#assited care

[clairvoyantcubes]

"Yeah, no. I'm sitting this one out." Mortals do not get to be complacent about the state of their worlds and then throw a collective fit about it once their divine overlords say (and/or do) something that they do not like.

[wetterroomba]

Half the people I know think I'm doing too much, the other half keep getting on my ass for not doing enough, I've got a burning pain through the left side of my body, I had one of the most viscerally distressing nightmares I've had in while last night and you know what I get to do later? More things for other people and hopefully I'll have the energy to take care of myself after.

[wrayah]

wriothesley x fem!reader

prompt: An overworked Writohesley finally accepts to get an assitant to help him around. Work begins to become smoother thanks to you, however you also make things harder for Wriothesley thanks to your innocent seductiveness. A small clothing mishap becomes the perfect moment for Writohesley to solve the throbbing problem in his pants.

notes: HERE IT IS THE (somewhat) SEX CRAZED WRIO I PROMISED YOU ALL !! can you guys tell i'm obsessed with this man ?? now please ask me for other characters i have no idea what to write now ( ;´ - `;)

word count: 3.4k

warnings: smut (mdni 🔞), dom!wrio, pet names, penetration, oral, no protection, ejaculation, curse words, handcuffs, overstimulation (kinda?)

Wriothesley wasn't very fond of the idea of hiring an assistant, he could handle his work all by himself, he had been doing it for a while and could keep going that way. He simply couldn't comprehend why Sigewinne was so insistent, why she kept nagging him and telling him he should get help.

"'You really should consider it!" Sigewinne scolded Writohesley from her seat across from him, her tiny hands holding a cup of warm tea. "As the head and only nurse of the Fortress, it is my duty to take care of the people who work here, and that includes you!"

He chuckled at her puffed cheeks, she looked adorable when she was mad, and it was a challenge to take her seriously sometimes. He sipped his tea before looking at her, smiling.

"I'm okay, you don't need to worry. I don't need help-"

"Yes, you do! I can clearly see that you are extremely tired, and I have caught you working way past time lately!" She interrupted him, her tone stern but also caring. She looked at him in the eyes, dead serious. "How long has it been since you got a good night's sleep?"

His eyebags wouldn't let him lie his way out of this one, he couldn't actually remember the last time he went to bed and woke up feeling replenished. He frowned and looked down, having no answer to Sigewinne's question.

She scoffed at his reaction, closing her eyes and sipping her tea. She then placed her cup down, looked back up at him, and smiled. "Now that we've reached an agreement, I'll ask the guards to put up the flyers."

Writohesley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with his thumb and index. "Fine."

And that's how you got into the Fortress of Meropide as Wriothesley's assistant.

You had been working as the Duke's assistant for a few weeks now, helping him handle paperwork, running errands for him around the fortress, and on the surface, basically helping and doing everything and anything to make things a bit easier for him. It wasn't all that hard, a bit hectic but you actually enjoyed what you were doing.

Your presence had completely changed Wriothesley's routine, he was now able to finish his paperwork in time every day and got to sleep correctly again. Sigewinne had teased him continuously about how he was doing better now thanks to her idea, and he couldn't help but admit that she was right, he did need help.

On top of allowing him to get back on his feet and feel alive again, it was an actual pleasure to have you around. He was reluctant at the idea of an assistant at first, he got to know you however with time and was actually not disappointed. You were a smart and gentle individual, always ready to help and accomplish tasks with a smile on your face, even the tedious ones. Whenever you had free time, you would bring him tea along with some sweets, which he highly appreciated. This imposed a timeout on him, which wasn't actually so bad. He enjoyed chatting with you, whether it was about work or whatever else.

Everything was going well, except for one thing. Everything was great, everything you did was perfect. You were perfect.

Writohesley couldn't keep his eyes off of you at times. Generally, he thought you were beautiful, your smile melted his heart, the way your cheeks reddened whenever you stammered or were unsure softened him, and the way you dressed pleased him, especially when you wore somewhat revealing clothing- shit.

It was hard for him to keep focus on work at times because of you, but forced himself to stay put. He could handle the situation well, but it was challenging at times.

On hotter days, like today, you would wear skirts without tights, leaving your thighs exposed for Writohesley to admire. Your skin looked so soft, and the way they looked when you sat made him want to dig his fingers into them so badly.

He could handle admiring your form, it wasn't the first time he had seen a beautiful woman in his life, he just had to put in a little more effort to stay focused.

He did almost lose his mind at one point though.

He was reading a dossier, holding it with his right hand and toying with his handcuffs with the other, spinning them around. He looked up at you once he was done to give you a new order but he caught you looking intently at his handcuffs, a light blush on your cheeks. Once you noticed his gaze, your eyes darted to his and you lightly cleared your throat, cheeks brightening. Oh, the dirty things that must have been going through your mind.

Ever since then, those same dirty fantasies have invaded Writohesley's mind, making his work, as well as something else, harder. All he could think of was cuffing you up and manhandling you.

He shook his head, bringing himself back to reality. Focus, Wrio, you need to finish this by noon.

"Is everything alright, sir?" You enquired, sitting across from him also handling a report file.

He looked up at you, his eyes locking onto yours. Your gaze was caring, worried, and so sweet.

He cleared his throat. "Yeah, um, could you get me some iced tea, please?" He needed something to soothe him as well as the growing heat in his pants.

"Of course!" You replied, a big smile on your face. You got up immediately and turned to make your way out of his office. You accidentally bumped some files on his desk in the process though, papers falling to the ground before you.

"I'm so, so sorry! I'll-I'll gather everything!" You stammered, bending down to pick up every loose paper and file, unintentionally flashing Writohesley while doing so.

He could see everything, the back of your exposed upper thighs, your beautifully shaped ass, your laced panties-covered crotch. Oh Archons, how could he keep his composure before such a sight?

Wriothesley cleared his throat again, this time to grab your attention. You squeaked, stood up, and spun around quickly, a messy pile of papers in hand. You were expecting to be scolded for your idiocy. You gulped as you looked into his darkening eyes, his face was deadly serious. You were done for.

"Don't think that what you just did is, let's say, inappropriate?" He questioned, a slight smirk emerging. Your terrified expression turned into a confused one, which he chuckled at. You weren't even aware of what you were doing to him, how cute.

"Your skirt is quite short you know, you should have kneeled down instead." Your eyes widened, realising what had just happened. You frowned and looked down, face becoming as red as a tomato. You placed your hands behind you, covering your behind with the papers.

"I-I'm sorry! I-... I didn't intend to give such a view..." You were so embarrassed you were barely able to pronounce the last part. You sighed ashamed. You wanted to dive into the deepest parts of the sea and stay there.

Toying with you was fun. "You know, it's not the first time your clothes have bothered me. To be fair, you sometimes dress quite inappropriately for work." He took out his handcuffs and began playing with them like last time, catching your attention once again. He grinned, canines showing. "Don't you think that, as your boss, I should reprimand you?"

You bit your lip, intrusive thoughts clouding your mind. That didn't go unnoticed, it only made his smirk grow wider.

"Go on, finish cleaning your mess up." He instructed, eyeing the rest of the papers on the floor. You did as told, kneeling down this time.

He got up from his chair as you placed the paper mountain on his desk. You watched carefully as he came up behind you, you didn't dare to turn around though.

"Hands behind your back."

"H-huh?" You turned your head to look at him, his frame hovering over yours, eyeing you down.

He cocked his eyebrow. "Want me to repeat? Hands behind your back." His voice was stern, he was doing his best to hide his lust.

You did as told, and soon enough you felt the cold feeling of metal around your wrists. He had handcuffed you. You choked a little on your breath, not expecting this to happen. Your darkest fantasies were coming to life, but you couldn't let your mind get the best of you, you were already embarrassed enough.

"You see, being naughty like that isn't very nice, you've been making things hard for me lately." He placed your hands on his clothed dick as he spoke, rubbing against them. Your breathing was shaky, and his pants felt so tight against him, that you couldn't help but imagine what he was hiding underneath.

"Since you're to help me, I thought you could also help me with this." He pressed his dick against your hands once more, letting out a shaky grunt. "Will ya?"

You nodded timidly, still not believing what was happening. "Good. Come on now."

He leads you back towards his desk as if he were leading a prisoner. Being treated this way was making you feel hot and bothered, but you loved it. He put his hands on your shoulders and with slight pressure instructed you to kneel down before his chair, which he would sit on soon after. He began undoing his belt, his pants coming soon after, all the while being attentively observed by you. He chuckled as he saw your big eyes look at his shielded cock, mouth agape with impatience. He finally slid his bottoms down a little, revealing his girthy dick to you, tip slightly swollen and shimmering with precum. You bit your lip at the sight, mouth-watering. He was so close, it was so close.

His hand came to caress your cheek tenderly. "Open your mouth for me, baby. Tongue out."

You opened up, tongue sliding out. You looked up at him, waiting for his next command. His hand travelled up to your hair, grabbing a handful lightly, before tugging your head down towards his dick.

As your tongue finally met his throbbing tip, you flicked it against it, tasting him. Salty but tasty. You began licking his tip, tongue swirling around it, pressing against his slit, doing all you can to take in all of that sweet precum. Wriothesley moaned lowly above you, hand caressing your hair now, encouraging you, praising you.

"Come on, don't be shy, take me in." Your mouth wraps around his wet tip, making its way down slowly. He was thick, but there was so much saliva that you were easily able to swallow him whole on the first way down, making him curse under his breath. You began slowly bobbing your head up and down, tongue against the underside of his dick.

"That's good baby, keep going." It felt so good he couldn't help but let his head fall back, breathy moans and curses leaving his lips as he tugged on your hair, instructing you to pick up the pace. You were doing your very best to go fast, but he was so big and your mouth so small that your cheeks began to hurt and so your pace began to falter.

He looked back down at you with glazy eyes, only to be met with lustful eyes looking back up at him, your mouth around his dick, drool dripping down from it. Fuck. The sight made something snap inside of him, it made him feral.

He got up from his chair, standing up before you, making sure your mouth never left his dick. You let out surprised noises around his cock, making him groan from the vibrations. He placed both his hands on your hair, gripping it hard enough to keep your head still and thrust into your mouth. You moaned around him with each thrust, both from pleasure and from slight pain, but mostly from pleasure.

"Look at me, baby." His husky voice sent electric shocks all day down to your core, making your thighs squeeze together. You looked up at him, the mere sight of his expression being almost enough to make you cream.

You look at him, tears in the corners of your eyes, cheeks red, drool all over, was enough to send him over the edge. He buried himself deep within your mouth and, with a loud groan, his cum sprung out onto your throat and into your mouth.

"Fuck." He panted, thrusting slowly to get every single last drop of his cum out before sliding out.

He grinned as he saw your puffed-out cheeks, your mouth filled with cum. He put his hand on your chin, grabbing it gently. "Swallow. All of it."

Your eyes widened at the command yet you swallowed the thick liquid without hesitation, small tears coming up from how weird it felt when it slid down your throat. He grinned and patted your head. "Good girl."

He picked you up from the floor with ease, making you gasp. He placed you down, feet on the floor, facing his desk, your legs against it. Your hands were still bound behind you, and your wrists started to ache a bit. He pressed up against your back, hands grabbing at your hips as he nuzzled your neck, taking in your fragrance. You tilted your head to the side, giving him enough room to pamper your neck with kisses. He licked long slow strips along your veins. You moaned, your core growing warmer with every passing second.

You felt something hard poke your hands, he was still hard. Mustering up some courage, you grabbed his cock with both your hands, it fits perfectly between them. You started pumping it, long slow, and sloppy strokes. He groaned against your neck, biting down hard. You both moaned and groaned, you from his sucking and biting on your neck, him from you pumping his dick.

He suddenly pulled his hips away, freeing his length from your heavenly grip. One of his hands went to your back, pushing your upper body downward against the table. "Stay there."

"Yes, sir." You whispered, body engulfed in pleasure.

He bent down, face in front of your clothed crotch. He pressed his nose against your wet panties. Oh, you smelled intoxicating. He pulled your panties and skirt down, the cold air of the room hitting your hot pussy suddenly, making you shiver.

Writohesley licked his lips as he admired you in all of your glory, folds glistening from how excited you were. He leaned forward, placing both his hands on your thighs, and lay his tongue flat on your pussy, licking slowly up.

"Mh, you taste so fucking good." He groaned against your folds, suckling on your sensitive bud. You were becoming a mess, unable to control the sounds leaving your body as he lapped at your wet pussy. You almost screamed when his teeth grazed your clit.

He suddenly got up, spanking you with one hand as he did. "Quiet down, will ya. Do you want everyone in the Fortress to know you were being bad? Do you want everyone to know that your boss is punishing you?"

You shook your head no frantically, going to bite your lower lip in order to keep quiet, but he placed one of his hands on your mouth all the way from behind. With his other hand, he pumped his length a few times before lining it up to your entrance, his tip getting wet as he pressed against you. He pushed inside you, not letting a single second go to waste. He needed you. Your moan was muffled by his strong hand, eyes rolling back. He was filling you up so well, touching your cervix with his tip with the first push. His other hand was on the handcuffs, holding them tight to keep you in place. He pulled almost all the way out, only leaving his head inside, and then snapped his hips forward, pushing back in violently.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” He whispered into your ear. Your little screams were silenced by his hand, he repeated the same movement over and over again, until you could barely hold yourself up, your legs trembling. His low grunts and your muffled sounds filled the room along with the wet obscene sounds your cunt was making with each thrust.

His grip on your mouth and chains suddenly tightened, his pace picking up. He was practically fucking you into his desk right now, each thrust more powerful than the last. You were barely keeping yourself together, drooling into his hand, eyes barely open, cheeks flushed; you were a mess beneath him, and he loved seeing you like this. With each thrust, he stroke all the good spots, making you come undone rapidly. The feeling of your cunt clamping down on him drove him crazy, he wanted more of it, more, more. 

“Look at your tiny cunt, hugging my dick so tightly. Are you coming for me, princess?” You could only moan and groan in response, making him chuckle at your condition. He kept going, his pace never slowing down, milking your pussy of its juices. 

After the second wave of full blown pleasure washed over you, your legs began to wobble, you couldn’t keep yourself up anymore and your knees started to bend. He didn’t let you fall though, he quickly let go of your face and hands and held you up by the hips effortlessly.

“We aren’t done yet babygirl.” The side of your face rested on the desk, your mouth agape, raspy, breathy moans leaving your mouth. Your throat was dry from all the screaming, you surely wouldn’t be able to talk properly afterwards. He pounded into you rapidly, his rhythm becoming sloppier with each passing moment, he was getting close too. For someone who had instructed you to be quiet, he sure was being loud now, but neither of you cared. 

“So good, so fucking good for me.” He groaned, leaning forward, placing his forehead on your shoulder. His rapid breathing on your back sent shivers down your spine. You felt another orgasm building up, and you knew Wriothesley was close too. 

“Wrio- I’m going to…” You could barely speak, every word you uttered being followed by loud gasps.

“I know, baby, I know. Just wait a little.” He hushed you, gripping your hips with so much strength his knuckles were turning white. After a few more pushes, he was losing it, groaning loudly on your shoulder. “Come for me, y/n. Come!”

You moaned loudly, your third climax hitting you like a truck. Your walls clenched his member, that was the last straw for him. He bit down on your shoulder, moaning as he did so. His cock pushed deep inside you and stopped there. His cum came spurting out into you, the warm and thick liquid filling you up, some even dripping out of you and onto the floor. 

After a short while, his teeth finally let go of your flesh and he pulled out slowly, more cum dripping onto the floor as he did so. You opened your eyes as best as you could and looked back hazeley only to find a flushed and panting Wriothesley trying to catch his breath, still holding you up.

He then picked you up and sat you down on the desk, taking a set on his chair afterwards. You both sighed of relief, finally relaxing a bit after that experience.

He looked at you and smiled kindly, then looked at the mark on your shoulder and his smile turned upside down. “Sorry about that.”

You put your hand on your shoulder, massaging it to soothe the stinging pain. “It’s okay, it isn’t too bad.” Your smile made his worries die out. 

You started to feel a bit chilly, after all your bottoms were still on the floor. Before moving to dress yourself, a question came to your mind. You looked him in the eyes. “So, should I stop dressing the way I do from now on?”

Writohesley smirks, his head resting on his fist. “I won’t forbid you from dressing the way you want, but you must assume the consequences that will come with it.” 

At first, you blush, knowing well what he was referring to, but then you return the smile, answering with a confident tone. 

“Oh don’t worry, I will.”

© wrayah, 2024

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

Someone will contact you by a hundred different aliases and then wonder where you get your nerve and expect you to apologize for somehow OFFENDING THEM. hahah ha ha haaaa

[fipindustries]

world building concept for an old stuffy aristocratic society:

transitioning is perfectly allowed and this society makes space for trans people but it works in very repressed ways. you are supposed to come out privately to your parents who will then make a formal announcement that their heir has "found a job abroad". you will take a trip to a little hospital/boarding school/retirement home far into the countryside where you will live for a year with other trans people transitioning, you will be given all the medical assitance needed as well as classes on how to properly perform your prefered gender. how to dress, how to talk, the little social niceties needed, etc.

afterwards when you return home your family will throw a little party to reintroduce you into society and to welcome you back where they will claim you are a "distant cousin" that [deadname] found abroad that your family now wants to sponsor and is going to become part of the family. all the needed paperwork is quietly taken care of in the background by very well paid lawyers.

absolutely everyone knows what "finding a job abroad" and "distant cousin" actually means but it is extremely impolite to ever bring it up out loud. at most some people will gossip about behind closed doors. no mention of your previous identity is ever made again, you are supposed to act as if you are 100% cis.

[sp00pypumpkins]

This is how I feel Zero would met player HAHHA, they werent prepared to face an adult human per se XD.

Au belongs to @asamary!

I am going to rant a bit about it under the cut.

He uses they/he pronouns

He is slightly smaller than catnap

So Zero was just in a intership for a short period before he found the truth and wanted to out it but they got him and turn him into a toy! When he found the truth he met the prototype but his fascination of gadgets and mechanism was stronger than feeling fear XD

He can produce energy via his emotions and on his own will if he is in good shape, he met the critters soon after, he was in charge of the time for movies or shows and story telling. His knowledge in mechanism made him be able to have more dinamic storytelling using tricks with lights and such.

Zero then loses their temper electrocuting a scientist not on purpose trying to stop them for taking more kids, in wich the scientist take notice and take him to the labs in wich he got experimented more and amplifying his production of electricity.

He then kept being experimented while being plugged to the facility providing electricity to a portion of it. He became a living generator.

The prototype then offered them to be part of the hour of joy by the promise of revenge and freedom and no more pain, he accepted and shut the facility down from electricity and closed the doors from many places trapping everyone inside.

Now this is where the the au and canon takes different paths

Since in canon Zero gets deceived by the Prototype and was kept as a generator for the prototype (basically he will still be used as a generator by the prototype) the prototype would carve a mouth in the shape of a smile on Zero so he can feed. Zero dislikes him after being betrayed.

In the au since the prototype just killed the scientists and the bad people, Zero is very loyal to the prototype and helps them finding the more bad people by hacking security cameras or websites, but he stays in the town most of the time.

In the au Zero lives in the basement of the aparment the critters live in (if they are in a building and not just a singular house lmao) He produces the energy of a portion of the city, if he doesnt their electricity would go hirewire, he just plugs himself at night and acumulates the electricity in the generators.

If there is a storm and ther ei s apower outage he can easily feed the building, you just need to wake him up and tell him about it.

Zero has 6 minicritters of themselfves in wich some are patrolling and some are around him, they are like security cameras in a way

They go around fixing a lot of stuff around town specially electronics,

He likes to create gadgets, toys or artwork from metal, thats why he would go to the dupmster zone to search for parts and bring them home, they find admiration how the prototype can dissamble an object to create another so he looks up to the prototype like a teacher.

He is usually in the background doing mundane fixes there and there, because he was isolated and the only contact was when they experimented on him, he gets veyr anxious around adult humans but with time you can see he is just a silly guy who adores affection he just doesnt know how to handle it yet.

I like to think they are the guy whom people go when something gets broken or need assitance with.

I really couldnt stop thinkning about the au, its 2 am but I probs forgot things.

If ya dont mind I shall keep doing lil comics about this au with my oc in it qwq

Now just a wip of a future ref I am making

Some fun facts:

He dislikes being touched in the back

The Prototype helped zero gain a mouth and get unplugged from the cables since it was a tedious and careful task.

The minicriters have different shapes (i forgot to put the x body marks on the square anthena minicrtitter :()

Simple shape on anthena= complex shape on body and vice versa.

He can speak human language very soflty but it feels off for him specially if he talks for to long it starts to hurt. (He normally talks in gibberish like puppycat from the show :D)

The stronger the emotion the more energy he can produce

If there are tvs plug on them or he touches them, he can comunicate with those using memories and replicating the voice from that memory (is like doing a collage of different voices and images in a tv) he can also project their dreams on tvs

He is very light

The scarf/coat is attached to them like part of their body.

They are protective of their friends he isnt very strong but will fight for them

He gets sometimes ghost pains in their back, the scale of pain depends of the day

ANYWAYS thats it me thinks I shall make lil comics about all the facts and other stuff other times qwq

If u read everything, thank you and hello! Hope u have a good day :D

Also sorry about the grammar and writting english is not first language and its 2 am HAHAHA

They have a hard time hidding how they really feel because the color their anthena, eyes and stars may change by how he feels

He tries to always stay calm and with right composure but he is actually very emotional, he just had learn how to manage the emotions

[jayburdxx]

Take Care.

Shigaraki x GN reader

CWs: pure fluff, a tiny bit of angst if you squint, swearing, blue hair shiggy, romanticizing a healthy skincare routine

Rating: E for everyone

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You joined the league later than the rest, but you held a very important role there - a medic. Despite your label as a healer, though, you were no less of an asset to the team as the rest of the members. You just had a certain.. fire in you. Brave, loyal, and fierce, but so gentle when you were tending to your team's wounds.

You tried to be the most gentle with your boss, Tomura Shigaraki.

He was.. tough to treat. He was avoidant of your touch. Scared of it, it seemed. Even the cold hearted Dabi let you wrap up gashes on his arms without much fight, but Tomura always flinched and tensed the rare times he accepted your assitance. The first few months of your presence, this was the case. But you didn't give up. That was something he liked about you. Your determination. He was still tense and twitchy, but slowly, he became much more agreeable with your care. Recently, he's even been putting aside Father to show you his face.

Today was rough for him. The stress of the last failed plan was tearing at him, and you could tell by the way he was scratching his skin raw. You were saddened everytime you watched his skin flake and trickles of blood fall from his scratch marks thoughout the day. But now that night was falling, you had managed to convince your stubborn boss to sit across from you in your makeshift medical bay in the base, the others not disturbing you.

"Your skin's been getting worse."

Father rested beside him on the metal table. You heard him grumble at your remark, followed by the sound of more itching.

You emerged from the bag you were rooting through, producing bandages and a small tube of cream. You stood and walked towards him with the tube and gauze in hand.

"I got my hands on something that'll help, though. the dryness and the itching."

"..Really?"

"Yes, really. It's just some carmine lotion, so it isn't too strong, but it should still help a lot."

Tomura eyed the tube curiously while you put it down beside him and reached for the alcohol wipes on your side table.

"This'll sting for a second."

You spoke softly once you brought the wipe to his neck and gently brushed his wounds. You felt him jolt and heard a small wince from him, but nothing more. It must have been a sensitive area. He avoided making eye contact. But that was quite usual for him, at least when it came to you. You applied the pads where they were needed and wrapped the gauze snugly around his neck to keep them in place.

"This should keep you from opening the scabs back up.."

You picked up the tube and unscrewed the cap, looking up at Shigaraki before you made your next move. It startled him when you looked into his eyes like that. Your eyes were so gentle, so different from how they looked in action. It always makes his heart skip a beat when they meet.

"Do you want to apply it yourself or should I?"

He took a moment locked onto your eyes, then he looked away and shrugged.

"You're the doctor here."

He tried to relieve some of his nervous tension by scratching, but he quickly put his hand back down when he remembered you had just covered those spots.

You smiled in acknowledgement. A very small smile, but a smile. He liked your smile. He couldn't place why. You squeezed some of the substance into your hands and reached for Shigaraki's face, but stopped.

".. It's okay if I touch you?"

He froze for moment. You had let him know beforehand so he wasn't startled, sure, but you had never explicity asked permission to touch him before. No one had. Maybe you could see how tense he was. Maybe you knew he didn't like to show his face, let alone have it touched. But whatever the reason, it made his breath hitch in his throat and a very brief, sharp wave of something foreign washing through his chest. The fact you cared enough to take his comfort into consideration. Of course, you were a doctor, that was your job.. but the way you had done it.. it was like you *valued* his comfort. His feelings.

He slowly nodded, closing his eyes and tensing in nervous antitipation. And your hands went to work on his cheeks first. Shigaraki could feel his heart fluttering. Your hands were warm, soft, and so, so gentle.. and gradually, he relaxed with a small exhale through his nose as he realized it was okay. As your warm fingers glided over his dry skin, he felt like he was in heaven. It had been so long since he felt such a careful touch. He hated that he liked this so much. The healing ointment your hands left behind made his skin tingle in a strangely nostalgic way. He could very vaguely remember this feeling, when his mother would apply his medications every morning as a child.. but before he could fully recall the memory, you stopped. He opened his eyes to find you with a worried expression. He realised he had been breathing quite heavily and shakily and was leaning into your touch.

"You ok? How does it feel?"

".. Better."

You smiled again, bigger this time. A smile of accomplishment.

"Good."

Then you took your hands away, and his skin was cold again. It disappointed him. He felt the urge to grab your wrists and place your soft palms back onto his cheeks. He could've stayed like that forever..

You glanced down at his hands, partially covered by the artist gloves you had given him to wear so he wasn't accidentally destroying things left and right. Then you looked back up at him.

"It's bad on your hands too, isn't it..?"

The mention of his hands made him twitch. He didn't want you touching his hands. He'd hurt you. He didn't want to hurt you

His face twisted.

"Why do you care so much anyway? I can do my job perfectly fine without all this fucking pampering."

He tried to scratch again, but grunted in frustration when he realised yet again he couldn't access his neck. His sudden biting words caught you a bit off guard, but you weren't phased. Shigaraki was unpredictable by nature, prone to tantrums and lashing out. You took a moment thinking about how to phrase your answer.

"Because you're my boss.. and my freind. And I care about you. And I don't like to watch you hurt yourself."

Your tone was both sincere and matter-of-fact. You weren't bothered by his sudden outburst at all. You never were. It frustrated him. No matter how much he tries to drive you away, you never fucking budge. But, deep inside, it made him love you all the more. he thought, and then he sighed.

"Why?"

"Mm.. I don't know. It's not like I can help it."

There was a tense silence for a moment as he bored his ruby eyes into you. Then he looked away. He always relented under your stare.

"... Fine..."

He grumbled his words, but he took his gloves off. You perked up. He refused to look at you, but he was still complying, and that's all you cared about. Really, he just wanted more of your touch, no matter what he had to do to get it.

"It's like you have a death wish."

"I'll be careful."

You reached for one of his hands, and carefully began massaging in the ointment. You took the opprtunity to explore. Running your fingers along all his callouses, finding spots his muscles knotted and gently pressing them. His nails were overgrown and jagged, and you thought about offering to cut them later. You noticed his fingers jerked away from you when your own got too close, even though he kept his pinkie curled up so all 5 couldn't touch you anyway.

You did the same to his other hand. By the time you were done... you noticed he was completely relaxed. Slouched on the table, head on his free hand, eyes half closed. Still alert.. but calm. The calmest you've ever seen him, actually. He hadn't gone to scratch once. You felt a little bad having to tell him it was now 2 in the morning and you both needed to get some rest.

"It's getting late. I should be heading to bed soon, tomorrow's another big day, remember?"

He jolted up from your sudden voice. He grunted softly in response, already missing your hands on his skin.

"It takes a few hours to fully soak in, so I reccomend you put it on after you shower."

He hid the extent of his dissapointment that you were implying this was only a one time thing, but you still noticed. You weren't stupid. Tomura Shigaraki, the symbol of fear, had practically been putty in your hands for the past hour.

".. You can always come to me if you need help applying it, though.. and make sure you're in here tomorrow so i can redress your bandages."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile after you turned away.

He could get used to this..

[redfluffz]

Here are some Sera scribbles ✨️

I always asked myself why Sera is behaving so restrained and distant. Well I hc that she wasn't always like this ... when she was created she was very cheerful and motivated, but also dutiful and reliable.

So what could happened?

She was created to become an assitant for Lucifer. An assitant is responsable for ensuring that his "master" is always up to date, that he fulfills his tasks on time and according to the instructions/terms and that all his masters wishes got fulfilled. And this was probably the most happy time for her. She had a wonderful "master", that soon became something like a little brother to her ... you know, because she had constantly getting him out of trouble. And he's making silly things and is just a clown and make her laugh.

Well and when Luc was banned from heaven, she was also held responsable for Luc fall. So not only she lost one of the persons she cared the most about, no she was blamed for not taking action to prevent Luc from his "sins".

So of course she is afraid of losing Emily to the almost same things ... and her distant behaviour is the result of the always watching eyes and threads from "above" ...

But what do you think?

[owlyjules]

Alright little ramblings about famicom detective club!

Super Light spoilers ahead for "the girl who stand behind"

.....

ALRIGHT!

Firstly I want to open with the fact I love the game so far and loved "the missing heir" from the same serie. They are 80s and 90s games remake so I understand some creative descisions about why the main character is 17 in "the missing Heir" and 15 in "the girl who stand behind"...

However...

Holyshit!!

THAT DETECTIVE UTSUGI??

HE FOUND A 15 YRS OLD RUNAWAY WITH MISSING PARENTS AND WAS LIKE

"Its free real estate Assitant!"

Then I tought ok i guess its fine if he helps him a bit but then not even 20 min in HE BRINGS HIM TO SEE A DEAD BODY!!??

And then I thought "oh the mystery must be happening in the school the detective enrolled his 15 YEARS OLD ASSISTANT HE TOOK IN FROM THE STREET AT BUT NOOOO!" THE KID IS WORKING FULL TIME ON DETECTIVE WORK/MURDER CASE ALONE, SLEEPING AT THE OFFICE AND NOT GOING TO SCHOOL!

Like omg can someone make sure the kid gets all of his meals and proper sleep??

My guy!!

PLEASE just a bare minimum of care for the kid you took in please?XD

[genshindreamer]

My child, the best?nurse ever!

Aka: They get injured and you "help".

Tw: Burning in Kaeyas, broken bones in Diluc's, Dottore being his own warning, prejudice in Itto's, infected wounds in Childe's, near death in Thoma's, Amputee! Gorou, OOC Dottore (I have no idea how it happened), mentions of reader having ears and tail on Gorou's, light Angst in Scaramocuhe's

Key: (m/n)= Mothers name, (y/n)= Your name

Translations: Baba=Father

I think reader is like 4-7, old enough to know they're hurt. But not old enough to really understand how to actually help yet.

Also thank you guys for almost 300 Followers! I was thinking of adding one these as a new dad for 300 followers. So please let me know who you'd like out of these on the straw poll Whoever gets the most votes gets added!

Voting is now over!

Kaeya

It had been a fairly simple thing, really. Dispatch some Abyss Mages, report back to Jean, coast clear, go back home.

Only these were the types of mages that were kind of annoying becusee they actually had some braincells to rub together.

So your father got a pretty nice burn on his torso.

They doctor figured he could be back out in a few weeks, but when he first got the burn, it hurt like hell!

Your mother was playing his sexy Beautiful Nurse.

Luckily you were there to be the most adorable little Assitant Nurse!

You came home from school and found your father relaxing in his chair after your mother so kindly changes the wraps around his torso.

"Daddy!" You grinned and ran to him.

He smiled and opened his arms.

You jumped into his arms, making him grunt.

"Careful, Snpwdrop, Daddy's still a little tender." He said, looking at you sweetly.

"Sorry..." you pouted and wrapped your arms around him.

Kaeya smiled and kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arms around you.

"Daddy feel better?" You looked up at him.

Kaeya chuckled softly. "Your hugs make it all better, (y/n)."

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Diluc

Diluc got hurt quite a lot sadly, thanks to him being the hero after all.

Usually, they were just cuts or scrapes.

But everyone In a while, and he gets more seriously injured.

Like in this case, he broke his ankle.

Meaning he was in a cast for a while.

And your mother got the wonderful job of reminding Diluc that "no. You can't fight right now, you're just going to have to trust the KoF"

And you, were her backup.

"Come on Diluc, you can't go out. You're still in a cast." (M/n) said as she pushed him into bed. "Mondstat can survive a few months."

"You sure about that?" He half joked.

"I'm positive. Jean and the others are just as capable, as you." (M/n) said, sitting beside him and tracing patterns on his chest.

He rolled his eyes. "And the Tavern? Who's going to keep Kaeya and Venti from robbing the place?" At this point, he was just looking for an excuse. Grumpy man.

Your mother rolled her eyes and got up, walking away for a bit before returning with you. She gently threw you on the bed and crawled in bed too.

Diluc rolled his eyes but naturally wrapped his arms around you both. "My weakness..."He grumbled.

"I know." Your mother replied, laughing softly.

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Zhongli

Again, Zhongli hasn't been hurt in some time, especially when he had his gnosis.

Even now, years after he gave it up, he sometimes forgets that fact and will overestimate his abilities.

And those Lawlachurls are usually when he overestimates his abilities.

Zhongli managed to escape, but not without breaking a couple ribs.

Luckily, he had a cure little nurse.

"Baba okay?" You asked as you walked in to his bedroom early one morning. Well....early for you, your father had been up for hours.

He looked up from his book and smiled a bit. "I am fine, little one."

You walked closer to the edge of the bed and Zhongli glanced over to his wife before back to you. He smiled a bit.

"Anything I can do to help?" You asked sweetly.

Zhongli hummed in thought. "Think you can make baba some tea?" He asked. He had shown you how not long ago, after all, it was a very important skill.

You wandered to the kitchen and, using the step stool, began to carefully make the tea your baba wanted. You knew he had a fondness for Honey in his tea so you guessed the amount he put in.

You then made yourself some too, and took a cautious sip. You made a face but took another sip, and another. You wanted to be just like your baba and that involved you liking tea.

Shrugging, you brought the tea back to your Baba and presented it to him.

Zhongli chuckled fondly and carefully leaned down to pick you up, grunting. You were almsot to big for such things.

He sipped his tea and red, and you tried to follow along with what he was reading, but you were still pretty young and the words flew over your head.

Zhongli smiled a bit. "Would you like me to read to you?"

You nodded and cuddled up, eventually falling asleep to his deep, soothing voice.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Xiao

This man is so stubborn when he's injured its not even funny.

He was stubborn before you came along, and after?

He never wanted you to see him be weak!

Which works great until you land on your back wrong. (Old man!)

So he was put out of commission for a few days.

Xiao groaned as he rose out of bed, cringing at the ache in his back. Was he getting out of shape? Or did he just get weak? Why did his back hurt so much? It's not like he hadn't landed on it before.

Granted, it usually wasn't on a very sharp rock that could have impaled him.

You panted out once he finally got sat up just hanging off the edge of the bed. Your mother had gone out to get more medicine for him from Baizhu.

You, being the curious 5 year old you were, opened the door and walked in.

"(Y/n)...you shouldn't be here..." Xiao grumbled but didn't....couldn't, do anything to stop you.

"Baba's hurt. I want to help." You said firmly. You walked further in the room and hopped on the bed.

"Hmg...careful." Xiao grunted out as you jostled the bed a bit too much. He took deep, controlling breaths.

You looked at the scars that littered your fathers presently bare torso, including the new one, located dangerously close to his spine.

You traced them all and Xiao turned to watch you, but didn't stop you.

Finally, you reached the new scar, and his back was all tense and hard where the rest of it was relatively soft.

Hesitantly, you applied pressure and watched your father groan. You remembered watching your mother do this for him yesterday so you began to mimic her motions. Of course, you didn't really help, but you also weren't not helping.

Xiao hissed in mild pain but looked at you fondly. He appreciated the gesture, even if it wasn't nearly as effective as your mother's.

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Kazuha

Being a Samurai, or at least, an ex-Samurai, your father didn't usually get hurt.

But that didn't mean it was impossible.

And honestly, he probably deserved this one.

See....he was walking out on some ice and slipped in just the wrong way, fracturing his wrist.

Honestly his pride was hurt more than anything.

Kazuha was sat on the sofa writing poetry to pass the time. Your mother was out tending to her garden when his arm began acting up, causing him to make a face.

You looked up from where you were trying your hand at Poetry with your father (it wasn't going too well).

You got up, wordlessly, and wandered to the kitchen and carefully prepared some tea woth herbs you knew your mom used to help your father, and you brought it over carefully.

"Daddy, I made this for you." You said.

Kazuha turned away and smiled at you presenting a far too large cup of tea, but who was he to scold you for a gesture so sweet?

"Ah, thank you, Bug." He smiled, ruffling your hair affectionately. He sipped the tea. It was a little too strong for him, but it wasn't by any means something he'd reject. You made it after all!

You sat next to him and cuddled up to him. "Daddy feel better?"

"Much."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Venti

It's something that rarely happens. He prefers to do bard jobs, but sometimes he'll go with the traveller or the adventures guild.

And this can lead to him getting hurt. Usually though, the wounds fade.

But sometimes, he gets a little more injured.

It wasn't his week to have you, but your mother was out on a date (why did Venti feel jealous?) So he got you.

But he was also stabbed by a hillichurl so he had a nice limp.

"Daddy!" You grinned, running to him. He caught you in his arms and grunted a bit.

"Careful, Birdie. I hurt a little bit." He said, looking at you.

You tilted your head. "Hurt?"

"Yeah." He said, taking your hand and walking with you, trying to hide his limp.

You hummed and once you arrived at his apartment, you pushed him on the couch. "Sit." You ordered.

"Hm? (Y/n), what are you doing?" He asked.

"Daddy hurt and limping. So sit. I'm your nurse." You declared, and Venti let out his signature giggle.

"Alright, Birdie."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Albedo

Sometimes, Albedo has to protect his lab from hillichurls. Nothing unusual.

But he got outnumbered and ended up getting hurt pretty badly.

Your mother went to town to get him some medical supplies since they used what they had at the lab.

You stayed with your father

"You need anything?" You asked, looking at where your father was sat on the sofa, holding his side.

Albedo smiled as he looked at you. "I'll be fine, (y/n)." He said.

You frowned at him, seeing how he still clearly hurt. You gently pushed him to lay down and Albedo looked puzzled.

You walked over to the cabinet in the small shack and pulled out the bandaid usually reserved for you, given they had some cute design on them. You walked back over and lifted your fathers shirt up, exposing his abdomen.

Albedo held hurt shirt up and watched as you put your bandaid on his new scab from the sword the hillichurl wielded.

You put the bandaid over it and kissed it, like your father did for you when you got hurt.

"Thank you." Albedo said, laughing softly.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Itto

This man is clumsy as shit, tell me otherwise. I dare you.

So it's not too unusual to see him hurt

However, what is unusual is seeing his reaction to beans.

He was just midning his own business when some jerk decided to just throw beans at him. And then his buddies joined in.

And Itto ran to the safety of home, and his girlfriend.

"Itto! You okay?!" (M/n) said, running to him and pulling the normally big and strong Oni in her arms. She held his trembling form as the reaction worked its way through him.

"Just some beans. Nothing that...won't go away..." He mumbled.

Your mother frowned. Why couldn't people understand her Oni wasn't a bad guy? Sure, he was a little stupid, and maybe even dense, but he just...was so sweet and loving. Just loud, really.

You heard the commotion and wandered out from your room, holding your stuffed Ushi your mother had made.

"Oh no...Sweetie....you probably don't want to see this...." Itto said. Truthfully, he wasn't sure he got the beans fully off of him and he wasn't sure if you were as allergic to them as he was, and he didn't want to find out.

You however, didn't listen to him and made your way closer, seeing your father was lightly burned in some small spots.

You frowned and hugged him, making Itto tense, but he relaxed once he saw you weren't reacting to it. He held you in his strong bicep.

"Daddy okay?" You asked, looking up at him.

"Yeah. I'm much better now." He said. And it was true. You just had such magic little hugs!

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Ayato

Being a figure of nobility in Inazuma meant Ayato always had a target on his back, especially by organizations such as the Fatui.

He had been walking alo g the beach when he got ambushed by the Fatui.

Thankfully, he managed to take them out, but his usually white outfit was stained by red at his hip where he had been stabbed.

He sat on the bed while your mother, who thankfully had been a medic back in the day, was stitching him up.

He hissed a bit in pain, but watched as you made your way to him. "(Y/n)...you shouldn't have to see this." He said.

You shook your head and carefully climbed on the bed and hugged your father, laying on the bed with him as your mother kept working, a fond smile gracing her beautiful features.

Ayato smiled a bit but didn't squeeze you or anything through his stitching process. He instead ran his fingers through your hair and kissed your forehead.

Your mother smiled and cut the remaining thread and wrapped the wound. "There." She said.

Ayato carefully rolled over onto his back, holding you in one arm and opening the other. "You want to join?"

Your mother laughed softly and wrapped her arms around him, and Ayato held his small family in his arms and gazed at your mother with a loving look.

Hmm....maybe once he heals he should consider expanding the family?

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Childe

Being a Harbringer isn't exactly the safest job out there.

Especially for someone as battle hungry as Childe.

So it wasn't unusual for him to come woth a few new scars to add to thr collection.

That being said, it was unusual for him to faint at the door.

"Ajax!" Your mother yelled in surprise in caught her husband before he would have fell.

You watched, whimpering. Did your daddy die? Your little mind just could process.

"(Y/n), cam you grab the first aid kit under the sink in our bathroom?" She asked while she got your father on the bed.

You nodded and walked to your parents bedroom and them into the bathroom, opening the cabinet and grabbing the white box, and wandering back out. "Here mama!" You said.

Your mother smiled and looked over your fathers body for wounds and saw a pretty bay infected one.

"Stupid Harbringer..." She mumbled under her breath.

"What?" You tilted your head.

"Nothing! Nothing!" Your mother chuckled nervously.

She quickly cleaned the wound after draining the pus (ew). She stitched it closed, thankful she had gotten pretty good at patching your fathers wounds.

She threw away what she used and sighed, covering Ajax with a blanket.

You smiled and snuggled into him for warmth, manipulating him so his arm rested over you.

Your mother gave a soft look, watching the scene.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Thoma

He was doing some errands around Inazuma, as per usual

That was, until a group of Treasure Hoarders ambushed him. There was so many of them and Thoma was only one man

So for as good of a fighter he was, he got overwhelmed and defeated.

He was lucky that Yoimiya found him.

How long had it been? Was his first thought as he opened his eyes, finding himself in a hospital. He swallowed thickly and shakily tried to sit up, but he gave out, collapsing back on the bed.

"Be careful, Lovie." Your.mother sais, walking over to him. "You've been out for a couple of weeks...."

Thoma went pale. A couple weeks? How were you then? Did you know?

Your mother laughed softly. "They're fine." She assured. "I just didn't want them to see you like that. But since you're awake, I will bring them tomorrow." She assured.

Thoma relaxed slightly.

....

The next day, your mother brought you to your fathers hospital room, where he was shakily eating some Ramen.

He took one final mouthful and swallowed the noodles before setting the bowl aside. "Come here!"

You grin and ran to him, and he lifted you onto his he'd and kissed your cheek, and you giggled at the feel of his stubble.

"Daddy!" You grinned and Thoma nuzzled you. "Missed you!"

Thoma felt his heart burst with cuteness. "Missed you too." He replied and held you close, squeezing you gently.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Gorou

Since he wasn't a general anymore, he very rarely, if ever, battled anything anymore.

He just wasn't as limber as he used to be with two prosthetics.

But, sometimes, he'd get phantom pains.

Those days were rough on the poor doggy general.

Gorou hayes the mornings he woke up feeling like his stumps burned. Like he could feel them being sawed off.

They used to happen all the time, but hadn't had the phantom pains in a long while.

His ears flattened in pain, whimpering softly. Dammit. He was so weak...

(M/n) woke uo, and rolled over to look at him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind and Gorou turned to her.

"It's okay." She said softly. "You just relax today, you've earned it." She said, sitting up.

"I didn't mean to wake you..." He said softly.

She just kissed his cheek and got up to make breakfast.

You woke up to the smell of food and frowned seeing your father wasn't making breakfast like usual. "Daddy?"

Your mother looked up. "He's having a rough day. I was going to make his favorite breakfast today, want to help?"

You nodded and helped your mother make breakfast, and you carefully carried the wooden tray of food to their bedroom.

Gorou perked his ears up hearing his two favorite people enter the room, and he saw the breakfast. "Aww...you guys..."

You smiled, tail wagging, as you went to your father and presented the tray.

He smiled and took the tray on his lap and admired the sweet gesture before you and your mother joined him in bed, sandwhiching him in between you two, not that he minded.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Scaramouche

Scaramouche thought he knew pain.

But when he went to Sumeru and got his gnosis ripped out from him just after your 5th birthday?

He was lost. Utterly lost.

He returned home, defeated. Weak.

He lost his purpose.

He walked in the door, quietly. He didn't want to wake you guys. He clutched his chest, feeling how empty it was. It was like his heart was ripped from his chest.

Who was he anymore? He wasn't the sixth Fatui Harbringer anymore. He wasn't a puppet cast aside. And he sure as hell didn't deserve the title of 'dad'.

He felt as though he had been reset. Perhaps he had.

He heard footsteps and saw (m/n), the only person to never cast him aside when by all rights she should have.

She didn't say anything, just gave a face of pity and walked to him, wrapping her arms around him and cradling him, running her fingers through his hair.

Scaramouche broke down, crying. Finally letting his walls crumble to ruins.

(M/n) startled before tightening her grip on him and rubbing his back.

"Who am I?" He asked her, although muffled by her soft chest.

"Well, I'm not sure I'm the one who can answer that question, Scara, that something you'll have to figure out for yourself." She said softly.

He sighed softly and held her close before hearing you.

"Dad!" You greeted and ran to.him, and Scara felt his heart skip a beat. He didn't say anything when you approached and joined the hug. He didn't push you away, in fact, he held you close.

....

Months passed, and Scaramouche's mind was still a haze, but when he saw you wear his old fat, that was, far too big for your head, he gave a fond chuckle as you stumbled to.him, unable to see over the brim.

He gently lifted it up so he could see your face. You beamed at him and Scaramocuhe smiled. Maybe....maybe he did deserve one title.

Dad.

Next he knew, he felt a weight in his hand and looked to see an anemo vision, and you grinned.

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

Dotorre

He wasn't usually sent out in the field, despite being a harbringer. He was far better served in a Labratory.

If he was called out, he usually would send a clone.

But the Tsarista requested him personally to deal with the Traveller in Fontaine, to slow them down.

And he obliged.

Needless to say, the traveller defeated him, not without a few wounds themselves, but Dottore was simply no match anymore.

He managed to find his way back to his lab, thanks to a teleporter he had built in his lab.

You mother had been keeping an eye on his expiraments for him, mostly his test subjects. Series, when she was particularly impatient, she'd remind them that they were locked up with a mad scientist and his equally mad lab assistant. (You really think she'd get with Dottore with a completely sane mind?)

But she turned seeing Dottore appear, clutching his side. It was bleeding, and quite badly. His face was pale, and getting paler by the second.

"Dottore!" She said in surprise but caught him as he stumbled towards her as if drunk. He wasn't in good shape, that was for certain.

She carefully let him use her as a crutch as she got him to a more private part of thr lab. She began to get IV full of various medications attached to him. And one of spare blood.

She waited for the pain medication to kick in before she began to patch him up.

Luckily for her, Dottore made some strong ass medicine. Unfortunately, it made it's subjects higher than a kite.

He mumbled, mostly nonsense about the traveller and how annoying they were, before he finally turned to her. "I missed you." He said.

She looked up, startled. She smiled a bit. "I missed you too." She continued to stitch him up.

He watched her carefully, and sighed a bit.

He stayed silent until she finished. He could feel himself slipping away to unconscious, his body needing to heal.

"I...." His voice was slurring. "I love you...(m/n)"

Your mother paused, turning to him. She wanted to believe what he said, so badly. But...he wasn't in the right state of mind.

"Id love to hear all about it, when you're not hooked up to Morphine." Was her simple response.

.....

Dottore woke up the next day, seeing all the medications he no longer was hooked up too. His body hurt like he had been hit by a meteorite.

He rubbed his head, and the scene from last night popped into his mind. He pursed his lips, but he didn't push the idea out of his mind, either, like he usually did.

(M/n) was special to him, he knew that much. You think he would have had a child with her (or rather, give her a choice if she wanted to have the child?) If he didn't?. But love? A strong word. But the evidence was strong.

He sighed, confused, but looked up as you walked in.

He chuckled seeing you had what appeared to be homework in your hands.

"(Y/n)....what is that you got?" He asked, sitting up a bit.

"Science." You said, pouting. "The teacher explained it funny..."

"Is that so?" He mused. "Why don't you come up here, little one?" He pat the spot next to him and you beamed at the opportunity.

Usually, your father didn't let you get so close to him. Sure, a pat on the head here, maybe even a hug on your birthday, but outright inviting you close? You weren't going to waste the opportunity.

You climbed up next to him and kept a distance, but shyly scooted closer after a moment, shocked he didn't push you away.

"Now, what is it?" He looked at you and you showed him the paper. He read it over. The paper was simply on the science of the water cycle and nature.

Sure, not a field he was known for, but he was a smart man, and in all fairness, you were only 6 so this was basic stuff to him.

He wrapped an arm around you as he explained it to you.

Your mother walked in on the scene and she stopped, stunned.

Dottore looked at her as he watched you write the summery you two had worked on together for the paper. "What?"

"Nothing...it's just..." She stammered

"Not what you expected....?" He supplied.

She nodded, hesitant.

He chuckled. "I suppose that's to be expected. Being away...it made me raise a few things about myself I had been avoiding." He said, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

He then turned to her. "Nothing I said last night was a lie."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────●

Omg how did Dottore's get so long? I was just vibing I guess lol? It's funny, I always swore I'd hate that man yet I think I actually fell in love with him instead.

[dollymaniac]

Take care ♡

Pairing: Gn! Reader x Leon Kennedy.

Tags: Hurt & comfort, fluff, no use of Y/N

Summary: You have a panic attack, and can't stop crying. Leon comes in to help you calm down and after, to help you feel like a person again, by helping you shower.

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You sat back in the sofa, something had caused you to go into panic mode. You tried hard to get the oxigen into your lungs, but it almost felt like they were rejecting the air you desperately try to get in. In response, your heart panicked and began beating like a maniac, feeling the rythm bang and Rumble kn your ears. The fear became impossible as tears came flooding in, fat streams rolling down your face.

You felt like you were dying.

You begin to listen to muted mumbles outside of your own headspace, but they were too drowned out in the sounds of your heart becoming like a drummer inside of you.

Finally, you heard it.

"Baby!" It was Leon, he had sat down Infront of You, concern running through his eyes as he placed a hand on your shoulder "Hey! Hey! Can you do something for me?" You nodded, still being a river of tears.

"Can you tell me three red things you see?"

You looked up, Heart still rumbling through your eardrum, and looked around with your eyes as you tried to locate the objects he asked for.

"The…. The apple" you pointed slowly to it, a red apple sitting in the fruit bowl on the Dinner table.

"Good, what else?" He asked drying off a tear.

You looked around again.

"The refrigerator pin" your breath slowly relaxing into a normal rythm, and your heart no longer stunning you, clearing your vision and sorroundings.

"One more babe" he said gently.

And again, you took a look in the room. Looking up and down as to try and pin point something red again, which was more difficult than what you would hace expected. Finally your eyes focused.

"The… Roses" a small vessel containing an assorted bouquet of red roses, lily of the Valley and small yellow flowers you didn't quite recognize, was the final focuse for you.

"there we go"

You noticed; you had stopped crying, stopped shaking, you could see and listen clearly again. And you saw that, in your panic, you had become a mess from your prior, clean look.

"Breath" Leon spoke up, grabbing gently at your chin "Slow" he began to do so, like guiding you how to be alive again.

You finally were able to regain composture "L-leon, i thought you were on a mission" you responded confused.

"It was over quicker than we expected"

He smiled gently at you, stroking your cheek while drying off the last tears that came from you. You're gaze softened as you finally came to your senses and began to relax under his touch, still, you were sniffling.

"Sorry" you apologized like it was a crime to have a crisis, he gently shushed, mentioning you didn't have anything to apologize over.

. . . .

After you were completely calm, Leon brought you a cup of warm tea, hoping to bring back some of the heat into your body, that felt cold to his touch.

"You want to tell me what happened baby?"

You shook your head no, and drank the tea silently, you really couldn't even talk about it if you wanted, because you didn't know why it happened in the first place.

After a while if silence, and you having finished the Drink, Leon stood up and said gently "You want to clean yourself up?" With a smile.

"Yeah"

He responded back with carrying you to the bathroom. Slowly undressing you while whispering "im here" and "it's ok now". Taking off your clothing, slowly kissing your shoulder, chest and Legs, assiting you as you removed your underwear and got into the bath, he followed behind you, removing his own clothing.

The Tap was opened and the stream of warm water came in, hitting your back. Leon took the shower head and began passing it around you, letting your hair soak up the water. After a while he closed the tap.

"It's ok, let me help you" He took over the shampoo and put it on his hand, to then go in with your hair, massaging you scalp gently, being so close, it Almost felt like an embrace. He kissed your forehead. Telling you not ro worry, you are ok, and he's here. It was a relaxing moment, where he just cared about cleaning you up, and pamper you. You never would have believed something like a shower could be so intimate.

As he gently massaged at your skin kissing it, before passing soap around, telling you how pretty you were and how much he loved you.

You couldn't find how to tell him that you loved him too, but you knew he felt it, and that right now he was focusing on being the support, not being on equal terms in words of affection.

He once told you.

"Sometimes, I'm going to need you. And won't be able to give you a hundred percent of myself. Sometimes, I'll need you to take care of me after a particularly hard mission, or maybe a bad day in general.

But sometimes it will be reversed, and sometimes you will need me, you won't be able to give me a hundred percent of yourself and that, is ok. Sometimes youll be scared or sad and you will need me to be your rock.

And i hope you know, I won't mind it when it happens, i will take care of you as you would to me"

You never really understood it until now, now he was aware you couldn't give anything in return, now he knew it was his time to be the rock and comfort you, just like you did when he cameback exhausted from missions.

He carefully took care of you, helped you back into feeling like a normal person, telling you how strong and Pretty you are.

As he rinsed off the soap and shampoo, he would kiss the areas that where no longer covered and gently pass his hands around you to make sure it was off.

He finally looked back at you, and in complete silence he gave you a soft, long and sweet kiss, to then wrap you in a towel and help you out into the bedroom.

You smiled at him, feeling much better and finding a little more strength in yourself, as you got dressed into your pijamas, and brushed your hair while he saw, he spoke again.

"I love you Dear, And I'm going to take care of you when you can't do it by yourself".

As you sat and layed down on the bed besides him, he pulled you and kissed your forehead again. Letting you drift into sleep in his safe hold.

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A/N: Thank you for reading. You have a right to need help, and it's ok to let yourself be helped out, sometimes, we need someone else to help us feel like a real person again <3.

[emiliosandozsequence]

"at least not just anyone can become a doctor"

no that's the thing and the reason so many doctors are shitty and not taking care of the people who need their assitance most: anyone CAN become a doctor as long as they get good grades lmao. a doctor with a D grade still passes and gets their license. and, frankly, if there was ever a profession where you should be required to get at LEAST a B grade to get your license....I WOULD SAY IT WOULD BE ANYTHING TO DO WITH PEOPLE'S HEALTH.

[wangxianficrecs]

Amid the Frost by LtLJ

Amid the Frost

by LtLJ

G, 5k, Wangxian

Summary: The Yiling Patriarch's demonic cultivation sect is invited to help fight a massive waterborne abyss. Exhausted and half-drowned from battling ghouls, Wei Wuxian meets Hanguang-jun. Kay's comments: This is an AU of an AU, basically, it was inspired by LtLJ's series "Fated", which I [and Mojo] also absolutely adore [Mojo's Rec]. Wei Wuxian grew up around the Burial Mounds and started his own sect with the Dafan Wens and here they have their first outing assiting the Lan Sect with dealing with the Waterborne Abyss. Lan Wangji meets him after the fight and takes care of him and ah, they are just so cute and I love how they immediately click, like two puzzle pieces fitting into place. Excerpt: "There is no need for thanks." Lan Wangji started to make tea, his movements precise and elegant. "You are one of the demonic cultivators." "Yes. You -- your sect -- invited us here." The feeling was returning to Wei Wuxian's hands and feet in pinpricks of sensation, the warmth of the tent sinking in, and what he actually wanted to do was curl up next to the braiser and sleep. "We had word of your efforts in Yiling, on the river that was affected by the Burial Mounds runoff." Lan Wangji placed a cup of tea in front of Wei Wuxian. "And it seemed obvious that you would be expert with ghouls." Wei Wuxian couldn't fault that logic. And until this moment he had wondered if maybe the Lan sect had invited them accidentally somehow, and not as a deliberate, sensible quest for helpful knowledge. "Sorry we haven't been more, um, friendly. I bet everyone thinks we won't invite people to our tent because it's full of demonic evil, but really we're worried that if the sects see our dirty laundry it'll ruin the whole Burial Mounds mystique." He still sounded like a raspy crow, rambling. He sipped the tea, the warmth clearing his thoughts, and pulled himself back to the point. "We've had some issues with the other sects, at times. The Jin, the Su."

pov wei wuxian, pov lan wangji, canon divergence, no sunshot campaign, the untamed canon, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, hypothermia, fluff, caretaking, cold weather, first meetings, different first meeting, yiling wei sect, getting to know each other

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[permanently-stressed]

Quick choose a job one of my main characters has (this is a fantasy setting btw)

[certainmaybe]

The worst patient

Assistant should be used to hospitals by now. After all, most of their job came down to managing the teams hospital appointments. Of course they had other duties as well, from taxes to taking out the trash, there were a lot of things that didn’t fall into anybodies job description and ended up on Assistants plate. Not that it was written in their job description, but since nobody actually knew what their job was Assistant didn’t protest. As long as they had nobody monitoring their work and they could write their own paychecks they were happy with what they did. And most of it was arguing with grown adults about having to take the meds and stay in bed, even if they claimed they felt better. It was annoying, but the soft, gentle sort of annoying that made you feel important.

There had only been one time so far where Assistant had hated the hospital, and that was when Leader had gotten hurt. While the others turned into whiny babies or were simply irresponsible Leader was furious. Of course they hadn’t actually been angry with Assistant. They had been angry at them self, always so careful and responsible, because they couldn’t afford to get sick. After all, the people needed them. But it had been Assistant who stood between them and the door, who called the nurses and refused to let them get away, and so it had been Assistant that Leader screamed at. Leader could barely look them in the eye now, and Assistant was still hurt from all the things Leader had said to them, but both of them had always been professional.

So to summarize, Assistant should have been used to hospitals by now. And they were, as a guest. As a patient, apparently, they were terrified.

They were still angry at themselves for letting it happen. They knew, better than anyone, not to touch things they didn’t know, not in the base, not with Scientist being the way they were. Of all the teams hospital stays at least a third was related to something dangerous being left lying around. And still Assistant had picked up the crumpled up piece of paper, intending to throw it in the trash, only to find that a strange alien infection had entered their system.

To their credit, they had been very professional about it. They had discarded the paper, assessed the damage, realized it was spreading. They had called in sick, called the hospital and even made sure the teams affairs were handled so far that they could work without Assistant for a few days. Hopefully it would only be a few days before Assistant could at least do remote work.

you still need to put down an emergency contact

“What?” To their great embarrassment, Assistant had been too scared to pay attention to the nurses explanation.

“An emergency contact? I hate to say it, but the surgery is risky. We have no idea what exactly is happening to your body and it is sadly not unlikely that you won’t wake up. I'm sure there is somebody who would want to know?”

“Leader,” Assistant said without thinking. If Assistant died, they would need to hire a replacement fast. But there should be somebody else, telling them, not the hospital. That wasn’t the kind of relationship they had. Assistant had set up an automated message, in case they didn’t make it.

Subject: Resignation

Cause: Death

“Okay, I put them down, anything else I can do for you?”

“No, no, I don’t…” Assistant searched their mind for some other name to give the nurse, but the plan in a situation like this had been to hire a nurse to take care of them during recovery. Sadly, this had been on to short notice and Assistants inquiries had not been answered so far. They were hoping that once they were ready to get released from the hospital they would find somebody.

“Okay then. The doctor will be with you shortly.”

It wasn’t shortly. It took ages. Terrible, horrible ages during which Assitant thought abut all the things that could happen. They could die, of course, but there were so many things worse than dying. They could wake up. They could wake up sick and hurt, damaged to a point of no repair, alive just enough to know they would be better of dead. They could wake up to a slow, painful recovery, the kind they knew deep down they couldn’t manage alone. They could end up sick and hurt and dying and knowing that it was all their own fault for not being strong enough. They could end up forever alone, because they wouldn’t have anything to give, and what were they but the sum of the services they could provide.

And then the doctor came and started the anesthesia. Assistant was told to count back from ten.

Ten. They didn’t want to be here.

Nine. What if this was the end?

Eight. Why hadn’t they told anybody?

Seven. Would their team even care?

Six. They had written their will, but would anybody even look for it?

Five. If they woke up again, what were they supposed to do?

Four. Assistant had always called a nurse, just to make sure everything was all right.

Three. But what if Assistant woke up to sick to call somebody?

Two. What if they woke up and nobody cared?

One. Would anybody get them something to drink?

There was an annoying beeping sound. A metallic taste in Assistants mouth. They were, in some capacity, alive. They felt nothing but exhaustion at the thought.

They should try to open their eyes. Figure out if there was enough of them self left to call for the nurse. What was the plan for recovery, if there was one. Which medications, what therapies, which additional procedures that would all come with their own recovery plans. There was no use putting it off, if Assitant ever wanted to be healthy again they couldn’t slack off now. They had no time to wallow in their misery now.

Still, just for a moment, Assistant let their eyes stay closed. They reached for the slowly fading fog, pretended just for a moment that the hard part was over. Then they started blinking into the blinding light of the hospital.

The room was familiar at least. The same to bright lamps, of white walls, horrible flower painting, uncomfortable chair. Disinfectant and stale coffee. Assistant tried to shift towards the call button and groaned in pain.

There was the distinct sound of a person falling out of a chair and scrambling to their feet.

“Assistant? They are awake! Somebody get here, they are waking up!” The voice was to sudden, to loud for Assistant to remember it. It had to be familiar, why else would they know their name.

Things were happening much too fast for Assistants still numbed mind to register. All they knew was that soon a doctor was shining a even brighter light in their face.

“I am just checking that your brain functions properly.” They explained. The words had a meaning, though Assistant had a hard time connecting it. “Okay, everything seems to be looking good so far.” Oh, yes, brain function. That was a thing Assistant wanted to keep. Especially if their body might not ever funktion the same again. They wanted to ask.

“I-” Their throat was so dry it was almost on fire.

“Here,” said the familiar voice, and a straw was pushed towards their mouth. Assistant drank. It was possibly the best water they had ever had.

“How am I?” They got out.

“Well, I won’t lie, right now you are not in good shape. But we did manage to get the infection out. Once your body has recovered from this surgery we will start the process of repairing the damage. I won’t lie, you have a lot of hard work in front of you, but from where we are now I see a full recovery as very likely.”

“Great.” Assistant felt sick.

“It’s going to be alright,” said the familiar voice. It belonged to a silhouette, hardly visible against the blinding light of the window. “All you need right now is to rest.”

“I will let you two alone now,” said the doctor. “Call if you need anything.” The words weren’t said to Assistant, but to the other person.

“Thank you, doctor,” said that familiar voice. And suddenly it wasn’t just any familiar voice.

“Leader?” Assistant managed to get out. With the doctor gone Assistant could finally focus on the person standing in front of them. On Leader, looking like they had been to hell and back.

“You couldn’t have told me before?” Leader asked hoarsely, pulling the uncomfortable chair close. 

“I had an email set up.”

“Assistant, I- I suppose it’s all I deserve.” Leader made a motion as if wiping tears away. “Is there anything I can get you? More water, another blanked, a pillow? Do you need- are you in pain? I’m sorry, I don’t really know how to do this.”

“It’s fine,” Assistant managed to get out.

“Okay. Just tell me if you need anything. Promise me, please.”

“Why are you here?” Assistant asked instead. Leader set out a sigh so full of despair that Assistants heart almost broke.

“Because the hospital called me. There was a complication during the surgery, and since you put me down as your emergency contact-” And then Leader simply started sobbing. “I’m sorry,” they managed after a moment, wiping their tears away again. “This isn’t about me. There was a complication, but they managed to fix it. But they called me, and I came.”

“You came,” Assistant echoed. 

“Of course I came, Assistant, I mean-” Leader stopped themself. “Do you want me to leave? I understand if that’s… I know we aren’t exactly on good terms. If there is somebody else you would rather have here, just say the word.”

“I don’t.”

“Is it okay if I stay, then?”

“Sure.”

Awkward silence filled the room, the same awkward silence that had filled elevators and meeting rooms.

“Can I-” Leader stopped themself. “I know I have no right to ask anything of you, but, god, please don’t ever do this to me again. If you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine, but you have to talk to somebody. I know you like doing things on your own, but some things you just can’t do alone. And this- I think this is one of those things.”

“I know.” Assistant was getting teary eyed them self. They were exhausted and in pain and still high on medication and their stoic leader was crying in front of them, there was really nothing they could do.

“Then why didn’t you tell anybody?”

“I-” It was the drugs fault what Assistant said next. “What if you hadn’t come?”

“Of course I would have come. Though I suppose I understand why you would have doubted that. But why didn’t you call any of the others then?”

Instead of an answer, Assistant just glared at Leader.

“Okay, I see how that might not have helped the situation.”

“What happens now?”

“It’s mostly up to you, but if I was you, I would get my revenge by being the most difficult patient the world has ever seen.” It was as much a cry as a laugh, but still Assistant had missed hearing Leader laugh.

“I feel like I am off to a good start for that.” And Leader laughed, and Assistant let out a painful chuckle. “I think I will sleep now.”

“Okay. I’ll be there when you wake up.”

[love-is-a-pearl]

Any headcanons regarding the unseen parents in Pokémon? Everybody only talks about Ash’s dad but I’m honestly more curious about Misty’s parents, Dawn’s dad, Serena’s dad, and Clemont’s mom

maybe is my own issues with my parents but I honestly don't care much about the missing parents of the anime 🤷

We can see the damage/impact they made in the kiddos despite their absence and hell, we see with Brock (and Mallow) that having those parents reappear doesn't change who they are. In fact, in Brock's case we even see how the parents return was actually BAD for his family.

That said I do have the HC that Dawn's dad was Rowan's assitant and died when she was too young to remember him.

Misty's and Ash's dads are actually mentioned in the Anime Novel! With Misty's dad said to have been the previous gym leader of Cerulean, who left because of money issues. And Ash's dad was just a failed trainer too embarassed to come back home. If those are canon, that's for you to decide, but I like that interpretation more than "Ash is Giovanni's son" or the such.