#sweet caretaker

[aspergirl2022]

You see the serie "Cells at work" ?

You see the macrophages ?

Well imagine a Caretaker like this.

Caretaker covered in blood, with a bloody chainsaw (or any mortal tools), smiling/giggling while fighting Whumper and reassuring Whumpee that everything is under control.

That’s the kind of deadly Caretaker I want to see!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Talia found Yasmin's hide out only two days after the bomb.

It wasn't easy. Yasmin had hidden herself well - her monthly reports had never mentioned an acquaintanceship with Vladimir Masters, the absolute gall of that girl - in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. She bypassed the few security measures with ease, eventually finding her daughter sitting at a kitchen table, hyperventilating.

"What happened?" Talia's voice was cold and demanding.

"The-" Yasmin gasped before stealing herself. "The Fentons are dead."

"I know the Fentons are dead." Talia circled the girl. "One split navel to throat, the other strangled. What. Happened?"

"The Fentons discovered their son was a Meta. Specifically, they thought he had been replaced with the extradimentional species they study." She took a deep breath. "By the time I had discovered their actions, Daniel was... dissected on a table."

Talia closed her eyes. She knew from Yasmin's reports that she'd been acting as the Fenton child's primary caretaker since her adoption and a fondness had developed. "Yasmin-"

"Don't, Mother." She snapped. "Don't act like this is anything less than a tragedy."

"I know-"

"He was a child-"

"Everything's been taken care of," Talia said. "As far as the authorities are concerned, Jasmine Fenton died in that explosion you caused. You need to return now-"

"No!" Yasmin bolted to her feet, glaring at Talia. "He's dead, Mother! An innocent child, the child I raised as my own, is dead because I couldn't protect him! Don't you dare try to sweep this under the rug like... like Danny was something shameful! I'm not leaving! I have to-"

Time Out.

Yasmin shut her mouth mid-sentence, giving Talia time to convince her off her self-destructive path.

"What happened to Daniel is a tragedy, Yasmin. But wallowing in grief and what-ifs only leads to further pain." Talia sighed. "The Fentons and the research you were so fascinated with are gone now. You made sure of that. It's time for you to return home and put that knowledge to use."

Yasmin stared down at her hands. Odd that Talia hadn't noticed, but Yasmin's hands cradled a small, dark blue jewel, polished into a smooth, oblong oval. It glittered under the candlelight, like stars in the sky.

Yasmin swallowed the rock and spoke, refusing to acknowledge what she'd just done. "You are right, Mother. The time of Jasmine Fenton is gone now." She stared straight at Talia, no trace of fear in her gaze. For a moment, Talia wondered where her child had gone. Yasmin never met her eyes unless prompted to when she was growing up. Now she was met with a younger version of herself with cheap dyed-red hair, with the same level of determination that made Talia the Right Hand of the Demon Head. "I will mourn for Danny... on my own time. For now, what is my mission?"

Talia studied her daughter. There was a reason why she'd hidden the girl so far out of the way of her Father and her son. Yasmin was a strong fighter, but had her father's heart, despite her willingness to kill. She'd always reminded Talia of a bodyguard rather than an assassin, but Yasmin wanted to go her own way, wanted to study everything. For years, Talia had indulged her daughter, but now it was time for her to return to the fold.

"For the next month, you will be training to remove any weakness the Fentons may have left in you. After that, you will be guarding an ally for me."

"Which ally?"

"A boy a few years older than you, a son of the Bat." Yasmin didn't react to the mention of her father. Good. "His mind is infirm, but by the time you finish your training, he will be ready to strike a blow against Gotham. You will act as his guard during his training and act as my spy while he's in Gotham. Do you understand?"

For a moment, Yasmin's hand brushed her stomach before she forced her fists to her sides. "Yes, Mother. I will do as you ask."

[whump-galaxy]

The Villain finds their Sidekick in an awful state. Half dead, breathing shallower and shallower breaths. They cradle their Sidekick, terrified of attempting to seek medical treatment. What if the authorities don’t treat Sidekick’s injuries? What if they just arrest the both of them? What if they leave the Sidekick to die?

They nearly jump out of their skin at the hand on their shoulder. It’s the Hero’s Sidekick. Having witnessed what the Hero did, they abandoned their team.

Now they want to help.

[bamsara]

Hey chief you've been sitting on the new chapter for a while what's the current word count? (also crumb? little crumb for us perhaps?)

I have about 70k worth of draft written but thats DRAFT and incoherent rambling so not an actual idea of the chapter word count, but since I've been talking about SL Monty latley I think it's fair to throw these here

[feverflushed]

When the whumpee is really, REALLY out of it with a high fever, and it's making them really worried and anxious, so their partner has to reassure them, explaining every little thing they're doing to whumpee.

"I'm going to put a nice cold towel on your head, honey, it's going to feel really pleasant."

"You can't keep lying in those sweat drenched bedsheets. I'm going to change them for you, okay? Fresh, dry sheets feel so much better."

"I'm going to give you a little sponge bath, alright? Just some lukewarm water and a soft sponge..."

"Are you tired, love? I'll dim the lights for you so you can take a nap. And it'll help with your headache."

"I'm going to take your temperature again, dear, we need to keep an eye on that fever of yours... I know that the thermometer feels really cold, but bear with me for a moment...."

[aventurineswife]

aventurine x reader!!: 🤍

req with hanahaki, but it’s a condition reader was born with {rather than the traditional unrequited love type of things, but aven doesn’t know that} basicallyyy: reader hides their condition from him, until one day aven finds out, and is worried it might be his fault

noticing how extra clingy he’s become, reader decides to ask him about it, he asks about their hanahaki, and we get cute fluffy ending <3

{basically chronically ill reader looking back on this, but hanahaki is very interesting :D}

hope you’re having a wonderful morning/evening/night <3 🤍🫧

“I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough”

Summary: You have been hiding a lifelong condition, Hanahaki Disease, from Aventurine. Though the disease isn't caused by unrequited love, it still manifests in the form of flowers growing your lungs. As Aventurine becomes more clingy and concerned about your health, you finally confess the truth. Aventurine, feeling a mixture of guilt and concern, vows to support you through your condition, offering comfort and care.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hanahaki Disease, Chronic Illness, Fluff, Comfort, Emotional Support, Angst (with a fluffy ending), Established Relationship, Relationship Growth, Vulnerability, Healing, Sweet Moments, Caretaking

Warnings: Mild illness (Hanahaki Disease), mention of chronic conditions, light angst, feelings of guilt and concern, unrequited love not being the cause of the condition.

A/N: THIS ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD PROMPT?! AND ALSO ORIGINAL TOO!! LIKE MAN I WAS DONE CRYING OVER CHARACTER GETTING THE DISEASE BECAUSE OF UNREQUITED LOVE!! ☹️💔

The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across your shared living space. Aventurine stands in the kitchen, flipping through a deck of cards absentmindedly, his gaze shifting occasionally in your direction. You’ve noticed how his attention seems to linger on you lately, how his glances feel like they carry a silent question he hasn’t yet voiced. And though he’s always been affectionate, his recent clinginess has you wondering if something’s on his mind.

Today, after all the little moments of unspoken worry and his fingers brushing your arm a little too often, you decide to bring it up.

"Aven, love,” you begin gently, meeting his gaze, “Is everything alright? You’ve been...extra close lately."

He hesitates, his ever-present smile faltering just slightly. "Ah, am I really that obvious?" He chuckles, but there's a hint of nervousness behind it. "It’s just...I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been coughing a bit more lately."

You freeze for a second, feeling your heart quicken. You’d tried so hard to hide your condition from him, carefully coughing petals into tissues, tucking them away when he wasn’t looking. Your condition was a lifelong burden, not caused by any recent heartache but simply part of who you are. But now it’s clear he’s been noticing more than you realized.

“Aven, it’s not... It’s not what you think,” you say softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I know what you’re thinking—that it might be because of you. But it’s not. It’s something I was born with.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, Aventurine’s confident composure breaks entirely. He stares at you, brows furrowing, genuine worry and perhaps a bit of guilt swimming in his eyes. "You mean...this wasn’t something recent? You’ve...you’ve had it all along?”

You nod, squeezing his hand. "It’s always been there. The doctors don’t know why, but it’s just a part of me. I didn’t want to worry you, so I hid it."

He exhales, visibly relieved but still concerned. “You shouldn’t have hidden something so big,” he murmurs, brushing a hand through your hair, fingers gentle and affectionate. “I... I hate thinking of you going through that alone.”

His tone is soft, filled with a depth of emotion you rarely hear from him. "I just wanted things to feel normal," you whisper, resting your forehead against his. "But lately... it’s been harder to hide. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you."

For a moment, he’s quiet, his hand slipping down to cradle your face, his thumb tracing gentle patterns against your cheek. “I’ll help you through this. You’re not alone in this anymore, you hear me?” His voice is resolute, his determination clear.

A small, hesitant smile finds its way onto your lips as you nod, feeling the weight of your secret lighten. “You really don’t have to...”

“Oh, but I do,” he insists, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. “I’m already envisioning ways we can handle it together. I’ll bring you tea every morning, make sure you rest more, and maybe bring a few cards to distract you when things get rough.”

You laugh softly at his playfulness, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. The tenderness in his eyes, the way he’s looking at you—it’s as if he’s promising to take on part of this burden just to keep you smiling.

“I’m lucky to have you.” you murmur, wrapping your arms around him.

He smiles, holding you close, his voice a gentle whisper in your ear. "And I’m lucky to have you, petals and all."

With Aventurine by your side, you realize that even the things you once saw as burdens feel a little lighter. The two of you, together, find comfort in each other’s embrace, knowing that no secret or struggle can stand between the love you share.

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[graceful-not]

*grabs you* if the members of the found family aren't at least a little bit fucked up about each other what's even the point man. if the lines aren't even a little bit blurred when it comes to roles what's the point. buddy. pal. what's even the point of having a found family and then imposing strict nuclear family roles unto them, or never allowing the roles they do have to be bent or broken. what's even the point if one character (assuming they're the same age) is ALWAYS being taken care of by the other without it being related to one of their arcs. what's even the point if the found family doesn't take care of each other. what's even the point if they're normal about having people they are so so close to so as to trust with nearly everything and stick with and sweat bleed and die for. what's even the point if the roles arent flexible and based on a foundation of trust over any kind of imposed relationship, and the dynamics shift for what is needed in the situation. what's even the point if they're not a little bit in love about it. they need to LOVE EACH OTHER. what's the point if they are being kept at a distance the same to that of an acquaintance and it's not part of their greater arc or bc of their character. let them sleep together. let them cuddle. let them kiss (not necessarily romantically!!! on the forehead or the hand or a little peck on the top of a head). I'm so sick of sanitized found families I need them to care about each other so much it hurts they need to think about the others way too much do you get it. I don't want it to be a replacement for a real family I want them to Frankenstein together a new creation it needs to be elevated it needs to be bleeding and raw it needs to be REAL I want it to be ALIVE. WHY are your found family dynamics so fucking DEAD!!!! STOP SHOVELLING ROTTING MEET INTO MY MOUTH I CAN TELL ITS DEAD I CAN FUCKING TELL WHEN ITS DIVIDED SO CLEARLY BY CARETAKER/WHUMPEE WHY IS IT SO ONE-WAY THE FAMILY TAKES CARE OF EACH OTHER THEY DONT NEED TO BE JUST ONE ROLE. A PERSON CAN BE A FATHER A MOTHER A MENTOR A TEACHER. A BROTHER AND FRIEND IN SOLIDARITY OR EVEN A LOVER IF IT IS NEEDED. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT.

[hawnks]

Vampire who’s so excited to have a little human mate, he’s prepared everything for you, made a home for you both to live, gotten all the accruements ready. You’re doted on.

Like a beloved pet.

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Okay so in the two Sonic movies there's some obvious parallels between the scene where Tom tucks Sonic in and where Sonic tucks Tails in:

They both look up, see their little guy having fallen fast asleep, and tuck them in.

Which is so utterly sweet and adorable.

But I just noticed parallels between Tom and Sonic's relationship and Sonic and Tails's relationship in another set of scenes as well. Namely, the one where their respective kid gets injured.

In the first movie, it's right after the truck chase scene where Robotnik's tank keeps producing smaller ones like an evil Russian nesting doll, the last one being a tiny bomb that sticks to Sonic and ends up blowing up and knocking him unconscious.

In the second one, it's on the snowy mountain where Knuckles and Sonic talk, but then things go south and Sonic tries to pass the compass to Tails, but Robotnik steals it and then knocks out Tails with a couple of rockets.

Just look at the parallels in the interactions and even the setup of these two scenes:

Tom and Sonic immediately call the kid's name

They rush to them and kinda cradle them, super concerned

Similar phrasing as they beg them to wake up

And then immediately they end up crashing into Rachel's life and taking over her house/wedding, where they get to Maddie to take care of their little guy.

I know Sonic's unconscious for the first one so there's no way he's purposely imitating Tom, but I just love to think that they're just so close that he's just picked up Tom's dad instincts and is imitating it without even knowing 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Sonic may be adopted but he really is his dad's kid.

[wangxianficrecs]

Tides by Anonymous

Tides

by Anonymous

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: When their routine is interrupted, Wei Ying gets himself and Lan Zhan ready for bed. Kay's comments: This story was so sweet and made me feel all warm and mushy inside T_T Just a short storty of Wei Ying taking care of Lan Zhan after an unspecified rough day, taking him through their routine and tucking him in. Every word and every action is filled with so much love, my heart has grown three sizes. Excerpt: Wei Ying toes off his shoes, changes into his house slippers, and pours himself a glass of water when he comes home. While the water filter's refilling, he washes his hands at the kitchen sink. This is all routine: Lan Zhan's routine, not his, which Wei Ying took and made his and which has the double effect of keeping him hydrated and keeping him closer to his partner. He's home late tonight, his backpack filled with books from the library where he's abandoned it on the sofa. Wei Ying thinks that, notes it, and walks past the backpack on his way to the bathroom. He notes it again on the way back to get more water and forgets it again. He has a reason this time: the lights are on. The lights are usually on. He gets home later than Lan Zhan on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Lan Zhan is usually asleep, waiting for him in bed. He's always asleep, and he always curls against Wei Ying when slides into bed. Even if he's sleeping on his back. Even if Wei Ying is going to scroll on his phone instead of rest. But now the lights are on in the bedroom too, so Wei Ying goes. The backpack, he thinks—he'll grab the backpack later.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, autistic lan wangji, wei wuxian has adhd, neurodivergency, caretaking, hurt/comfort, routine, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, short & sweet

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[just-here-for-the-whump]

Endeavour 1x2 Fugue

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee woken from a nap when Caretaker nestles a new little plushie into bed with them as a Get Better Soon Gift ❤️

[whump-galaxy]

Imagine a caretaker that’s just. A little bit off the rails. A few screws more than loose. They’re not mean or cruel, just exceedingly eccentric.

They’ll leap into fights with no abilities and still manage to win. They’ll save the “lost cause” prisoner just cause they can. Their miracle cures may not heal injuries, but they’re sure to bring your spirits up.

They have a glint in their eyes that the whumpee can’t help but admire, since that crazy bravery is what got them to safety.

[satancopilotsmytardis]

Anyway, Shigaraki POV, sadomasochism, impact play, corruption kink, CBT, CNC scene (maybe age play? Maybe daddy kink? idk, I'm somewhat trying to restrain myself)

[pcktknife]

chilchuck walked in that dungeon with 3 daughters and walked out with 4