#iM SORRY OK I DREW THIS IN TEARS TOO

[sailormel666]

some fanart I did - a little parallel to episode 7

[aventurineswife]

im under the assumption that requests are open, so uhmmmm

ahem-

can i request Aventurine giving Reader a hug or whatever physical affection, and Reader starts crying because of that? (Reader is crying because it's been a long time since they were last touched/held, and the thought of someone wanting to touch/hold them is very scary. even the sensation behind being touched/held is almost overstimulating, despite how badly they want to be held)

i know my request is, uh, oddly specific ?? hope that's ok with you tho 🧍‍♂️ im one of the few dorks out there that is so touch-starved that i cry when it happens lol,,, it's not that i hate touch, my brain just can't register it.

“If you hold me without hurting me, you'll be the first who ever did”

Summary: After a long time without any physical affection, you’re overwhelmed when Aventurine gives you a comforting hug. The sensation is almost too much, and you break down, finally allowing yourself to be vulnerable. Aventurine reassures you with gentle words and a steady presence, letting you know he’s there for you whenever you need.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Emotional Vulnerability, Reassurance, Established Relationship.

Warnings: Emotional Overwhelm, Touch Starvation, Reader Crying.

A/N: Don’t worry, Rose! My requests are open, so feel free to drop yours whenever you like! ;) And don’t worry, your requests aren’t weird or anything—actually, they’re cute and wholesome. 🤧🥺 I can also relate to the touch-starved feeling, though I’m uncomfortable with people touching me without consent (trauma). I’d be fine with holding hands or arms, though. :') Hope you enjoy this! And remember, you're valid! 💖🌹🫂 *Sending virtual hugs <33*

Sorry this uh rushed and I didn't edit it properly and got to your request late :')

The room was quiet, save for the soft murmur of the city outside. Aventurine led you in, his gentle hand resting on your back. You felt your pulse race as he guided you to sit on the sofa, his easy confidence steadying you as you took a shaky breath. Tonight, he’d traded his playful banter for a quieter presence. His usual grin softened, and his eyes were filled with something far more tender.

You sat beside him, hands twisting nervously in your lap, feeling that comforting warmth radiating off him. Despite how close he was, you couldn’t shake the distance you felt from it, as if an invisible wall held you back. It was as though you were tethered to a feeling you couldn’t escape—something that had kept you from letting anyone close for so long.

“Are you alright?” Aventurine’s voice was low and gentle, his words laced with concern. He reached out, brushing a lock of hair behind your ear, the gesture simple, yet it felt like a landslide of emotion.

And then, without another word, he drew you into his arms, pulling you close against his chest. The sudden warmth, his touch, the feeling of his heart beating steadily—it was too much. A wave of sensation hit you, so foreign yet so needed, and before you could stop yourself, tears blurred your vision.

You hadn’t been held like this in so long, hadn’t felt this kind of closeness. It scared you, left you trembling in his embrace as the ache in your chest spilled over into silent sobs. Every part of you was screaming that this was wrong, that you couldn’t trust it, that you shouldn’t let yourself need it so badly. Yet Aventurine held you tightly, his presence unwavering, silently urging you to let go.

“Hey… you’re safe here,” he whispered, a hand rubbing slow circles along your back. “I’ve got you.”

You felt his hand press against your back, steady and comforting, grounding you with each small touch. His other hand cupped the back of your head, cradling you as though you were the most fragile thing in the world. His words, low and close to your ear, were soft promises that left no room for doubt.

The tears came harder, and you pressed your face into his shoulder, feeling the fabric of his coat against your cheek. You clung to him, fingers clutching the back of his shirt as though he might disappear if you let go. Every part of you felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that was terrifying, yet liberating.

“I’m sorry...” you managed, voice muffled against him.

“For what?” He shifted slightly, pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes, usually playful and glinting with mischief, were filled with nothing but understanding and warmth. “There’s nothing to apologize for.”

Your words choked up, and you simply shook your head, a fresh wave of tears welling up. You couldn’t explain it; it was too raw, too deeply ingrained in every wall you’d ever built around yourself. But Aventurine seemed to understand. He stayed, hands gently brushing up and down your back, thumb tracing soothing circles along your shoulder.

And in that moment, for the first time in ages, you felt safe. The warmth, the steadiness of his heartbeat, the quiet strength in his hold—it reminded you that maybe it was okay to let yourself be held, to be cared for, even if it was overwhelming. His hand found yours, fingers entwining, grounding you in the here and now.

“Whenever you need this,” he murmured, his voice steady and filled with reassurance, “I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere.”

The promise lingered in the quiet, like a lifeline you hadn’t realized you’d been waiting for. You let yourself lean into him, allowing the tears to finally fall as he held you, the world slipping away until it was just the two of you, wrapped in warmth, safety, and an unspoken promise of more moments like this—of a love that was patient enough to wait.

This is so Aventurine 😪💛

[xieni-logs]

hello!! could i request Dan Heng, Blade, Jing Yuan and Gepard with a chronically ill s/o? just some fluff and comfort :)

thank you!! have a lovely day <3

HSR x chronically ill!Reader

includes: Blade, Gepard, Jing Yuan, Dan Heng

a/n: hii!! I’m not sure what type of chronic illness you wanted the reader to have so each character has a different chronically ill reader, I hope that’s ok! blade's was kind of self-indulgent because i got arthritis (though no where as severe as the reader's is depicted) im so sorry if some of the illnesses arent 100% accurate word count: 1.4k (in total)

Blade x Reader with rheumatoid arthritis

: ̗̀➛ you were diagnosed with rheumatoid arthritis in every joint in your body. this meant that the pain in your joints would only get worse with time. of course, you had your good and bad days. on good days, the pain was minimal, to the point you wouldn't feel a thing. but on bad days, the pain in your shoulders made it difficult to carry bags, lift things, and particular bad days made it near impossible to get even changed. somedays, the pain in your hips were uneven and made you limp. Blade didn't really understand it at first; you were fine one day and looked terrible the next. it took him a while but he eventually understood that your arthritis came and went. 

: ̗̀➛ one particular bad day, you could only lay down, feeling uncomfortable in your own body, a constant spike of pain present. breathing felt difficult, and you felt yourself tearing up just trying to sit up. the minutes it takes to even sit up right felt more like hours. sometimes, the pain killers wouldn't work as they should, and unfortunately, this was one of those days. 

: ̗̀➛ Blade enters your room and you quickly turn your head to face him, and immediately regret it due to the pain. he knows it's one of those bad days; your eyes watery, the awkward position you were sitting in, and the look on your face just begging him to make the pain go away. it's difficult for him to comfort you with words so he goes to get some heating pads, food for you to eat, etc... anything he can really. he'll hold you close, minimal movements, letting you lay on him. in the silence between you two, he can't help but wish that at the very least, you could achieve the eternal peace he was chasing after. 

Gepard x Reader with asthma

: ̗̀➛ as the captain of the silvermane guards, he has to keep fit and he’d like you, his lover, to at least do some morning runs with him. he knows that you have asthma, but he didn’t think a morning brisk would do anything awful. as long as you managed your symptoms, it was all fine! there usually arent any problems either, to the point your inhaler was often forgotten at home during these runs.

: ̗̀➛ unfortunately, perhaps you were trying to go faster for Gepard knowing he usually slowed down for you or something but you were definitely pushing yourself more than you could handle. your breaths drew short, not enough oxygen getting to you leaving you lightheaded as you continued to run. Gepard ran a bit in front of you, or at least he did. you watched as the distance between you and him grew farther and farther, and your running got slower until it came to a halt. leaning against a wall, you tried to catch your breath but you honestly couldn’t tell if you were breathing at all. the pain coming from your chest felt like too much, you had a hard time pushing air in and out of your lungs.

: ̗̀➛ Gepard ran back, retracing his steps, when he saw you were no longer with him. he found you hunched over, leaning against a wall, looking like you were hyperventilating. rushing to your side, he quickly recognizes that you were having an asthma attack. scooping you into his arm, he quickly runs back to your home. he may look calm due to the fact he is able to hide his fears, he’s a captain after all, but he’s panicking on the inside. the way home is blurry; you aren’t focused on what’s happening around you, only feeling your chest going up and down yet it didn’t feel like you were breathing. it felt as if there was something blocking your airway, causing everything to feel sort of stuck. Gepard grabs your inhaler and shakes it, before giving it to you. the effects don’t happen immediately which worried Gepard, but you eventually were able to breath, at least a little. he takes you to a hospital to get checked up immediately after. it’s when you’re getting checked does the realization that he came so close to losing you sink in. Gepard is clingier the week after that; holding your hands more (even when he’s working), kissing you almost every chance he gets, holding you before bed, etc… he’ll never forget to bring your inhaler on your morning runs after that.

Jing Yuan x Reader with diabetes

: ̗̀➛ low blood sugar is more than being shaky; no matter how long you’ve been diabetic, you’ll never get used to the god awful feeling of dread that occurs. Jing Yuan cares about your health, and he’s got the books and notes to prove it. usually, diabetes doesn’t get in the way of your life besides watching what you eat, having to keep fit, but it’s manageable.

: ̗̀➛ certain occasions like today, unfortunately, you wake up to a shaky feeling crawling up your body. it was early morning, Jing Yuan slept looking peaceful by your side. you forced yourself up and reached over to the meter as quietly as you could. after loading the strip into the device, you pricked your finger- a feeling you will never like. the number 40 glowed on the screen, glaring at you. you knew you had to wake Jing Yuan up because you really didn’t think you could go anywhere feeling like this. you felt awful nudging him awake, interrupting his sleep. all you have to do is show Jing Yuan the 40 and he’s beelining to the kitchen for some juice. when you finish drinking the juice, Jing Yuan holds; your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you.

: ̗̀➛ your apologies to Jing Yuan for waking him fall to deaf ears as he’s rebutting everything you’re saying. many “nothing to be sorry about”s and “it’s not your fault”s could be heard. 15 minutes later, you prick your finger and show Jing Yuan a glowing 97. he goes to grab you a sandwich and after you finish eating, you two go back to bed. you lean on his shoulder, his hand cradling the side of your head, his chin laid on the top of your head, the two of you drift back to sleep holding each other.

Dan Heng x Reader with osteoporosis

: ̗̀➛ the path of the Trailblaze was not one without danger and Dan Heng was afraid you’d to be hurt in the crossfire though. you were diagnosed with osteopenia which eventually led to osteoporosis, which meant your bones were brittle. you hated it, this meant you were a liability to the astral express when trailblazing and often had to sit out during anything that had the slightest bit of danger. once, you asked if you could just have March’s shield on you at all times but even that proved ineffective in the long run.

: ̗̀➛ today, the astral express crew was visiting Herta for the Trailblazer to check out the simulated universe. Dan Heng quickly finished off the enemy before rushing to your side. it looked terrible, your arm was bent out of place and you couldn’t find it in yourself to say a thing. when you tried to move, a dreadful grinding sound occurred which made you nauseous. Dan Heng alerted the rest of the express crew before they all brought you to the medical department. thankfully, it wasn’t anything irreversible but throughout the treatment, you couldn’t help but feel like a big burden, getting hurt easily.

: ̗̀➛ once everything is fine and all you needed was time to heal, Dan Heng pulled you into a tight hug, whispering a few “thank god you’re fine”s and a “i was so worried.” usually you’d love his clingier side but it felt like pity. and god, it made you feel awful. no one else on the express would get hurt as easily as you. you push Dan Heng away, feeling terrible that you were such a burden, you quickly brief over how you feel. he grabs your wrist, looking you straight in your eyes, and loudly stated every reason you were not a burden because of your osteoporosis. from how you could take care of yourself to helping the express in ways non-physical like talking your way into less community service when the astral express crashed into a stadium. Dan Heng pulled you into a hug saying one last time, “you aren’t a burden.”

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Bear ch 4

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3.8K

TW: flashback, torture, themes of death, panic attack, concussion, nonverbalism, brain washing, mind control, trauma, abuse, violence, needles, restrains, bruises, injuries, guns, medical malpractice, human experimenting, tears, insanity (implied), headache, (damn thats a lot of warnings.)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

A/n sorry this took so long to publish I might have broken one of my fingers im getting an X-ray in three days. Also the sign language I describe is auslan (Australian) sign language so … yeah. Also im not great at it so it might be wrong sorry.

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

When your mind awoke the dull headache still sat behind your eyes which you had kept shut. You wiggle slightly and Wanda knows your awake.

“Hello sweet girl. How are you feeling” she asked rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. You were in her lap and quite comfortable. You let out a content hum and Wanda chuckled slightly. The vibrations of her chest were soothing on your head as you had your face nestled into her chest.

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“If your feeling good enough natty and i wanna ask you something my love.” Wanda asked taking note of your muscles as they stiffened. You knew this was coming, they wanted to know why you had frozen on the mission. You fought back the emotions that bubbled in your chest and nodded.

“You want to know why i froze.” You said in a small voice. Wanda wiped the baby hairs from your eyes and looked down at you softly. Nat laid a comforting hand on your thigh and you almost had forgotten she was in the room. Wanda and nat were sat against the headboard on your bed and you were curled in Wanda’s lap.

She began to run her hands through your hair and you let out a content sigh.

“Baby we just want to know so we can help you and keep you safe.” She said softly and nat nodded her agreement.

“Alright, but i-i c-cant t-talk about it.” You stuttered clearing your throat at annoyance at the nervous habit.

“Baby thats ok, can i look and show natty then?” She asked your consent and rubbed her thumb over your cheek again with her hand cupping your face. You suddenly felt small and nodded, words becoming too hard for you.

“Ok if you need me to stop or it gets too much at all i need you to tap twice on my thigh baby girl. Can you do that for me now so i know you can do it?” She asked still speaking softly. You used two fingers and tapped twice on her thigh. She smiled down at you. “Perfect baby your doing so well. Let me know when your ready ok my love?” She asked and you drew a shaky breathe and looked into her eyes and nodded your consent.

“Words baby. I need to hear you say its ok.” She said. You looked slightly stressed and signed ‘no talk’ with your hands. Bringing your middle and pointer finger to your thumb to say no and then bringing your finger to your mouth and drawing circles to say talk. Wanda understood and began storing your hair.

“Ok baby no talking. Are you nonverbal baby?” She asked and you nodded and sniffled slightly. She cooed and asked you once more if you were ready. When you signed yes she hummed and began to project from your mind to her own and Natashas.

As she sifted through your memories her brow furrowed. They were fragmented and many were repressed, the trauma distorting the images. She saw many things. A damp cold cell with white chalk drawing of tony and the outside world covering the walls. The drawings were magical and intricate. She saw a small room with nothing in it but a chair, a man and a tray of what looked like torture instruments. She saw the lights of hospital but it was unlike anything private or government, more like a run down covert facility. She saw the man from the mission standing over you as you writhed in the restraints that kept you strapped to a table. He held a long needle filled with black liquid. She saw you standing over a man, a bear skull mask on your face and a black suit on you body. You had a gun pressed to his temple and sick grin on your face. She knew that suit. That grin. That gun. She recognised the cold sadistic chuckle as you drew the trigger. The crack of a bullet firing ricocheted throughout the ally and she watched the body fall limp on the floor with a sickening thud. But despite the cruelty of then action she saw the lacquer in your eyes. The gloss that told her you weren’t in control. She saw the light in your eyes flickering as you fought for control. She watched as the scene changed again and you were laid beaten on the floor of a cell cradling a bruised abdomen as you wore nothing but a ruined and bloody rag. She saw a man, the man from the mission again land hit after hit across your already broken and bruised body.

She watched you be broken and bled in every way possible before you were thrown back into your cell. She saw the kind scientist sneak you chalk that you covered the walls with. She watched you cry alone and broken. But the last thing she saw, was the logo of hydra printed on the door of your cell. The red ink bleeding down the walls.

She found nothing else. Careful not to damage your mind further she withdrew her controls. Looking down at you in her arms she pulled you tighter to her despite the shock. Your body shook with sobs as you wailed slightly still not speaking. In a surprising display of strength you pushed yourself away from her chest and sprung from the bed. Natasha looked dazed as you curled into a ball in the corner. Shielding your head with your forearms and rocking back and forth. The sound of your broken cries permeated the room and broke Wanda’s heart. She slowly came over to you seeing the panic in your eyes as she tried to stop the flashback. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you slowly as you sobbed. Slowly the sobs slowed as your hand gripped her shirt in fists.

As you began to recognise who was around you and where you were Wanda held you tighter.

“Baby we understand you weren’t in control. That wasn’t you. I remember fighting you but i know it wasn’t you. You couldn’t ever be that cold.” You howled and Wanda squeezed you again.

“Baby we love you the same as always and now we know just how strong you are and we love you even more.”

You sniffled and began to move your hands as you began to sign that you wanted to explain.

Wanda placed her hand over yours. “Baby you don’t have to do that just now.”

You signed back ‘I want to or i know i never will be able to.’

Wanda hesitated but nodded. Carefully she stood with you in her arms and walked back to the bed where nat sat and offered you a smile. You knew she didn’t care about your past the same you didn’t care about hers. Wanda held you as you explained. Hydra took you in the early days of tony being Ironman. You, behind the spotlight helped on missions and when you were captured one day things changed. They tortured you amongst other things and brain washed you to do their bidding. When tony rescued you he hid you away when he saved you from hydra and you and him faked your death. When you told him two months ago your powers returned after hydra suppressed them and made sure only you could use them when told, he panicked and made you come to the compound. The drugs they gave you to control your powers finally wearing off. You had always loved your powers, they made you feel safe and you quickly regained full control but the damage hydra did made some of them dissapper. Tony wants to keep an eye on you to make sure your ok if they come back also. But now hydra knows your alive and your powers are back and stronger, and they have almost certainly ordered a hit on you.

Wanda sat back and sighed running her hands through her hair as she took it all in. She was quick to comfort you as you took her silence as a bad sign. Tears formed in your eyes. And your loud thoughts told Wanda you thought she was mad. You began to struggle in her lap. She quickly pulled you into her chest again and shushed you reassuring you everything would be ok.

After all the stress and crying your head felt even worse and the familiar nausea returned. You thrashed in Wanda’s arms who pulled you from her neck to look into your eyes. They looked frantic and you quickly signed the word for throw up. Nat was quick to understand and grabbed another sick-bag. She had half expected this to happen after the stress this had put on you and the pain of crying that hard with a concussion.

She carefully placed it under your chin and you put your hands over hers as they shook. Wanda rubbed circles between your shoulder blades. You hunched over your hands clinging to Nat’s wrists for dear life she she held the sick-bag for you.

“Its ok baby. Let it out. We’re here. Don’t hold it back bubs.” Wanda said seeings you gagging and struggling to keep it down. Tears formed in your eyes before you ducked your head lowered towards the sick bag. The sound of you throwing up filled the room as all the food you had eaten in the past few hours was violently expelled.

“Shh sh sh your doing so good for us Detka. So so good baby girl.” Wanda said.

“It’ll be ok y/n/n its alright love.” Nat said. When you stopped gaging nat went to take away the sick-bag but your grip on her wrist tightened and you shook your head slowly.

“Going to go again?” Nat asked raising a brow and her question was answered as you threw up a second round. When you stopped you pushed her hands away and nat nodded to Wanda who pulled you into her as nat went to dispose of the sick and grab some more mouthwash for your sensitive tastebuds. You sniffled and buried your face in her neck.

“Aww bubs your ok. Your ok now love.” Wanda soothed. After a bit your sniffles died down and you simply laid curled in her arms. Nat returned and you rinsed out your mouth and then began to drift off to sleep.

“Its ok baby you can close your eyes. You must be exhausted after all that my sweet.” Wanda said and you nodded and curled into her chest. After a little your soft snores sounded throughout the room.

When you woke up the room was dimly lit still but the headache was lesser. You signed to Wanda you wanted a snack and you were hungry. She stood getting ready to leave but you signed that you wanted to come with. Nat who had been watching the conversation over the top of her book frowned. After a series of quick hand movements from you you made it clear that you were coming with. Nat stood pulling some sunglasses out of a drawer.

“If you come with you wear these. You don’t need to loose the progress you have made in recovering.” Nat said and you pouted but let her slip them onto your face regardless. After a second you blinked and then turned grabbing nat and Wanda’s hands before dragging them out of the room.

Nat snagged a sick-bag on the way not knowing how your stomach would react to the lurch of the lift. You raised a brow but didn’t comment. After a successful trip down to the kitchen you realised it was mostly empty. Clint stood by the toaster making bagels with cream cheese and looked up smiling at you when you walked in. Nat waved and went over to talk to him. But he frowned and nat paused. Looking sheepish he signed to nat he broke his hearing aids while training and nat laughed. Quickly signing back she told him it was ok and she would tell fury to send more. Clint looked up from his conversation and noticed you signing to Wanda about what you wanted to eat. He frowned.

‘I didn’t know she knew sign language.’ He signed. Nat froze and Wanda swooped in.

‘She’s got a sore throat so she’s resting her voice’ Wanda said and you smiled shyly. Clint smiled, happy he had someone else he could sign with. The toaster dinged loudly and you flinched still slightly on edge from earlier. Wanda took you hand rubbing her thumb over you knuckles to smooth you.

You sighed softly and gave her a look of thanks.

‘Are you alright y/n?’ Clint signed not missing the way you had flinched.

‘Yeah toaster startled me’ you signed back and Clint nodded in understanding. He shot a questioning look to nat who shook her head and indicated he should just drop it. He nodded and pulled out his bagels which nat pointed too seeing he couldn’t hear the ding.

“Wanda once you got y/n/n’s snack head back up to the room and I’ll join you a bit later. I need to call fury to get more of Clint’s hearing aids sent to the compound. Clint signed thanks after reading her lips and nat waved him off. He wouldn’t be able to make the call himself because he couldn’t really talk right now.

Earlier you, nat and Wanda had decided on how to tell the team about your issues but decided to start small. Clint would be the first one to tell he would understand the best. But you hadn’t had the courage to tell him yet.

Wanda and you headed back to the room and after around a half hour of relaxing and listening to Wanda read to you you had been dozing lightly when Jarvis startled you into fully being awake.

“Director fury is asking for everyone to meet him in the conference room.”

The AI said.

“Alright tell him we are on our way.” Wanda said slipping the sunglasses back on your face rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone as you basked in her touch. She grabbed you hand and softly pulled you from the bed.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room. Nat and the rest were already there and Wanda pulled you into a chair next to her and Natasha.

“Nice of you to join us Maximoff and L/n” fury said and you made yourself smaller in your seat as the team looked at you.

“Alright getting straight to the point.” Fury said. “Operative has confirmed that hydra has put out a hit on y/n.” Wanda, Natasha, tony and you tensed but stayed quiet. “L/n will need to be accompanied by another member of the team at all times and is not to leave the compound unattended.” Fury said and you groaned quietly. Whenever similar things had happened in the past it had made you feel trapped. And as you explained to Wanda and nat earlier that often led to you disappearing for a couple hours to be alone. “This is not up for discussion L/n.” Fury said when he heard you groan. You slouched but didn’t protest not wanting to talk still or make a scene by using sign language in front of the team who still didn’t know.

“Everyone else you are to be going to this hydra base here” fury tapped a spot on the map behind him that was being projected on the screen. “This meeting will brief you all on what will happen and i trust tony to brief the rest of you with more details on y/n later.” Tony, Wanda and nat stiffened knowing the truth about you. “Only a handful of you will be staying behind. Clint seeings you can’t hear right now which would make using coms a nightmare.” Clint frowned crossing his arms and sounding in. The chair but knowing fury was right. “Y/n for obvious reasons and a concussion. Bruce will stay here in case y/n requires medical attention and Wanda and nat seeings you have taken a liking to young ms L/n will stay behind to protect her. The rest of you will be going to the base. You leave in three days. Tony you have three days to tell the team about y/n or I will be. Alright now lets get into the details of what’s happening on the mission. L/n, Barton, Maximoff and Romanoff you all stay for this as well, you might be needed as backup at any point so stay focused here.” You deflated in your chair, feeling yourself getting overstimulated. It was a mix of the constant flow of information and the fact your concussion was making everything around you seem ten times louder than it was. Nat was taking note on your left and Wanda sat doing the same on your right. Even though they wouldn’t be going on the mission they wanted to stay informed.

You drummed your fingers on your thigh and fidgeted softly trying to lay attention. You felt the headache begging to worsen and you winced, luckily hidden by the sunglasses. After another five minutes you were struggling even more. Even through the sunglasses the light was hurting your eyes slightly and the noises had blurred together to create an endless stream of overstimulating pain. You couldn’t tell nat or Wanda because you couldn’t sign in front of the team. Quietly you took a pen from the cup of them in the centre of the table. Uncapping the black biro and starting to draw up and down your arms. You drew and octopus to start and were putting the details on the tentacles when you felt a hand on yours. Looking up you see nat offering you her notepad. She slides it to you across the table indicating to draw on it instead. With slightly shaky hands you take it. Nat frowns seeing your tremor. You glanced around before moving your hands below the table and signed “what about your notes?” And she points to Wanda who is talking notes as well and she gives a finger wiggling wave with a cheeky grin. You chuckle and when you realise the room us quiet you see Steve glaring at you.

“Y/n? Are you even paying attention.” You swallow nervously.

“Yeah thats what I thought. Please listen this is important or we will have to. Bench you on the next mission.”

when nat saw the tears collecting in your eyes she stood up for you knowing it was too much and you couldn’t talk or leave. You felt trapped. Steve was still lecturing oblivious to you going a deep shade of red from the teams eyes on you.

“Alright thats enough Steve you made your point now get back to it.” Natasha said sounding very annoyed. Steve paused taking note of the authority in Nat’s voice and swallowed before returning to the briefing as fury had left to deal with more important matters. Wanda’s eyes lingered on you for a second before meeting Nat’s as they silently and possible mentally conversed thanks to Wanda’s powers. You were a little annoyed because you knew they would be talking about you. You huffed and fixed your gaze on the screen trying to get your buzzing brain to pay attention to the details. After what felt like hours Steve dismissed the team and you made a beeline for the door. Quickly retreating to your room and despite the silence, slipping on your noise cancelling headphones and starting to draw in your sketchbook. You were chewing on your pinky finger absentmindedly as your pen flew across the page when two short raps came on the door. Wanda and nat wanted to make sure you were ok. They knew something was up. Of course with the headphones on you didn’t hear them. Only realising when then door cracked open spilling light into the dimly lit room. Wandas head peeked in cautiously and you gave a small apologetic smile and signed for her to come in, looking sheepish. She smiled wildly and pushed the door open the rest of the way as her and nat entered. Shutting it after them, the room returned to its previously dimly lit level of light but the two girls didn’t seem to care. Nat eyed your sketchbook complementing your art before Wanda pulled you into her arms.

You buried your face in her neck and drew in a heavy breathe pf her calming scent.

“Baby girl was that meeting a bit much for you?” Wanda asked softly and felt you nod into her neck.

“Im sorry my love. The reason we didn’t come find you straight away is natty here chewed out Steve for calling you out like that in front of the team.” She heard you sniffle into her chest and felt small sobs wrack your form.

“Aww sweets don’t cry we’re here now.” Wanda said and you pulled away still straddling her with her hands on your hips. You signed ‘too much’ and nat carefully slipped the noise canceling headphones back over your ears. You sighed and Wanda pulled you into her again and drew circles on your back with the palm of her hand. It soothed you like the presence of the two women. After a bit you fell asleep and Wanda quietly talked to nat about telling the team. They would find out sooner or later and right now them not knowing was making things harder on you. Stressing to keep it secret was taking its toll on you. Nat knew the team the longest and knew they would be fine with it. Helpful even.

When you next woke they posed the idea and tired and sad you agreed. Pointing at them and signing that they would tell the team for you. Nat chuckled. “Sure thing kiddo whatever you want squirt.” She said ruffling you hair with a smile you batted her hand away grinning and poked your tongue out at her.With mock offence she placed a hand over her chest and gasped. Wanda rolled her eyes at your antics.

“Honestly you two are such children.”

“Yeah but you love us.” Nat said and Wanda sighed.

“I do. I love you both very much” she said peppering your face with kisses as you giggled slightly the sound warming Wanda’s heart.

“Right we have a meeting to call.” Nat said standing up.

MASTERLIST

[cupoftaae]

Hii!! 😊Could you write one where y/n and taehyung are in a relationship, and y/n’s on her period and accidentally stains tae’s sheets, she then is very embarrassed and sorry and cries and taehyung’s there to tell that it’s okay lol.

Hello!!

aww this is incredibly soft, thank you anon for the request!!

word count- 1.1k

warnings- mention of blood but periods shouldn't be gross!!!

Enjoy!

You got home late from work, putting the key into the door and entering the quiet apartment. You had expected Taehyung to be asleep on the couch, as he usually attempts to stay up and wait for you, ultimately giving into sleeping.

When you had not seen him there, you gently called out his name, putting your coat on the hook and walking into the bedroom to see him under the covers, resting. poor baby, hes probably exhausted from practice today.

Tip-toeing into the room, you grab pajamas and head into the bathroom to change. You could have sworn you started your period as you took the bus home, cramps having you squeeze your hands into fists. You were surprised to see you hadn't. sighing, you figured your body is doing its irregular period thing, it likes to play tricks on you and make you panic when theres no reason to.

you take an Advil and decided to put on a thin pantyliner just in case, though you doubted it.

once out of the bathroom, the mattress dipped as you placed your weight onto the bed, sitting besides the sleeping boy. He mumbled and shifted over as you got under the covers before wrapping an arm around you and bringing you closer to him.

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, "I love you" he mumbled, still half asleep. You broke out into a wide grin, kissing against his neck. "I love you too, im sorry for waking you. Go back to sleep" you whispered, beginning to hear the sound of his light snores, alerting you that he indeed had fallen back into slumber. It wasnt too long after that you, yourself, knocked out.

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Taehyung had been awoken to the sound of his alarm clock going off at 5am, he groaned and removed himself from you, reaching to shut his phone off. The room was still dark, only noise audible was the fan blowing cold air from the corner of the room. He took a moment to wake up before pulling the sheets back and stepping into the bathroom to shower.

When he flicked the lights on, his eyes drew down to his sweatpants which appeared to have what looked to be blood on them. He panicked, checking over himself to make sure he had not gotten hurt somehow. Once he confirmed it wasnt him, he walked back into the bedroom and turned the bedside lamp on, he nodded to himself once the explanation was clear.

He pulled the covers back, exposing the blood stain which you had been laying in. "ohh" he pouted and contemplated on how to approach this, not wanting to make you feel ashamed.

"baby..." he whispered, lightly tapping your arm. you mumbled something before falling back asleep, making him laugh. He shook you again, this time making you get up.

"what baby?" you groan, wiping your eyes and turning to look at him.

He didnt say anything yet, looking unsure.

"what?" you asked more seriously as you sat up.

he softly smiled, alerting you to the sheets below you, "look"

you quietly gasp. "what is this?"

he looks back at you before brushing his hand over your shoulder.

"I think your period started, baby" he sat on the bed and looked at you as he rubbed your back. "are you ok? does your stomach hurt?"

once you realized what had occurred, you looked down between your legs to see blood soaked pj shorts. Instantly, you were mortified.

your hands flew to cover your face, shaking your head. "oh my god...."

he gently stood, and thats when you saw it was on his pants too.

"tae!" you whined and felt tears begin to brew.

"its okay angel" he soothed, watching you begin to freak out.

"no its not! we just washed the sheets yesterday, and I-"

you wiped your eyes, "this is so embarrassing im so fucking sorry, go shower ill clean it I promise"

he came over and grabbed your hand, kissing your head. "stop apologizing, im not mad sweetheart, it happens"

"no but this is so gross"

he shook his head and walked over to the other side of the bed, helping you up. "its okay, you cant help it" he whispered as his arms wrapped around your waist gently, swaying you.

you sighed as you pulled away, watching him begin to strip the sheets off, "noo, you are gonna be late!" you whine, making him laugh. "I think they will be ok if I come in a few minuets after"

you are quick to push him away, but he spins you around and cups your face. "you are making a big deal out of something that doesnt need to be a big deal" he whispered, pressing a light kiss to your lips. "just wait here, Ill set up a bath and get you some medicine. do you want tea?" he asked, looking back at you as he gathered the sheets and piled them by the door. You were in shock at his attentiveness, feeling shy.

"yeah?" he asked

"yeah....tea would be nice" you whisper as he leads you to the bathroom and started to fill the tub with water. "just relax ok?" he kissed your hand.

you nodded as he left, allowing you to step into the warm tub, instantly feeling better as Taehyung tended to the laundry, putting new sheets on the bed.

he came back a few minuets later with a cup of tea and fruit, putting it on the little stool he built for you because you often liked to have your laptop to watch tv as you took a bath.

"thank you" you mumble, "im sorry again" you look at him as he kneels on the side on the bath, his hand running through your semi dry hair. "shh, i promise, its ok" he smiled and handed you Tylenol.

you took a few sips of tea as he sat patiently. "do you want me home today, sweetheart?" he asked lovingly

"no no I will be ok, thank you though"

"you sure?" he asked, knowing how your cramps can be. He will never forget the time he came home and found you crying on the floor in the kitchen because the pain was so unbearable.

you looked at him, pressing your lips together in thought.

"well.....i dont want you to get in trouble with work." you spoke

he giggled, "I think they wont mind, besides, I rather spend a day with my girl then learning choreography for 6 hours"

you smiled and nodded, "ok then....can you stay?" you ask timidly

"of course" he kissed your head. "give me a few minuets and ill join you" he smiled and stood up to leave for a moment.

You hummed contently, you don't know what you must have done in a past life to deserve this, or him, but damnit you were one lucky girl.

[listofwhyyouloveher]

Can you please make a bob Hughes x fem!reader best friends to lovers smut where like maybe they're hanging out and reader mentions she's still a virgin and then they end up doing it together tysm💗💗

Summary: Bob finds out you're a virgin Warnings: smut, fingering, losing virginity, virgin!reader, unprotected p in v Author's Note: IM BACK YALL SUPER SORRRYYYY Bob is usually talking about all the experiences he's had in life. He thinks its cool, how much dope he's had, how many needles have seeped into his blood. It gave him that feeling of adrenaline he used to get, and sometimes missed. You, sat right next to him, handing him a mug of hot coco, had not quite as much experience. "Yeah, think I've only had one boyfriend my entire life," You mused, taking a sip from your mug of hot coco. "Really? Was he your first and last?" He asked, mindlessly messing with his mug handle. "No, I wouldn't even call him a first..he only kissed me once!" You scoffed. "Really? So you've never slept with anyone?" He asked, an eyebrow raised. You smiled shyly. "Yep, still a virgin," You joke, for a while a long stretch of silence fills the air and you almost curse yourself for screwing up the perfect evening. "I can fix that," He said, a hint of nervousness but also risque flirting. You smiled, looking over at him. "What was on your mind?" You asked. His hand reached up to cup your cheek slowly, before he closed the distance between you. Your lips met in a light kiss, testing the waters, before it deepened. His fingers interlaced messily with your hair, and yours with his, as he pressed deeper into you. You broke the kiss to breathe easier and his hands were on your waist, squeezing at the soft skin and running his light fingertips over your sensitive spots. He kissed you again, a messy clash of teeth and lips, your canines poked into his bottom lip and he parted with red swollen lips. Bob dragged your shirt off, inching the fabric off you, exposing you to hungry eyes. He drank in your body and a smile flickered over his features. His hands then went to your pants, pulling them off. You were decently wet, but nervous and unprepared. "What next?" You asked, eyes wide. He pressed a kiss to your forehead. "Jus' gonna work you open for a little," He mumbled into your skin. His fingertips ghosted your core, light touches making you tremble. Soon, he pressed his fingers into your heat, letting your gummy walls suck him in as his thumb massaged your clit. You bit your cheek, desperately trying to hide the high-pitched noises that escaped you. He worked you open for a while, letting pleasure-filled jolts take over you. The sudden loss of his fingers made you whine in desperation, the clink of a belt buckle drew your eyes to his pelvis. Slowly, his let his pants drop to his thighs, freeing his length. "Gonna take my time, doll," He reassured you. You wanted to protest, to beg him to take you hard and rough, but you knew better that to test the waters of your body, so you threw your head back in silent protest. Bob dragged your chin down to bring you to his eye level. "Look at me, ok?" He asked, softly, the blunt tip of his cock pressing against your hole. He entered slowly, the burn making you blink away tears. Bob wiped the few that got away and promised it would be over soon. "Just a little more....see? Not too bad?" He asked, lightly tracing stars into your side to soothe you. As soon as you gave him the 'go-ahead' he started slowly rutting into you. Pressing down on where his tip potruded slightly from your belly to make you whimper and see stars. "Feel good?" He asked, breathless. "Yes," You gasped, "feels soo good," you babbled slurred nonsense, losing your mind at how he made you feel. It wasn't long before the coil in your stomach snapped and your vision blurred. You took a little while to calm down after your high, barely registering Bob pulling out and cumming against your inner thigh. "Sorry, was that too much?" He asked you, once you returned to normal. You laughed and pressed a kiss to his nose.

[aggsh-shs]

you asked for fic requests do those go here?

anyway, can i request campbell bain x g/n or male reader where reader has a panic attack and campbell helps.

OR one where reader is just sitting around while campbell does a show. chill stuff y’know

those might be awful ideas feel free to ignore this if you want

sorry i’ve never done this before hope these are ok requests

HI THIS IS PERFECT!!

I WROTE THIS FIC TODAY WHILE I WAS IN THE CAR/AT AN AMUSEMENT PARK SO IM SORRY IF IT SUCKS

CAMPBELL BAIN X MALE READER (PANIC ATTACK COMFORT)

cw: panic attacks (obvi)

reader gender: male (he/him)

Room 306 in St. Jude’s mental hospital was assigned to two boys, you, and your boyfriend. He was bipolar while you had generalized anxiety disorder. This led to regular panic attacks when unmedicated

Aforementioned boyfriend, Campbell Bain sat next to you, his arm wrapped loosely around your shoulders.

He was chatting away, some story about Eddie that you couldn’t hear through the pure adrenaline coursing through your body.

Every breath seemed to come and leave without making it any easier to focus. You’d had a rough day, too many loud sounds and people. They’d lowered your meds recently, which meant it took less to make you anxious.

This was definitely a panic attack.

Campbell’s voice faded out, without you noticing, and his hand transitioned from just holding you to rubbing your back.

“Hey,” His voice was gentle, and you turned from staring dead ahead to do your best to focus on him, “you ok? You’re shaking..”

You swallowed thickly, breathing starting to pick up in pace. It felt like someone was choking you. A few tears rolled down your cheeks, and Campbell immediately moved to wipe them away.

He had this soft look of concern written across his face.

“Woah, you’re ok,” He pulled you close, and even in your nonverbal state you managed to pull together enough sense to bury your head in Campbells chest, “You’re safe. I’m right here.”

He moved you to sit on his lap, leaning up against the headboard of the bed you were sitting on. Campbell slowed his breathing, hoping that you’d follow his example.

You drew in gasps of air, trying desperately not to suffocate. Everything was too much. The lights of the hospital felt blinding, and all the overlapping sounds of talking and air conditioning hums and nurses and music and-

Campbells palms came to rest over your ears, and you reached up your own trembling hands to cover his.

In all honesty he was scared they’d sedate you. He hadn’t seen you have a panic attack this bad in a long time. You shook in his arms, letting out a choked cry as you finally managed to pull in a full breath.

“There we go, that’s my boy,” Campbell brushed his fingers through your hair, mumbling soft words of praise to help you calm down, “You’re safe, i’m right here with you.”

You let out a pathetic whine in response, signaling to Campbell that you were conscious enough to hear him. You felt less like you were being choked now, and it was easier to breathe.

“good boy,” You could feel his heartbeat through his tear stained t-shirt, and you weren’t sure how long it had been since this started but you were glad he stayed, “just keep breathing. Nice deep breaths.”

It took a few more agonizing minutes for you to finally come back all the way, and while you were still a bit shaky, it wasn’t as bad as before.

Campbell watched from your shared bed as you pulled away and stood up, pacing with a hand pressed to your chest to try and calm down fully.

It felt too cramped in his arms. You stumbled every other step, but it was nice to keep moving.

after a minute or two you came back to bed, face red and blotchy but no longer crying.

“You feeling better?” He asked as you sat back down, smiling when he was met with a nod in response.

“Mostly.” You never felt too inclined to speak after panic attacks. It all just felt like too much.

“Good,” Campbell reached out for your hand, squeezing it three times before kissing your forehead, “Can’t have my boy out of commission, we still got a show to do.”

You laughed quietly, more a breath out than an actual sound. The positivity in Campbells voice was infectious.

You curled up in Campbells lap, head laying on his thigh while he stroked your hair.

He didn’t mind staying there while you slept. He’d wake you up when it was time, for now he’d let you rest.

[autisticbokutoenthusiast]

live blogging the first lovb game ever!!!

i payed 12 dollars for a month to watch this you better not piss me off espn!!! (spoiler there is ads...)

some notes on the stream/league itself

i like the color of the court!! the main reason i dont watch italian league is i cant look at the court like its just a me thing it hurts my eyes

the camera work isnt as good as vnl BUT for a brand new league its better than i thought it would be. we dont get to be nosy in the timeouts or anything but pretty good quality

ok the get to know the players page on the lovb website.... im sorry but it was made for me me and my vball player obsessed ass will be reading everyones favorite food

on the one hand im not immune to wanting to know the tea but i couldve done with more commentary on the match rather than the players and their life stories BUT its game 1 so i dont mind

i wish there was a bit more stats. like instead of ads breaks seeing the breakdown of ball and set placement after sets would be nice

the match itself:

so its salt lake v atlanta and follwers will know ive been waiting months for the washington kojima duo and washington isnt on the court 😭 and neither is my girl piyannut

cassanova 👀 ok ive got my eyes on you

is dani drews related to annie drews or is this the craziest coincidence of all time like theyre both opposites and lefties

oh the assistant coach of usa is head coach of salt lake 👀 is this lead up to head coach of the womens team 👀

listen kojima is back on my screen im so happy rn

anne-marie saying kojima was surprised at lovb only having 2 hours of training compared to 12 in japan. fascinating

the way salt lake hug on top of kojima cause she cant reach 💀 my short queen i love you

the anouncers keep saying which colleges players went to idgaf i dont know these places 'byu' who is that 😭

im happy to see cuttino again. i was bummed she didnt go to paris but i get to see her here <3

casanova scoring the set winning point ikdr

kojima holding hotpot night where the team cooks together oh im tearing up

hold up anouncer just said gabi was suppoed to be on the atlanta team. ummm gabi gabi lik GABI like theeeeee gabi??!?!???! ohhhhh im gonna pretend i didnt hear that (if it really is gabi guimares were talking about she wouldnt have passed up italy like lets be fr about it sjkdfdlj)

kojima all over this court and casanova unstoppable ooo when washington gets back salt lake finna be trouble

atlanta hasnt found their grove yet. maybe if they put piyannut in 👀

PIYANNUT IS HERE I REPEAT PIYANNUT IS HERE

notice how piyannut comes in and suddenly atlanta is ahead mhmm mhmm

atlanta taking a set once piyannut was out there AHHH i cant believe shes playing a few thousand miles away from me rn

sorry im not actually commenting on the playing im too focused on th plays to comment on them sjflkdsjfk maybe once im more familiar with the players

LISTEN piyannut v kojima was one of the things i was most looking forward to when they were anouncing athletes and low and behold its mzing to watch im so happy rn

the washington wasnt on court and yet had 2 iconic camera moments sjflsdkj

anyway congrats to salt lake!!!

all in all im really excited for this league to get going! i hope this ushers in a golden era for us vball. i cant wait till we get to the point in the season that i recognise players and team playstyles

[mha-quotes-and-such]

Don't feel pressured to, but if you wanna: can you write the "magical girl moment of understanding each other" between Midoriyeehaw and the donkey? Doesn't have to be detailed, just the general idea of how you think it went. Thanks!

Ok Im not 100% sure if you meant like. Broad head canons or a fanfic but I interpreted it as the latter so. Sorry I'm not a good writer and Ive never written fanfic, but hopefully you enjoy!

"Come on! You can't just stand there!" Midoriya cried, giving another tug on his donkey's bridle.

It was hopeless, why was he even trying? The race was already more than half finished, and Retasu seemed determined to never move for as long as she lived.

Midoriya let go of the bridle, defeated, and shuffled his way to Retasu's side. He slid down to the dusty ground and drew his knees to his face. "I just..." He choked back a sob as tears began to sting his eyes. "I just wanted to win. Everyone always told me I couldn't, and I just thought t-that maybe I could prove them wrong. Maybe I could make mom and Y'all Might proud..." A stray tear rolled down his cheek, threatening to pull a thousand more behind it.

A moment passed before a soft huff sounded behind him. He turned slightly and was bumped on the cheek by Retasu's snout.

"It's alright Retasu-chan, the race is too far over now."

That earned Midoriya another bump from her snout, this time on his shoulder. He reached out to pet her, only for her to rear back and whack her snout off his head. He leaped to his feet and stared in confusion at the stubborn donkey, unsure of what to do.

Her hooves stomped at the ground impatiently as she let out a loud bray. She made her way back to Midoriya's side and pressed against him, as though urging him to get back in the saddle.

Midoriya watched her, dumbstruck. "Do you... do you want to try to finish the race?" He asked tentatively, earning him another enthusiastic bray. With that, he jumped back into the saddle and took hold of her bridle again.

"All right, if you think we can do this," Retasu stamped her hooves eagerly. "Let's try our best then!" He cried triumphantly. "Yeehaw!" And with that they were off, Retasu galloping full-steam ahead.

[whumpbug]

HI HELLO okay. explode sound effect. am i allowed to ask for part 3 kidnapping fic where archie deals with aforementioned Feelings and the Past because you gotta confront them someday archie. actually both of them gotta confront those Feelings. and also be real stupid about it

@mellowwhumps

HI YES U ABSOLUTELY ARE ALLOWED TO ASK THAT.

IM SO SORRY this took me an eon and its kinda short, but i honestly struggled a bit because i couldn't figure out how the boys would approach these Feelings. this is a very dialouge heavy fic as well which was different for me so i'll be honest, some of the dialogue doesnt make sense/is a bit too stiff BUT its ok bc. we're practicing gang

also, it will be very helpful to read the background section of this post for some context

these boys are far from done talking about this kind of stuff, but this is a start. a start archie needed.

here is part 1 and part 2

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“What are you going to do if I hurt you one day?”

Simon froze in place, nearly dropping the gauze he was using to clean the blood from Archie’s face. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“What?”

Archie’s eyes were vacant when he drew them up to look at Simon. There was still dried blood smeared on Archie’s cheek and temple. The drugs were still working their way through his system, and it was making him hazy. His eye socket was already beginning to bruise a deep purple, and his knuckles were raw, to boot.

“I just mean,” He swallowed reflexively. “If I hurt you. If I freak out again.”

Simon frowned. He set down his medical instruments on the coffee table and sat to face Archie.

“Hey. Look at me? Tell me what’s going on. Where is all this coming from?” He asked softly, voice filled with tenderness.

Archie didn’t meet his gaze. His voice was wavering.

“You.. you saw what I did to those guys. I lost control. I almost killed them.”

Simon ran a hand through his own hair and bit his lip. Alright, they were having this conversation.

“Archie, you couldn’t help it. They tried to hurt you. You did what you had to d--”

“No, Simon! I know how to subdue people without hurting them that badly. I just didn’t. I lost it. And I have no way to prove I won’t do it to you one day under the right circumstances. I’m.. I’m dangerous.”

For once, Simon had nothing to say. Not because he agreed with Archie, but because he wasn’t sure how to respond in a way that wouldn't make the situation worse. Archie needed to vent it out before he would listen to anything. He sat there, lips pursed as he watched tears threaten to spill over Archie’s lashes.

“Simon.. I just.. it’s so hard..” He hiccuped, leaning forward and burying his face in his hands. “I feel like a ticking time bomb and I just.. I’m.. a monster.” He sobbed, breath becoming erratic.

Okay, now he could intervene.

Simon wasted no time kicking off his shoes and getting up onto the couch with Archie. He pulled him into a full-body hug as sobs wracked Archie’s sore body. Archie weakly clung to the cotton of Simon's shirt, breath hitching.

They stayed like that for a while-- Simon rubbing rhythmic circles into Archie’s shoulder blades and Archie bawling until he had no breath left. Eventually, the sobs fizzled out into soft, sharp intakes of breath every few seconds. Simon was the first to pull away.

“Archie. Will you look at me?”

Archie wordlessly lifted his gaze to Simon’s. He looked positively miserable.

This wasn’t the first time Archie got worked up about things like this, but it was the first time Simon saw him this worked up.

He needed to tread carefully. He reached up and found Archie’s bruised cheek with his hand. Gently, he thumbed away the tears.

“You’re not going to hurt me.”

Archie sharply inhaled, already shaking his head. “No.. you don’t know that. I've hurt you before, accidentally--”

“And I’m here to tell the tale.” Simon reassured, voice soft as silk.

Archie opened his mouth to refute, but no words came.

“You expect perfection from yourself, which is ridiculous. These abilities were forced on you when you were just a kid. You.. you were hurt so badly, and you still manage to use them for good every day.”

Tears were streaming down Archie’s cheeks once again, but he remained silent. Simon snaked an arm around his back and rubbed slow circles. His hand came up to thread in Archie's curls.

“Despite all that, you’re still a human. You’re allowed to fuck up. You’re allowed to make mistakes. You don’t owe anyone anything," Simon murmured, pulling Archie's head to his shoulder gently. "Tonight, you dealt with the situation the best you could after literally being drugged, and you know what? Those guys will live. And I’ll live too, thanks to you coming to get me.”

Archie was still instinctively shaking his head against Simon’s words. Stuttering breaths were escaping him as he fought back another round of sobs.

“But.. but I was so out of control.. I don’t-- I can’t feel like that again..” He whimpered, leaning forward into Simon’s shoulder. “I really thought I killed them..”

“But you didn’t. And Archie, you were protecting me. You didn’t lay a finger on me. That has to count for something.”

Archie sniffled and adjusted his position to be laying against Simon’s chest. Simon took one of Archie’s hands and began cleaning his tender knuckles before speaking again.

“Look, all I’m trying to say is that you aren’t as evil as you make yourself out to be. You’ve come a long way, and you’re doing so well. I wish you could see it as well as I can. No matter what happens, you’ll always be a good person at heart, and that’s the most important thing.”

Archie let out a hardly audible sniffle before the tears were pouring once again.

“You really believe that?” He whimpered, turning his head into the soft fabric of Simon’s shirt.”

“I do. And I’m here to help you through it, whether you like it or not. We’ll work through this together.”

Archie said nothing, but his lip trembled. Simon began patching him up again, tilting his head down to press a kiss to Archie's temple. Archie leaned into the it, letting his eyes flutter close.

"Get some sleep. I'll be here when you wake up."

Simon's voice seemed to be all it took for Archie to slip into unconsciousness.

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[shadowreader23]

Final Fantasy Replay fanfic part 1

i currently have final fantasy brainrot and wrote this on my lunchbreak.

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He was sat on the throne. He could feel his life slipping away being claimed by the crystal. It wasnt fair first hed lost 10 years of his life and now it was going to end. Hed missed so much and was going to miss so much more. But at least they would be safe. Everyone would be safe turning to look at his friends he gave them a small smile and drew his last breath. ------------------- The chocobo song was playing. The alarm clock blaring at him that it was time to wake up. The sun shone through the windows. Anf he was in his bed? What was going on? Was this it? his aftrerlife was just a replica of his old room? At least it was comfortable. With a groan he turned off the alarm and stood up realising something. He was shorter than he had been when he died putting his hands to his face he coukd feel no stubble. Making his way to the bathroom attached to his bedroom he swore when he saw himself in the mirror. He looked just how he used to.... back at the begining before anything  was this the astrals cruel way of taunting him. Reminding him of the life he'd had?

"Noctis? are you awake?" A gentle voice called through the door. That voice. It was Iggy! Please dont let him have died as well Noctis begged the astrals as he approached the door and opend it. He did a double take. Iggy. He was like he was before. Young healthy happy and.... and he could see! Ignis could see again! Without realising what he was doing Noctis grabbed ignis and pulled him in for a tight hug.

"Im sorry Ignis.... im so so sorry its my fault" Noctis wept into his friends jacket.

Ignis wrapoed his arms around Noctis. He had no idea what had occured to cause the prince to act like this Noctis wasnt really one to wear his heart on his sleeve like this or seek out comfort. He was worried.

"Noctis whatever is troubling you, you can talk to me about i promise i will listen"

"Thank you Specs" Noctis sniffled

"Hurry up we are going to be late" Gladio walked into the room in all his former young glory Towering above Noctis even more now than when he had died.

"Gladio you're here too?" Noctis choked out. Astrals had they all died when he did? Was he the reason they died? Did it not work did his death mean nothing and the scrouge and the Deamons still plauged the planet? He hadnt realised he was shaking till Ignis gently guided him to sit on the floor. "Is he sick or something?" Gladio asked Ignis looking at Noctis concerned. He hadnt seen his prince like this before.

"I dont know he was like this when i arrived"

"Thats not good we need to get going we dont want to miss our boat it woukd be typical of Noctis to be late for his own wedding. Gladio frowned

Wait his wedding? Did Gladio not remember? Judging by the looks on their faces neithier of them did. What was going on? Pulling himself together he forced the tears to stop and weakly stood up walking out the door the other two close behind. He was met with daylight and a fully intact and busy Insomnia.

Thats when he blacked out.

Gladio lunged foward and caught Noctis before his head hit the ground.

"I'll fetch the car he needs to see a doctor" Ignis went to fetch the car as Gladio stood cradling the unconcious prince in his arms. Something definitley wasnt right here. Noctis was fine yesterday and for whatever this was to come on so suddenly.... had someond poisioned him?

Ignis parked the car and Gladio climbed in the back seat buckling Noctis into the middle seat so he could support him during the journey.

"You'll be ok Noctis" Gladio said placing a hand on the Princes forhead checkinf for a tempreture as Ignis put the car in Gear and drove towords the hospital. ___________________ "Awaken king of stone" Noctis knew that Voice. His eyes flew open and he stood up finding himself in a place that reminded him of inside the crystal. A blue glow appeared before him and Shiva appeared in all pf her glory.

"Shiva what's going on?" He asked her

I have decided to intervene Young king. Last time it took to long and though your sacrife cleansed most of the Scrouge it did not clear it completley. I have decides to grant you another chance to fufil you mission" The astral informed him

"Go through ot all again just for me to lose 10 years of my life and die once more? No way" Noctis decided he couldnt. He wouldnt go through all of that again. "You misunderstand me king of stone. This is an opporunity to do it right. Try reasoning woth Ardym he was a good man once maybe he is still in there" Shiva finished

"Ardyn a good man?" Noctis didnt believe it

With a wave of her hand Shiva showed him what had occured between Sommus and Ardyn and how Aera had paid the ultimate price. Noctis hadnt known that.

"This is what i offer young king. You get another oppurunity to make this right finish your mission quicker this time and if you can convince ardyn to aid you against the scourge the two of you may yet survive"

"What happens if i dont?" Noctos asked

"You will die young king"

Noctis took a deep breath. Another chance to do things rightn to save everyone he could orevent ignis from going blind he could save Luna!

"I acept"

"Good i will send you back now, you will remember this encounter and to save you some time i will grant you acess to the arminger you had in your final battle with ardyn. Save you from having to find all those royal tombs"

With a wave of her hand Noctis felt power flow into him then she was gone. ___________ The Doctor hadn't found anything wrong with Noctis he had no idea what could have caused this to happen in the young prince. It wasn't poision or anything physical. So maybe it was magical? Using a device to read magic levels he held it over Noctis. There was nothing. Looking at Gladio and Ignis who were just as suprised as he was the Doctor scanned again still nothing.

Had Noctis lost his magic? How was that even possible? What would they do now? Could Noctis even recover from this?

Deciding to scan one final time the device let out a shrill beep and shorted out as Noctis sat up with a gasp a wave of his magic shooting through the building.

The Doctor was dumbfounded havig no clue what may have occured.

You have to act like your old self. You can do this. Noctis thought to himself

"Hey Gladio, Ignis why are you looking at me like that?" He said woth false confusion in his voice.

"You had us worried there Noct can you tell us what happend to you?' Ignis was now sat on the edge of the hospital bed.

"What do you mean what happend i went to sleep last night then the next thing i know im waking uo to you and gladio looking at me like im crazy specs!"

"He doesnt remember" Gladio realised

"It is indeed odd however it looks like he's fine now. We'll continue to monior his condition the the way to Golden Quay" Ignis told the doctor as Noctis got out of the hospital bed and put his boots and jacket back on.

"Wheres prompto?" Noctis asked trying to sound casual. He needed to see prompto he needed to know his closest friend was ok

"We sent him on a quick supply run hes going to meet us at the gate this afternoon luckily we should still be able to leave on time"

Typical Ignis sticking to the shechduel. With a nod Noctis walked out the hospital room and down the stairs to where the Regallia was parked. He could do this. He was going to do this. He would get it right this time.

Sure enough just like last time the regallia broke down and they had to push it to hammerhead. Noctis was planning his next steps as they rested in the haven that night. He didnt need to get the royal arms thank shiva for that it would save a lot of time they didnt beed to go on a quest for thst reporter as he already knew what he needed to know so they would save some time there as well. Could he save gladios dad? Could he save his own? They were to late last time but what if thdybturned back forst thing in the morning. No that wouldnt work they werent strong enough to strand uo to the forces yet howrver... he could send a message. He pulled out a pen and paoer and wrote an urget letter one to Iris. One to gladios father and one to king regis. He sent them as soon as he woke up in the morning. They would reach insomnia in time. What they chose to do with his warning was up to them. Hopefully it would make enough of a difference. They rescued the person from the Shed and cindy repaired the regallia. They ate food in the crows nest and prompto took some photos. He and gladio sparred and they spent a night in the caravan. It was nice to be back here. He hadnt realised just how much he had missed the simpler days. --------- Something was off with noctis and ignis was worried after the whole incident which he and gladio had informed prompto about Noctis hadnt had anymore breakdowns or memory issues but there were other things. It was almost as if Noctis was not used to his body or couldnt feel it right. He stumbled bumped into things and was clumsy not to the point of severity but he bever was before. His magic felt different as well bigger more vast and powerful. Was there some issue with hia magic? Was it what was causing the problem. He thought back to the doctors scan and how Noctis hand no magic for a while there was this a side effect of that? Did his body need to adapt to his magic once more?

_____ End of part 1 i havent played the game for over a year so im rely on memory here. Hope you like it.

[zhvakinnn]

Hello! Today I rewatched Titanic for the hundredth time, so I had an idea:

https://youtu.be/3CfB23kVtdQ?si=0Nb9KzYVZkgMtIyq

do you know this scene in Titanic? In any case, here it is, if you haven't seen this movie (I highly recommend it, crying every time Imao)

So, imagine that Rose is a character (inosuke) and Jack is the reader (their s/o) begins to die/or turn into a demon, they are both very hurt, the character understandably end up next to the reader at this moment in a hope to stop the process, but then both realize that nothing helps, and before going completely crazy/or die, the reader begins to calm down characters (just repeat lines from this scene lol) How would the characters react? I want some angsssss yeahh

P.S. If it's not difficult, briefly describe how the characters will behave after the death of their s/o(I prefer romantic)

So sorry for my English is so bad!!! I am not speaking it, hope you having a good day/night!!

In another life

Inosuke x G/N READER DEMON!

Omg yes i have cried many times in titanic 😭, and its ok i dont know much English aswell

Warning: angst, slightly Fluff

🍓as always i don't know much English so if something is wrong correct me 🍓

You've gone missing for 1 week already and the others are worried about you so they look everywhere

When Tanjiro's crow called that it saw you inosuke pay no time and just ran to where the crow saw you but when he got there he got scratch non other than you

"(name) what are you doing?!"

You were a mess you don't have your haori anymore and your hair is messy and your uniform had many holes

You attack him once again now his mask fell

When your about to attack again he was about drew(or draw whatever) his sword but he realized your he's s/o he put back his katana and punch you in the chest

Zenitsu and tanjiro got there and tanjiro hold inosuke

"what are you doing to (name) inosuke!?"

Then he release inosuke when theres a bit tears coming out of his eyes

Then you were back going to attack him again, zenitsu drew he's sword and now was pointing at you

Inosuke ran towards you and took the hit

"don't..hurt...(name)."

And they were there avoiding and they catch them tanjiro holding you while you is struggling

"please (name) stop"

Now tears forming in inosuke's eyes the other two was surprised to see inosuke like this

"they're.... they're a demon now inosuke you cant stop them and they cant control they're self..I'm sorry to say this but....we have to cut-"

"NO! NO YOU WONT CUT THEIR HEAD WITHOUT MY PERMISSION SHUT UP MONITSU"

"inosuke-"

"YOU TOO?! YOU ALL SHUT UP I...THEY...no.."

You got out of Tanjiro's grasp when inosuke catch you he hold you but ended up getting an injury again

And then giyuu came he was fast then the moment flash

"NO!!"

Your head....

Inosuke stand there then came running to giyuu trying to fight him only ended up going to pass out he layed on the floor then hear what you said

"inosuke..Iloveyou..don't forget th...."

He looked in to your eyes theres only sorrow to see

Then he passed out

He have been ignoring everyone mostly giyuu (sorry giyuu stans) aoi tried to feed him only him throwing the food out of the window

Tanjiro even convince him

"do you think (name )would like this..huh inosuke... please just eat."

He stared to eat like a boar he haven't eaten in 3 weeks straight

Out of all the demons to choose you

---------------------------------------------------

He ran towards you and sat besides you he had a. Two Rice ball and give the other one to you

He talks with you about everything he expirince

"DID YOU KNOW I FOUGHT MANY MEN AND I STILL WON HAH IM SUCH A GOOD FIGHTER... right"

He look at you rubbing the cement then leaning into you grave

"in another life i wish you were no demon..."

This is the only thing i could think of hope you liked it!

[rafesdrew]

IM HONORED🤍🤍🤍 no me too, i literally shed a few tears

- 🦌

honoured??? is this the real drew starkey…

ok sorry #unfunny

BUT HES SOOO PRETTY I LOVE HIM

[starrycollesta]

Omg Im literally addicted to ur sub Eddie x femdom readers😅. Can u do one where u overstimulate him over and over as a punishment until he can’t cum anymore and he’s shaking and crying? Can you involve after care as well? Like cleaning him up and cuddling him and praising him? Tysm :D

LIKE A CHAMP !

━━━━ PARING ! eddie munson x dom!reader

━━━━ WORDS ! 616

━━━━ SYNOPSIS ! you overstimulate you eddie until he's crying and shaking.

━━━━ INCLUDES ! dacryphilia, orgasm control, edging, dry orgasm, after care, praise kink, hand job, dom!reader, sub!eddie, mommy kink.

sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes | cross posted on AO3 | MASTERLIST | REQUEST ME !

gif is not mine.

"Can you take it baby? can you take it like a champ?"

Eddie nodded vigorously, throwing his head back onto your shoulder and moaning. He laid in between your spread legs, naked. Your hand was wrapped around his dick, pulling orgasms from his over-exerted body.

You made Eddie keep orgasm for what felt like hours. This was his punishment for cumming without your permission when you were riding him earlier. Although, you couldn't really call it a "punishment," considering that he liked the feeling of being drained completely from cumming so much.

You kept pumping your hand up and down his length, painfully fast.

"Ah s-shit, mommy." Eddie stuttered out brokenly. You caught a glimpse of his red. His face was screwed up into a blissful expression, tears spilling from his dark eyes.

Wet slapping noises filled the room, along with Eddie's cries for you to slow down. He sounded so pretty like this. His sinful noises made you throb and forget what you were even punishing Eddie for.

"That's it baby. Take what your mommy gives you like a fucking champ. You sound so pretty." you praise him lovingly in his ear. He shivered at your words and at the things you were doing to his body.

Your hand would slow down sometimes then quickly fuck him through another orgasm. Your hand was burning at this point, but you ignored it. All you wanted to do was give Eddie pleasure with a dash of pain.

"Gonna...fucking...cum, ugh~!" Eddie squeaked out and bucked into your hand before you felt warm cum shoot onto your hand and arm. You could tell the more he came, the less cum that was produced for him. He was getting close for a dry orgasm.

You usually let Eddie get a breather after he came, but this time, you didn't. You continued to furiously hand fuck him, resulting in Eddie yelling a array of unintelligible words. You drew your hand back, spitting on it, then returned it to his convulsing member.

"I-I can't cum anymore, mommy. Shit, it's too much..." Eddie was shaking against you even more than before. His eyes hung low with exhaustion.

"Yes, you can Eddie. Cum for me, just once more. Do it for mommy." you encouraged him on, hand moving at a constant high speed. Eddie let out a loud curse, that followed up with a violent shake. Only a dribble of cum came out of his cock. He was so overstimulated and drained of cum, he came dry.

His head lolled on your shoulder, completely exhausted. You pet his hair lightly and moved some out of his sweaty face.

"You did so good Eddie. I'm so proud of you." you smiled and kissed his cheek softly, "Let's get you cleaned up, hmm?"

You gently moved from under him and set his head onto the mattress below you. You stood at the foot of the bed and admired your work. Eddie's eyes were closed; sleeping presumably, and his stomach had dried and fresh cum on his torso. You gave him one last smile and retreated into the bathroom for some towels to wash him up.

You came back to your boyfriend with the wet towels, and you carefully got on the bed, afraid he might be awoken. You gently wiped the cum off him and once you were done, you put the towels in the hamper and kissed Eddie's forehead.

Eddie opened his brown eyes, slowly. He looked so tired. He opened his mouth to speak but you put a finger up to stop him.

"It's ok Eddie. Go back to sleep. Mommy's got you."

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Texts from the Ex

Pairings: Weems x Reader

Word count: 1.1K

Summary: Reader is a fairly new teacher, and you have a panic attack at school luckily not in class.

TW: implied past abuse, stalking, panic attack

A/n Hi guys sorry I disappeared for a hot minute there I just finished the last of my exams and have been very very busy. I’ll be back to posting as per normal (hopefully) now. Thank you all for your support with my exams and to the people who wished me luck with them your all very sweet. Again, sorry about the random ghosting haha.

Also, this fic is Larissa x reader. I know I said this was a platonic fic of oneshots but it was requested (I won't be doing any more romantic pairing for weems or Thornhill in the foreseeable future), this is just a one off so… live with it. (Dw as per usual its SFW)

Your phone screen flashed again as you did your best to hide it under the table and out of sight. The panic swelled in your chest as you pushed the tray of food away.

It had started that morning in your first class. You had been teaching about the renaissance when your phone buzzed in your pocket. As per usual you ignored it, you had a class to teach. The buzzing happened again ten minutes later while the kids were doing some still life sketches. This time you pulled it out, feeling the blood freeze tight in your veins.

How did she get this number. Your ex-girlfriend had managed to track you down, most likely due to your response to the ad for this position a few months back. You had responded with your number like an idiot and now she was onto you again.

She was awful, she ignored you and she had always possessed a special talent to make you feel unwanted and small.

You quickly shoved the phone back into your pocket and drew some deep breathes trying to quell the rising feeling of panic. You had managed to stave it off until the class left. It was only then you had let yourself collapse onto the floor and sob. She was trying to get back into your life to ruin it again.

The messages hadn’t stopped all day. Each one had made you feel closer and closer to the impending panic attack and now you were sat here with Ms Thornhill trying to hold a conversation. However, she was doing about 90% of the talking while you sat there nodding. You were close with the botanist. After all she was close with your girlfriend who happened to be the principle. None other than Larissa Weems herself.

Realising you had zoned out you tried to tune back into what was being said around you. Your phone buzzed under the table again and you began to feel sick. What if Marilyn saw? What if Larissa found out? What if your Ex found you?

Your chest began to feel tight. Constricting slowly and making it harder to take a deep breath. Your head was pounding and your stomach roiling. Your hands were shaking and clasped tight under the desk. Your body was overwhelmed with fear, and it was getting harder to hear Marilyn. It sounded distorted, as if it was under a layer of thick liquid like juice or honey. Things were moving weirdly as well, almost slowly but also too fast.

You thanked God that you had agreed to have lunch with Marilyn in the conservatory away from students. They didn’t need to see the new art teacher having a breakdown over some silly text messages.

“Y/n?” Marilyn asked as she laid a hand on your shoulder. “Honey, are you ok?” She said softly. You recoiled from the touch, and she quickly withdrew her hands into a surrender. “Ok. Ok. Its ok. Im not going to touch you sweetheart. What do you need?” She said and you shook your head, taking shaky breathes which weren’t helping ease the nausea. You curled yourself into a tight ball.

“L-leave me al-lone pl-lease.” You begged. You couldn’t see past the haze of tears and your head hurt so bad.

Marilyn stood back for a second, seeing she was getting nowhere. Suddenly she had an idea and whipped out her own phone.

“Honey? Do you want me to call larissa?” She asked softly. You hesitated and then gave a small nod. “Good. Good. Ok? Take some deep breathes. You're doing great Y/n.” She encouraged and began to dial your girlfriend.

The whole time she was on the phone she studied you closely to make sure you were still breathing and not at risk of passing out. After a few seconds she nodded and said something you didn’t hear before hanging up.

“She’ll be here in a second. Come on Y/n. You can do it. You're doing such a good job sweetheart. That’s it.” She gushed and you let out a shaky sob as you saw a pair of heels enter your vision.

Looking up at her with a tear-stained face Larissa’s heart broke for you. She quickly sat on the floor beside you, uncaring about her expensive suit and pulled you into her arms. She pulled you into her chest and tucked your head under her chin, her arms wrapped around your back. One of your legs either-side of her as you straddled her waist. She rocked the two of you side to side as she brushed her hands through your hair.

She exaggerated her breathing as you listened to her heartbeat and slowed your own. After a bit of just sitting there you took a deep breath of her perfume and released a shaky sigh.

“Hello darling.” She said cooly and with a tender tone.

“Hi.” You said almost shyly. She chuckled.

“Oh, my sweet girl.” She pressed a kiss to the crown of your head and rested her cheek thereafter. “Your safe baby. Your safe. Ok. Im here.” She said still rocking the two of you. After another brief silence she shifted slightly, and you let out a whine.

“Hush. I’m not going anywhere sweets.” She said and you let one last tear fall onto her blazer before playing with her broach and starting to speak.

“She texted again.”

“Who texted?”

“My ex.” You said and you felt her stiffen. You had told Larissa of your time with your Ex and she more than disapproved of her.

“How many times sweetheart.” She said softly.

“Seven.” Larissa sucked in a breath.

“Im buying you a new phone.” She said and you gave a half snort half laugh which made her heart warm.

There was another short pause before you let out a content sigh. “I love you Issa.” You said and closed your eyes and nuzzled into her neck, you were emotionally and physically drained and in desperate need of a nap. Right here would do, you decided as you began to drift off.

“I love you too my darling girl.” She said and kissed your cheek, smiling at the small snores you were making into her neck. She wondered what the students were going to think when she carried you through the hall on her hip like a toddler, fast asleep. Maybe a little bit of a distraction from the students would be good for you she decided.

[the-daiz]

Would you be so kind? | Thoma

Genre: hurt/comfort (angst if you squint)

Paring: Thoma x reader

Warning(s): slight mention of blood/injury.

Side note: I'm not even sure what this is, um. I don't normally erite anything that heavily implies romance yet here we are yeahhhh im so tired. HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!

Not proofread, sorry about the spelling mistakes.

Posted on: 26/ July/ 2022

With motion posessing the delicacy of an angel and hands as tender as the moistened leaves of morning rain, Thoma wrapped the cleansed white cloth around the flreshly obtained wound, staining the flawless color of the fabric with the crimson fluid oozing out. Carefully, he signetured the make-shift bandage with a tight knot, in order to stop the bleeding for good.

You jolted when he gave the knot a curt tug, features scrucnhing up while you quilled back your grunt of pain. Your eyes fluttered open, fixed on the polished wooden tiles below you. You were almost lost by how perfect they were, all strawn together in faultless unison.

Their sight was captivating, you thought. Or maybe you were simply too tired, or maybe you were trying not to look down at your bandaged arm. You knew if you had, the agony would only increase, even if gruesome sight had been already masked with the white rag.

"(Y/n)?" Thoma's voice pulled you out of your hazefull stupor. You felt your chest tighten at the sound of his voice. Warm and thoughtful. Like a feild of lavender flowers, basking in its gratifying smell.

"Yes, Thoma?" It was a miracle you were able to keep your tone so steady. You continued to stare down at the floor, avoiding his blazing gaze. You needn't glance at him to know what expression he held. It was one of sadness, you assumed, worrisome and of course, concern, he was always concerned when it came to you, he was always so worried about you.

"Will you look at me?" He muttered. You didn't miss the sharp inhale he drew in. It made him sound nervous. You gulped back whatever had made its way up your throat and lifted your head up, locking eyes with him.

"Of course." You breathed out. As soon as you had made eyecontact with him, you wanted to tear your gaze away. Just as you assumed. Sadness, worried, concern, all in one expression. However, there was one that you hadn't guessed. Adoreness. Love. The longer you stared at his features, the faster your heart paced.

"are you ok?" It was such a simple question, so why did it feel like an anvil had just plummeted down on you? Your smile wavered, but only for a moment.

"I'm fine, Thoma. It was just a cut, it'll heal. Don't worry." You reassured.

"how can I not worry?" He whispered, his eyes lighting with further caring sentiment. Your brows drew inward, your smile faltering as you stared at him with starck worry. "There isn't a time where I'll ever stop worrying about you.

"I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else. It hurts so much to see you in pain. Watching you hurt feels like walking over glass." You hadn't expected him to spill so much. You hadn't wanted him to spill so much. He reached out for your uninjured hand, holding it gently before pulling it against his chest.

"And I love you so much more!" You exclaimed, jumping forward a bit. Though he didn't react. he simply continued to stare at you with misty eyes, his lips pursed together ever so slightly. You tried to steady your breathing, in an attempt to keep your feelings suppressed. "So please don't-"

"I don't want to see you like this anymore. I don't like seeing you try to hide your pain because you know it'll worry me. I'm so scared for you, (Y/n), please, don't let me see you like this anymore." He tightened his grip around your hand. All you could do was stare at him wordlessly, your chest visibly moving up and down while your breathing quickened.

"I'd do anything for you. I'll do anything for you." The onky thing you could focus on was the fondness consuming his eyes. He slowly guided your hand up to his mouth, his lips brushing against the back of your hand and planting a fleeting kiss, his eyes shut and face tight with sorrowness. With his lips pressed against your hand, he murmured. "Please. Let me protect you."