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Could you do the riddlers comforting a reader who’s just,,, had too much? Like the day was just too much and they just want to go home and cry, but they can’t. Sorry if it’s a lot

Comfort

Riddler Headcanons aw baby should i be worried about you my little sausage? please let me know if you want to talk about anything ;-; and i'm so sorry this took me a while to get out but i've pushed it up the queue for this evening and i hope you see this and you feel better 💚 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: none just all fluffy and soft

arkham

it's perplexing to him that someone could be so overcome with emotion that they might grind to a halt, not because he doesn't understand pain and internal conflicts/suffering, more because his instinct is to keep going and push past it (or at least pretend it's not happening) but hey! he didn't spend years in an asylum and not learn a few things about how to healthily regulate some of the more difficult emotions out brains can send our way. you take a seat at his desk, in the good chair, and he'll brew some tea and give you a riddle to ponder, a good distraction. "if sadness were a puzzle, i would solve it for you. not because i'm overwhelmed by feelings for you, not at all. i meant because i'm smart. very smart!"

dano

wee-oo wee-oo upset reader alert!! all systems go!! literal sirens and alarm bells ringing in his little head, because all he wants to do is make sure you're safe and happy, since you're one of the few people (outside of his twitch streams) that he has a tangible emotional connection to. and when he realises not even his little giggles are doing the job, you can bet your butt he's heading out, coming back in 30 minutes with a greetings card filled with silly sentiments and a slice of pumpkin pie. and he'll sit there beside you, silently and patiently, until you're ready to feel better. "oh gosh, i swear if i could i would bury this carpet tucker into your sadness and watch it twitch until it stopped. but i can't, so i guess i'll just hug you instead."

unburied

it's highly unlikely that he's the reason you're sad, more likely to be the reason you're irritated, which means he's the perfect cure for the blues. do you know how hard it is to be sad, or even to cry, when you want to strangle the living daylights out of someone? to give him credit though, you're only one glance at him with wet, big eyes away from him giving you his little gcpd sweater (which he never gave back) and plopping on the sofa with you to show you his favourite video essays. "aw, i know what will cheer you up! i have a joke and a riddle. no no, not which would you rather, which do you want first?"

gotham

why is his immediate response to every emergency or difficult conversation tea and over-explanations? who knows, but it works most times. he's happy to sit and talk to you (or at you) while you let yourself process your thoughts and feelings. he's filled with the usual platitudes and pleasantries offered to sad people, but with his own unique brand of 'fun facts' that actually make it easier, like what you're feeling is normal and common enough that eddie's been able to study up on it obsessively in case he's in this exact situation. "it's a simple chemical imbalance. i'll make you some tea. you mustn't become a hostage to your own brain. what? oh, really, you're going to bring that up!?"

young justice

oh god his heart is in the right place, but the distress of seeing you in a less than happy state sends him into panic mode and has him desperately searching for ways to fix it. the concept of just letting you feel sad is lost on him. all he can offer are solutions, and he'll run himself into the ground trying to find the right one. it might not be helpful, maybe even a tad annoying, but he's doing what he thinks is best and at least his flustered little face is cute enough to remind you that not everything is terrible. "if you have me, but share me, then i am lost? oh...ok i guess secret works, but i mean a problem! or are those halved?...sorry, i'm very stressed right now."

telltale

stop it. *bonk* stop. *bonk* it. * bonk* now. *bonk* ok, so bopping you on the head with his cane didn't help...he's out of ideas. god it would be a lot easier if people weren't so human. but fine, you can mope and wallow all you want, as long as you promise to get better. because honestly, he's one sad moment away from losing his grip on his stoic exterior and having you both watch sad movies together while you cry into each other's arms and fall asleep in a wet, emotional heap. "i'm sad and beaten down every day of my life! i've ever known true happiness, but you don't see me cryi-...oh...ok don't look at me, i need a moment."

capullo

he's glad you're not crying. although if he was to be honest and emotionally available he would have to admit that somehow that's more distressing than if you could just let it all out and get back to being yourself. cheer up soon, huh? it's hard to get into the mindset he likes to be in (eheheh) if you're looking all mopey. aside from huge hugs, he's not much help, unless having your butt smacked makes you happier? it doesn't? ok then he's useless. "would it help you if we made out or if i unbuttoned my shirt...more? ok, yeah, it was worth a try though. and i will be back in an hour to try again."

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the arcana: main six reacting to injured! reader

anonymous: Could u do m6 reacting to mc coming home injured? I want some hurt/comfort >:))

Warnings: talk of being injured, blood. if that bothers you or tiggers you in anyway, please scroll away! i want this to be a safe place, only :)

thanks for the request anon!! i hope you enjoy!! <3 requests for the kissing prompts and physical affection prompts are STILL OPEN. please send them in with the character of your choice (which could be any character from any series i write for) and i will create an imagine!! thanks and happy reading!!

- tries his very very best to stay calm

- you can see panic bubbling under the surface

- faust is on high alert

- slithers around your shoulders and squeezes you for a hug

- "friend! hurt!"

- doesn't immediately ask what happened, just gets you to a comfortable place to be cleaned up

- then, and only then, will he brave to ask what happened to you

- or who did this to you

- wipes the blood from your skin with very gentle swipes

- winces when you wince, and apologizes profoundly

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "i fell in the market, tripped over a stone"

- "and nobody helped you?"

- in this case he's disappointed with the bystanders, but does not become angry

- in a situation where someone hurt you?

- oh god

- "Y/n, how did this happen? i thought you were just taking a quick trip to the market."

- "yeah, well, somebody had their eye on the same apple i picked up. somehow, though, they managed to push me to the ground and steal it from my hands."

- i don't even think he would know what to say

- and asra is not really the type to march out into the streets of vesuvia and seek to challenge the one who hurt you

- but he would certainly hold a grudge against whoever it was if he did find out

- and would feel absolutely awful about letting you get hurt

- his mind would race about the possibility of losing you again

- because he simply can't handle it

- and what if that person had been particularly violent or malicious? what if you had been taken??

- you'd have to comfort the hell out of him to make sure he knows that you're okay

- "asra, hey, i'm fine! i can handle myself, you know that"

- "you're right, and i know you're right. it's just hard"

- "it's still hard for me, too. the market still makes me a little nervous and i got caught a little off guard, is all"

- that would make him feel better

- would finish patching up your wounds and would make sure to bring you to julian the next day if they were too bad for him to fix or needed stitches

- would also create a special brew to help with the pain and ease you to sleep

- "why don't i go down to the market tomorrow?"

- "why? so when you pick a fight over apples, i can pay you back for all of this high quality medical treatment?"

- "well of course, surely you didn't expect all this tender love and care to be free" *wink*

- panicked doctor mode enabled

- immediately begins checking you over, asking questions

- something tells me it would be a head injury of some sort

- "oh darling, what happe- you're bleeding!"

- "julian, i'm okay! it's just a little scratch"

- "no no no you might need stitches, come sit down. i'll go get my kit!"

- there's really no use in arguing

- he has cold ass hands, so he tries to warm them up before he begins suturing the wound

- tries to be gentle, and his expert hands move quickly without any snagging

- "so, how did this happen?"

- his voice is literally trembling

- "well, i was in the clinic grabbing the list of ingredients we need for our next grocery trip and there was a puddle of... something on the floor. i slipped and hit my head on the corner of your desk"

- immediately thinks it's his fault

- like "oh shit i should have cleaned better that could have killed y/n and then what would i have done-"

- doesn't necessarily voice this, but you can tell by the silence that follows that he's feeling really guilty

- would kneel for you, head on your knees

- "y/n, i am so sorry"

- "juli, it's really okay, i should have watched where i was going"

- "i'll make sure to clean better from now on, okay?"

- would guard you throughout the night in case of concussion

- nurse juli <3

- but let's say someone had put their hands on you

- would patch you up the same way, and apologize profusely for not being there with you

- tuck you into bed and fetch mazelinka to keep an eye on you throughout the night incase of a concussion

- would most definitely be self destructive and seek that mf out

- maybe not successfully, but would try his hardest

- "i'll be back in the morning, get some rest"

- "I can find them myself if I want to, you know"

- embarrassed blush

- because he KNOWS you can take care of yourself

- "of course, but right now you're hurt. as your partner, i will do what must be done on your behalf darling"

- probably shows up the following morning with battle scars of his own

- the guards found you in the garden, passed out in the maze

- blood trickled down your arm, a large gash marking your bicep

- ran you up to the palace and immediately to the medical wing

- them]n nadia gets word

- the calm, collected queen act disappears

- abandons anything she's doing, anybody she's talking to

- "we will finish this at a different time, i have more important matters to attend to"

- she is so worried and it's honestly adorable

- very much giving "where tf are they?" energy

- god i love her so much

- anyways um

- asks the nurses over and over what happened, if you're okay, etc.

- watches the physicians and nurses like a hawk as they clean the wound and suture the cut

- and they're so intimidated lmao they never come face to face with her literally ever

- brushes your hair back from your face as they do so

- holds your hands

- would demand that you be brought to her sleeping chamber

- so that's where you wake up! how cute

- she's laying beside you, her brows furrowed

- maybe even her eyes are a little hazy

- "y/n, sweetheart, do you remember what happened?"

- patiently waits for your answer, you're still a little groggy

- you were either attacked by an animal and passed out from the fright

- or you were attacked by an armed person and was knocked out

- either way, the guards are on it

- nadia isn't letting whoever or whatever did this get away without a fight

- the palace is meant to be a safe haven for you

- for the both of you

- "well, don't you worry, we'll take care of that"

- you try to sit up but she won't let you

- "oh no, you must stay down, y/n. you are possibly concussed from the fall"

- "oh okay, sorry"

- "is there anything i can get you?"

- the countess of vesuvia, serving you in your time of need

- "just some water would be nice"

- "of course, i'll have some brought up right away"

- i literally feel like he would just start crying straight up

- cause like he has some problems anyway

- he big sad boi

- and you coming home to the hut bleeding from a gash in the arch of your foot is not helping

- picks you and carries you to the bed without a word

- just starts examining the cut

- inanna is also very concerned

- she licks the blood from the cut, she's trying to be helpful

- meanwhile muriel is stumbling around the hut looking for anything to stop the bleeding, disinfect it, bandage it, anything

- but he's not the best about keeping that stuff in stock

- keeps looking back at you with worry in his eyes

- he doesn't know what to do

- "muriel, let me see if i can contact asra. maybe he or julian can bring me a salve. i'm pretty sure i'm gonna need stitches"

- low-key makes him feel worse

- cause he feels like he's unable to care for you and keep your safe

- even tho this was just an accident

- he's breathing really fast, his anxiety creeping

- agrees anyway, but goes to get them himself

- "i'll be back soon, just keep this piece of cloth pressed against it"

- cause you're bleeding like a lot

- inanna stays behind

- he returns very quickly with julian in tow, though he doesn't look happy about it

- leaves the hut without another word

- julian gets to work immediately

- "so, you cut your foot i see"

- smartass.

- "yeah, muriel always tells me to put on shoes when i walk in the woods but i love to feel the grass beneath my feet"

- julian chuckled at this

- "and i'm assuming you, what, stepped on a rock?"

- "...yeah, sliced it right open"

- after julian is done cleaning up the cut, he tells you to just stay off of it for a while and make sure it doesn't get infected

- once he's gone, muriel trudges back into the hut

- "muriel, baby, it was just a cut it's not a big deal"

- but his eyes look hurt, and you beckon him toward the bed

- "hey," your hands on his cheeks, "i'm okay, really"

- "sorry, i just got scared. blood is still a trigger for me and since you got hurt in my woods, i felt like it was my fault"

- "muriel, of course it wasn't your fault"

- he really needed a hug

- after this instance, he made sure to keep medical supplies in the hut and you promised to try and wear shoes in the woods more often than not

- "i'll try my best to be more careful. deal?"

- sweet lil smile

- "deal."

- "oh my god, y/n, what the hell happened??"

- you were tending the garden

- without her supervision

- and the garden sheers might have sliced into the palm of your hand

- deep

- brings you over to the sink and runs water over the cut, covering it with a towel when the dripping blood had been washed away

- girl is on the move

- cause she knows what to do! love that

- low-key a main reason why julian managed to live as long as he has

- pepi is curiously perched atop one of the counters, peering down

- finds her personal first aid kit she had stashed in the bathroom

- guides you over to sit on the counter while she tries to figure out what to do

- "damn, you really cut yourself, y/n"

- "sorry! i think i just got a little carried away"

- she giggles at that, though she is still worried about the fact that it won't stop bleeding

- gently wraps the cut in gauze and adheres it together

- places a kiss to your fingertips

- "all done! no more gardening for you!"

- "hey, why not?"

- "well you don't want that cut to open back up again and again, do you?"

- "no"

- "alright then," she smiled, moving to put away the first aid kit again, "and we're going up to the palace medical wing first thing tomorrow morning to make sure it's not infected"

- eye roll

- "yes ma'am" you mocked

- even though you know it's just because she loves you

- "but since you got hurt, you want me to bake you some cookies?"

- "only if you let me eat the dough!"

- good god do i love this man

- but he is so self-absorbed it's actually insane

- and I feel like he wouldn't even notice at first

- cause he's too focused on himself

- gazing into the mirror without a care in the world when you walked in

- "y/n, thank goodness you're home, how do you feel about these pants?"

- you just hobbled to the nearest seat, hand resting over the gash on your knee

- mercedes and melchior were lazing across a rug at the base of his mirror, their attention set on you

- "u-um, yeah, they look good"

- literally just trying not to bleed out, over here

- "good? oh really, now, y/n don't they look amazing?"

- "yes, they look ama- ow, damnit"

- then he turned around

- immediate shock and worry! oh no oh no y/n is hurt!

- mercedes and melchior walked over first, whining as they took in the cut, brushing around the edges

- lucio raced over, squatting down in front of you, and began examining the cut

- "hey, hey, what happened?"

- "i accidentally tripped on my walk in the garden and scraped my knee on the cobblestone"

- he was lightly touching around the cut, gauging how sensitive it was

- when you flinched he stopped, looking into your eyes with a soft "sorry"

- "i think i need to go to the palace infirmary"

- "oh there's no need, i can take care of you!"

- you were not convinced he could take care of you, at least not well

- "uh, lucio, are you sure?"

- he looked slightly offended, at that

- "you know, y/n, i did fight in battles at one point. i have not only tended to my own wounds, but the wounds of others, as well"

- you giggled at the thought

- "much to your protest, though, i'm sure"

- he moved to the small cabinet of medical supplies in the ensuite to your bedroom, returning to your side with it in hand

- "at points, but i don't mind helping you in the slightest"

- for all of his antics, his soft side was enough to make you fall in love all over again

- and although i know he would take care of you in literally any situation, i can't say for certainty that he would stick around and place nurse lucio for long if a person had hurt you

- attacked you

- much like nadia, the guards would be sent out without a second thought, lucio leading the pack in the search for you aggressor

[christophersdicc]

Christopher Velez • Perfect Illusion • @besosdecnco's 500 Followers + Writing Contest

Okay so I just got back from writing this shitty story but this is for @besosdecnco's writing challenge and it was like a "sequel" of some sort or maybe a different interpretation of the story. It was super sad. The way this bitch wrote her piece is fucking impecable. It was raw and emotional that's why it gave me a big inspo to write a different version of somesort.

Here it is, hope y'all enjoy.

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Forever. It's the word that brings life to a thing. It brings sorrow to a person. It brings agony to an indicted criminal. But when it comes to love, it's the most precious word that you would want to hear. Sometimes, it was said in an understatement because we never know what's going to happen. But often it's an overstatement. Stating facts, or lies rather, that a person can stay on someone's side forever. And in this world full of lie, would you be able to trust this word? For her case, the answer is clearly a no. And for his case, it's an overstatement.

"We will be forever." His words are soft and vibrant. The morning makes his voice so sexy and so manly. She thinks it was the most beautiful music you can hear. As the lights in the room shoot inside the room, his eyes glimmer with joy and excitement. Another day to face with his love. His greatest love. As he slide his arms on her jawline, he carefully pressed his red lucious lips on hers, biting his lips a little that shoot million of volts on her spine. A sensation she always want to feel. Like a drugs. She getting high on it. Suddenly, a buzz of an annoying piece of technology rung and the sound is horrendous. It's a new day for both of them but they must face it together.

"Chris, you're home!" As he put his bag on the floor, he run to her finding her smiling back at him while chopping some colorful vegetables on the kitchen counter. She noticed that his usual happy and bright man, is tired but the guy still managed to hugged her one and only love. It's making her happy. Her heart is jumping up and down like crazy, a sensation that never goes out since the first day she met him in a concert in her hometown. Things get heated out as he plant his lips on her jawline, nibbling every bit of her skin, her hands grasping his hard and bulging biceps through the leather jacket, his eyes full of lust and her eyes full of love. His pants and every squeeze into her back part makes her squirm a little and it sends deep-voiced laugh from him. He decided to sweep all the stuff on the kitchen table, plates and bowl falling on the floor broken but he doesn't care. He lift her on the countertop and things went from sweet to spicy.

"I'm leaving for a couple of months for the tour, I hope you don't mind." Why would she mind? It's his dream to tour around the world and it's what she signed up for. As they give their sweet nothings and cute little chitchats on the airport, she feels a little pinch on her heart: a feeling everytime he goes away for rehersals or hang out with her band mates that. She take away or shook the feeling. It's like a part of her now. But on the other hand, he knows his mn will be living the best of life. A life that a simple girl can't give. A life that he deserved. Well, the boy is talented enough to win some shit. But you can't take away the feeling of being left. It's hard and it hurts you. She just said to herself that he's coming back. Wiping the tears that rolled down her cheeks, she received a what it seems like a final kiss to give her reassurance that he's coming back.

"Would you do the honor of becoming Mrs. Christopher Velez?" A question which she waited for a long time. And it was worth it. She bobbed her head up and down to signal him that it's a yes, because words can't even describe the happiness she's feeling. And as per usual, she's crying, but this time, it was a genuine happiness. He immediately tool the ring out of the red velvet box and shoot it into her long almost-white finger. The cold palladium ring is sending her to other dimension, a dimension where happiness is the only thing that exist and it made her dizzy for quite a bit. He got up and he immediately cupped her face and kiss the life out of her like he never did before. It was the sweeteat moment of her like, his likewise. It was a successful wedding proposal and he thought it's going sideways but it's not. A cheer was heared from around them: their family and friends, and the his band mates, supporting him and her all the way. This is the start of fulfillment of his promises.

"I thought you'll love me forever." As the tears run down her cheek, not from a happy moment but from a sorrow. His love fades. As the time goes by, every time he is not with her, every time he looks at someone beautiful, every time he forgets that he has someone home, his love for her fade little by little until it was gone. Gone in the wind. Now she alone in the place where she used to call a home, it's now an empty space: without him. Without the light and warmth of his embrace, the deep voice reverberating through the walls, the sound of cackling whenever they sit in the living room couch and playing like kids, the love is already gone. Now she believes that all promises are not made to be fulfilled or upheld forever but it was a lie made by someone who is infatuated, a word that gives you comfort but will slice your throat if it had a chance. She should've never believed in him. She thinks fool of herself.

"I'm sorry but this is the end." Unfotunately for her, he still loves him. And it hurts him more than a specimen being played by a mad scientist.  She blurted the words she used to say to him and him to her but only greeted by deafening silence. She never thought silence could be that loud. She pleaded to say the words she want to hear, just to ease the sharp pain striking through her heart but his love was just an illusion. A perfect illusion.

The regrets she felt: by the time they met, the first time they held hands, the first time they kissed. She regrets it all. All of it. Now she's holding the paper that will break the sacrament of their marriage, picking up the pen and putting her signature on it, she thought the tears have already dried but she was wrong. She still loves him and the tears that used to be beacuse of happiness is now replaced by grief. She took a one last look at him and smiled while wiping her own tears, walked straight out of the door of a corner of a law firm. This is the end. He looked at her and his big eyes shed a tear. He regrets what he did. Well, at least she will be getting a good amount of his fortune but that is not the point. He knew she will be sad and miserable but he hoped she will find happiness. The happiness that she used to give. And he thought, it was just an illusion. A perfect illusion.