♣️ :: TREY CLOVER

When you came running to Trey about wanting him to comfort you, he’s originally thought you’d failed a test. Of course it was something he would console you about, what he hadn’t expected was your awkward explanation about having to go to the eye doctor the next day.

Trey’s speciality happened to be cooking. Sure, he’d opened glasses because his vision was worse than Daredevil from Marvel (whom is blind mind you), but he never really had the fear you did. It wasn’t something he could understand fully, but he was willing to do all he could to support you.

Whether it be cooking in the kitchen with a soft hum of classical music in the bake while he guided you through desserts, or he set everything down and just held you, Trey was more than happy to make sure you felt safe.

When the day came, he made sure to clear his schedule (shyly explain to Riddle he was unable to make tarts for the unbirthday party due to health issues) to be by your side. Even if he wasn’t allowed in the room with you, he held your hand the entire time, whispering about how after this your vision and well being will be tremendously better and improved.

Even if you came out with tears (or a drowsy body from spitting up your lunch), Trey held you as close as possible and showered you in praise.

“You did so good, just think how this will benefit you in the long wrong and not the small pain you feel for a few days.”

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💋 :: VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil was your number one fan, it was obvious to everyone the way he held you to higher standards because he wanted you to succeed. So when you came asking for help and comfort over the appointment you had tomorrow, he was more than willing to send out his love and help.

When you’d originally explained his task, he believed he’d just drop you off, kiss you good luck, and wait to come get you. Oh how he was wrong. Before you’d even gone off to get your (very needed) rest, your tears overflowed his heart. He knew you’d been uneasy, but he hadn’t expected this uneasy.

So, he decided to shower you in affection by doing everything to take your mind off the situation. Skincare, bathing, hairstyling and brushing, anything and everything Vil could do possible. It was what he knew how to do, and he understood the extent of how worrisome you’d get over things that you hated or felt uncomfortable with.

When he did finally push you through the doors of the doctor’s office, the wailing was immediate. His voice of assurance pursed on even with you crying into his shoulder that you could do without and you’d much rather be blinded than go back into that building.

“My sweetest potato, you deserve to see with a clear vision no? You’d have to admire my beauty somehow, and that’d require your best vision.”

Needless to say, you’d walk out a solider overcoming a battle not many could say they’ve fought. All with a very proud new sight and a lollipop so kindly gifted by the nurse for your troubles. Bonus being your very adoring boyfriend kissing your temple.

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♥️ :: ACE TRAPPOLA

When you’d come bursting into his room, Ace for sure thought you’d come begging him to hang out. Oh no, not at all. In fact, you’d came to him to do the one thing a Trappola couldn’t do. Console someone far past consoling.

Ace loved you beyond measure, but his idea of comfort involved mass loads of bullying and laughing things off until you laughed them off too. But those tears meant trouble, and that look of utter disgust meant actual fear for Ace. He scooped you up into his (sad and weak and pathetic and loser) arms as he set you down on his bed.

He cuddled right up into you, snug us a bug, and just held you. No words, no jokes, no sly teasing. He just put you into the only spot he felt could offer you assurance he was there. While he was no chef like Trey, or professional understander like Vil, Ace knew how to hit the right buttons to calm you down even if he blew bolts out of his head in worry.

When the next morning arrived, the boy refused to move from your side. He held your hand and kindly (begged) asked the doctor to let him just be in the room to be near you. When he finally got the go ahead, it was like a puzzle piece stuck too firmly together as he stilled on his seat and disputed anybody who told him he had to move.

By the end of your appointment, and slight discomfort of being sat by the toilet for ten minutes, Ace had fallen asleep a totally of nine times, started awake five of them, mumbled your name twenty times, and cried twice for you. Which was saying a lot for his supposed nonchalant attitude towards your fears.

“You did that, love. Like, all on your own. So next time, you can’t tell me you’re not brave or anything. That was the bravest thing like… ever? I love you. Y’know what? Let’s go get desserts on me.”

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“ Wow that was my first ever multiple character writing I did that … but anon you’re so brave don’t forget that ! If I could fight through seeing my blood ,, then you can fight through this too okay ?? Don’t give up !! It’s going to help you in the long run ,, I promise !! I’m so sorry I couldn’t write exactly how you feel ,, I’ve always just been a glasses girl ,, so my experiences don’t collide with yours to help me get to how you’d want to be comforted :((( “ >> NOT PROOF READ

Sure! When Trey said he’d come with you to see the doctors, he has been perfectly fine. Believing it was a routine checkup, he hadn’t even worried as he set his whisk down and cleaned up the kitchen. Sure, but that was before.

Trey had been cooking up a new recipe curtesy of Cater’s new found interest. It had been nothing more than a regular day, skimming through school work, helping the certain chaotic first year duo, and then winding down to his comfort place.

The kitchen smelt exactly as Trey did, warmth and sweetness in a bundle of blankets that just drew anybody and everybody in. It made for a second home for the baker, and something he graciously shared with people like you.

Which is why, he wasn’t all that surprised when you popped in with a sealed smile and slid into a chair propped up against the wall. He’d taken a couple minutes of your silence before he finally set the tray down and looked over to you.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Your boyfriend hummed as he backed away from the counter to go crouch down my your chair.

“Promise not to laugh?”

“You have my word. Why would I ever laugh at something you seem so stoic and stern about?” He smiled as he brushed a piece of your hair behind your ear.

“I’m scared to get my blood work done alone. I want you to go with me.”

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Waiting for the doctor was no less than awkward. Trey had been hyping you up for the past thirty minutes as you squirmed and gagged over the thought of seeing your blood in those vials.

Desperate to soothe you down, Trey’s hand slithered from your shoulder to your thigh as he gently rubbed it in home of you coming down from your anxious worries.

“You’re going to do just fine, you’ve done it before haven’t you?” He winked as he fixed his glasses, leaning down to peck a small kiss to your temple. “What’s one more?”

Trey ever regretted saying that without knocking on wood.

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Awkwardly talking to you was killing the third year. Of course he loved talking to you, but the wince in your eyes kill his hope of staying somewhat confident you wouldn’t pass out.

Oh how Trey Clover was wrong. The second the nurse mentioned needle it was like lights sprung into action in your head. From worried sick to complete panic in a matter of seconds.

“You’re going to be okay, alright? Deep breaths, one at a time. You’re not on some time crunch. One. At. A. Time.” The boy softly smiled (more of it felt almost like a pity than a genuine smile).

“I’m going to die.” You stated with the confidence of someone ready to charge into battle. Your form on the other hand, was one of fear and anxious mess whisked into one person. “I’m going to die before the thing even gets to my skin.”

Trey sighed as he went on for about 10 minutes (30 seconds) about why you’d be a-okay and how afterwards he’d be sure to make you anything you’d like back at Heartslabyul. That seemed to shoot you up straight.

While some fleeting hope entered your veins, the moment you had to actually face them pulling out the needle and vials, it was like a wildfire erupted again.

“The tourniquet will have more feeling than the needle, you don’t have to look at all. Just talk to your friend over there alright?” The poor doctor tried her own to soothe you down as well. With tears in your eyes as you nodded you gulped down and winced when you felt the poke hit the inside of your elbow (did you know it’s called your antecubital fossa?).

“S-so! Trey, about those… s… sweets you promise…?” You awkwardly smiled as tears flow down your cheek. The doctor fumbling to make sure your swaying form doesn’t knock over any of the vials set up.

“I could make you anything you’d like really, it’s of no mind. In fact, would you like to spend the night? I’m sure Riddle would be okay with a… small broken rule if I talk about your bravery?” Trey pushed his classes up as he leaned onto his hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair.

“That’d be—“

“All done. Just hold that there okay?”

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“Worth it…?” Trey hummed as he continued to wash the spatula.

“Worth it.” You smiled back, happily pretending like you didn’t pass out on the way back to the dorm because you pushed yourself through to not do it at the doctor’s office.

Yeah, he was never going to leave you anywhere on your own anymore. You little cutie!

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“ the big Dolly actually writes something more than a couple paragraphs omg omg … I NEED TREY SO BAD TREY I LOVE YOU DOWN TO MY LAST TOE 🙁🙁 “ >> NOT PROOF READ