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commander-vas-normandy · 3 years ago

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So Long As I Breathe || Michael Kinsella x Reader

Minors DNI with my works. Do Not Repost. Pairing: Michael Kinsella x GN! reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: Description of depression

A/N: I was in a heavy need for some Mikey fluff after being in a bad way the other night, so this is mostly just a vent piece. But I hope maybe you can get some comfort from this too.

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Tags: @murrdxcks @carters-things @star-spangled-man

The door was silent as it closed behind you, the sound of the latch catching barely registering even in the numbing silence of your home. It felt cold. Empty. And it made you ache, tears catching in your eyes as you had a look around at how impossibly lonely your home felt with the lights off and no sounds but the world outside your flat. You hated coming home to nothing and it felt increasingly more mind numbing with every passing day.

You knew you had people you could go to, but what was the point? It would always be fleeting. You would always go have a good time then the second you were away from everyone it was like falling from a cliff. Every negative thought and emotion came rushing at you like the jagged rocks on a shoreline far too far below. You would break your bones on every self deprecating thought, every vitriolic word slung at your own reflection. And the worst part was that you would survive. You would wake up to see the next morning just to relive that pain day after day.

You dropped your things at the door with little grace before trudging through your small flat to your bedroom. You stripped off your work clothes, putting on something more comfortable which was composed of a shirt Michael had left at your place and a pair of night shorts. His scent was just faint enough that it did nothing to dissuade the thoughts wreaking havoc on your brain and the second you fell on your bed the sobs tumbled out. They didn't stop until they lulled you into a fitful sleep.

Despite the lack of any real rest you slept through several missed calls and even the sound of someone letting themselves into your small flat. You didn't hear the footsteps that stopped at your door. Didn't feel the eyes that watched your sleeping form with a look of sympathy and understanding.

From the second Michael walked in he understood. There were no lights on, no radio or tv, nothing to indicate your existence in this space except for your bag on the floor. He knew you were home and he knew you weren't well. You hated silence. There always had to be something playing to keep the ringing from your ears. But not today.

Today he found you in bed with the last remnants of daylight highlighting your features through your blinds. You had mostly kicked the blankets off and were gripping a pillow for dear life with the smallest of whimpers. Even in your sleep it seemed like you hadn't escaped the hell your mind could be sometimes. He crossed the small gap to your bed and knelt beside you. The dried tears on your cheeks made his chest feel like it might collapse at any moment. If ever there was someone to understand your mental war with yourself it was Michael.

He finally called out your name, hopefully loud enough to stir you from your fitful sleep but not enough to startle you. You let out a small whimper but didn't wake. This time he carded his fingers through your hair and said your name again though a little more firmly. The combination of his voice and sudden touch stirred you that time. Your eyes cracked open and he watched as you tried to blink away the sleep.

"Mikey?" You mumbled after a moment, voice hoarse with sleep and tears.

"It's alright, love. I'm here now. Only a bad dream," he offered softly, moving his hand from your hair to cup your cheek. His thumb ran over your soft skin soothingly and you almost cried again, this time more from relief.

You stared at him for a long moment, brows furrowed together as you tried to stop the stinging in your eyes. But as time passed in silence you could feel the slight quiver of your lip and the heat that washed over your body as the tears finally began to flow again. Slowly, at first, then as if someone flipped a switch, quiet tears became sobs that shook your shoulders and forced your eyes shut. You hated to break down like this in front of someone, but Michael never judged you. At the very least there was freedom in his consolation.

Michael kissed your forehead softly, whispering into your hair that everything would be okay. That he had you. That he wasn't going anywhere. All the reassurances you needed though they did little to actually help the aching void in your chest. They never did, but he offered them anyway. You accepted them anyway. It was never about the words for you. What really mattered was his touch.

It was all in the way he kissed the furrow in your brow. The way his fingers carded through your hair. The way he slid into bed beside you to hold you against his chest with a hand on the back of your head like he was shielding you from the world around you. Even the deep rumble of his voice itself worked to soothe you more than his words themselves. The ache of loneliness dulled to a manageable thrum in the back of your skull, unable to fully fight back your love's enveloping presence. Your sobs subsided into huffy sniffles, irritation at being unable to breathe sinking in now through an oncoming headache.

"Are you alright, love?" Michael asked softly after you had been calmed for a while.

"Just grand," you mumbled against his chest in response.

You sat up, trying to clear your head a bit and Michael followed suit. He leaned back against the headboard and pulled you to sit between his legs. Your back rested against his chest and his arms wrapped lightly around you. He placed a kiss against your temple before nuzzling into your hair and you smiled faintly.

"Sorry if I worried you," you spoke up after a long silence and he gave you a light squeeze.

"No need to worry about that. I just want to make sure you're alright. Did something happen today?"

"Not really. Just woke up in a bad way this morning and haven't been able to shake it. Then I got home and… I know you're all family and you've taken care of me for ages but sometimes after a long day coming home to an empty flat just makes it feel like I'm alone in the world. And I can't always cope…" you shrunk in on yourself, voice small. It was always hard to admit out loud. You always guilted yourself over your negative thoughts because you knew none of them left room for doubt of their love and yet you doubted it anyway sometimes.

Michael was quiet for a moment, letting your words sink in. Your anxiety started to set in that maybe you had upset him but he kissed your temple again while one hand ran up and down your arm soothingly. Then he broke the silence again.

"I want you to move in with me." You turned to look at him, not sure you had heard him right but the look on his face let you know he was dead serious. "Then, at least, if you come home to an empty house you know it won't be empty for long. Jimmy and Birdie will be next door if you need anything. One of us will always be right there to let you know that as long as a Kinsella breathes you'll never be alone."

You felt the tears well up in your eyes again and he kissed your head once more. It felt like such a big offer despite how long you had known each other. A part of you felt guilty– like you would be burdening him just because you could be a little emotionally unstable on your own sometimes. But above all there was just relief. Relief that maybe there could be a more permanent break from the pain that came with that overbearing loneliness.

"Do you mean it, Mikey? Really?" You still questioned whether he meant it but the gentle love in his eyes answered your question before he could say a word. "Yes, please. I would love to."

He smiled softly, the smile lines by his eyes crinkling, and you couldn't help but to smile in return. "Of course. We'll get it sorted first thing in the morning. For now, get some rest. You need it."

"I think this time I'll actually get it." You settled back into his arms and he held you close once again. This time you fell asleep easily, actually getting the rest your mind needed after such a long day. Michael had you and he wasn't letting go.

#taliesin writes #michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x gn!reader #michael kinsella x gender neutral reader #kin amc #charlie cox

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antique-traveler · 3 years ago

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introduction/masterlist/request rules

hello! my name's bucky, i'm a 21 year old nb trans man, and i use he/they pronouns.

i'm an author/artist and i use this blog to post all of my fandom stuff. you can find me on ao3 as bbuckyy, most of my fics are there except for requests. you can also scroll through the tags "my fic", "my art", or "request" to find more of those!

speaking of requests, here's what you need to know before sending one in!

what i will write:

x reader or ship

any gender reader (i'll default to gender neutral if you don't specify)

trans reader

fluff

angst

hurt/comfort

sensitive subjects (homophobia, violence, mental illness, etc.)

some au's, depending on how familiar i am with them/how detailed the request is

what i won't write:

smut. i'm asexual, and writing excessive/explicit sexual content makes me uncomfortable

suicide/self harm

incest

cheating

who i'll write for:

matt murdock

foggy nelson

michael kinsella

geralt of rivia

jaskier

masterlists are below the cut!

request masterlist

the witcher:

wrozka on ao3 - 2.6k, G, geraskier

jaskier has a secret, and geralt is trying to figure out what it is

so long we'd become the flowers on ao3 - 3.5k, T, geraskier

After losing a medallion, Jaskier begins to undergo changes and unearth forgotten details of his past.

your hand in my hand, so still and discreet on ao3 - 3.6k, G, geraskier

jaskier wakes one morning to find that he isn't quite himself. throughout the day, he learns about who he was before becoming a bard, before meeting geralt, before he saw his mother taken from him.

sequel to so long we'd become the flowers

hang your head over, hear the wind blow on ao3 - 1.4k, G, geraskier

geralt has trouble sleeping, echoes of stones and slurs rattling through his head. jaskier takes notice and offers him solace the only way he knows how: a lullaby.

just hidden - 6.7k, T, geraskier

Jaskier is changing. Rapidly. Painfully. Bloodily. Geralt has no choice but to bring him to Yennefer to try and stop whatever has begun to mutilate and deform the man he loves.

the umbrella academy:

you're gonna be here for it on ao3 - 2.7k, T, five & diego

when five first jumps to the apocalypse, he sees his siblings as he expected they'd be at 30. all except one, that is.

five comes to terms with missing diego's coming out and transition

the gravities of terrestrial life - 2.0k, T, five & klaus

Klaus comes to terms with being older and younger than his twin brother.

x-men:

out of the black and into the blue - 11.2, T, charles x hank

When Hank realizes that his serum is no longer effective and must stop taking it completely, it takes Charles's help and almost two years for him to finally heal. In the end, it's not just his body that's changed.

daredevil:

we've changed so much i barely recognize our formative lives on ao3 - 2.4k, T, mattfoggy

matt asks foggy what he looks like, and is forced to come to some unsurprising realizations

over all these virtues (put on love) on ao3 - 8.8k, T, mattfoggy

Elektra is dead for the second time, hopefully for good. Matt has to decide if he ever really loved her, if he ever really loved women at all.

eight minutes on ao3 - 3k, T, mattfoggy

So here’s the thing: Matt, like, really liked physical contact. Foggy had been collecting evidence for weeks now, and he was absolutely sure of this conclusion. Holding Foggy’s hand as they walked home drunk, melting beneath Foggy’s hands on his shoulders, the way Matt leaned into him whenever they sat close enough; he clearly loved to be touched. Foggy wasn’t sure why, maybe living in a catholic orphanage for seven years just did that to a person. Regardless, if Matt needed to be touched that bad, then god dammit, Foggy was going to touch him. Platonically. Without getting a boner, hopefully.

epitaph, elegy on ao3 - 3.4k, T, mattfoggy

Jack is in Matt's living room. Jack is living and breathing and just as confused as Matt is. He doesn't know why, he doesn't know for how long, but Matt does know one thing: he has to tell his father everything.

reeling with the feeling on ao3 - 1.6k, T, mattfoggy

from the prompt: Oh uhhh I'd die for something that involves Matt and Foggy at some hot spring or alternatively a warm bath because: sensory stuff half or completely underwater, water, your loved one in super warm funky floaty place.

snips and snails on ao3 - 1.5k, G, nb!matt/ftm!foggy

from the prompt: Something something Matt being wholesome to Foggy about their dysphoria. Bonus if Matt is nonbinary because what the heck is gender i can't see it anyway

a magical place where it never rained - 7.9k, T, mattfoggy, autistic!matt

Matt's got some... quirks. He waves his hands and he can't stand loud noises and holy shit does he know a lot about Thurgood Marshall. Foggy puts the pieces together and convinces Matt to do the same.

How to Be in Love with Your Best Friend: A Step-by-Step Tutorial on ao3 - 13.2k, T, mattfoggy

Matt and Foggy have been through the wringer. They've won and lost and cried and fought and died and come back and now... now it's time for Foggy to take a chance.

and then they do that more on ao3 - 4.6k, T, mattfoggy

Matt's overjoyed by the way his friendship with Foggy has been revived. They're even closer than they'd been before Midland Circle; now they say "I love you" every chance they get, and they hold hands when they walk together, and Foggy greets him with light kisses. He's so happy that Foggy's his best friend.

the shape of his smile - 2.2k, T, trans!matt x reader

There's never a time when you don't feel lucky to witness how Matt becomes himself.

the walk home - 3.8k, T, matt x transmasc!reader

On the walk home, you get mugged. Fucking of course you do.

just a little team-up - 8k, T, team red, established mattfoggy

At first, Matt really does not want to team up with Spider-Man, but, bit by bit, they start to learn more about each other.

#my fic #the witcher #geraskier #geralt of rivia #jaskier #the umbrella academy #five hargreeves #diego hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #x-men #hank mccoy #charles xavier #chank #daredevil #matt murdock #mattfoggy #avocados at law #fic rec

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commander-vas-normandy · 3 years ago

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Bestie- I gotta have Michael Kinsella with 27 from the fluff list 👉👈

Bestie thank you for this! I would give anything to make this man smile. He deserves a break.

27 - "I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile."

It was Michael's birthday and he hadn't really wanted to celebrate– not that the Kinsella clan had given him a choice. It was always the same with them. Booze, gear, and a night that left the guys struggling to remember it the next morning. However, thanks to Birdie, you had been able make sure he was free for lunch.

Birdie kept him distracted for the better part of the morning, keeping him away from his home while you set up your surprise. You met up with Anna and she rode with you to Michael's place, helping you make cupcakes while you also prepared his favorite meal. She wouldn't be able to stick around long, but you were glad she had agreed to help you at all. Admittedly you were much more excited for this surprise than she was, but it spoke volumes to their growing relationship that she was here now.

The kitchen smelled amazing, between the baked goods that were just finishing being iced and the food in the oven nearly done. The lights were on proper and music quietly filtered through the small space. It was probably the most alive you had ever seen his quiet home and it made your heart ache as you looked around.

Your timer for dinner dinged, pulling you from your reverie, and you shot Birdie a text to let her know you were ready for Michael before getting the food from the oven. You hurried to plate everything and moved the cupcakes with "Happy Birthday" on them front and center on the kitchen counter. Everything was adjusted just in time for you to hear the click of the lock before the front door opened. Michael's footsteps sounded a little hesitant until he rounded the corner. When he saw the two of you he stopped.

"Surprise!" The two of you called out with varying degrees of enthusiasm.

And he smiled– really smiled. And it was radiant. The way his cheek dimpled and his eyes crinkled were pure, unadulterated happiness and it was beautiful. You wanted nothing more than to see that smile every day no matter what it took. For a moment you thought he might cry as he opened his arms, reaching out for the two of you.

You nudged Anna forward, letting Michael have a moment with his daughter. Her being there was the last thing he had expected and you didn't want to encroach upon that moment. Eventually she did pull away and you reached for Michael's hand.

He let you pull him into a hug, arms around his neck as you landed a soft kiss on his cheek.

"Happy birthday, love. Hope you won't hold the surprise against me," you chuckled quietly and he smiled again, softer this time, and it nearly took your breath.

"No, it's grand. Thank you." He kissed you lightly, just a fleeting touch while the two of you weren't alone.

You smiled and pulled away, nudging him towards the table for food. The afternoon was lovely between the laughter and stories shared. Eventually Anna had to leave and so too you with her to drop her closer to home. You would be back later, but knew there wouldn't be a moment of peace once evening came.

Michael held his daughter close, kissing the top of her head before she went off to wait in the car. You pulled him in close to kiss him again while Anna was busy getting herself situated.

"I think that's the first time I've ever seen you smile– like, truly smile," you pointed out, tone gentle as you smiled softly.

"Today couldn't have gone better. Thank you for this. Really, I mean it. This meant a lot to me having you both here like this." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze, glancing over your shoulder and back.

"It's the least we could do."

"Well, it was the world to me…" he kissed you one last time before you had to leave. The last thing you needed was to ruin the day by getting Anna in trouble.

Michael watched you pull out and lingered there for a moment before going back inside to the remnants of your small party. For once he felt like it was possible for him to be happy after all.

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psychedelic-ink · 3 years ago

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First of all I hope you're feeling better love, sending you lots of love and many hugs 💞

now as for the masterpiece, this was so incredibly sweet and touching 🥺 literally my heart melted when mickey came and comforted reader, ngl I teared up a little when he said as long as there's a kinsella around you'll never be alone, legit almost cried-- I need kinsella family comfort in my life too 🤧

thank you for writing this, I absolutely loved it <333

So Long As I Breathe || Michael Kinsella x Reader

Minors DNI with my works. Do Not Repost. Pairing: Michael Kinsella x GN! reader (no y/n)

Wordcount: 1.5k

Warnings: Description of depression

A/N: I was in a heavy need for some Mikey fluff after being in a bad way the other night, so this is mostly just a vent piece. But I hope maybe you can get some comfort from this too.

Masterlist

Tags: @murrdxcks @carters-things @star-spangled-man

"Mikey?" You mumbled after a moment, voice hoarse with sleep and tears.

"Are you alright, love?" Michael asked softly after you had been calmed for a while.

"Just grand," you mumbled against his chest in response.

"Sorry if I worried you," you spoke up after a long silence and he gave you a light squeeze.

"No need to worry about that. I just want to make sure you're alright. Did something happen today?"

"Do you mean it, Mikey? Really?" You still questioned whether he meant it but the gentle love in his eyes answered your question before he could say a word. "Yes, please. I would love to."

#kin amc #michael kinsella #michael kinsella x reader #michael kinsella x gn!reader #michael kinsella x gender neutral reader #charlie cox

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