#Its angsty comfort fluff if that makes any sense at all

[lonelywhalien22]

new one shot out friday. 5pm est.

[freyito]

can write a head cannons on how the Lin Kuei trio would react to their s/o getting injured from a mission they just got back from and their s/o was trying to hide it from them? (not a serious life threatening injury, more of either they had a deep cut or bruised ribs, something like that)

im in the mood for some angst since i havent gotten any requests for it yet (this is ur time, anons ;) ), i know this prompt is pretty fluff-y, but i'm gonna make it a little bit more angsty. im also gonna write this a little bit different, since i'm real real into this request and writing angst is my specialty. sorry this took so long btw!!!! i had a hard time focusing for like a week, but im back in the mindset and i hope you all enjoy this!!!

cw: gn reader, little bitty angst, mentions of injuries & scarring, bruised rib, laceration, contusions, proofread.

ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪɴ ᴋᴜᴇɪ ᴛʀɪᴏ + ᴀɴ ɪɴᴊᴜʀᴇᴅ ꜱ/ᴏ

-Tomas Vrbada

Tomas was just glad both of you had returned safely. The threat was neutralized, and neither you, nor him had sustained any fatal injuries. Maybe you had gained a couple new cuts that would make nice scars, with stories to match, but he had sworn that was the lot of it. He was able to get you patched up before returning, but he had still insisted on meeting a doctor, an alchemist, anything that could help further. Especially since he was worried about infection. But you had reassured him that you were fine, the mission was over and all you needed was rest to heal up properly.

That night, you writhe in bed, finding some sort of comfortable position to ignore the seething pain in your chest. It wasn't lethal, no, but you did require medical attention. However, it was something that Tomas would worry about. And with the mental hardship of that mission, you knew that was the last thing he needed. The very last thing.

Biting your lip, you let out a sharp breath, before finding the optimal laying position. Uncomfortable, yet the pain was minimum. This was the path to healing, regardless. You rest your hand on your chest, as if to control your heartbeat. Something about that pain just made your adrenaline spike, as if you had been running for your life. Your head throbs, your breath feels short, and your vision ever-so-slightly blurs. It's psychosomatic, you know it is. But you had lied to Tomas, to yourself, and your guilt is eating away at your sense.

Lightheaded, you turn your gaze to the door, meeting eyes with your beloved. Horror resonates within his eyes, like the flame of ambition had died down and left only the ashes of regret in its wake. Tomas had watched you, roll and writhe and squirm and groan. His voice trembled, something lurking behind those sweet words of his.

"You lied?"

It is not that. It is not that you lied about being unharmed. It was the fact that now, even so desperately in pain, he knew he couldn't protect you. He didn't. And perhaps it had been the fact that you didn't trust Tomas enough to tell him about your chest, as he perceived it.

You propped yourself up on your arm, exhaling a painful amount of regret. And at that, Tomas flinched, almost instinctively. Not as if you were going to hit him, no, as if you were going to fall. Before you could even get a word in, to argue that you hadn't lied, you were worried, anything. Any single word. Tomas had rushed to the bedside, looking down at you now. His emotions showed clearly, hurt, mainly. But behind that, all sorts of emotions welled up in his chest. Anger, betrayal, pain, empathy. He wants to pick you up, he knows he can't. But there's a part of him that suddenly yearns to touch you, now, right now. Begging, pleading within him. But instead, he swallows that feeling and saves it for when you make a full recovery.

Tomas calls a medic, promptly. He finds it hard to speak. He doesn't go mute, he's just overwhelmed with all sorts of negative emotions that all the words he'd say get choked up in his throat. As the medics show up and end up escorting you away with a wheelchair, Tomas can't help but stay behind. He looks at the bedside as if you aren't in better hands now, mourning almost. He knows you can take care of yourself, you're strong and skilled. But this is why he worries, he's afraid of you getting hurt, still. A nightmare, that's what it is. Knowing it's not something you're willing to speak of outright, either. Before he continued on to follow the medics, he took a couple seconds to control his breathing, and steady his emotions.

Until your rib had healed, Tomas stayed by your bedside. Day in, day out. None of the nurses could even get him to move, especially after visiting hours were over. For such a minor injury, it broke something inside you to see the man, hunched over at your bedside.

-Bi-Han

With the end of a successful mission, Bi-Han was happier to be home. Losses had been kept at a minimum, but as always, there had been more than his fair share of blood spilled. Injuries were common, both you and him knew that. And he had always made sure that you, out of anyone- especially anyone close to him- had been unscathed. Granted, he knew, with even low-scale fights, injuries were bound to happen. He takes pride in how strong you are, knowing that you are more than fine on your own. But he also takes pride on being able to be there. To protect you when you somehow fall short.

Somehow, you had weaseled your way out of a medical exam. As crucial as it was, you knew Bi-Han had a bad habit of worrying over the smallest things. Especially when it pertained to you. The only thing you were left with was a laceration on your shoulder, which was hastily covered with loose gauze. It wasn't anything that drew attention, but moving your arm in a particular way or pressure had definitely would've caused it to bleed again.

That evening, you were out with Bi-Han, enjoying the fresh air and relishing in your victory. It was a regular occurrence, something you both did either in the dead of night or in broad daylight. It was something you two did for yourselves. Bi-Han enjoyed it, getting to spend time with you, surrounded by tranquility and near bliss. It was a nice distraction from his duties as Grandmaster. To spend time with you, hold you tenderly, whisper what he had thought of you, or maybe just enjoy your presence. It was hard for him, but he loved being vulnerable with you, it was one of the few instances of trust he had shown anybody.

So, when Bi-Han had gently caressed your shoulder, the hitch in your breath scared him. The first thought in his mind had been regret, as if he had hurt you. Until you reached for your shoulder, and covered your wound. He had not applied any pressure, but the wound had been irritating you. When you met Bi-Han's warm eyes, the heartbreak almost shot a hole through your heart. When you reached for him, to reassure him it was okay, just an odd reaction, he turned his head away. As if he had betrayed himself. Now, you could see the thoughts processing in his head, each one worse than the last. He wasn't afraid of hurting you now, he was afraid that his actions would lead to this reaction. He was afraid that you had feared him.

You reached for him once again, only now catching his attention and fishing him out of his thoughts. He looked sorrowful, the previous answer lingering on his mind. You could almost see his lips quiver, until he laid his eyes on the gauze peeking out from just under your shoulder. His regret turned into curiosity, and before he could reach in to take a closer look, your guilt took hold. To redirect his attention, you cupped his face ever-so-gently, hoping it would not only distract him, but that it would keep his thoughts at bay.

Mistake number one, really. Bi-Han's fears had been disproved, but now he knew you had been hiding something from him. He couldn't take his eyes off the bandages, yet he leaned into your touch. Simple assurance, for a simple cover-up. He reached for your shoulder again, lifting up the hem of your sleeve. He didn't need a second look, but he took one anyone. You recoiled slightly, caught in your lie. When his eyes met yours, they weren't full of anger, or hurt. Worry, mostly.

"Were you hiding this from me?"

In a way, those words stung. You didn't want to stress him out, and more-so, you didn't want to deal with the medics either. Bi-Han furrowed his brows, rolling his tongue over the bottom of his teeth. The very real threat of infection was present, with a cut that deep. Your injury wasn't fatal, he knew that. But his fear of infection reigned over that. Without a second thought, his hand strayed to your wrist, and pulled your hand away from his face gently. His gaze wasn't cold, it was rather warm. But you could tell he was annoyed that you had hid your injury from him.

With a soft and quick gaze, Bi-Han interlocked his fingers with yours, and led you out of the woods, to the medics. He's tense, he's almost horrified of infection. He's afraid that it'd be too late to catch it.

Bi-Han watches the medics the entire time, arms crossed. He only relaxes when your wound is cleaned and bacitracin is applied. And, out of precaution, he redresses your wounds every day. He'll talk to you about hiding things from him, especially wounds.

-Kuai Liang

With another mission complete and another win under his belt, Kuai Liang had become quite relaxed. With very little injuries to you and himself, he was actually quite proud. At least, that's what he had thought. Normally, Kuai Liang is observant. He can catch any discrepancy in your behavior, and that's what made him so hard to get around. Unfortunately, the wound you had been trying to hide was especially annoying, and in an even worse area. A contusion on your thigh, something that made it increasingly hard to walk.

But, you knew Kuai Liang had no need to worry over you. As much as he loved you, and you love him, you would rather not put another weight on his shoulders. As skilled as he was, fighting had always stressed him out, especially the aftermath. And he could never forgive himself for letting you get hurt, even if you had more than the means to defend yourself. He always admired your lethality, but he was possessive, and the thought of his love getting hurt without him watching over them was a painful thought.

You stifled your pain as you got up off the shared bed, the nap you had taken doing no help to your injury. Kuai Liang stirred next to you, absently reaching for you in his semi-conscious state. His hand landed on your thigh, firmly. His thumb pushed down into the tender bruise, making you cringe. Feeling you twitch under his absent-minded touch, Kuai Liang began to regain full consciousness. As if a nervous reaction, the burning pain in your thigh spread further down your leg.

You turned to look at Kuai Liang over your shoulder, meeting his groggy gaze. Soft, and warm. In his half-awake state, he didn't take notice to the slight crease in your brows, or the way you bit your lip to ignore the pain. Not yet, anyways. He uttered a couple of things under his breath in Chinese, mainly complimenting you. He got up, taking his hand away from your thigh, and yawning. After a couple seconds of comfortable silence, Kuai Liang met your eyes once again, smiling softly.

Your body relaxed, the pain in your thigh subsiding a little. Turning to kiss him, however, broke that brief comfort. The way you angled your body as your lips caught his sent another rush of pain down your full leg, the contusion tender and near begging for some sort of pain relief. Your breath caught in your throat, causing you to pull away and hiss. Kuai Liang flinched, raising his hand and pausing. His first thought was that you had just stretched wrong, but when you had reached for your thigh subconsciously, it clicked instantly.

"You're still hurt? You didn't tell me?"

Anger flared in Kuai Liang's eyes, just for a second, before concern set in. He could've protected you, but also you had hid this from him. He didn't know exactly what to feel in the moment, conflicted and confused. But he knew you were hurt, so his very first instinct was to take care of you. Once you had shown him it was a contusion, nothing deep or at risk of infection. But it was a rather big bruise, so he worried more.

During your recovery, he keeps a close eye on you. He checks on the bruise regularly, until its no more than just the size of a dime. Only then did he allow you to walk without his help. He'll definitely have a talk with you, and in future missions he'll always be close by. He wouldn't dare let his treasure get hurt again.

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𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐄𝐃 - ft. miles morales

🀄、pairings: miles morales x reader warnings: mentions of paranoia, death, mentions of blood, slightly angsty, fluff at the end, slow burn, legit doesn't make total sense, not proofread, lyric references, venom, profanities, kissing (nothing smutty), mentions of gwen and hobie, poor spanish (blame duolingo...), with translations, no actual current plot of atsv, own plot, might not make sense if you didn't watch the movie, mutants, giants, mentions of skinned bodies, false accusations, arguments, a lot more within these lines, peter being a bad mentor, involves miguel, margo, peter. w/c: 4,297 notes; i really did not expect this to be long ... but yeah! this might not make sense and there might be whole lotta ooc BUT THIS IS MY PLOT I DO WHAT I WANT RAHHHH 🤣🤣🔥🔥 anyways i didn't know what i went with the storyline but there are a lot of depressing moments here ... i hope y'all are ok btw .. okay bye ily

'SOMETHING BAD IS 'BOUT TO HAPPEN TO ME' You thought. Your paranoia didn't help you sleep at night, the empty feeling of always being secluded from the world. Your dimension didn't have any Spider-people, and in contrast to Miles's dimension; it was harder to pick yourself up and fight for the city.

The feeling of cold sheets wrapping around your limbs, the fabric only bringing you more comfort. His smell lingered on your pillows, his jacket hanging on the back of your door. You didn't wanna leave Miles. The banging headache raised when you cried for the rest of the night, tears flowing down your cheek.

This might be pathetic, sure. But you weren't happy with the world you were born into. You missed the vibrant city of Miles's dimension, the moments you spent together to train him to become the best Spiderman of the century. You could only laugh at that thought.

Your eyes are glued onto your ceiling, the empty white color reflecting your current mind. Hell, if you could go back; you would. Your eyes close heavily, and the feeling of your hot eyelids resting on your eyes.

'I DON'T KNOW IT BUT I FEEL IT COMING.' The returning feeling of being helpless, a deep voice circulating in your mind. As much as you didn't wanna admit it, you were fragile. The Spider that bit you wasn't as ordinary as you thought. That goes without saying; Miles got bit by an unordinary spider, too. But something about that insect made it a little more special than other Spider origins.

The Spider actually talked to you. Its venom projects into your blood cells, infesting your mind and body. ''The city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs-'' If you could spray bug repellent inside of your head, you would've done it already. The echoing voice inside of your brain didn't subside even after you've covered your ears with pillows.

You were restless. Your spider suit resting on your chair. The radio your dad previously had woken you from your slumber, the screams and sounds of innocent people screaming, a cop reporting for backup.

''This is Agent- Shit! Get away- We need backup, now! Call for the nearest-'' The voice cuts off, only leaving you with the sound of a broken stereo. Out of instinct, your webs sling the radio to your hands, turning some of the knobs to get more surface of the situation.

Nothing comes out, the last person who reported to the station was that 'Agent'. You hop out of bed, took the suit, and quickly put it on. You contemplated for a while, but the sudden shiver of guilt only awoken the voice that whispered in your ear. ''The city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you, the city needs you.''

The sounds of police car's sirens echoed in the street, a building being griefed by an explosion. Big claws and bloodied cement was the scenery when you arrived. You heard a lady scream in an alleyway, and all of the police cars emptied out of people. No cop was left alive, they were all skinned out of their bodies.

''G-Get away from me!'' The lady's voice stung your Spider-sense, the sound of big feet stepping towards the lady. You were on the walls, peeking at the villain. It had a broad back, spikes decorating its spine, and green and vibrant reptile skin. You land on the floor, attaching your webs to the spikes of its back. ''You heard the lady.''

Your webs were strong enough to pull the reptile back, jumping high to let it sling behind you. A loud thud could be heard miles away, the cement of the building cracking from the giant's impact. You approach the lady, putting two hands up. ''Are you okay?''

The lady's eyes widened while looking behind you, your spider sense didn't detect the big chunk of cement that was coming your way. Your hands almost act instinctively, grabbing ahold of the cement before it crushed the two of you.

Your webs threw the brick back, crumbling on the body of the reptile. ''You should run.'' you flash a small smile of assurance to the lady, webbing the two buildings to get closer to the villain. Your eyes catch a small glimpse of a black and red suited person in the sky, spider sense tingling at the sight. Your head turns to the building where it landed, getting distracted from what was in front of you.

''Move!'' A voice echoes from the roof of the building, your head quickly turns back to the lizard, his hands almost grabbing a hold of you. A sudden bolt of lightning almost blinded you, causing your eyes to close at the brightness.

A huge hole in the sky opens, the edges of it being coated with pink, purple, and hints of green. It looked like it glitched into the sky, with strings of what looked like webs inside of it. Miles had already electrocuted the lizard for a short time, as he approached you.

''Y/N! I'm here!'' His hands wrap around your torso, feeling your warmth over your suit. ''Miles?'' Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him into a hug. ''H-how are you here? What the fuck is that?'' You ask of the hole in the sky, some of the cars and poles flying inside of it.

''Listen, we need to go.'' His hands grab yours, webbing to the closet rooftop. ''No... No! I need to see my aunt-'' Your eyes widen, his hands pulling you into the black hole. Your argument with your aunt didn't lull even after the 'talk' you both had.

''¡Dios mío, Y/N! Te lo dije una vez, dos veces, trice! Y no nos escuchaste ni a mí ni a tu mamá!'' (Oh my gosh, Y/N! I told you once, twice, thrice! And you didn't listen to me or your mom!) Your hands slam the door on your aunt, refusing to continue this talk with your aunt. You had just lost your dad, you couldn't save him from that stupid mutant that appeared right in your dad's station house. Your dad's friends whom you even considered your own; dead before your eyes, bodies laying and pierced in her stomachs. ''Do not slam that door on me, we are not done!'' Your aunt opens your door with pressure, her words poisoning the whole room. ''Tía, yo también te lo dije un millón de veces!'' (Aunt, I told you a million times too!) It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault that your dad still wanted to be the hero even when he can't. It was his fault. ''¿Cuántas veces tengo que decir esto? You can't be meddling in the policía's jobs! You killed your-'' (How many times do I have to say this?) ''Get out!'' Your webs shut your door with force, webbing the door handle closed. ''No entiendes, tía, I didn't kill Papa!'' (You don't understand, Aunt) ''You just don't understand, Y/N! Your mom is crying, the whole police is after you! They think you murdered your father! You need to stop, Y/N. You are not the 'hero' of this city!'' Your auntie bangs on your door, but your hands remain on your ears, cuddled up to your pillow.

It 'MIGHT BE SO SAD, MIGHT LEAVE MY NOSE RUNNING.' You couldn't leave your auntie, and your mom didn't stop crying, she stopped coming to her job and didn't speak to anyone else.

'I JUST HOPE SHE DON'T WANNA LEAVE ME.' Those words ring inside of Miles's head, he had already fought his battle with Miguel just to see you again, and he was willing to go through it all over again.

''Listen, your aunt will be fine! You'll be safe there!'' Miles tries to pull you in, and you let him. You take his words and put them inside of your heart. The feeling of being airborne in the galaxy takes over your senses, a huge tube leading you both into another portal. Your hands tremble inside Miles's grasp.

You both land in an elevator, a platform bringing you to up top.

His thumb rubs your skin, hoping to have calmed you down. You both fall into an elevator, Miles's hands still intertwined with yours. ''I should probably explain, huh?'' You didn't respond, your mind almost wandering away staring at the wall. ''Y/N?'' When the warmth of Mile's skin leaves yours, your head turns to him.

''Did you say something?'' ''Yeah... Did you listen?'' ''No... Sorry, could you repeat that?'' You hear Miles sigh, his hands knotted with each other to his chest. ''Well, Miguel wanted me to pick you up... Kinda.'' Your head tilts a little, and a tinge of unsureness laced Miles's words. ''Kinda?'' You ask, almost surveying him. ''Well I did kinda sneak out and asked Margo to take me to your dimension but that's not the important part!''

Miles raises his hands as if it were for defense and you laugh. ''You're so stupid.'' You nudge his shoulder. ''Why'd you take me here-'' You feel almost a big punch in your stomach as if you'd glitched out in a game. ''Woah!'' Miles panicked, rummaging through his pockets. You were surprised he had put pockets in his suit. Maybe you have to do that, sometime.

''I forgot to give you this.'' He takes your hand before you glitch out again and put on the bracelet on your wrist. Nausea stopped, feeling a little bit better from the piece of silicone around your skin. You laugh a little, seeing Miles's panicked expression even from over his mask. You took off your own mask, breathing in some air. ''So.. Why'd you take me here?''

Miles took off his, too. ''Well, I missed you, of course.'' A window appears behind you both, the land seemingly upside down. ''Woah...'' ''We're in Nueva York.'' The door opens, and Miles captures your hands in his, leading you to the upside-down hallways.

''T-there's so many...'' You didn't expect almost a hundred- maybe more Spider-people. All of them were different, some were on wheelchairs, some were riding horses, and some were incubated in a yellow-orange barrier.

After what seemed like a million light-years, you both reached a dark part of the building, a girl who seemed like she was purple waved at you two and started working back on her computer.

''Miles Morales.'' A dark voice grew out of the dark, a floating platform lowering from the sky. ''Miguel, we're back.'' ''Another outsider.'' Miguel turned to face you both, the man looked like he hadn't slept in years. You frown at his comment, he didn't know who you were.

''Miguel O'Hara, this is Y/N L/N.''

An infant webbed around the room and caught you three off-guard. ''Mayday! Good job Honey!'' A man with a baby carrier enters the room, phone pointed at the child. Mayday, cute name. You smile at the sight of a cute baby webbing freely, she'll be a good Spiderwoman when she grows up. ''Miles! I haven't seen you in so long!'' The man put his phone back in his pocket, putting two of his hands on your shoulders.

''Peter!'' ''Miles! Hey, bud! Who's this?'' Peter smiles at you, and you give him another smile back. ''I'm Y/N.'' You shook his hand, and he immediately pulled away to catch Mayday. She was climbing on Miguel, a funny sight to see. You didn't fail to see how Miguel was so... Muscular. His webs looked different, it looked like it glowed with a orange light.

You knew to not fuck with him, especially when he was the only one in the room who didn't wear a bracelet to keep him from not glitching out. ''Y/N L/N. You must know what kind of place this is, I assume?'' Miguel says, capturing Mayday in his hands. Miles looked at you, slight panic arising in his eyes.

''Uhm, I brought her here. She can help me, Hobie, and Gwen-'' ''There are enough problems that I have to deal with. Put her back, Morales.'' You didn't know who Hobie or Gwen was, but Miles mentioned that they went on missions together. That Miguel had a foul mouth, for sure.

''You've caused enough shit, Morales! The start of the spot, breaking a canon event, and even rebelling against my rules!'' Miguel webbed down to the floor and threw a bomb on the floor. Once it hit your foot, it opened up a dome.

''What the fuck-'' You try banging on the walls, the sounds outside almost being muffled from the inside. ''Miles!'' ''Enough is enough, Morales. I guess I'll have to send you both back then.'' You see Miles trying to bargain with Miguel, but Peter interrupts. ''Miguel, loosen up pal. Let them experience their puppy love in the HQ, gosh they're so cute together-'' Miguel shoots a web to Peter's mouth and put him in a dome as well.

'DON'T YOU GIVE ME UP, PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP.' These words fill your mind, still trying to get out of the barrier. Your words couldn't reach Miles as he backed up beside you, his hands on the dome. ''Miguel, for someone who's the so-called 'master' of HQ, you really don't know how to stop making the same mistake all over again.''

Miles shatters the projected dome and takes your hand to escape out of the HQ. Peter waves at you both as a goodbye, seemingly proud of Miles for what he did. ''You're a bad mentor,'' Miguel says, chasing you both. The dome fades away, and Peter takes off the web on his mouth. Peter grabs Mayday's pacifier and put it in her mouth. ''Let's go, honey!'' Peter chasing you both.

''If I would've known we'd be running from a Headmaster of an HQ full of Spider-people, I would've come prepared, Miles.'' You two web from wall to wall, knocking some people over and leaving them with a short 'sorry'.

''It's not like- Woah-! I planned this to happen!'' You laugh at his words, keeping up with his pace. ''You can't let me leave you in the dust, Miles!'' You pass Miles, but he quickly catches up. ''I won't!'' He grabs your hand and slings you on his back, sticking onto him like a koala. You both giggle a bit while making your way to Margo. ''I missed you... I missed... Us.''

You rest your head on Miles's shoulder. ''What you said earlier... Who's Hobie and Gwen?'' ''Some friends of mine.'' You smile, kissing his cheek. ''Gwen, huh?'' Miles laughs at the pout that he felt on his skin, ''HONEY, I BELONG WITH YOU AND ONLY YOU, BABE.'' Miles's words made you smile as you both land in Margo's office, seeing her work away on her computer.

''Miles. What did you do now?'' Margo didn't look back, she already knew what you both wanted. ''Send us back to my world,'' Miles says, but your eyes almost want to disagree with him. Miles notices the slight worry in your eyes, he only captures your hands in response.

You knew you'd always wanted to go to Mile's dimension and spend time with him and Mrs. Morales. ''Alright. But I can't guarantee you'll be able to go back to HQ in one piece.'' Margo stated, her spider was already ready for you both.

''Miles, why are you doing this to yourself?'' Margo asks, as you both hop on the platform, hands still in his. ''I JUST DON'T WANT HER TO LEAVE ME.'' Margo only rolls her eyes with a smile and started her machine. The spider started knitting a cocoon around you two, and your hands tighten in nervousness.

''It'll be okay. As long as you have that bracelet, we can live together forever, happily.'' Miles reassures you, tucking hair behind your ear. Miles snakes a hand around your waist and pulls you in for a kiss once the spider finished webbing.

Miguel and Peter could only stare at you both, Peter looking like he was lovestruck. Peter's hands rest on Mayday's eyes while Miguel only rubs his temples. ''Oi! No lovey-dovey in the machine!'' Margo teases before it teleports you both.

A FEW MONTHS AFTER ...

''Miles, Y/N! Dinner!'' ''Innaminute!'' Miles screams out while you two were playing on a PS4 in the living room. Lieutenant Morales watched you two, occasionally taking photos of you both. ''That's unfair!'' You laugh at Mile's whining when you threw a banana on the road, causing his character to slip.

''See 'ya! Eat my dust!'' Miles bit his lip in concentration, leaning his body on where his character would go, bumping into each other. ''Dinner is getting cold, you three!'' Mrs. Morales approaches you three in the living room, catching her husband taking a video of you two playing games.

Her head rests on his shoulder, smiling at the view. ''Amor de cachorro, eh?''(Puppy love, huh?) Mr. Morales laughs and kisses his own wife once you two finally finished the game. You jump in celebration, laughing at Miles's frown. ''I won! I thought you were the best of this game-'' Miles grabs your hand and pulls you into his lap, kissing your lips.

Once Miles's parents finished smooching Mr. Morales interrupts you both. ''Oi! No kissing in the house!'' You smile on Miles's lips before pulling away from his lap. ''I'm hungry.'' ''Let's go eat?'' ''Race 'ya there!'' ''No fair!'' ''Don't run in the house!''

Because in the day, you both are just teenagers attending school, but at night you both have duties to save the city.

woahwoah this was so long ... ‧₊˚ ⋅ fusaes 2023 do not copy

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Abandoned

Demetri x Fem!Reader

Summary: Going to Italy over spring break was not what you had in mind, but Bella said she needed you. Until she didn't anymore, leaving you in the hands of a handsome vampire, who happens to be your mate.

Warnings:

Angst

Bella and the Cullens suck. (Ha ha. I'm so funny.)

Word Count: 1500+

Requested?: Yes!

heya thanks for answering my earlier ask about requests! Could I please request a demetri x reader angsty with fluff where they meet in new moon as reader tags along with bella to help and demtri is drawn to her cause theyre mates and volturi agree to let bella go and be turned later if the reader stays and reader is hurt that edward, bella and even alice agree to it so quickly so she feels abandoned and demetri works to earn her trust and comforts her about it at a later date? (If its too much or you end up tweaking it thats okay!!) <3

A/N: What kind of Volturi fic writer would I didn't do this trope? And for once it's not Alec-centric. I love it! Also, this is gonna be a two-parter.

I hated flying with a burning passion. But Bella insisted that I go with her for emotional support. I almost snapped at her to take Jacob instead. Emotional support animals were free after all. She just needed the paperwork.

Unfortunately, I don't think a big-ass werewolf-slash-shapeshifter would go over well if they were to accidentally transform. Bella was lucky that I even had a passport. In the end, it was Alice who convinced me, definitely playing the loyalty card pretty heavily. If only I had known that loyalty was not extended to me.

Italy was beautiful, but between the sweet relief of landing, Alice stealing a car, and getting caught up in the whirlwind that was the St. Marcus festival, I had barely any time to take it all in. The city was awash with hundreds of people, their red cloaks swirling about as they danced and celebrated.

Bella was diving out the car, screaming Edward's name. I dove into the crowds to follow her, making my way through the throngs of red cloaks to find her. It didn't take long before I was hopelessly lost. What had Alice said? Edward was going to reveal himself. What exactly would happen if he did? That was one thing I had never managed to get out of Bella.

Would he just… spontaneously combust?

No. That made no sense, he never would have come to the Volturi for death if that happened.

But where was the best place to do it?

I looked around desperately before my eyes landed on the clock tower in the center of the square. There. That was the prefect place. I pushed through the crowds, yelling Bella's name at the top of my lungs.

Demetri

"BELLA!"

He turned at the sound, and his dead heart seemed to beat for just a moment. Her voice sounded like heaven. Demetri scanned the square, eyes searching, desperate with hope that maybe, just maybe, she might be who he thought she was.

"Bella!'

It was closer this time, and through a break in the crowds he saw her. Time seemed to slow down as he took in the sight of her. She was by the clock tower, her chest rising and falling with the effort to breathe, as if she had just run a long distance. And given the beads of sweat along her brow and the trickles that dripped down her tantalizing neck, she had.

She was stunning. Beautiful. And more than everything that he had ever hoped for.

The other girl in front of him, Bella, turned around in both alarm and relief.

"Bella," Edward said softly. "Relax. He won't harm her."

"Demetri?" Felix asked, voice heavy with confusion.

"Stay with our… guests, Felix."

Demetri was next to the girl in the blink of an eye, stepping into her line of sight a moment later. She jerked back in alarm before making eye contact with him. And it happened. His whole world seemed to turn upside down. He grinned. She was his.

"Hello, principessa." He lifted her warm hands to his cold lips, enjoying the subtle taste of her skin. "I am Demetri. I will escort you to your friends. If you will follow me."

She raised a disbelieving brow at him, taking him in before landing on his eyes. She gulped a little and nodded her head. He held out his arm for her to take, and after a moments hesitation, she did so.

Upon arriving at the alleyway in which the others stood, his mate let go and hugged Bella tightly.

"You're alright." She breathed, her perfect voice hushed.

"I'm alright, Y/N."

"Good to have you back." It was Jane. "Aro has been wondering what has been taking so long. Let us continue."

He put a hand on his mates back, urging her forward silently.

Demetri found that he no longer cared what would happen with Cullen and his human, not so long as his mate stayed.

I was a moron.

Despite the seriously fucked up and dangerous situation that Bella had somehow pulled me into, I couldn’t help but blush as I felt this stranger's hand on my lower back.

'Demetri. His name is Demetri, Y/N.'

The gesture felt oddly warm and comforting. He felt oddly warm and comforting.

And I liked it. But also I didn't like it. He was making me feel all funny and I honestly didn't know what to do about it.

I glanced back at him, only to find him already looking at me, something akin to wonder in his eyes. He gave me a small smile and I turned back around, blushing harder. I liked that smile. A lot. I shook my head, following behind Edward and Bella, doing my best to not trip.

I had bigger things to worry about. Such as getting out of this situation alive. Alice had neglected to tell me much of anything, and I had only caught snippets of her conversation with Bella on the plane. All I knew was that the Volturi laid down the law, and they were not to be fucked with. I suddenly wished I had paid more attention instead of worrying about the death trap that was called a plane.

I grabbed Alice's hand, my anxiety spiking. She gave my hand a small squeeze, sending me another smile. But something was off. She wouldn't look me in the eye. In fact I couldn't recall her looking me in the eye since we had boarded the plane to Italy. And outside of his initial surprise to see me, neither had Edward. I frowned at the sudden realization, slowing down a moment and pulling my hand from hers. Demetri slowed down as well, gently pressing on my back for me to continue, but I stayed rooted in the spot.

"What are you hiding?" My voice cracked. "What did you see?"

Alice looked back at me, surprised.

"Now is not the time, Y/N." Demetri's lips brushed against my ear.

I really liked the way he said my name.

"Indeed." Jane turned around, her face blank.

Demetri tensed, angling himself so that I was out of Jane's eyesight.

"Do not worry, Demetri. I have no intent to harm your mate... As long as she keeps up."

She was so blasé about the whole thing that it took a minute for me to register what she said. Mate? I had a mate? Mates were a thing?

Demetri hissed at her and everyone edged away from the two of them, looking at Demetri as if he were a dead man. Jane just smiled.

"Let us continue. Demetri, do keep your human in line."

I wondered if my brain had just stopped working at that point because I would have normally said something back, but I couldn't bring myself to do much of anything. Demetri turned back around, looking at me as one would a spooked animal. And I was pretty close to a spooked animal. I was starting to hyperventilate, and I definitely wanted to run, but I couldn't get my legs to work.

"Y/N." He reached out, clasping both of my arms lightly. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to find out this way, but we really must keep going."

I nodded, numb. Alice knew. How long had she known? And Edward hadn't bothered to say a damn thing to me either. Why? They couldn't bother to prepare me for this? I have a fucking mate. That's not something you can just shove under the rug. And Jane. Fucking Jane-

Demetri's hand slid into my own, the coolness of his skin breaking me out of my haze just enough to keep moving forward. I could feel myself beginning to shut down and disassociate, auto-pilot taking over. I could feel his thumb rubbing circles softly on the palm of my hand and decided to focus on that instead.

Jane pushed the heavy double doors in front of us open.

My brain refused to shut off, memories of the last 24 hours replaying repeatedly in my head.

Bella had been released under two conditions:

She was to be turned within the year.

I was to stay here, to be with my mate.

I didn't have a choice, not that it really mattered, because I would have given myself up in a heartbeat for Bella. But they had taken the deal with barely a thought. Even Bella. That's when I realized that she knew. She had known the whole time. And Alice. I kept thinking about how she had worked so hard to convince me to come. To be Bella's emotional support. I wasn't there to be her emotional support. I was there to be traded, like some dog. And it hurt.

I had lost everything.

My friends. My home. My family.

I would never see my mother again. My father had passed a little over a year ago to cancer, so my mother and I were already in the practice of mourning. But my mom, not only had she lost my dad, but now she would think I was dead too. How would she cope?

How was I going to cope? How could I ever trust anyone again? Bella and the Cullens had taken advantage of me. Of my love. My loyalty.

I wouldn't let it happen again. Never.

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Devil's Snare Part. 10

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Description: Following Blood and Cheese, Aemond's wife is beset by nightmares, which only his presence can soothe. Y/N fears that her anxieties and trauma will make it difficult for her husband to love her as he did. Aemond reassures her that loving her is the easiest thing he has ever done.

Features Aemond having the conversation I think he should have been allowed to have with Helaena following B&C in the show, and being a loving uncle to Jahaera.

Previous part Dividers by @zaldritzosrose

Writer's note: Sorry if the last part was too angsty and if I diverged too far from the fluffy tone of this story. I have put myself in fanfic jail 😬. This part leans on the fluffier side, so hopefully that makes up for it and rest assured they'll get a happy ending.

Warnings: depictions of ptsd, panic attacks and nightmares, mostly hurt/comfort and fluff. Some sexual content but no smut. Canon divergent. Female reader.

Aemond entered his sister's quarters with a heavy heart, his head downturned. He was almost surprised she'd admitted him at all. It pained him to observe the despair that was plain to see on her face as she clutched at a silken shroud embroidered intricately by her hand.

He spoke as softly as he could, feeling he needed to treat her as delicately as possible, his own voice thick with emotion.

"Sister. I wanted to check on you...and to apologise. Though I know there is no apology I could give that would be sufficient for my part in your suffering."

Helaenas expression looked distant, as if she were looking through him rather than at him.

"Was it worth it? Enacting your vengeance against Lucerys. Was it worth the price?"

There was no anger in her voice, but her question struck Aemond like a blow just the same.

"No, sweet sister. It was not. I loved my nephew dearly and despise myself for my part in his loss. If I could take it back I would."

Helaena nodded, though she would not look at him now. Perhaps she could not bear to.

"I forgive you." Aemond gawped at her, unable to believe that was possible. He knew his sister did not much like to be touched, so although he wished to embrace her, he refrained. Instead, he raised his hand to trace the golden threads of a dragon she'd embroidered.

"This is for my son." His heart clenched at the love evident in her voice. A mother's love.

"It is beautiful, sister."

After leaving Helaena's chambers, Aemond headed for the council chamber, which he knew would soon be in session. The tension was palpable as he entered and he noted a strange expression he couldn't place on his mother's features as she held out a piece of parchment. A letter he could see as he came closer.

"Who is the missive from, mother?"

Whoever it was from, it had clearly had a profound effect on the council who were bickering over each other.

"Rhaenyra. She sent a raven to denounce the murder of Jahaerys. According to the princess, it is the work of Daemon acting on his own. She claims he pursues his own claim now at Harrenhal."

Aemond raised an eyebrow. That had been the last thing he'd been expecting.

"And do you think she speaks true?"

"It is difficult for me to be sure when I cannot see the truth or the lie in her eyes."

Aemond nodded simply. The events of the previous night had turned everything he thought he had known on its head, including this war. Before, he had been resigned to fighting for Aegon's claim out of loyalty to his family. Now, when he saw the true price of this internecine conflict, he wished only to resolve it as quickly and with as little bloodshed as possible. If his sister had not sent the assassins, and she was insistent that the Red Keep should know this, then perhaps there was still hope for peace between them...

Several days passed before Y/N felt able to leave Aemond's chambers, being the only place she could feel any sense of security. But it was not long before Y/N felt compelled to go to Helaena, to comfort her friend who was more like a sister. From then on, Y/N would venture out only to take her meals with Helaena and Aemond, always wishing to be installed in Aemond's chambers before night fell, when the nightmares would set in. She would often wake in the night, sweat causing her hair to stick to the nape of her neck, and tears streaking her cheeks. But Aemond was always there to hold her and soothe her cries, to tell her that she was safe and no one would harm her again. She found comfort in his arms and in his words, though she could not fully believe them.

Even in the daylight hours, Y/N felt that she was standing on a precipice from which she could fall at any moment. The slightest thing could cause her to relive the horror of Jahaerys' death; a loud noise, the presence of someone unexpected in the chambers she shared with Aemond. Even the colour red sent visions swimming before her eyes.

Breakfasting with Aemond in the morning room overlooking the garden, Y/N had felt a rare moment of calm and tranquility. The sun was shining brightly in the sky, casting the garden in a soft glow and warming Y/N's skin pleasantly. Helaena did not feel up to joining them, and Y/N had just determined to check in on the princess before a handmaiden carried in a tray of berry tarts, placing them before her. And all Y/N could focus on was the red juices of the berries oozing out of the pastry, dark enough to resemble blood. Then she could not see the pastries at all, just images of gore she could not shake though she shut her eyes tightly and began to take deep breaths which quickly turned frantic. Warm hands suddenly gripped hers, and her eyes snapped open to the sight of Aemond kneeling before her, staring intently into her face with deepest concern. Following the direction of her eyeline as she once again focused on the berry tarts, she heard him order the handmaiden to remove them, though it felt as if she were trying to hear him through water. Turning back towards her, Aemond gently took hold of her elbows to pull her up and guide her from the room, out into the garden. Now that she could no longer see the suspicious red substance, Y/N felt her mind begin to calm, aided by the fresh and fragrant air of the garden.

"You are safe, my love. Can you hear the birdsong? Smell the perfume of the rose bush? You are in the garden with me. See?"

Plucking a pink rose from a nearby bushel, Aemond tenderly tucked it in her hair by her ear, before stroking his knuckles along her cheekbone.

As the soft petals tickled Y/N's ear, grounding her, she felt the tension release from her taut muscles, which had been poised to bolt. Though embarrassment quickly replaced fear at causing such a scene over an innocent plate of pastries. Glancing back at the morning room from where they'd come, she caught the eye of a handmaiden, eyes wide in shock at her reaction. Y/N quickly turned away and buried her face in Aemond's chest.

In an effort to keep her mind preoccupied and to avoid spiralling so publicly again, Y/N filled her days with embroidering dresses and garments for Jahaera that she thought might please Helaena, picking and unpicking her stitching until she was satisfied. She had always had a talent for needlepoint, and the precision required kept her mind focused. Aemond quickly took note of her habits and would wordlessly bring her new fabrics in the most elegant and luxurious materials, along with thread in every colour. She particularly delighted in a silver thread that appeared metallic when it caught the light. Y/N had smiled to find one of Aemond's own eye patches, the strap untethered, strewn across his desk in an effort to look like it had been carelessly thrown aside. Y/N had a keen suspicion that he'd left it for her to mend, just as she'd mended his eyepatch and presented it to him when they'd first met. It had been his preference to wear the one she'd mended ever since. It had pleased her to mend it for him, a welcome distraction, ensuring that the stitches were so close together it hardly looked like it had needed mending in the first place. Her heart was warmed to see Aemond wearing the same eyepatch the very next day.

While the days had grown easier as Y/N had found ways to distract herself and took comfort in the company of Helaena and little Jahaera, Y/N still found herself beset by nightmares that she could not seem to shake.

Y/N awoke from yet another nightmare with a start, panting heavily and looking around frantically trying to make out her surroundings. "It's alright, your alright. It was only a dream." The familiar tenor of Aemond's voice pulled her from the brink of her terror and she became fully aware of his hands stroking her face softly, as he whispered words of comfort to her. Pressing her face into his shoulder, she breathed in his scent, at once comforting and familiar, as he gathered her into his arms.

"Do you wish to tell me..."

"No" Y/N interrupted quickly. She did not wish to speak of the horrors that plagued her at night. If she voiced them, they would only feel more real.

Aemond wordlessly stroked her hair as she lay on his chest, but after a few moments she murmured against him "I'm sorry."

Aemond gently pulled her away from him so he could see her face.

"Whatever could you have to apologise for? You have done nothing wrong, my love."

Y/N rolled away from him, staring up at the ceiling. She felt the bed shift as Aemond shifted onto his side to face her, pressing a hand to her cheek to direct her gaze to him.

"Please tell me, my darling. I cannot help you if you won't speak to me."

Y/n let her eyes flutter closed, finding it difficult to put words to what she was feeling under Aemond's perpetually direct stare. The warmth of his hand against her cheek gave her the strength to continue.

"I can't seem to shake my fear, it is constant and haunts my steps no matter how I fill my days. And at night the shadows and silence conspire together to grant me nightmares every time I close my eyes. I cannot but feel I must be a burden to you now, always having to comfort me and wake to me screaming. What was it this time?"

At the feel of Aemond's lips on her forehead she opened her eyes, distressed to see her husband's own despair reflected in his eye.

"My name. You just kept shouting for me."

Y/N groaned in embarrassment, hiding her face in her hands, though Aemond only prised them away, holding them to his heart so she couldn't hide from him again.

"You have no reason to be embarrassed. I mostly dream of you anyway so I'm certain I say your name in my sleep often enough."

His mouth quirked up in the ghost of a smile, but Y/N couldn't find it within herself to laugh, overwhelmed by her exhaustion and feelings of shame. Aemond's face fell at her expression, though it was quickly replaced by a look of determination.

"I won't allow you to reprimand yourself for something entirely out of your control. And if you must bear hardship, I would bear it with you. You could never be a burden to me. Loving you is not a hardship, it is the easiest thing I have ever done."

Y/N rolled fully onto her side to face Aemond, shuffling closer to him.

"I don't know how long it will take for me to feel OK again, to not jolt in terror every time someone enters the room. I doubt this is what you imagined for yourself when you fell in love."

Aemond placed a hand against her waist, his expression suddenly very serious.

"Listen to me now. My whole life before you had been filled with darkness, a shadow cast over me ever since my eye was taken. But suddenly, there was you, unexpectedly, miraculously, a guiding light. It was not quite love at first sight. But you sparked my curiosity, which then grew into a quiet admiration as you saw me as a someone who could be good, who could be a protector. You were so shy, so timid, I remember you could barely speak to me at first. Yet you were so kind, so thoughtful...and then you blushed. I saw it and I knew I wanted to see it for the rest of my life. Before I knew it you had sunk so deep into my bones, into my very soul, you became essential to me, inspiring a love so fierce it is more than love. I believe that you were always meant to be mine, and I yours. We simply had to find one another."

Y/N blinked away the tears that had welled up as Aemond spoke, his words like a balm for her soul. Cupping her hands on either side of his face, she pressed their foreheads together.

"I cannot make great speeches or declarations of love. Nothing to compare with such beautiful words. But I can tell you that there has always been good in you Aemond, perhaps more than most for it is there in spite of the all the pain and grief you have had to carry with you. When I feared a tyrant you were gentle and patient. When you saw my distressed at a mere spider, you did not hesitate to step in even though you were a prince and I only a handmaiden. It might have seemed only a small act of kindness to you but from that moment onwards I saw the goodness in you and I loved you for it. My heart is so full of love for you that I think I had better call it yours than mine." 

Aemond pulled away enough so that he could place a tender kiss upon her brow, cupping the back of her head and pulling her back to rest against his chest.

"I love you, my heart. Never doubt it again."

Y/N nuzzled her face contentedly into Aemond's shoulder. "I will not." While Y/N didn't think that her nightmares would suddenly dissappear, she had hope that in time they would. And until they did, she knew Aemond would always be there to pull her from them and calm her fears.

Aemond began to stroke his fingers through her hair, untangling the mess she'd inadvertently created with her tossing and turning. It was soothing and under his gentle touch she felt her eyes turning heavy. Aemond's voice sounded distant as her tiredness overcame her.

"Sleep, little one. I'll take up my sword and fend off the bad dreams should they come again." She smiled at her husband's playful jest, having missed such light-hearted interactions between them, then quickly succumbed to sleep.

Y/N looked up from the dress she'd been adding lace cuffs to at Jahaera's request as Aemond entered their chambers, an energy and excitement lighting his features she had not seen for what felt like an eternity.

"I have a gift for you, my darling. I do not know that you will like it but I hope you will."

Intrigued and feeling a spark of excitement to match her husband's, Y/N rose to meet Aemond, where he was setting a long and thin metal box on a side table. Coming to stand by him, she looked over his shoulder curiously, though the box gave nothing away.

"What is it?"

Aemond smiled softly at her, motioning towards the box.

"Take a look."

Y/n stepped forward to trail her fingers over the box, carefully removing the lid to find an ornate dagger with an opalescent handle that appeared to be shaped like a dragon. She gazed in awe at the eye of the dragon, which was inlaid with a small glittering sapphire.

The blade was undoubtedly beautiful, but she wasn't entirely sure what Aemond intended her to do with it. Her confusion must have shown on her face, for Aemond quickly took up the blade, balancing it on one hand and then twirling it between his fingers so fast she almost lost sight of it.

"This dagger is light, almost weightless and easily handled. I do not ever intend to leave you unprotected again, but I had hoped it might make you feel safer when I cannot be with you. The sapphire is cut from the same one I bear, so you can always feel that I am with you in some way." He seemed suddenly sheepish, younger somehow, as if worried he'd overstepped or that she did not like his gift.

Y/N quickly moved to assuage his concern, smiling brightly up at him.

"It's beautiful, Aemond. Will you show me how to use it?"

Aemond gifted her with a broad smile of his own at the positive reaction to his gift.

"Of course, my love. Though be careful, the blade is sharp."

Moving around her so he was positioned behind her, he took hold of her hand to carefully position the dagger in hers. Shifting closer so she could feel his breath against her cheek, he placed his hand over the top of hers.

"You grip the handle like this and weild it like so..."

He brought her hand up in several different arcs that Y/N found difficult to follow as she was more focused on his proximity and his arm around her, findjng herself simply looking at him over her shoulder. Aemond seemed to notice her distraction, averting his gaze from the dagger to her face, more specifically her lips. He loosened his grip, stroking her hand and the length of her arm. Y/N felt that each day was becoming easier for her, her nightmares becoming less frequent and she almost felt as if she had returned to her past self. But she had noticed that while Aemond was most attentive to her, always supportive and more than willing to comfort her in her darker moments, his touches were always chaste and he no longer looked at her with the same desire he once had. But the way he was looking at her now, she thought he might crave her touch as she much as she did his, and she slowly tilted her head to brush her lips against his. A loud knock interrupted her train of thought and she shrieked as her grip loosened and she dropped the dagger. Aemond quickly dove to catch it before she could accidentally stab herself, turning to the young squire opening the door with a stormy look, teeth gritted in annoyance.

"What?"

"The king requests your presence, my Prince." The squire shuffled about nervously under Aemond's glare. Turning back to her, Aemond brought her hand to his lips before following the boy from the room. Y/N couldn't help but feel a little deflated.

Y/N had read the same page at least thrice, as she kept peeking over the top to stare at her husband as he removed his tunic and shirt to prepare for bed. She felt her cheeks blaze as he caught her gaze, never fully having lost her natural shyness. Aemond only looked concerned, hurrying over to her to press a hand to her forehead as if checking for a fever. "Are you well, my love? You look a little flushed." Y/N only sighed in frustration, standing and placing her book on a table so Aemond's arm dropped back to his side, a look of hurt crossing his features.

"Do you not want me to touch you?"

"Not like that." Y/N murmured barely above a whisper. Though of course he heard her all the same, his eyebrows pulling together in confusion

"I don't understand."

And before she could stop them, words came tumbling out. All of her fears and her anxieties spilling forth as if they could no longer be contained.

"Like you need to fix me. You only touch me to check my temperature or hold me when I wake in the night from my nightmares. You never kiss me anymore, and you act as if the slightest touch will break me. Do you not want me anymore? In the way a husband desires his wife."

Aemond's eye was wide, his mouth parted open in surprise at her outburst, which almost made her feel ashamed. But she could no longer keep her feelings secret to spare his. He took a step towards her, then another, approaching her slowly, carefully.

"I did not know that my advances would be welcome. Not after all that has happened, all I have done and all of the pain I have caused you. Do not mistake my caution for a lack of desire."

Coming to a stop in front of her, Aemond cupped her face between his hands. And then she saw it. The glint of longing in his eye that matched her own.

"It was torture thinking you would never forgive me, never love me again. And when you did I was terrified one mistep would cause you to change your mind or that it would distress you. I was thinking of you and you alone, my dearest love." And after a moment of silence, he smiled down at her, a tinge of vulnerability visible that had too oft been concealed with a marked guardedness. "Of course I want you."

"I want you too." Y/N sighed, a shudder going through her as Aemond began to trace his fingers up her arm, painfully slowly, his touch feather light.

"Good".

And then he was kissing her wildly, fervently, everywhere he could reach. Her jaw, her throat, her collarbone, continuously returning to her lips, all the while gently pushing them backwards towards the bed. When she felt the backs of her knees hit the frame, he pressed her down onto the sheets before climbing on top of her, mindful of his weight. Y/n gasped as he pressed his lips to the top of her breasts at the neckline of her dress, all the while reaching a hand down to drag her skirt up to her hips. his touch wasn't soft now but almost frantic, his kisses harder each time as he pressed his lips to hers with a fierce intensity. He whispered quickly to her in high valyrian, and she had a vague notion that he was calling her beautiful, telling her that he loved her.

Pulling away suddenly, their heavy breaths mingling together under their proximity, Aemond looked into her eyes with a strange mixture of seriousness and need. "How much do you like this dress? I can be careful if you wish it." By the way his fingers were trailing over the fabric, as if he were itching to remove the last few layers that separated them, Y/N already knew Aemond's preference.

"It's not one of my favourites."

Aemond needed no more encouragement, gripping the fabric bunched up at her waist in both hands he ripped it clean in half, the sound making Y/N blush as he pushed the torn remnants aside to leave her in just her slip and corset.

"I will have another made for you that you prefer."

Y/N giggled, pulling the the eye patch from her husband's face as Aemond returned his lips to trail down her throat, hitching one of her legs around his torso and trailing his hand up the sensitive skin on the back of her thigh.

"I will hold you to it." Y/N teased, running her hands through Aemond's hair and down his back as he hummed appreciatively.

Aemond paused for a moment, his face buried in the crook of her neck and his voice came out in a whisper.

"I love you."

Y/N wrapped her arms around Aemond's neck, holding him to her and stroking his hair. "And I love you "

Aemond raised his head to mould their lips together again, Y/N arching into him to deepen the kiss, feeling that no more words were necessary. They belonged with one another and if Y/N could wish for anything it was that they would never be parted again. 

Y/N felt her heart swell at the sight of her husband playing with his niece Jahaera. Helaena seemed unconcerned as Aemond threw her daughter up into the air, the little girl giggling in delight, and caught her up in his arms, only continuing to work on her beetle embroidery.

"Time for bed little niece. The hour grows late."

Jahaera pouted stubbornly, causing Aemond's lips to quirk up in amusement.

"I'm not tired. I don't want to sleep."

"Before long only the owls will still be awake. You must go to sleep now little love. Unless I'm wrong and you are an owl I've mistaken for my niece?"

Jahaera laughed at her uncle, though she allowed him to scoop her up and carry her over to her cot.

As Y/N watched Aemond's affectionate interactions with Jahaera, she thought he would make a loving father one day. She hoped he'd agree as judging by the lateness of her blood that month she might have to test her theory sooner rather than later.

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masterlist. / taglist. / any request? synopsis. you come around and make Toji so tempted, no matter what broad he's bagging all he can think about is you: his fucking nanny .

─── ☆ notes. number one dilf toji defender here, i’m in my Anderson Paak phase as well as i’ve sadly (i know im disappointed too) fallen for a man to the point where this boy has invaded my DREAMS y’all…this is embarrassing and this fic is me coping with having an actual crush so i give you full permission to call me a simp over this .

─── ☆ length. 2.6k (23 mins) .

─── ☆ genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, nanny au, dilf!toji, angsty start, fluff, minor character death, hints of depression, hookups, pining, black coded reader, you got brotha STARVING, megumi and tsumiki are toddlers in this, someone give toji a hug, vent-fic, hurt/comfort, age gap, height difference, it's always Gojo’ fault, masturbation, jealousy | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍

Toji would say that after becoming a parent, he could read body language pretty well. Maybe it was just part of being a single parent and having to detect when your toddlers were sprouting nonsense just to stay up later knowing it was bedtime. 

From the times he believed that his little Megumi was being the perfect angel and finally grew out of his tantrum phase. 

Only to turn his back and realize that he had used craft scissors to chop a chunk out of Tsumiki’s hair and was playing nice to soften his punishment, to school beatdowns and playing dumb, Toji had decided he was just a master at decoding anyone’s bullshit.

Everyone except for his own that is.

Being a single parent came with its perks, Toji loved his two little demons, and it sort of helped that Tsumiki made the most of her mother's common sense.

But dealing with his ex-wife's abrupt death, being sprung into the life of lone fatherhood, and being a successful businessman were starting to take their toll on him.

His friends were not much help. Sure, Gojo did all he could to be seen as the cool uncle, but leaving his two hyper children with a man that refused to say no to anything that they asked was like signing his children up for their possible deaths.

Geto wasn’t much better, having his own marriage and kids. You would think that the father would grow to have a bit more compassion for the children's safety. Yet every time Tsumiki and Megumi visited their brass uncle, they would always come home with new scars sprouting about how they were practicing wrestling moves with their cousins for the last ice pop.

Waking up to something different, never being able to just fill in the gaps with a routine was starting to become a bit stressful. 

Not to mention going to work and having to push himself to his limits, knowing that just because he was friends and business partners with Nanami didn't mean he'd be lenient with him. 

All paired with the weight of some bold secretary that he had a one-night stand and never got the clue that every time he would brush her off for paperwork didn't mean he was singling her to cling onto him more. It was bad business hooking up with one of his employees Toji knows.

If anything, the woman had taken him at just the right opportunity when he was at the lowest moment of his life. Right after his wife's death, he had fallen behind on just about everything to the point where he would lean into any sense of comfort that reminded him of that faded memory he wanted to keep dear to his heart. 

So there he was after hours with a woman's thigh over his shoulder moaning out his name as if it were a prayer, and he had realized that right after it was all a mistake, which was kind of a shitty thing to note as she was standing right in front of him pulling up her panties. 

He just can't do it again, out of respect for her but also for himself. The last thing he wanted to do was entangle himself in another situation that would take more time away from his kids.

Not that he considered the woman to be pestering, but he wasn't a teenager anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was handle his stress by sticking his dick in the first woman he considered attractive, all because he had trouble bottling up all his emotions.

Toji's hatred for all the lingering eyes in the office—sure, Toji thought himself handsome—the proof was the number of relationships he had in his younger days.

There was something wrong with people finding him attractive and wanting something from him when he genuinely felt like his entire world would collapse on top of him if he stopped moving. 

As if he stopped overworking himself that he would be like one of those sharks that had to keep swimming or else they would fucking die. It was ironic how stupidly afraid Toji was at the thought of leaving his children alone in the world with both of their parents gone.

It was fear, having that parental fear for something every waking morning worrying every second that something could happen to children all because he could notice one little thing or he hadn't paid enough attention. 

Sure, he was being a hovering parent—call it what you want—but Toji would rather be that than a father who would spend his free time sleeping around with several different women. Never wanting to have to explain to his children that none of the women he slept with could compare to the relationship he had with their mother.

So he didn't. No more attachments. No more romantic anything, let alone bringing a woman home.

It was the secretary's fault. She was a beautiful woman with long hair and a cute, petite figure, and she allowed him to fold in any position that he wanted against his desk.

All that just makes Toji feel more guilty, or more worried, as if this choppy relationship that he had with this poor woman, whose name he would always forget yet who would practically scream out his, would just blow up in his face.

What if she wanted something more serious?

What if Nanami found out that he was banging one of the employees?

What if he got fired because he couldn't keep it in his pants?

What if he lost his main source of income and couldn't provide for his kids anymore?

All of those worries were just added stress, crowding his plate until he couldn't carry it anymore, and after a few years of bottling it all up until he couldn't anymore, he finally decided to reach out for help. 

Little by little, of course, he would actually tell his friends how he felt when they asked, spend more time letting Megumi and Tsumiki be actual kids, letting them hang out with their friends, and worry just a bit less whenever they would visit their younger cousins at Geto’s place. 

He had even accepted Gojo’s idea of hiring a babysitter, but of course, the blonde’s intentions for such an offer were dual-minded. 

Thriving on about how he should hire some smoking hot lady, to have some eye candy around the house to fuel some busting fantasies to break his dry spell. 

Toji was quick to dismiss that idea for a variety of reasons, one of which was that he had hired you. You were a clumsy young girl who just needed a side hustle to pay for some of your college classes, accepting his twenty-dollar an hour ad despite the fact that it was the lowest pay sandwiched between the obviously more wealthy families looking for someone to look after their kids so they didn't have to on the boogie nanny seeking website. 

At first, the idea of leaving his children alone with you was a terrifying thought. The impression that you gave him during the interview was more than enough to fuel his worries after seeing you stumble out of your car and get your jacket in the car door, dense to the point where you had face-planted into his back during the house tour, too busy gawking at the many bathrooms to pay attention to where you were supposed to be walking. 

Your genuinely bubbly personality around the children is what saved you from going broke. Sure,  you were a little naive when it came to some of the things that you lied about on your resume, but the thing that Toji liked about you was that you just seemed to handle yourself so well despite not knowing at all what you were doing. If anything, he admired how you had managed to keep yourself alive despite running through life so differently than he would.

You were quick to gain his trust, in fact, quicker than anyone has ever in his entire life. He felt his feelings were mostly biased given that his kids had practically attached themselves to you throughout the months of being their nanny. 

It was only natural for them to grow so close to you with how much Toji had to work, but what Toji hadn't expected was for you two to form some sort of friendship as well.

It started off pretty odd, with Toji coming home to find you have the kids tucked in for the night and spread out on his living room couch watching so many movies on his HBO Max account that he forgot he even had. 

You were a pretty chatty person, and he had learned to notice how you could go from being so silent that he would forget you were even there to the point of talking about anything within your wide range of interests that Toji had never heard of.

In all honesty, Toji loved that about you—how you could introduce him to new things that he hadn't gotten around to understanding all because he was too busy being a workaholic.

His new favorite part about coming home was just to talk to you, or at least listen to your rant about some silly little show, or make him listen to one of the new songs you had become obsessed with.

And before he had known it, Toji actually felt warmth in his household again, all because of some kind-hearted nanny who had managed to break down all of his walls.

It was almost strange how someone so opposite to him, someone so minor, could have managed to make his life change for the better.

And then it got a little bit more strange. 

Life had been going so well for him that sometimes those days would just blend together. There would be times at work when he had wished for his entire office building to crumble to dust just so he could get out of work early for the day, but even after those shifts, he would come home to you, and suddenly that swallowing dark hole in his chest would actually start to feel whole again.

He had just gotten so used to using you as his personal happiness dispenser that when you managed to wiggle into his life more and more, he even introduced you to his main group of friends. His mood was ruined when he saw Gojo's eyes practically glow at the sight of you during Tsumiki's birthday party. 

Toji hadn't understood why it had bothered him so much, seeing his best friend become too chummy with you.

If anything, knowing Gojo’s history of charming the pants off of any attractive woman, he could have prepared him enough to know that you too would soon enough fall victim to at least one of his friends, but there was just something so uncomfortable about hearing Gojo drown you in compliments.

It was as if something had clicked, and suddenly you weren't just the full-time nanny anymore, but the beautiful young woman that he had suddenly noticed was so pretty, and that alone made Toji feel like such a fucking creep. 

Maybe it was because you were closer to his children's age than his or the fact that every time you would change your hair every other month, he would imagine his hands tangled in your braids, how he would think about holding the locs away from your face to get a better view of you between his legs. 

It was all so fucked, your now normal image of him all screwed over all because of Gojo and his ability to turn anything sexual. Toji had felt just a little better pinning the blame on someone else, thinking that maybe it would ease his guilt for getting so hard thinking about you late at night.

You would be just downstairs asleep in the living while he laid down on the other side of the house in the comfort of his four walls, pressing his face into his pillows with an erection hard enough that he was convinced it was harder than bricks. 

For the first time in a while, it wasn't anything work-related taking up all of his attention, but instead the fucking nanny he hired. The pretty nanny who was in college, who was closer to his children's age than his, the nanny with the glossed lips that he had to hold back from wanting to taste which flavor it was she was wearing now. 

His lovely nanny, whom he wished to strip naked piece by piece to pay close attention to every dip and curve in her figure. He wanted you naked as the day you were born, spread across his mattress, lips parting only to say his name and his name only. 

It was a dangerous thought, one that often led to Toji revealing himself with a rabbit hole of thoughts about you in any situation his mind could imagine.

It was even more crude—wrapping his hand around his dick and thrusting his hips up into his hand, thinking about the same woman who was just a staircase away, masturbating as if he were a teenage boy and not a man with two kids asleep in just the room across the hall.

He blamed everything on Gojo, it was all his fault that you have suddenly seemed so fucking unforgettable. How could you suddenly be all he could think about with all his sanity thrown out the window for some nanny?

His pretty nanny.

You were so beautiful, with full lips, a dark complexion, and brown eyes that managed to look so appealing despite being so boring. Your expressions make you so easy to read. 

The way your brows would pull together whenever you were confused, how the ends of your lips would quirk with every joke, how your personality managed to be so welcoming.

You stood tall, your head just below his shoulder, average height but so short in comparison to his towering figure.

How bad Toji just wanted to scoop you up into his arms and bury his face into your neck, the same neck where he wanted to leave as many marks as he possibly could against your brown skin.

The thought doesn't help Toji’s aching dick at all. How bad he wants to suck little marks into your soft flesh, leaving dark little marks wherever he can against your body.

It was a possessive thought, having you covered in his teeth marks and love bites, waiting for the next guy to dare to even make a move on you. 

He wonders how soft your thighs feel and how nice they would feel wrapped around his waist. He lets his hand do the majority of the work, his fingers rough around his length, causing a groan from the friction. 

Toji’s fantasies about you play out quite beautifully in his mind, so perfectly, in fact, that he struggles to keep himself silent. 

Which was a new thing for him given that Toji wasn’t usually very vocal during sex, not even the best blowjob that he had ever gotten would he give anything but a few grunts yet there he was fisting into his fist to keep himself from whimpering out so pathetically. 

Humping his hand to the point where he had to cover his own mouth, he finished all over himself, strings of cum shooting all over his chest to his shirt. He was too caught up in his own bliss to care about the sad mess he created. 

Toji thought you were beautiful. He thought you were so perfect to the point where even the simple thought of you made him so happy.

You, his nanny, were the realization that settled in his mind after his high. 

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☆ safe haven ☆

Terzo (Papa Emeritus III) x GN Reader

summary: Maybe it was a bit silly but that song had always brought you comfort and every time you felt like the world around you was just too much, you listened to it on repeat until everything seemed better again.

content: 1k words, mild angst, hurt/comfort, romance, fluff, SFW

This fic was heavily inspired by @lilspacewolfie's fic You Will Never Walk Alone. That fic is honestly amazing. ❤️ Also, I wanted to write more about Terzo and something a bit angsty but comforting. Hope you like this!

The storm was raging outside, the roaring of thunder accompanied by heavy rain, the lightning holding its own show and you were wrapped tightly in a blanket in your bed when Terzo came back to your shared quarters. You heart was hammering in your chest and your eyes were squeezed shut, fists grabbing the blanket like your life depended on it.

You could hear Terzo speaking but your terrified mind couldn’t make out anything sensible of the words. Soon you felt the bed give out slightly behind you and then an arm wrapped around you as Terzo pressed his body firmly against yours and let out a long sigh. You knew he would want to help you but there really wasn’t much he could do, other than just be there. And it was enough for you.

Quiet humming reached your ears after a while and you tried to focus on it, block out the sound of the storm. Terzo managed to move the blanket a bit so that he could bury his face into the crook of your neck, continuing humming a song that sounded so familiar. A tiny smile made its way onto your lips and your hold of the blanket loosened a bit but you didn’t still dare to open your eyes or move the blanket aside.

It helped to have Terzo there, even though you couldn’t really function until the storm would be over. Terzo’s hold of you tightened as you got startled by the loud rumble of the thunder and flashes of lightning. He stopped humming for a moment to whisper some comforting words against your skin and you shivered, his warm breath and lips lightly tickling you. Then he continued humming but placed some little kisses every once in a while to your neck and you focused on the softness of his lips, tried to take longer breaths to keep your heart rate slower.

It didn’t work perfectly but it was way better than to be there all alone.

In moments like this, time seemed to go so slowly. It was like you life had been put on a slow motion and in every other situation it would have been cool. But in this case it was only horrible. You drew in a sharp breath and curled up in fetal position, Terzo immediately matching your movement and staying as close as possible. This time his lips pressed against your neck more firmly and his other hand made its way to your hair, fingers slowly starting to caress your head.

You were safe there, inside, in Terzo’s embrace, you knew it deep down but it was a hard thing for your brain to understand. Maybe in time it would get reprogrammed into you that the storms couldn’t hurt you.

After a small break, Terzo started to hum again, this time some other song and your smile grew a bit, though Terzo couldn’t see it. That song you would recognize anywhere and in any situation – it was your favorite song, the one you had fallen in love as a child. Maybe it was a bit silly but that song had always brought you comfort and every time you felt like the world around you was just too much, you listened to it on repeat until everything seemed better again.

Terzo could probably sense your body relaxing a bit, his humming sound getting a happier tone and when the song came to an end, he started another one but this time singing it. Hearing his voice so close by and in such a delicate situation had always been a different kind of experience. His beautiful, soft voice seemed to reach somewhere deep, touch you in a way you never thought anything could do.

Time went by and the storm started to fade and Terzo sung and hold you until you were ready to open your eyes and move the blanket away from you. You had to blink a few times and then stare at the darkness until you could start seeing outlines of your surroundings. The last words of the song Terzo whispered against your neck and you let out a long sigh, feeling how the rest of the tension left your body.

The rain was only left as a quiet background noise and while you didn’t exactly enjoy it, it didn’t make you feel worried anymore. You rolled onto your back, the familiar shape of Terzo coming into your sight, his white eye almost glowing in the darkness. Smiling you reached out, carefully cupping his face, and there were a million words running through your head but none of them felt like enough for this moment so you just gently pulled the man closer until his lips collided with the corners of yours.

You both let out a little laugh before giving the kiss another try, this time succeeding to claim each other’s lips properly. Your mouths slotted together perfectly and your heart was swelling in your chest due to all the emotions erupting within you. Happy tears gathered into your eyes and you let them fall free as you tried to convey all the gratefulness you were feeling into the kiss. Terzo hummed happily, slightly changing the angle and you could feel his hair tickling your face.

Your hand went to the black locks that you knew were already having some gray streaks among them. Terzo hadn’t been that fond of the color change but he had dropped the talk of dyeing his hair as you had told how much you liked the lighter shade of strands.

As you eventually parted in need of air, your gazes met and despite the darkness you could see the way Terzo’s eyes shone and you couldn’t help but smile, your heart now full of warmth, love. Terzo caressed your cheek and you leaned into the touch, eyes fluttering as you felt the exhaustion creeping into your body. You were surely in need of sleep after another hard affliction.

”How are you feeling?” Terzo asked then, leaning down to press a kiss onto your forehead.

”Better now, tired,” you mumbled. Terzo shifted, settling to lay beside you and throwing an arm around you, nuzzling the side of your face.

”Sleep,” Terzo whispered softly and you had to comply as you knew it was pointless to fight against the exhaustion.

You turned your head and gave a quick kiss to Terzo, probably hitting his nose or somewhere close to it, and you welcomed sleep as the soft sound of Terzo’s chuckle echoed in your ears.

[yongislong]

surprise hugs + dreamies.

genre: fluff, domestic, angsty? but v light, comfort!!

note: tysm anon! i hope you enjoy hehe, ty for 800! not proofread

mark... would be so flustered if you hugged him out of nowhere DUUDE, he would get all giggly. would be stiff at first tbh just because?? the love and light of his life just wrapped their arms around his waist in a back hug? he's gone for. would be confused but once he shuffles around to face you and sees your bright smile looking up and him, he feels energized

renjun... happens a lot in the relationship tbh. you never really ask for physical affection and you usually just do it since renjun mentioned he doesn't mind when you surprise him with love haha. can't help but get worried sometimes though, especially if he sees you looking a bit down. he always asks if you're okay. doesn't mind you just squeezing the life out of him, taking him by surprise. he always giggles

jeno... will 100% spin you off the ground if he sees you coming toward him with your arms outstretched. he's pretty clingy so its nice when you give him an open invitation to hug and dote. likes to lift you up off the floor lol. never really worries if you hug him out of no where because i feel like you'd both have really good communication when it comes to that so, whenever you come up and embrace him out of nowhere its just you being extra clingy

haechan... LOOVES it. always has and always will say that you are his battery. feels so so loved and wanted. likes it when you come up and hug him out of nowhere when you sense he's being more quiet that usual. goes limp in your arms and genuinely just relaxes and goes kinda slack. any type of skin ship is nice for him especially when it comes from the love of his life!!

jaemin... would worry so so much. would honestly just want to make sure you aren't upset about something. when you come up to him and nuzzle your face into his chest his pulse races. pats your head, smoothing your hair down. lifts your head up to make you look up at him and gauges his next move based on whether or not you look upset or not. cuddles and reassurance if you are upset but if you just wanted a hug or are just extra happy, he gives you a toothy grin and baby talks you

chenle... GAHHH is so like ?? huh. lowkey squares up, you scared the shit out of him. i honestly don't know if he would like it all that much. but would like it when you do it when he least expects it. he'll be waiting for you at the front of your work and you come up behind him, catching him in a tight hug HAHA. is so paranoid like damn. very wholesome though. once he sees your pretty face he gives you a 3000 watt smile and hugs you tight, rocking you back and forth while you giggle

jisung... dude, he's usually the one getting hugged up on SOO, ik i've said this before, but dating you makes him feel so loved and manly and tough?? even if you're equally as masculine, you have a way of making him feel like an excited little kid. he always hugs you out of nowhere as well so it just becomes a common thing in between you both. buries his face into the crook of your neck every time. cherishes moments when you feel vulnerable enough to show how much you love him without words

[bumblebeeig]

Caregiver venture who is trying to help their depressed s/o? (I feel like they’d be so good at this with their personality and sense of humor)

they would be awesome at it :(( they’re such a little sweetie. here we gooo!!

btw uhh im writing this like. right when ive woken up so if its kind of sloppy i apologize 😭

- gn!depressed!reader x caregiver!venture -

- TW: mentions of bed-rotting and in general just not taking care of yourself well, a bit angsty, but ends with some nice old fluff

it had been a while since you really got out of bed. the only time you ever really left your bed was to get food, and water. and even with that, your dishes and water bottles began to pile up on your nightstand. you hadn’t taken care of yourself well either, barely showering, barely brushing your teeth. you just had no motivation to do anything.

all you wanted to do was lie there in bed, and rot away from the world. you had been feeling awful for so long, but this was probably the worst it had gotten in a while. you felt useless, tired, and overall just terrible.

obviously, this drastic change in behavior had caught the attention of your partner, sloan. they had become extremely worried about you, especially cause even they weren’t able to get you out of bed much, nor get you to take care of yourself. one day, they opened the door to your bedroom slightly, checking in on you.

“baby..? you doing okay?” they said, eventually allowing themselves in and walking towards your bed.

“…i’m fine sloan, don’t worry about me, okay?” you muttered out from under the covers, wrapping them tightly around you. you didn’t want your partner to worry about you, but you just couldn’t do it. you couldn’t do anything right now. they frowned, knowing that this wasn’t okay. knowing that YOU weren’t okay.

they crawled into your bed from the other side, sitting next to you as they rubbed their hand on your back gently.

“listen, (y/n).. i’m- i’m really not good with saying anything motivating, or moving at all.. but, seeing you like this… it kills me, you know? you mean so much to me. i know how hard this is for you, and i wanna help you so bad.. but i need you to let me… please.” sloans voice broke as they finished talking, gripping onto the covers over your body. they tried to hold back any tears they had. they didn’t want you thinking you had to comfort them right now. your comfort was what was most important to them.

you lifted the covers from your form, sitting up to finally face your partner. tears had welled up in your eyes, your hair disheveled after not having cared for it in a long while. “i’m.. i’m sorry.” you whimpered out, tears falling down your cheeks as you helplessly tried to wipe them away.

sloan immediately scooped you into their lap, keeping you close and warm. “shhh, don’t say you’re sorry, please… its okay, amor, shhh..” they kissed your face gently, wiping your tears away with their thumb.

you both sat there for a while, they let you cry your heart out. something you’ve needed to do for a while now.

after what felt like forever, you lifted yourself away from sloan’s chest, wiping your eyes. they had began to look pink and puffy after all the crying you had done. sloan cupped the side of your face with their hand, gently rubbing your cheek with their thumb.

“lets get out of here for a bit, yeah..? i’ll get you washed up.” they said, as they scooped you up. sliding out of the bed, they walked through your bedroom door and into the bathroom. gently, they sat you on the rim of the sink, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. they began to rapidly kiss you on every inch of your face, making you giggle. “hehehe! slooooann, stopp!” you laughed out. “theres my happy baby! god, i missed that smile.” they smiled back at you, their adorable chipped tooth showing. a pink blush painted your face, you missed how happy they made you feel.

they walked over to the bath, kneeling down over the tub and running the warm water. they hummed as they got back up, walking back over to you and placing their hands on your sides. “are you okay with me taking your clothes off hun? or do you want to do it yourself?” they asked, making sure you were 100% comfortable and safe right now. “oh, umm… you can, if you want.” you said, looking up at them softly. they returned your soft gaze, a sweet smile on their face. “of course, love.” they replied, beginning to take your clothes off gently.

after they were done removing your clothing, they picked you up, placing you into the warm water that had filled the tub. they turned the faucet off, before beginning to get your hair nice and wet. they then applied soap, gently scrubbing your hair and scalp. the whole time they hummed softly, enjoying every moment of taking care of you like this.

you felt at ease, letting sloan take care of you. you hadn’t had this in so long, and having it after so long made you so, so happy. you melted into their touch, every bit of feeling from their hands making you feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside. you were so grateful to have them in your life, and they were even more grateful to have you.

[shartzel]

Do you read fanfic? Any favorites of these 2 lovely messes?

YES!!!! i have so many personal favs for shartzel fics (im assuming thats what u meant and i am so sorry if not) BUT i will try to keep it to maybe like 5-10 favs bc my bookmarks folder for them has like 50+ fucking fics in there its a little insane..... - Truesilver by mylordshesacactus: i think everyone in the shadowzel part of the fandom has read this one honestly but it like. rewired my brain entirely when i first read it. shadowzel raising a kid was something ive never thought abt before, but then i read this fic and all i could think about was them having a domestic married life.......... - though i burn, how could i fall? by Jazzfordshire: THIS FIC GAVE ME THE ABSOLUTE WORST (BEST) BRAINROT EVER... the way the author writes their gradual relationship and their characters in general just AUGH. it itched my brain in the best way possible i love it - And I want to share it all with you. by Rosethornwolf: this fic is still in progress, but it makes me tear up so so so bad. i love soft shadowzel i love that shit so much and i love how the author writes them in general.... please give their other fics a read as well, theyre lovely - Fast Times At Baldur's Gate by Calchexxis: if you want like pure shadowzel fluff, this is THE fic for u. this fucking fic had made me giggling and kicking my legs while reading it cause of how tooth-rotting the fluff is!!!!! sometimes all you need in life is baby high school sweethearts shadowzel... - Truce by Looktotheedges: im sure everyone's read this one as well BUT FUCK ME I LOVE THIS FIC. the author does such a superb job at not only writing shadowzel but also their dynamic with the rest of the party members. i adoreee the found family moments so much and hold it so close to my heart... - sharpens like an image / sharpens like a knife by yeahitshowed: this one is a littleeee angsty. ive waited so very long for a "what did orin do to lae'zel?" fic that also mentions shadowzel and then this author wrote it and i instantly was in shambles. like when i was done reading this fic, all i could think abt were the ways lae’zel would see orin in shadowheart from now on. how that fear she held would always linger Somewhere in the back of her mind and it destroyed me :'D (this will make sense when after reading the fic i promise) - pressing a flower by Isolatedwriting: ending this with another also angsty one but like straight up hurt no comfort angst :) to quote the summary: "durge fails a saving throw" and i have never been the same since actually..................

[themculibrary]

Tony Takes Care Of Sick Peter Masterlist

Am I A Dying Man? (ao3) - Odd_I G, 5k

Summary: Peter Parker didn’t get sick, not any more. He hadn’t been really sick since before the bite, and that was what? Three years ago?

He was pretty sure it had something to do with his super healing, but he wasn’t completely sure. They never really had to test it out, after all. But he healed fast, so it generally made sense that his weird radioactive spider system also fought off any infections and illnesses.

— OR —

Peter gets sick, is a dramatic little shit, and Tony is just done with everything.

Appendicitis (ao3) - tommyparkerr T, 15k

Summary: In which Peter doesn't realize until too late that the flu shouldn't be this painful, and Tony Stark is right there to both lecture and comfort him (and accidentally call him his kid in the process).

Blankets (ao3) - kiwifeather G, 1k

Summary: Tony cares for an under-the-weather Peter the best way he knows how (which is pretty good, because he's a Dad™ now).

et tu, brute? (ao3) - turtle_bean G, 3k

Summary: Peter rounds the corner and gives a half-hearted hop. “All ready for the mission, Mr. Stark!”

Yeah, no.

“FRI, give me a read.”

“What -”

“101.7 degrees Fahrenheit, Mr. Stark,” Karen announces from Peter’s suit.

--

or, peter is sick, ned’s worried, and tony is... well, tony.

Extra Noodles (ao3) - duskblue G, 4k

Summary: Peter is staying with Tony while May is out of town. Unfortunately, Peter doesn't feel the best, so Tony is on a mission to figure out what's wrong so he can take the best possible care of him. He enlists his good friend, Bruce Banner in this task.

flushed away (ao3) - underpassgraffiti G, 2k

Summary: "I'm dying," he decides, flushing the toilet and resting his forehead against the rim. He feels disgusting. "I'm dying, I'm gonna die. Spider-Man dies to ravioli."

"Should I alert Boss?" Friday chirps, and Peter groans, waving a hand uselessly.

"No, m'fine," he grumbles. "WebMD will save me."

or: peter gets food poisoning & tony takes care of him.

Into the West (ao3) - ChocolateAndRedbull G, 1k

Summary: When a feverish Peter lets himself dwell on the past, Tony makes sure that he’s there to talk him through it

it's in the job description (ao3) - iron_spider_suit G, 8k

Summary: Peter gets sick just in time for movie night with the team. Tony does his best.

lessons in the metric system (ao3) - akapeterman G, 2k

Summary: “Pete,” Tony said slowly, “You’re sick.”

“No!” Peter said more urgently. “I’m hyp’thermic.”

“Trust me, you are the opposite of hypothermic right now, kiddo.”

or; Peter and Tony decide to road trip to Canada. Unfortunately, a peppermint air freshener happens to be Spider-Man's kryptonite. Confusion ensues. And honestly, Peter blames the American school system. They really should be more clear about the difference between Celsius and Farenheight.

Of Chicken Soup and Brooklyn-99 (ao3) - AnnabelleBlack20 G, 2k

Summary: Peter hadn’t gotten sick since the spider bite. But then again, his rotten Parker luck had a mind of its own. Lucky for him, he’s got a superhero in his corner. Nothing but pure fluff between IRONDAD and his SPIDERSON!

shaken up realities (shaking up reality) (ao3) - lemonlillybee M, 5k

Summary: This takes place after Endgame, and it’s a bit angsty, but everyone lives!

Written for the following Sicktember 2022 prompt: Cold Sweat

Sick Puppies (ao3) - OllieCollie G, 7k

Summary: Tony has been through a lot in his lifetime—from being kidnapped by terrorists to saving the world multiple times and just about everything in between—but he may be facing his toughest challenge yet: taking care of two kids with the flu.

Since I Have You (ao3) - lunasquared G, 2k

Summary: He didn’t register the fact that he started falling until he was caught by a pair of arms right before he hit the floor.

“Whoa there kiddo,” Tony said, helping Peter over to the couch. “What’s going on?”

“‘s hot.” Peter mumbled as he laid down on the couch thankful to finally be off his feet.

OR

Peter gets sick and Tony helps take care of him.

we all have a hunger (ao3) - MotherKarizma G, 6k

Summary: “Morgan,” he croaked, throat afire, and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hey – hey, it’s okay, I’m just…”

“You’re sick.” She mustered up something like bravery, using it to straighten her back and plaster a very grown-up look on her face. “I’ll get Daddy!”

“No!” Morgan jumped, eyes wide. Peter fought to calm his voice. He offered her a smile that couldn’t have been convincing, not even to a five year old. “No, you don’t have to. I feel better now. You don’t have to tell him.”

Morgan’s lips wobbled. Peter knew what her fake pout looked like well enough to know this wasn’t it. “Petey…”

Peter had a lot of reasons to feel guilty. He felt guilty for scaring her. He felt guilty for forgetting to lock his bedroom door, for making scaring her a possibility. He kind of, in a way, felt guilty for doing it in the first place, though not nearly enough to stop.

But more than anything, he felt guilty for this: “Morgan, promise me you won’t tell him. He…he won’t let us swim anymore if you do. And I’m not sick, my tummy just hurt a little bit, but I’m all better now. Promise me you won’t tell him, okay?”

“But…”

“Morgan. Promise.”

When I'm Sick Or Suffering (I'll Still Call You) (ao3) - l_u_c_k_y_c_l_o_v_e_r G, 2k

Summary: Peter comes down with the flu, but a certain superhero makes sure he doesn't have to deal with it on his own.

Wingman (ao3) - Sahiya G, 4k

Summary: Holy shit, Rhodey thought. Tony’s a dad.

[bucky-barnes-diaries]

The Light In My Darkness

Pairing || TFATWS!Bucky x Female!Reader

Summary || The darkness has it’s hold on you. It’s tightness suffocating. It’s darkness numbing. You search the endless depths for salvation, yet you find yourself alone. But there will soon come a moment when a beacon of light shines it’s way for you to resurface from the pitch black depth.

Word Count || 1501

Contents & Warnings || Angst, light Fluff — mature content/language, depression, mental health, mention of suicide.

Authors Note || It’s been a few months since I last posted. I fell into a pretty dark depression that really fucked me up for months. I’m slowly starting to recover from it, and I’m excited to write and post again and also feel more like myself . Sorry to come back with such an angsty story. This is the only story that I wrote over those months, and I have put some real stuff that went through my head during those months. It felt good to put some of those thoughts into writing and combine them with one of my comforts which is Bucky. So please be advised that this story does contain some depression stuff and mention of suicide.

Disclaimer || English is not my first language so I apologise for any mistakes or misunderstandings!

TFATWS!Bucky Masterlist

The weight of emptiness pulls you deeper each day that passes, its grip on you tightening as it drags you toward the depths of its darkness. And you are so aware that its power will consume you entirely, eat you from the inside, leaving you weak and vulnerable to its insatiable hunger. The darkness so treacherous that escape will seem almost impossible.

You feel entirely shattered and numb. The once vibrant life you had, such as your job, responsibilities, friends, and most importantly, Bucky and Alpine, now feels almost lifeless. The once passion you had for your beautiful life is now reduced to nothing. All that remains is the desire to crawl into a deep, dark hole and disappear, hoping that the suffocating darkness will claim you quickly.

Despite the emptiness within, you still try to maintain a brave and normal facade for those around you. But your boyfriend, the one closest to your heart, senses and sees the cracks in the facade you’ve put up. He sees the destruction of your former self, reduced to nothing more than an empty shell.

Bucky, with his caring and tender nature for you, wants to help. But you push him away, scared that you may drag him down as well. You don’t want to darken his light with your darkness.

However, there comes a time when everyone breaks down into pieces, and it’s left up to the loved ones to pick up the fragile fragments and mend them with tender and loving care.

---

As you drag yourself up the steps to your front door, the mask of a fake smile and false happiness you wore for work fades away. Instead replaced by the overwhelming despair that haunts your soul. You can no longer keep it up, and you know that Bucky will shower you with his love in an attempt to ease your pain.

“Hey, doll. Welcome home,” Bucky greets you with a tender kiss on the forehead. His hands linger on your waist, gently squeezing as a sign of affection and protection. Alpine purrs in delight and welcomes you home by weaving and rubbing against your legs.

Bucky’s warm touch and a tender kiss would once have your heart flutter into a billion butterflies, making you jump him in excitement, and a cuddle session on the couch would ensure with loving kisses shared between one another as you recovered from your workday. But now, with the darkness holding its tight grip on you, you can’t fully enjoy and appreciate his gorgeous self, which fills you with guilt. Deep down, you know that you love Bucky with all your being. He’s the perfect individual, the kind anyone would be lucky to have. But you struggle to feel the love he so generously pours upon you now. The realization of this causes tears to well up, along with a profound sense of shame.

“How was work, baby?” Bucky’s eyes, once melting and soft, fixates on your empty and dim ones. His now somber ones scan you from head to toe, sensing you are far from your former self. He knows you are having difficulties, that you are tired, but he’s unaware of the full extent of it and doesn’t know how deep it goes. He does his best to help and reassure you daily, but you cannot sense his efforts. The darkness has buried your emotions so deep within.

“It was fine, babe. Just exhausting,” you respond, attempting to reassure him with a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. He can tell that you are withholding the whole truth.

“Doll, what’s wrong? You haven’t been yourself recently. I’m here for you, baby. I want to help,” his voice rasps as he cups your cheeks, stroking your skin. His brows furrow, his gaze piercing deep into your soul, hoping to uncover the cause of your recent changes.

The love and care he has for you are so evident, making your heart skip a beat and you so long to throw yourself into his arms, allowing him to shower you with his affection and reassurance that everything will be alright. But the darkness is keeping you on a tight leash.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you lie, and he can so easily see through it.” “I-I’m just tired. I think I’ll take a nap.”

As you lie in the darkness of your bedroom, staring at the ceiling, your mind is empty of thoughts. You feel cold and empty, much like the air surrounding you. One terrifying thought, a whisper that lurks in your darkness, tries to surface: I don’t want to live anymore.

During the day, you try your best to suppress that thought, forcefully pushing it deep down. But with each passing day, it grows stronger. And now, in the confines of your dark and cold bedroom, it solidifies into a haunting possibility—an escape from the torment. I don’t want to live anymore. “… but I don’t want to die,” you whisper, turning to your side with a heavy sigh. It’s all so overwhelming and exhausting, and you have never felt so trapped and helpless before. How can I possibly recover from this? Will I ever recover from this? Am I doomed to this darkness forever until it eventually consumes me?

Sometime later, a knock on the bedroom door pierces the silence, and a sliver of light illuminates the room's darkness as Bucky enters, the chime of Alpine’s collar following close behind. Neither of you utters a word. He closes the door gently, ensuring the light doesn’t disturb you. In the room's dimness, you hear him navigate through it, going to the shared bed and settling in behind you. His warm, sturdy frame presses against your back while his arms envelop you, and his face nestles into the nape of your neck, inhaling deeply, savoring your scent before placing a tender kiss on your skin. Alpine joins the comfort, snuggling at your feet with a soft purr.

Even with these two beings, who love you unconditionally, nestled close to you, it barely dulls and heals the emptiness inside, but it makes your heart skip a beat again. A moment of silence ensues, the only sounds being your synchronized breathing and the gentle purring from Alpine.

“Doll,” Bucky murmurs, his voice soft and delicate, squeezing you ever so slightly tighter to convey the depth of his love for you. “Please, tell me what’s wrong. Let me inside your pain. Don’t slip away from me. I’m here to help. I’ll be by your side every step of the way.”

The desperation, sadness, and defeat in his voice finally shatter you, breaking down your defenses, making you finally release all that pain and sorrow, erupting into tears and sobs.

“I’m so fucking tired, Bucky,” you sob violently into the pillow. “I’m so fucking done with everything. I feel so empty, so lost. I can’t do this anymore. The darkness has such a tight hold on me, and I feel myself suffocating more and more each day that follows.” Your cries intensify, your body shaking in his embrace. “I don’t have the will to live anymore, but I don’t want to die either. Please help me. I’m so lost, Bucky.” You continue to weep and sob into the sheets while Bucky holds you tighter, tears streaming down his face as well, wetting your neck.

You don’t know how long you cry, releasing all that has built up over the past few weeks. Five minutes? Ten? Fifteen? Twenty? Eventually, exhaustion takes hold of you. Your throat feels dry and hoarse, your eyes burn, and your body feels heavy and weak.

Throughout it all, Bucky remains silent, cradling and comforting you. The weight of your dark confession impacting him deeply, evident in his strained voice—a testament that he’s been crying alongside you.

“I wish I could take all your emptiness and pain away, doll.” His voice laced with vulnerability and determination. “I wish we lived in a fairytale where my words could magically heal your soul and restore your happiness. But this is reality, and I know my words alone will not heal and destroy that darkness. But I want you to know I’m here, baby, and I’ll always be here. I will fight for you, fight beside you. I’ll forever be the light that shines in your darkest moments. I promise I will help you. I promise we will get you professional help. I love you so much, my doll.”

Bucky’s words feel like the salvation you’ve yearned for—the help you desperately need. It’s the promise that gives you hope. Your hand, which has been searching in the darkness for so long, has finally found a lifeline—a beacon of light that shines bright in your darkness.

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[myillusions]

Noisy Sunday (Joel Miller x f!reader)

Summary: You've entered a mindset you're unsure how to come back from, your own emotions drowning you in a pool of despondency. Joel is there, trying to help you pull away from it.

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: HEAVYYY angst, fluff, cursing, large descriptions of depression, anxiety, dark thoughts, comfort, undefined age gap (reader is of age), kind of dark themes its very somber

A/N: hi hi!! oh my, im so sorry i havent posted in so long. life has been so busy lately with exams and work, but here's this whilst i struggle with that and writers block! sorry (not rlly) that its so angsty, THANK YOU SO MUCH to anyone who reads, i hope u enjoy lovelies! also please please PLEASE i cannot stress this enough; if any of the warnings i've stated make you uncomfortable, please DO NOT read this!! and for anyone who may need to talk, my messages are always open <33

It’s peculiar, you think. How it eats away at you, gnawing down against supple flesh when you’ve already been forcefully spiralled onto the floor. Most say it’s like greeting an old friend; and you agree. It’s almost like reuniting with a family member whom you rarely see at a gathering. The one which then continue to pester you with inquiries you don’t have the vigour to answer. 

It comes in a moment. Sometimes for no reason at all. It reminds you of the subject which stops your musical theatre production mid-way, shining a glaring light towards you whilst you stare wide-eyed back; a deer caught in the headlights. Your character starts to break down around you whilst you’re stood onstage, its pieces cascading along your incapacitated physique like thrashing water which you’ve just dived into from a twenty-foot jump, limbs flailing by your head until the inevitable crash through the translucent liquid stings at your skin.

It attaches itself like a shadow to you, not always so visible yet constantly looming from around your shoulder. It never really made sense to you, how the more the light shines against this tenebrosity, the darker the shadow it casts. Shading you. Smothering you. A copiously adamant fire which refuses to be extinguished, its embers dancing up past the hillocks perched in the distance and threatening to singe anyone who comes near.

It made you yearn for a reposeful night, where the stars shimmered like pools of water in reflection to the sea rather than your own tears surging down your cheeks. Where a modest zephyr tapped gently at your swaying hair, twirling locks around its invisible finger gingerly. Where the whole world paused on its axis, bringing forth those few moments of pure solace. Nothing to bother you, and nothing for you to bother.

“How long has it been since you’ve slept?” A husky voice drawls out from beside you after the door to the front patio squeals open on its hinges, revealing Joel; adorned in his sleepwear of blue plaid print trousers and a black long-sleeved sweater. Considering his normal attire of worn-down jeans and a permanent scowl, he looked almost ridiculous, but in an admiring sort of way. His inquiry forcefully dragged you from the dazed state you had found yourself caught in, your eyes hauling themselves to face him laboriously slow, like it was strenuous to do so. You blinked a multitude of times to attempt to clear your head of its cloudiness.

You gave a harsh swallow before you even attempted to reply, “Not long. I just needed some water and air.” You lied right through your teeth, wincing towards the factor that a glass of water was sitting idly beside you on a tall and round wooden coffee table, still full to the brim with the reflecting liquid. Joel didn’t look convinced. To be honest, you had maybe caught a total of eight hours of sleep in the past three or four days, if lucky. Your body drums with craving for rest at the deprivation, but you couldn’t bring yourself to relax for long enough to lull into even a light rest, thoughts striking their way through forcefully in the canvas of your head, ripping downwards to leave their mark fiercely, consistently reminding you that pain is not an easy thing to ignore.

If you could say the apocalypse surfacing has brought you anything, it’s that it’s made you tired. So tired. But there are two types of tired, you suppose; one is a dire need of sleep, the other is a woeful need for peace.

Joel exhales past his nose harshly, his head dipping downwards for a moment, maybe in disappointment- you’re not sure. Either way, your stomach lurches with guilt, and you turn your head to face forward once again and pay rigorous attention to each detail lining the Jackson street in front of your given accommodation. The street was entirely empty, the only sound to be heard within earshot being the light whisk of the breeze against your supple skin, reddening the tip of your nose and turning your fingertips numb. You should’ve guessed Joel wouldn’t believe your white lie. Knowing him, he likely noticed you retracting the sheets from your legs and his arms strewn around your waist at just the start of the night, before tiptoeing down the stairs as quietly as possible to weave through the kitchen then to the front patio, where you have been set for a couple of hours now.

You’re both silent for multiple pregnant pauses, and you have to fight the urge to nibble nervously against your bottom lip, apprehension swirling within your chest.

“Do you want to come back to bed?” Joel tries cautiously, to which you visibly tense. You tilt your chin downwards dubiously, before giving an almost indistinguishable shake of your head from side-to-side.

Joel doesn’t give a response to your discreet answer, but instead pushes himself forwards from where he’s leaned against the doorframe to move past you and settle against the uncomfortable wooden chair opposite your own. The chair creaks as he perches himself there, the only intruding sound to the tranquillity before it swallows you both whole once again, thudding against the thin air which is gradually turning palpable. It’s suffocating.

“…Would you-“ He starts, his gaze turning upwards from the patios surface to face you, “Want to talk about it?”

Your heart throbs agonisingly at his offer, your fingertips tracing the wrecked linen material of your pants. You try a small, consoling smile, one that barely reaches your eyes; your head lifting to face him.

“There’s nothing to talk about.” You murmur back, sombrely. You weren’t fibbing about this, though. There was no explanation as to why you were feeling this surge of perplexing emotions. It appeared as if it were just a protruding root sticking awkwardly out from the soiled terrain, its only task to trip and surprise anyone who were unfortunate to tread along. Even if you wanted to talk with Joel about it, you weren’t sure how to put it into words. It’s fine, until it’s not; a surprise.

“I can’t help you if you won’t let me.” Joel speaks, his voice softer than usual, as though he was afraid for what your reaction would be.

You bottom lip purses as you bite down against your tongue roughly, almost drawing blood to quarrel against the melancholy rising in your throat. You’re not sure how to reply- you don’t wish to reply. You would rather descend into the quietude than face this situation. It’s not that you liked the silence, no- you actually despised it. Silence gave any thoughts swirling around the midst of your head permission to inflate and rise to the surface, bobbing up and down there, whilst its limbs helplessly thrash around, wishing to get back to shore.

It's only after you notice that Joel is still peering over at you expectantly do you swallow gratingly, opening your mouth to answer.

“Well, I- It’s not anything, I’m fine-“

“Why can’t you just stop for once in your life?”

“What?” You ask, your voice cracking at its edges. Your brows shoot upwards at his words, taken aback.

“You lie to me, act like you’re okay- when you’re so clearly not and you won’t even let yourself realise that you need help.” He speaks sternly, eyes firmly trained on you- whilst you can’t even meet his gaze, eyesight shifting to anywhere but where he’s sat opposite you.

You weigh over your words, a trepidatious lump forming inside your throat. Your vision blurs at its corners, your brain fogging over with despondency.

“Please don’t make me say it.” You eventually speak again, your voice strained painfully, as your head drops down in a swaying motion, defeated.

Joel doesn’t reply, but instead reaches forward, gently placing his hand atop your own where its set against your thigh. He gives a gentle squeeze, urging you to blink back up towards him, where he’s peering at you with a softened gaze; and you can’t fight off the tears that instantaneously build up against your vision, attempting to rip past your shields and barriers which are gradually toppling down around you.

“I am barely holding on.” You admit, your shoulders slumping forward with the heaved effort of speaking without letting a cry rip through in interruption, causing a few teardrops to plunge down the canvas of your cheeks. A harrowing headache thrums against your forehead, your field of view only worsening, but not enough that you can’t see the way that Joel’s expression is overcome with visible empathy, which only results in making your stomach lurch more.

“And I-“ You exhale sharply, “And I can’t even tell you why. I just- there’s this thing, and it’s weighing over my shoulders. I can’t shake it.”

“You don’t have to find the perfect words. Just tell me what you’re feeling. I’m here.” He encourages softly.

“It’s like- like I’m here, but I’m not. I’m away from my body, watching over myself; whilst continuously being dragged backwards by this unknown force- pushing me somewhere I think I know. It’s like déjà vu, when you walk into a room, and you don’t where you know or remember it from, but you can feel that you recognise it. I-I’m angry, I’m sad and I’m confused. Maybe I just have a built-up resentment against the world.” You speak rather sullenly, but try to mask it with a small, tight-lipped smile towards Joel once your brief monologue comes to an end.

“I can’t say I know exactly what you’re feeling. But… I don’t want you to push me away. I want to try and help you, in any way that I can. But I can’t if you won’t allow me to. And… I don’t want it to seem like I’m tryin’ to coddle you, or anythin’. It’s because- y’know, I care about you.” Joel speaks steadily, his gaze shimmering with uncertainty.

Your heart lurches downwards in repentance with his words, as though you were liable for your own shifting thoughts and feelings. It bruises you; how much you’ve allowed your emotions to take hold, guiding the wheel in a swerve as rubber burns against asphalt distastefully. How far you’ve come, just to end up here. You know you need help. You’re just unsure how to accept any. But you know that you wish to breathe again. To hold out a hand to loved ones. To be afraid of death again. To have excitement at the idea of different winding roads. To feel free as a light breeze washes against your skin, clearing any distress from you in a wave. You wish to dream again. This longing is what powers your words onwards, as you peer over at Joel, vulnerable,

“I need help.”

Joel’s hand raises from the back of your palm, and instead encompasses your icy fingers with his warmer ones, intertwining them. He searches your eyes for a moment, and once he discovers a bold outline of authenticity, he promptly nods towards you.

“Together?”

“Together.” You reply.

It evokes a memory of a familiar oak tree. One you were very accustomed to when you were younger, before the outbreak. As a child, you used to wonder down the street to the park perched at the end after every school day. Outlining the grounds, just opposite a wooden bench, was an oak tree. Tall and mighty; confidence resonating from its stance, daring anyone to meddle with it. Thick arms branching from its moss-coated wood, whilst the lime-coloured leaves bundled against each other cascaded the surrounding distance in shade. You would lay beneath it, basking in the frigid yet reassuring atmosphere it created, hair messily sprawled out around your head. You would frequently come to the spot to just rest within the constant spiralling of the world, watching as the tree’s features changed with the reoccurring seasons; its leaves shifting from green to gold, from gold to ginger, then from ginger to cherry, and then falling, oscillating down to the soil with the wind, before repeating its cycle. It was almost soothing, watching its colours shift around with the change of the earth, whilst resolutely remaining staunch in its attitude, its branches a prime symbol of vigour. Changing, but still remaining what it is; strong. You deeply envied that, and hoped- wished, that someday you would build yourself up to resemble that oak tree.

"We drink the poison our minds pour for us and wonder why we feel so sick." - Atticus

Noisy Sunday - Patrick Watson

Comments and feedback are appreciated!

[immortalmsmoon]

Hi ^⁠_⁠^

Can I request p5 boys (inc Akechi) comforting there s/o who is mourning over death of someone who was very close to them so close the they consider them a (her only one)family to her ? Later on finding out she have a palace bc of it ?

Thank u:)

Mourning

Cast Line Up: Akira Kurusu, Ryuji Sakamoto, Yusuke Kitagawa, and Goro Akechi

A/N: Thank you for the request, Sorry I took so long to post this! I also didn't write any scenarios for this one because its already pretty long, and I couldn't think of anything :( sorry! I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Warnings: Mentions of loss, mentions of overprotective/over baring/suffocating behavior in akechis, mentions of third semester, mild neglection, kinda angsty(?), some fluff as well, cuddles and cute stuff, Not spell checked!!

Please let me know if i missed anything!

Word count: 1189

Akira Kurusu~

this man is a very comforting person to be around

his scent is nice, the soft but bold smell of coffee clings to him from Leblanc

he's a very soft person, whether it be his voice, his hair, or even just him in general.

he also can be quite quiet sometimes, so he's a good person to vent to or talk to. he doesn't pry, and is a very good listener.

he won't cling to you, and certainly won't push you to speak or hang out with him. he want's to give you as much space as you want and need.

will make food for you, and check up on you, just to make sure that your still staying healthy.

tries his best to act like normal, but is still very kind with you and careful; he doesn't want to bring up any emotions or bad feelings.

however, he doesn't want to act so normal that you feel like your being neglected or that he's trying to ignore your feelings

as soon as he finds out you have a palace he blames himself

"Why wasn't i there for Y/N?" "i should have tried harder to be there for them.."

it crushes him, it truly does that your desires got so out of whack because of this

he feels like a terrible boyfriend. he should have noticed that you were going through this, he thinks

in reality it isn't his fault; the person you lost was very close to you, and it was kind of bound to happen (the palace)

he makes it his first priority to save you, and make sure that your state doesn't get any worse

after all is said and done, he makes sure to check up on you more and make sure that you know your not alone, even though he can't replace the person you lost.

Ryuji Sakamoto~

definitely the best to comfort you.

he's lost people in his life, and knows what you need. You need some attention, not enough to be smothered, but enough that you know your not alone in this.

after his dad left (even though he was a terrible person), it messed him up, and he felt more alone then ever. he didn't have anyone like you to help him through it

he wants to make sure you don't feel the way he did, so he makes sure to check up on you

the same as Akira, makes sure you've been eating and drinking, but also makes sure you've been keeping up with hygiene.

he'll invite you over and run you a nice bath, and while you take it he will prepare snacks and a movie, with your favourite fluffy blanket of course.

lots of snuggles. again, he makes sure you always have space to back up or move away from him incase you feel suffocated.

when he hears from Mishima that you asked for your own heart to be changed via the phan-site, he makes it his goal to help you.

he tries not to linger on bad thoughts to much, and tries not to let himself take the blame; he knows its not his fault.

that being said, he still feels bad about it all, he can't help it you are his s/o after all

as soon as your heart has been changed he's coming to visit you, with some sort of gift, maybe a teddy bear, or even just some snacks

you guys watch a movie, play a game, read manga together, heck whatever you want as long as he can be with you

Yusuke Kitagawa~

he's a clueless boy

not the best at sensing when you need to be comforted, and also not the best at sensing when you need space

in fact, he's quite bad at it.

he may have lost his mother and father, but he was quite young when it happened, and he tries not to think of Madarame to much

still, he is aware of the situation and tries his best to comfort you

he gives nice hugs, probably because of his height, and is also very gentle with you

he treats you very delicately, and tries his best to be delicate with words as well, as not to say anything that might trigger you or make you feel a wave of bad emotions.

he tries to make you food

he's not very good at it, but he's learned a thing or two from living in a school dorm by himself.

sometimes he'll just resort to buying you some food (if he has money)

one of the few ways he is good at showing that he is there for you, is by making you stuff.

he paints, sketches, crafts, heck he even tries using clay.

he makes you all sorts of stuff from trinkets to full on paintings.

when he find out about your desire to have your heart changed, it hits him like a truck, especially because you told him yourself, even if you don't know he's a phantom thief

your the only person he has left, really, and he wants to take care of you more than anything in the world.

he's quick to change your heart, and after he comes to see you

he is out of characteristically romantic with you and gentle with you, even more so than he already is

he's just happy that your here with him, and that you didn't start to feel worse.

he vows to be better at comforting you in the future and paying more attention to you.

Goro Akechi

it doesn't matter if it's third semester akechi or not, he too is also terrible at comforting you

he does try, really, he just isn't really sure how to do it right

growing up he never got comforting for anything. not until you showed up.

its still a very new concept for him, but he wants to be there for you so he tries as best as he can

and for the most part he's ok. the only problem is that he's over baring. its almost suffocating.

he always knows when your upset, its like his sixth sense

the only problem is that he can't tell if your upset because of the loss, or because of him.

he actually refuses to even think its him unless you bring it up

he's good at taking care of you. he buys you food, helps you stay on top of hygiene, helps you with laundry.

its just that he acts like you are completely uncapable of doing ANYTHING. it's like he's taken control of your life.

when he does find out about your palace, he's heartbroken.

you are the ONLY positive thing in his life. his sweet little flower that he protects and cherishes more than anything.

VERY QUICK to get rid of your palace.

he soon after realises that he was kind of bad at comforting you and the he was waaaaaay to over the top.

he makes sure to give you as much space as you need now, but is also much sweeter than you. before he had discovered your palace, he didn't know that the death had effected you as much as it did, and now he wants to show you his unconditional love and support.

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Hi Tumblr! Its me, back again! This time I come to you with a post with a lot of fandoms and ships I would like to roleplay!

Firstly though I'll introduce myself; you can call me Nora, I'm 20+ and I'll only roleplay with 18+ people, simply because i do think its a little strange for me to be talking to minors, sorry but not sorry! I am a literate roleplayer and can write between three paragraphs to eight paragraphs depending in how inspired I am. I write on Discord, simply because a server is easier to me than Tumblrs messaging, and many a times it has not told me anyone has messaged me and I have to search it out myself and I have a horrible memory!

I do ask if you are willing to roleplay with me that you could write at least a paragraph simply because I struggle with short and quick roleplays where its a sentence, and because I do write so much sometimes I feel like I would be putting a lot of effort in for not a lot of payout, if that makes sense aha! I usually stick to cc x cc only because sometimes I don't have an oc in mind for a certain fandom and its easier to just use an already made ship and start the roleplay. I'm not opposed to oc x cc but you may need to ask and I may say no depending on the fandom -however if I do say yes I would like to say that it would only be to double up, as I would probably get uninterested if it was just your side of the roleplay! And just so were on the same page, all characters will be 18+ or aged to 18+!

For plots and such, I'm rubbish for thinking of any aha! Its a little out there and please if your not comfortable with it then that is absolutely fine - I hope I don't deter you away after saying it! - but I have been wanting to do an omegaverse roleplay, not even for smut because I am fine with NSFW, I also love the fluff angle it could give you and the drama really, aha! I love angsty plotlines too, but would have to brainstorm on what kind of plot though!

Now onto the Fandoms, I will list ships in no particular order, but they're the ones I can list from the top of my head, if you'd like to do another ship please just ask!

(I've bolded the characters I would prefer to write, if they're both bold then I am willing to play either!)

Bungo Stray Dogs

- Chuuya Nakahara x Osamu Dazai

- Atsushi Nakajima x Akutagawa Ryunosuke

- Ranpo Edogawa x Edgar Allen Poe

- maybe others if you asked!

Jujutsu Kaisen:

- Toge Inumaki x Yuta Okkotsu

- Satoru Gojo x Suguru Geto

- Megumi Fushiguro x Yuji Itadori

- Satoru Gojo x Utahime Iori

- Maki Zenin x Yuta Okkotsu

- Maki Zenin x Nobara Kugisaki

My Hero Academia

- Touya Todoroki x Takami Keigo

- Shouta Aizawa x Hizashi Yamada

- Shouto Todoroki x Izuka Midoriya

- Eijiro Kirishima x Katsuki Bakugou

- Denki Kaminari x Eijiro Kirishima

- Izuku Midoriya x Eijiro Kirishima

- Denki Kaminari x Izuku Mirdoriya

- Katsuki Bakugou x Ochako Uraraka

[soolh1k]

Can you write skz comforting reader who has anxiety

Skz comforting you when you have anxiety

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is just the maknae line

type: narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: a little bit angsty but some fluff at the end, let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! :))

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𓆩♡𓆪 Han Jisung

It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and the sun was shining brightly in the sky. You were sitting on the porch of your cozy little house, feeling a little overwhelmed by the waves of anxiety crashing over you. Your mind was racing, and you just couldn't seem to shake off the stress.

Just then, your boyfriend, Jisung appeared with a warm smile on his face, holding two cups of tea in his hands. "Hey, babe," he said as he handed you one of the cups. "I thought you might need this."

You took the cup gratefully and inhaled the comforting aroma. "Thanks, Hannie," You replied, feeling a bit better already just having him by your side. He sat down beside you, placing his arm around your shoulders, and asked, "What's got you feeling all anxious?"

You hesitated for a moment, but then decided to share your worries with him. "It's just work stuff, you know? Deadlines, presentations, and all that. It's like my mind won't stop racing, and I'm afraid I won't be able to handle it all."

Han listened attentively, his calming presence giving you the courage to open up. "I get it," he said empathetically. "But remember, you're capable of handling anything that comes your way. You've got the skills and the determination. Plus, you're not alone in this. I'm right here with you, and we'll figure it out together."

He gently squeezed your hand, and you couldn't help but smile. He always knew how to make you feel better. "You're right," you replied, feeling a sense of relief. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Jisung chuckled softly. "Well, lucky for you, you don't have to find out," he teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Now, how about we take a little break from all the work stuff and enjoy the rest of this sunny day? Maybe go for a walk in the park or watch a silly movie?"

His suggestion sounded perfect. You nodded enthusiastically, grateful for his ability to lift your spirits. "Yes, let's do that," you said, feeling your anxiety slowly starting to subside.

And so, you spent the rest of the day together, laughing, talking, and simply enjoying each other's company. With Jisung by your side, the world seemed a little less overwhelming.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Lee Felix

It was a friday afternoon, and the world seemed to be bustling with life outside your window. But inside, your anxiety was reaching its peak. You had been feeling overwhelmed lately, juggling work, family, and personal issues all at once.

As you sat on the couch, your mind spinning with worry, your boyfriend, Felix, walked in with a big smile on his face. He could always tell when you needed his support, even without saying a word. "Hey, darling," he said, plopping down next to me. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

You sighed, not knowing where to start, but Felix always had a way of making you feel safe and understood. "It's just...life, you know? Everything's happening all at once, and I can't seem to catch a break."

He wrapped his arm around you and pulled you close, giving you the warmth and comfort you needed. "It's okay to feel overwhelmed, you know? Life can be a rollercoaster sometimes, but we're in this together."

He grabbed his phone and said, "Let's do something that always helps you relax." He played some upbeat music and pulled you up from the couch. "Dance party in the living room!"

At first, you couldn't help but laugh at the unexpectedness of it all. But as the music filled the room, your worries started to fade away. You danced and laughed together, letting go of the stress that had been weighing you down.

After a while, you collapsed back onto the couch, breathless but with huge smiles on your faces. "You always know how to turn things around," you said, feeling incredibly grateful for him.

Yongbok gave you a soft kiss on the forehead. "You're my world, and seeing you happy is all that matters to me. Whenever life gets tough, remember I'm right here by your side."

And in that moment, surrounded by love and the feeling of being understood, your anxiety seemed to melt away. With Felix's support, you knew you could face anything that life threw your way.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Kim Seungmin

It was one of those gloomy afternoons when the weight of your family issues seemed to crush your spirit. You sat on the couch, your mind swirling with anxious thoughts, when your boyfriend plopped down next to you, sensing that something was off.

He gently placed his arm around your shoulders and said, "Hey, what's eating you up, blossom? You've been quiet all day."

You sighed, "It's just... my family, you know? They always manage to get under my skin and make me doubt myself."

He gave me a reassuring smile, "I get it. Families can be crazy, but remember, you're not defined by them. You're amazing just the way you are."

You leaned into him, feeling a bit of comfort in his words. "Thanks, but sometimes it's hard to believe that."

He reached for your hand, his fingers interlocking with yours. "Look, I know they've got their quirks, but they don't get to decide your worth. You're strong, intelligent, and you've got so much potential."

Tears welled up in your eyes, but they were tears of relief. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

He chuckled, "Well, I try my best. But seriously, I've got your back. Whenever you're feeling overwhelmed, just talk to me. We'll figure it out together."

With his support, the knot of anxiety in your chest began to loosen. It was like a breath of fresh air amidst the chaos. You nestled closer to him, feeling grateful for having someone so understanding and caring in your life.

He kissed the top of your head and whispered, "You're not alone in this. I'm here for you, and we'll tackle those family troubles one step at a time."

As the rain poured outside, you found solace in the warmth of his embrace. With him by your side, you knew you could face anything that life and your family threw at you. His love was a shield against the storm of anxiety, and you were truly lucky to have him.

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𓆩♡𓆪 Yang Jeongin

You're standing in the middle of a bustling coffee shop, surrounded by the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the chatter of people catching up. Your friends are chatting excitedly at a table nearby, but you can't shake off the feeling of anxiety creeping up on you. The noise and crowd seem overwhelming, making you feel a bit out of place.

Just as you start to fidget with your hands, your boyfriend notices your unease. With a warm smile, he comes up behind you and gently places his hands on your shoulders. "Hey, you doing okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern.

You nod, trying to hide your nervousness, but he knows you too well. "Come on," he suggests, "let's grab some fresh air outside."

You follow him, feeling the relief of the cool breeze against your skin as you step out onto the street. He takes your hand in his, intertwining his fingers with yours. "I get it," he says, "sometimes it's tough being around a big group. But remember, you don't have to be anyone else around them. Just be yourself, and they'll love you for who you are."

His reassuring words and the warmth of his hand help ease your worries. "I know it's easier said than done," he continues, "but don't let your anxiety control you. You're strong, and I believe in you."

You take a deep breath, feeling more grounded with each word he speaks. His presence alone makes you feel safe and supported. "Thanks," you say softly, "I really needed this."

He smiles and pulls you into a gentle hug. "Anytime," he says, "I'll always be here for you, no matter what."

As you both head back into the coffee shop, you feel a newfound sense of confidence.

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