also, y'all, please don't cheat irl. It's a crappy thing to do. If you no longer harbor feelings for your S/O then break up. Don't make things harder.

I imagine after first finding out that he'd be very passive aggressive and possibly even give her the silent treatment

He wouldn't tell her at first that he knew

I think he would want a bit of a clear head at first

Time to think, gather his thoughts, and be alone

Just him and his dogs and some fishing out on the lake

Naturally, he'd be devastated...and mad

He rarely ever opened himself up fully to others and for the first time he felt safe doing so, doing so around her, and only her

And what'd he get for it?

A broken heart

He'd curse himself, mad at himself for trusting someone else, for letting his feelings guide him

And mad at her for betraying him, going behind his back

If she didn't love him anymore, couldn't she have just broken up with him?

Will would wear his glasses around her more often, using them as a barrier between him and her

Once she attempted to pull the glasses off of him, a playful smile on her lips as she questioned him, her head tilting ever so slightly

Only for him to pull her hand away, his expression stern and unyielding before he looked away once more

Later that night, she'd confront him, asking Will what his issue was and that they could work it out together

That's when he revealed that he knew she was cheating on him

She'd deny it, of course

But after Will's constant pressure and prying, she'd break

She'd make up excuses

That he was rarely ever around, that she needed some love too

He'd hear none of it

He'd speak slowly and calmly, but his voice carrying a hint of steel. "It's over. You need to leave. Now."

"But-"

Will would give her a look that said "don't test me," leaving no room for argument

She would pack her bags, say goodbye to the dogs, and drive off into the night, leaving him alone

Will would let out a long sigh, rubbing his hands over his face before grabbing a bottle of whiskey and turning on the space heater

He'd cuddle up with his dogs, the whiskey leaving a trail of warmth down his throat as he sipped it, hoping to drown out his feelings

At least for the night

On the bright side, he'd have his dogs all to himself