#the hurt comfort of it all 😭😭😭😭

[chlix]

bf! hyunjin x fem! reader: you have a falling out with your best friend

genre: hurt/comfort warnings: friendship breakup and all related distress A/N: this was gonna be part of an ot8 post called "you just can't fucking take it anymore" but they all got too long and all the scenarios are different enough that i'll just post them separately 😭😭

[illbegottenfaith]

saboteur

your self-sabotaging tendencies can keep theo away for only so long (theo nott x reader)

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

a/n - yall I fucking lied idk why I just cant find it in myself to cram for midterms rip to my gpa 😭😭😭 eeee the final part!!!!! I had so much fun with this ahhh the setting the tension ARGHHH

tropes/warnings - hurt/comfort, angst, mild descriptions of self-sabotaging behaviours

word count - 1.8k

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See him around, you did not.

You made sure of it. After that afternoon, you started skipping group outings and taking more convoluted paths to your classes. You even started having your meals at ridiculously odd hours, all to minimise the little chance you had of running into Theo. It was a miserable affair, really, having breakfast at 5.30 am with Peeves pelting you with raisins. At least, you hoped they were raisins.

In your defense, what else was a girl to do? As much as you tried to brush it off and forget about it, you couldn't quite erase the image from your head - of Theo wearing a nauseatingly neon mesh vest, looking needlessly bereft.

Of course, what you hadn't anticipated was how much you'd miss seeing him around, even if it was only in passing in the crowded corridors between lessons. You hadn't realised what a helpful outlet your verbal sparring sessions with him were. Now, you kept all your emotions, both good and bad, bottled up and festering till they drove your body to the point of stiffness.

It was at the end of yet another long, gruelling week of this that you decided a soak in the prefects' bathroom was exactly what you needed. You had accidentally figured out how to break in in your fourth year. Though it was a luxury you were careful to indulge in sparingly, you needed a long, relaxing bath now more than ever. You were exhausted - exhausted in the way that stretched beyond your body, burrowing into your chest, weighing down your every thought.

The prefects’ bathroom really was the only place in this castle that let you breathe. You had been here for at least an hour, steam curling around you as you sank deeper into the oversized bathtub. The warmth dulled the ache that had settled deep in your bones after the week from hell.

You let your head tip back against the smooth edge of the tub, closing your eyes as your lips parted in a sigh. You felt the tension in your muscles uncoiling as the aromatic bath salts soothed you. There was nothing quite like the quiet of the ungodly hours of the middle of the night. For a moment, it was peaceful. For a moment, you let yourself forget.

Then the door creaked open.

You startled, barely managing to sink lower into the water before you caught sight of him in the reflection of the stained-glass window above you.

Theo.

He didn’t notice you at first, which suited you just fine. You watched him closely. It was fascinating what a few weeks apart could do - he seemed like an entirely different person. His movements were slow, deliberate, the exhaustion radiating off of him in waves as he yanked at his tie, loosening it with sluggish, uncoordinated fingers. His hair was slightly mussed, his sleeves rumpled from the robes now draped over his arm. The usual sharpness in his gaze had been dulled with fatigue, like the weight of the night was pressing down on him too.

Patrol must have been rough, you mused. His jaw clenched as he let out a slow, tired breath, his hands moving to roll up his sleeves, methodical and practiced.

Then his gaze flickered up, and he saw you.

For a second, neither of you spoke.

You willed yourself to not look away, to not look guiltier than you already did. But still, you couldn't help feeling your pulse pick up as he fixed his gaze on you, brow furrowed. Acutely, you were aware of how unfair it was that he got to be mostly clothed while you were...decidedly less so.

His expression was unreadable, something flickering behind his eyes as he took in the sight of you half-submerged in the bath, your shoulders bare, your hair damp against your skin.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You made a half-hearted attempt to raise your hackles as he took a slow step closer. Fighting was all you ever did with Theo, even at times when you weren’t sure if you really did want to fight with him, like now.

“Bathing,” you said flatly.

He raised his eyebrows, his lips twitching into something wry and unimpressed. “Clearly.”

From the right, a cheeky giggle floated through the warm, sticky air from the mermaid portrait. You flushed, crossing your arms over your chest as you sank a little deeper into the water. “Go away, Nott.”

Theo huffed out something that wasn’t quite a laugh. He studied you for a second longer before exhaling, glancing up toward the enchanted ceiling as if debating whether this was worth an argument.

Then, to your complete surprise, he walked over to the edge of the bath, sat down, and slipped off his shoes. The mermaid sighed dreamily as Theo stripped off some unnecessary layers. You rolled your eyes.

“What are you - ”

He rolled up the hem of his trousers and dipped his feet into the water at the opposite end of the tub, sighing as the warmth engulfed him.

“…staying, apparently,” he murmured, gingerly rolling out his neck.

You scowled. “You’re insufferable.”

“You’re trespassing.”

Well, he had you there. Your fingers curled around the smooth stone edge of the tub. “Are you going to report me?”

Theo exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face. He still looked exhausted, the dark circles beneath his eyes more prominent now that he had stepped out of the shadows.

“Too much effort,” he muttered.

You swallowed, unsure how to feel him not using this against you. That, for what had to be the first time ever, you were in the same room together without clawing at each other’s throats.

The silence stretched between you, thick and heavy.

“You’re out late,” Theo finally said, with lidded eyes and a drowsy slur to his words.

You glanced at him warily. “So are you.”

He hummed, dragging a hand through his hair. “Prefect duty.”

“I guessed.” You trailed a hand idly through the water. “Must be exhausting.”

“About as exhausting as breaking into a bathroom that isn’t yours.”

You shot him a look. “I meant, it must be exhausting patrolling a castle full of students who don’t know how to follow the rules.”

Theo’s lips twitched. “Some more than others.”

You didn’t take the bait, merely rolling your eyes. “Well, if you’re going to whine about it, maybe don’t take up the job next year.”

“Tempting,” he muttered, stretching his legs out under the water. He looked so relaxed, so...devastatingly vulnerable. A small smile tugged at your lips. Was this what it was like to get along with Theodore Nott?

“Bet you love it, though,” you said idly. “Getting to boss people around.”

Theo let out a short breath, but the amusement in his expression was gone now.

“I don’t love it,” he said, voice quieter.

You gave him a look. “Could’ve fooled me.”

He finally peeled his eyes open, jaw clenched, fixing his eyes on you with a look that made you feel warm all over.

“You think you know everything about me, don’t you?”

Your stomach twisted. There was something about the way he said it - something in the gravel of his tone that didn’t quite match the conversation anymore. Something that made it clear that he wasn't talking about being a prefect anymore.

You forced a scoff even as your heart hammered dangerously in your chest. “I know enough.”

Theo exhaled sharply, tilting his head slightly toward you. “Yeah?” His voice was sharper now, something simmering just beneath the surface. “Tell me - what exactly is it that you think you know?”

Your fingers clenched slightly against the edge of the tub. “I know that you think you’re better than everyone.”

Theo let out a short, humorless laugh. “Oh, that’s rich.”

“It’s true.”

He let out a sharp bark of derision which echoed dangerously in the bathroom and inside your head. Even the mermaid was dead silent. “Right. Because you’re so selfless and emotionally available.”

You felt a sinking feeling inside you. Your heart clenched. Served you right for thinking you could have anything remotely civil with him. “Fuck off.”

He shook his head, jaw tight. Something about the steely look in his eyes made you nervous.

“You just hate having people care about you, don’t you?”

The roaring in your ears died down. The world seemed to have become unbearably still. You couldn't figure out what kind of game he was playing this time. You didn't recognise the dull yet focused sheen to his eyes. What was he doing? Your breath came faster, your pulse thudding in your ears. “What are you -”

"You think you're so clever, don't you? Think you've figured out how to never get hurt ever again?"

You shook your head. "Stop." Your trembling voice made it sound like a plea. But Theo's eyes flashed with something merciless. Whatever false sense of security the heady air of the bathroom had lulled you into was now well and truly shattered.

“You push people away,” Theo snapped, his voice rising now. You had to get out of this. This was rubbing alcohol pressed flush against where it hurt. You floundered clumsily, helplessly.

"Enough. Please, I'm sor- "

“You make yourself impossible to love so no one even tries, so then you can hate them for leaving.”

"It's not my fault," you cried, gasping for air that wouldn't come. "I didn't ask to be this way!"

"Does that make you feel good?" Theo pressed on, sneering, steamrolling over your protests. "Do you get some sick, perverse kind of pleasure in always being right? That you really will be alone forever?"

Your chest twisted. “Don’t you get it?” Your voice cracked, all the restraint you’d been holding onto finally snapping. “I can't help it! I don’t know how to have anything good!”

“Well, I do!”

The words tore out of him before he could stop them, sharp and raw and furious.

It was the first time he had ever yelled at you.

Your heart stopped. This wasn't a game, not anymore. This didn't feel like a game.

Theo let out a harsh breath, running a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight, his eyes darker than you’d ever seen them.

And then you understood.

The frustration, the bitterness - it had never been about hating you. It had been about wanting you. Loving you, despite knowing that you wouldn’t let him.

Your breath came out unsteady. Theo exhaled sharply.

“I do,” he muttered again, quieter this time. He rubbed at something invisible on one of the tiles. "I know how to have something good. I could...teach you. I could..."

He exhaled sharply, shaking his head like he hated the words before they even left his mouth. "I could show you, if you’d just - ”

His voice caught, and he let out a dry, humorless laugh, like he already knew you wouldn’t take what he was offering. Still, he offered anyway.

"I could have...you. If you let me."

[imsogonesposts]

My Hero

|| ao3 || Finnick Odair masterlist || an: this kinda hurt to write ngl 😭 || requests are open !! ||

summary: Finnick Odair was known for playing hero. That’s why he was always saving you, both metaphorically, and physically. (5 times Finnick saves you, and one time you can’t save him) (wc: 4080)

warning: nightmares, canon typical violence, mention of blood, no happy ending, i think thats all

1.

You tried to calm your rapidly beating heart and your too-loud breaths as you woke up. You had had a nightmare, reliving the events of your Hunger Games from years ago. Except, somehow the memories were worse. Distorted to make what truly happened on those never-ending days into something more violent, more gory. 

You tried to ease yourself, not wanting to wake up the boy next to you, but the thing about Finnick Odair, was that he always seemed to know when something was wrong with you- even when he was asleep, it seemed. 

He turned in bed as you covered your mouth, attempting to stifle your heavy breathing. He wrapped an arm around your waist, lightly rubbing your side as he quietly, asked “you okay?” 

You stayed silent, trying to pretend you were asleep, but even half asleep, Finnick could tell that something was wrong. 

He softly whispered your name before repeating his earlier question, “are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you quietly replied as he sat up, using his arm to support his weight as he looked over you. 

He softly repeated your name again as you turned over to look at him. You imagined your eyes were stained red from crying, your hair was probably a mess too, but Finnick didn’t seem to mind. 

“Hey, what happened?” He asked a finger lightly tracing your arm. It was a comforting gesture, and right now, it was one of the only things helping to ground you. 

You’re not back in the arena, you’re home, in bed, with Finnick. The dream wasn’t real, this is.

“Bad dream,” you whisper as he frowns. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” He asks as you shrug. 

“I was back in the arena,” you quietly reply. “But everything seemed worse. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

Finnick instantly shakes his head no. “Don’t be sorry, I don’t mind. You know that,” he whispers, moving his hand from your arm to lightly cup your face, thumb lightly rubbing your cheek. “I never mind, I just like taking care of you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks as you shrug. 

“Hold me?” You quietly ask as he nods. 

Finnick lowered himself to the bed as he pulled you atop him, your head on his chest, right over his beating heart. It was a calming sound, it always was, and his hand tracing up and down your back only added to the comfort he was trying to bring you. 

“I’d hold you forever if you wanted me to,” Finnick whispers, pressing a kiss to the top of your head as he continues to trace your spine with one hand, the other moving to play with your hair. 

2.

The TV was playing in the living room, but neither you nor Finnick were paying any attention to it. You were reading as Finnick laid in your lap, asleep, as Caesar Flickerman showed the citizens of the Capitol Katniss Everdeen’s wedding dress options. You prayed that when you and Finnick eventually got married, your wedding wouldn’t be nearly as publicized as the “star-crossed lovers of District 12’s” were. It would be nice to have something for yourselves for once. 

“That’s right, this year will be the seventy-fifth anniversary of the Hunger Games and that means it’s time for our third Quarter Quell,” Caesar suddenly announced, pulling your attention away from your book, and onto the screen. Neither you nor Finnick were old enough to have witnessed a Quarter Quell before, but you had heard stories. Namely, what notto do- the stories of Haymitch Abernathy’s games and the consequences of his win had been told frequently as a cautionary tale, warning to not do anything too extreme to win your games, so long as you wanted your loved ones to live to see another day.

You watched as President Snow made his way across the stage, a boy dressed in white closely following behind him.

You knew that a Quarter Quell most likely meant more work for you and Finnick as victors, you knew that you wouldn’thave liked whatever cruel Quarter Quell idea the original game makers had come up with seventy-five years ago, but nothing could have prepared you for the words that left the president’s mouth. 

“On the seventy-fifth anniversary, as a reminder to the rebels that even the strongest among them cannot overcome the power of the Capitol, the male and female tributes will be reaped from their existing pool of victors.”

You felt your blood turn cold as you looked at the sleeping figure atop you. Chances were, you and Finnick would be going into the arena again. Chances were, you would be going in together. And chances were, they wouldn’t let two tributes out of the arena again. 

“Finnick,” you whisper, lightly shaking his shoulder to wake him up. He smiled as he opened his eyes to be met with your face. You hated how quickly his smile dropped when he saw the look of concern etched across your own face. 

“Hey, hey, are you okay? What’s wrong?” He asks, sitting up as he turns his body to face yours, his hands almost automatically reaching for yours. 

“They announced what would be happening for the next Quarter Quell,” you whispered, avoiding his gaze as you focused on the chipping paint on the wall beside the couch. Finnick had kept putting off repainting it, and now, who knew if you would ever get to see it fixed. 

He squeezed your hands as he noticed your refusal to meet his gaze. “That bad?” He jokes, panic instantly filling his body as he watched your eyes begin to water. “Hey, hey, don’t cry,” he whispered, gently taking your face in between in hands as he began wiping the tears of your face with his thumbs. “We’ll get through whatever it is, I promise.”

He was so sweet you could cry even more. You really didn’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but you had to tell him at some point. 

“Finnick,” you start.

“Yeah?”

“For the Quarter Quell,” you sniffle, “they’re gonna put two past victors back into the game.” You pause as you watch him think over your words. “They could send us back in,” you whisper, watching as his eyes narrow and shoulders gotense.

“What?” He questions as you nod. 

“I don’t want to go back,” you whisper. “I don’t want you to go back.”

He didn’t want that either. He didn’t want either of you to ever have to step through that arena again, he wouldn’t wish such a cruel fate to his worst enemy.

“I’ll figure something out,” Finnick whispers, pulling you into a hug as you cry into his shoulder. “It’ll be okay,” he whispers, rubbing your back and pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “We’ll be okay.”

He wasn’t sure how true his words were, but as of right now, his main priority was calming you down and holding you, letting you cry it all out into his embrace. 

3.

The first thing you hear after sleeping in the arms of the man you love, is Katniss’s voice yelling “Run!” You could feel Finnick instantly tensing up, sitting up as if ready to fight an enemy, only to be met with a wall of fog. 

While it was obvious that neither you nor Finnick knew why you had to run from something as harmless as fog, Finnick still began pulling you up, pushing you ahead of him as the two of you ran away from the fog with Katniss and Peeta in tow. 

“What is it?” You heard Peeta ask. 

“Some kind of fog. Poisonous gas,” Katniss replied as you all continued running. 

You could feel the fog slowly catching up to you all as you began to feel a burning sensation in your body. It was on your arms, your legs, too many places for comfort. All the while, Finnick was yelling at the three of you to “keep moving.”

You had wanted to listen to him, you truly did, but slowly it began to feel as if the burning was doing much worse than causing some pain. It was targeting your nerves, making it close to impossible to run without stumbling and twitching.You had wanted to stop for a break, but Finnick had pushed you forward as he ran back towards Katniss and Peeta to help them, as Peeta could barely move due to his earlier injuries. 

You could barely feel anything but pain and worry as you fell down a hill, a few feet away from a body of water. Pain from the fog, and worry that Finnick might not have made it out of the fog, that he might have fallen there, and that you may have lost him forever. 

You wanted to thank every star in the night sky when you, weakly, lifted your head up to see Finnick, Katniss, and Peeta roll down the hill. All injured, but all alive. 

“Sweetheart?” Finnick, weakly, called out, lifting his head as much as he could to look for you. 

“I’m okay,” you replied. 

He let out a slight nod before laying his head down again, mumbling out a small “good.” 

You kept your gaze on him, watching as Katniss and Peeta carried him to the water. You would have been worried by the sounds of anguish coming from him if it weren’t obvious that the water helped with the poisonous gas, otherwise Katniss and Peeta wouldn’t be able to move as much as they were. 

“Hi, baby,” you hear after a few minutes, looking up to be met with Finnick’s warm smile. “I’m gonna take you to water and help fix you up, alright?” 

You weakly nod as he picks you up, carrying you to the water as he gently placed you in the water, waiting as you returned to your normal look. 

“Better?” He asked as you nodded. 

“Are you okay?” You asked, eyes going over his body looking for any signs of injury. “You definitely got the worst of it.”

Finnick shrugged with a smile as he tilted your chin to look up at him. “I’m okay because you’re okay,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

4.

You had been talking with Johanna when you had noticed Katniss running through the forest like a woman gone mad yelling one word, one name, over and over again. “Prim.” 

You ran after her, finally catching up to her as you watched her shoot a bird down, her shoulders still slightly tense. 

“Katniss?” You whisper, so as to not startle the girl. “Are you alright?” 

She nods at you, taking the arrow out of the bird as she wipes it clean. “I’m okay,” she replied. “I thought I heard my sister, but-“ 

A loud scream cuts her off. A scream that sounds like a voice you know all too well. 

“Finnick?” You yell, running into the forest, Katniss quickly following behind you. Finnick had been talking with Wirus, Beetee, and Peeta when you left. Had he gone chasing after you and ended up in danger? Did another past victor find him? One that wasn’t in the alliance?  Was he okay?

The screaming seemed to grow louder as you kept yelling out for him, and yet you couldn’t find him. It wasn’t until a bird fell on your feet that the screaming stopped. 

Oh, it wasn’t really him. And thank god for that. 

“It’s a jabber jay,” Katniss explains, “Finnick’s probably still okay, the Capitol’s just playing a trick on us. It’s not real.”

You pick up the bird with a shaky hand as you nod. Her reasoning made sense, it all made sense, you just had to calm yourself. 

Finnick was okay. He was okay, and you would both escape the arena together. Safe and sound. 

You nodded once more as another scream filled the forest. A deeper voice calling out for Katniss’s help. 

“Katniss, we have to go,” you tell her, pulling on her arm as you try to drag her away from the screaming jabber jays that began following the two of you. And with that, Finnick screaming for your help again. 

It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real. 

As you half drag, Katniss away from the birds, you finally catch sight of Johanna, Finnick, and Peeta waving at the two of you. Thank god he was okay. Finnick was shaking his head “no,” making an X symbol with his hands, Peeta and Johanna yelling at the two of you, though no words leaving their mouths. Strange, yes, but right now you just wanted to be held in Finnick’s arms as he assured you he was okay.

Katniss and you ran closer to them until you both suddenly ran into a wall, so transparent you couldn’t even see it. You both landed on the floor, looking up to see Finnick’s hand placed on the clear wall, mouthing the question “Are you okay?” You nodded “yes” even though your body ached from the impact of the wall. Johanna began hitting the wall with her ax, but it was obvious her attempts did little to damage it. You were stuck. At least until the hour was up. 

“Are you okay?” You ask, suddenly remembering the girl you were supposed to protect. Katniss nodded as she sat up, moving to closer face Peeta. 

You give Finnick a knowing smile, silently telling him, “see? I told you they were real.”

He only rolled his eyes in response, the hint of a smile tugging on his face before he winked at you. You swore you could get lost in his eyes.

That was, until, the jabber jays found Katniss and you. Slowly, one by one, they began sitting on nearby branches and rocks, before opening their mouths, screams pilling out. Some yelling for Katniss, some for you. You heard the voices of all that you loved: Finnick, your parents, your friends back home. 

You watch Katniss attempt to shoot the birds down, but you knew it was pointless. The game makers probably had anendless amount of jabber jays at their disposal. You wished you could help, but every second the voices seemed to onlygrow louder and louder. You covered your ears, closing your eyes, in hopes of blocking them out, yet that barely did anything. 

It’s not real, it’s not real, it’s not real.

Finally, the hour passed, and Finnick kneeled beside you, rubbing your back to let you know he was there. 

“Hey, beautiful,” he whispers as you uncover your ears, finally opening your eyes to be met with his comforting green ones. 

“You’re okay?” You quietly ask. 

He nods. “I’m okay,” he tells you, hand still rubbing your back. “Are you okay?” He knows you’re probably not okay, he can see it in the way breathing, in the fear in your eyes, in the slight shaking of your body, but he wants to take things slow, he wants to help calm you down. 

You shrug at his question. “There were jabber jays,” you told him. “They sounded like you screaming, I thought something happened to you.”

He can feel part of his heartbreak at that as he slowly pulls you into a hug. “Oh, baby,” he whispers, kissing the top ofyour head. “I’m okay, I’m right here,” he begins rubbing your back again as you move your face into the crook of his neck. 

“I heard my parent too, Finnick,” you mumble against his neck. “And my friends back home…it was horrible.”

Finnick wished nothing more than the ability to take the pain away from you. To have been in your place instead so you wouldn’t have to go through such a thing. Or better yet, kill President Snow for ever helping with these games and foreverything he has ever put the two of you through. 

“They’re safe back home, sweetheart,” he whispers, kissing the side of your head. “They always interview the family, I promise you your family is safe at home right now, okay?” 

You nod against him, letting his warm embrace calm you. 

5.

“Good morning,” you say, lightly shaking Finnick away from his nap. 

He only groans in response, mumbling something that sounded like “let me sleep.” 

You brush hair off his forehead with a laugh before whispering, “I’m sorry, but I need your help with something.” 

This time, he peeks an eye open, finally meeting your gaze. “Is everything alright?” He asks through a yawn, one of his hands moving to rub up and down your arm. 

You nod in response before replying, “there’s a spider in the corner of our room, can you get it out?”

Finnick can’t help but laugh, sitting up and taking in the small room you and Finnick have grown to call your own in District 13. It wasn’t much, you only had a nightstand, a bed barely big enough to fit the both of you, and a small shaky desk, but it was enough. You were safe with him, you were both out of the arena, away from President Snow, you were both married now, and that was more than enough for him. 

“You mean to tell me you won your Hunger Games, and you can’t manage to kill a spider?” Finnick asks with a laugh, wrapping an arm around your shoulder before pulling you in to press a kiss to the side of your head. 

“It’s not funny,” you grumble, leaning into his touch as he laughs again. 

“You’re right,” he mumbles, pressing another kiss to the side of your head before getting off the bed, “it’s hilarious.”

“It’s near the desk,” you inform him as he nods, ripping a blank page out of the notebook that sat on the desk, picking up a discarded cup, placing the cup over the spider, and sliding the paper under the cup. 

“Can you get the door, sweetheart?” He requests as you get up with a nod. 

He kisses your cheek as you hold the door open for him. “It feels like you’re always saving me,” you joke as he laughs with a nod. 

“I happen to like saving you,” he easily replies. “I can be your knight in shining armor,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and walking out of the room to discard of the spider. “And it makes me feel useful,” he calls out before you close the door with a laugh.

+1

It was a strange thing. One moment, you were holding hands with Finnick, him making jokes to ease your ever-growing nerves, you laughing along as if his attempts were working. Finnick wasn’t stupid, though, he knew his attempts to calm you weren’t working, but no matter how much he tried to convince you, you insisted that you had a strange feeling in your stomach. A bad feeling that something wasn’t going to work out right today.  

One moment, he was swinging your joint hands back and forth, the next the two of you and the rebels were running from the mutts chasing you all. The mutts who stood tall like humans, chasing you with their almost reptilian-like tails, their hollow dark eyes, and their razor-sharp teeth. You could still feel Finnick’s hand in yours as you ran to the main sewer.

If you were a more selfish person, a smarter person, you would have found a way to stay back at District 13, and with that, find a way to convince Finnick to stay with you. Say something like you wanted to have as close to a honeymoon with him as you could back in District 13. Back in your almost too-small-to-move room, back in your slightly worn-out bed. Back home, safe. Without having to see so many people who were part of the rebel group die such a cruel death. Nothing about this was fair. Not one bit. 

You would close your eyes, will all of this away to be just another bad dream as you wake up safe in Finnick’s warm arms again, but every time you close your eyes, you were reminded of those who lost their lives due to the rebellion. The rebellion that you wished more than anything would just end already. Boggs, Jackson, Leeg One.

You feel something, someone, push you towards a ladder as the smell of blood, and roses, and death fills your nostrils. 

“Climb,” you hear Finnick instruct as you nod your head. 

“Finnick-“

“Climb,” he repeated, his tone more stern. “I’ll be right behind you, I promise,” he says, pressing a quick, haste kiss to your lips as he pushes you towards the ladder again. “I’ll be there soon, baby,” he tells you, turning around to fight off more of the mutts with the trident Beetee had recently crafted for him. You barely register your hands pulling you up the ladder, nor the bottom of your shoes pressing against the ladder as you make your way up. 

One second, Finnick’s lips are on yours, the next, you're atop a platform, watching the rest of the rebels climb their way up, save for one. 

“Where’s Finnick?” You ask before you hear the sound of screaming. The sound of his screaming.

It was like you were in the area again, back with the jabber jays taunting you and Katniss with the screams of those that you loved. Only this time, it wasn’t a distorted audio. This time it was real.

“Finnick!” You yell, making your way back to the ladder. You had to help him, you had to save him. He’s done the same for you countless times. You had to help him, you had to-.

A pair of strong arms pull you back, holding you tight so you wouldn't be able to escape. You thrashed against the person, Finnick’s screams of pain only further motivating your escape as the person, Gale, tells you, “No, he’s not coming back up.”

You didn’t want to believe him. Right now, your heart was overpowering any rational thought as you tried to escape from Gale’s hold. You had to try, you couldn’t let Finnick die. Not like this. Not with so much pain. Not in the water. It may not be the ocean water that he loved so much, but it was water nonetheless. He can’t die, he couldn’t, but especially not in the place he had always considered to be like a second home to him. In the place that would help calm all his racing thoughts, the water which he had practically grown up in. It wasn’t fair, nothing about any of this was. It wasn’t fair that either of you had to enter the Hunger Games at such a young age, that either of you had to go through those horrid games again years later. It wasn’t fair what the Capitol put Finnick through, it wasn’t fair that now he was so far out of reach.

You watch Katniss take out the Holo from her belt, whispering the word “nightlock” three times before releasing it to the sewer. To the mutts. To Finnick. 

“Katniss no,” you choke out through a sob, but the explosion had already happened before you could finish your plea. That’s when Gale finally releases you, letting you sink to your knees, as your sobs overtake you. 

“We can’t stay here,” Katniss suddenly says. You feel Cressida come to your side, rubbing a hand up and down your back to soothe you. The same way Finnick used to. 

That’s when it hits you: you’d never get to feel his touch again. Never wake up in his arms, hear his voice, have him next to you as you both drift off to sleep, you'd never get to tell him you loved him again. You didn’t even get to say it againbefore climbing up the ladder. 

You barely register Katniss and Peeta’s argument as Cressida helps you up, leading you to god knows where. You were only half there mentally, though you doubted anyone could truly blame you. 

Finnick was gone. The weird feeling you had in your stomach was right, and in the most cruelest way possible too. 

“I didn’t even get to say bye,” you croak out through a sob as Cressida continues rubbing her hand up and down your back. Though, it would never bring the same comfort that Finnick’s actions used to. 

[catmoe]

super silly terrible trio headcanons for @pjtrashofficial might update and add more in the future!

i am helping to keep the pj fandom alive

Romeo:

-invented a kareoke and dance rhythm machine one day out of pure boredom and night ninja and luna tried to steal them on multiple occasions

-lives in the flying factory

- has pulled more all nighters than he count

- had an orange juice addiction

- handwriting is a mix of cursive and regular font yet still surprsingly readable

- VERY COLD HANDS not as cold as lunas but STILL COLD

- had robot brainrot, refers to sleeping as 'sleep mode' or 'restarting' and passing out as 'short circuiting'

- has a collection of teddy bears but professor snuggles will always be his favorite one

- LOVES organizing things but somehow never has the motivation or willpower to clean his room, like the entire flying factory being clean except for his room

- he has a blahaj that he put glasses on. i have a feeling

- has numerous injuries of all kinds from inventing and fighting, like burns, bruises, cuts and scars

- surprisingly not physically adept and kinda fragile at times like im thinking he could trip on a rock from running from the pjs and break his leg 😭

- doesnt understand why taking over the world or the inventions he makes are bad at all he thinks the reason why everyone hates him for it is because they dont understand how it works and are jealous of him for it or think hes not capable of ruling the world like i dont think he understands whats bad about being a dictator 😭🙏

- enjoys sweet food, especially chocolate and strawberry flavored food

- found a lab coat on the side of the street and claimed it as his however it was far too oversized so be stitched it as best as he can to make it fit him but the stitching is lop sided because he isn't that good at stitching but he tried 🙏

- saw other people having earrings and though it was cool so he invented something to pierce his ears but he underestimated the calculation and preparation neccessay and how much it hurt and he pierced it too high so he had a migraine and his ears kept ringing for a week straight because of it

- actually the shortest out of the main 6 im pretty sure this is canon but im putting it here because why not

- has hacked into government servers multiple times

- actually pretty good at video games

- might actually enjoy minecraft

- him and greg bond over shared experiences like difficulty with poems and presenting it to the class, not being taken seriously, being taken for granted, being recognized only for their skills and other stuff that they share in common that i cant think of right now

- sees how night ninja and luna bond over art and painting so he tried it himself and isnt the best at it, but hey, atleast he bond with them about it right? 🥹

- is a walking calculator, mental math final boss

- can yap FOR LITERAL HOURS about his special interests i kid you not. (get it, hes a kid? pun not intended btw)

- special interests are computer, science and math, anything plush or cuddly related and space

- social awkwardness final boss like surprisingly greg is better at socallizing than him thats how bad he is at interacting with people

- happily looks forward for villain alliances if it means that he wont be alone for a night

- annoyed fairly easy

- gets silly when hes comfortable around someone (very rare occurance if that someone isnt robot)

- autism creature

- can play the piano

- does the erm actually pose on a daily basis

- sleep deprived

- cannot see without his goggles even if his life depends on it

- talks to himself out loud and narrates the things hes doing (like what catboy does)

- has the biggest, brightest and liveliest smile ever

Night Ninja

-warmest hands ever

-LOVES manga or comics in general

- a very good artist

- plays board games with his ninjalinos when they are not training or fighting

- knows first aid so that he can patch up himself and his ninjalinos after a fight or intense training

- is actually kinda terrified of what anyus flute is capable of

- can do a perfect split with no warmups whatsoever and feel no pain from it

- the ninjalinos are strong enough to carry him around if they group up and its actually pretty funny

- whenever he wanders off in the middle of the night he always makes sure his ninjalinos are asleep. some are, some pretend to sleep then mess around

- sometimes breaks into the flying factory when hes bored to see what romeo is doing mostly because he can't break into the moon to see luna to sneak around her most of the time so he pesters romeo twice as much eheh

- king of video games especially anything action themed

- had punched a hole in a wall out of pure frustration multiple times

- has scared his ninjalinos on accident multiple times and feels guilty for it

- does little shows and tricks every now and then to make the ninjalinos smile when they feel down or for their birthdays

- can play the flute

Luna Girl

- punches people when shes missing her luna gadgets (Night Ninja taught her)

- Her and Motsuki wrestle sometimes when they are bored

- Motsuki is a flying flashlight and Luna is used to it already

- coldest hands to ever exist

- whenever night ninja ventures off in the middle of the night, sometimes she sneaks on the ninjalinos and plays games with them like tag and they enjoy her company

- likes dress up

- an aspiring artist like that one scene from Romeos disguise i think where shes painting outside the museum

- gets bored sometimes on the moon so she visits earth in hopes of something fun to do

- her and romeo sometimes bond over their interest in space

- loves learning new skills

- loves halloween because she gets to see creative costumes and scare people for candy every year

- loves having her moths carry her around like a parade float

- [ ] loves teasing the wolfies about the moon

- [ ] loves teaming up with night ninja to tease romeo

[mingoooossii]

Can you do both headcanons for park yoon ho and pi hyun wool? Thank you so much!

P. Han Ul and L. Hyeon Woo headcanons.

Kdrama: Study group

Warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, minor webtoon spoilers??(not that serious actually), might be a bit ooc

A/n: I'm not a fan of han ul AT all but woomin did it so well 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️ I feel like a bit of kyungjun also came in??(Somehow)and Hyeon woo's character was kind of hard to grasp but i hope this is what you've been looking for anonie<33

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｡⁠*ﾟPi Han Ul.

• he wasn't really the one for relationships until he met you

• it isn't really logical considering his situation but he couldn't help it

• you managed to worm your way into his heart despite all the walls he put up

• at that point, i think he'd trust you enough to let that happen

• you're the only person he genuinely has a soft spot for, aside from his sister

• this also means that he'd be protective

• his sister would be fond of you and that just makes him instantly more inclined to ‘protect’ you

• he just wants to make sure that you'd be safe even if that means keeping you as a secret from his dad (and Minhwan but 🤷‍♀️)

• not really the affectionate type

• and because of his situation, he can be kind of closed of at times

• like don't expect him to be that open about his feelings

• he's just not used to it :( (this doesn't mean he loves you any less though)

• you'd be the one initiating physical contact most of the time but he does have his moments

• he likes laying his head on your lap while you run your fingers through his hair

• it helps him calm down and helps him go to sleep whenever he's having trouble

• i can also imagine him having a teasing side??

• he'd be very subtle with it though (a menace actually)

• but you'll know once you see his slight smirk

• kind of a jealous type but he wouldn't show it

• 100% the type to send silent death glares when he's annoyed

• but I can also see him being a bit cocky??

• not exactly in a ‘I’m better than you’ way but more like a ‘are you kidding me’ kind of way (hope that made sense 😭)

• so expect a snide comment or two

• but if he sees that you're uncomfortable with the other person, he will be taking action

• he’s definitely not the type to let things slide

｡⁠*ﾟLee Hyeon Woo.

• it takes him a while to accept that he had feelings for you

• once he does he'll be more open about it

• loves teasing you (that's his love lang basically)

• but he makes sure to not take it too far (actually hurting you is the last thing he wants to do)

• he's protective too.

• because him teasing you is one thing but when someone else does it??

• now that pisses him off.

• would not hesitate to throw hands if someone made you uncomfortable in anyway

• he's the jealous type but not overbearingly so (kind of)

• 100 % the type to judge (he wouldn't hide it AT ALL 😭)

• he does NOT gaf (his expression will say it all)

• but he wouldn't act immediately

• you were more patient than him with stuff like this so he knows that you could probably handle it

• but if it gets out of hand just give him a sign and he'll take care of the rest (🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️)

•he can be affectionate at times but he has to be in the mood for it

• so like expect random back hugs from him throughout the day

• especially if he's down

• he wouldn't say anything but just comes over to you and wraps his arms around you

• so please give him all the hugs you can!!

• headcanoning that he's actually a softie in disguise

• he's been through so much, so he doesn't really open up that easily

• but if he's really comfortable with you, i think he'd start to show his vulnerable side more

• however, this does NOT mean that he's a pushover in any way (he just trusts you that much)

• you were close with Ji woo (and Heewon too since you were in the same class)

• he doesn't really show it but it actually means so much to him (since you two were the two most important people in his life)

gen taglist: @mayflyfr

[isnt-it-pretty]

@littledragonkana yes, absolutely 😭 Radzig worried and not quite knowing how to show it, going absolutely mad because Henry is hurt and it's his fault for sending him to Trosky with Hans in the first place.

I require the hurt/comfort from all sides. Friends, family, lovers, allies, etc.

Okay, so, role swap au where Hans isn't captured at Nebakov, but Henry is.

I figure Hans would have to be somewhere else where the tower is brought down, or even pulled out by Klara (which would at least give him claustrophobia for later). So Hans has to sneak into Trosky, meet Kathryne, find Zizka and Godwin out, and find out that Henry isn't with them.

Hans kills Istvan Toth and reclaims Radzig's sword, and then feels entirely fucking useless from Sword and the Quill to Taking French Leave. He can't go hunting through silver mines like Henry can. He doesn't know how to act like a commoner. He's relying on Kathryne and Zizka while thinking that Henry would be far better at all this.

And then when they finally get into Maleshov, Henry isn't kept in a comfortable room like Hans was in canon. Henry has been beaten and tortured by Von Bergov and Erik. They have get Henry out even if they probably shouldn't move him, but they can't stay.

They manage it, if barely, which means they run into Radzig, Hanush, and Godwin while fleeing to safety.

Idk much beyond that, but I do love the hurt/comfort. Hans worried sick over Henry, and Hans getting to save the day for once, and then the aftermath

[residentrookie]

karma coming back around for seconds

summary: regulus survived a car accident just for his injuries to result in crippling sciatic nerve pain. james, his physical therapist and husband, helps him through it; 1998 words, married jegulus hurt/comfort, physical therapist/patient // part 2!

“James?” 

It takes a moment for his husband to respond. “Yeah?” he calls, his voice is muffled and far off sounding. He must be in the basement.

“It’s happening again!” 

Regulus’ eyes are squeezed shut but he hears the heavy thud of fast footsteps racing up the stairs. The sound changes once he hits the hardwood of their kitchen and Regulus breathes a little easier knowing he’s close. That he can help or at the very least be with him while his body turns against him so completely.

“Where?” James demands, coming up behind him, his hands settling on Regulus’ shoulders. His touch is familiar as always, but his tone is professional— he’s got his work voice on, the one that Regulus used to think was attractive until he became one of James’ patients himself and stopped finding it quite so charming. 

Still, James’ voice will never not be a sound he doesn’t love. 

“My— hip,” Regulus gasps as the pain amps up another degree. “The right one.” 

James’ hand travels to the area, squeezing lightly. “Here?” 

Regulus can only bite his lip and nod. 

“When did it start?” James asks and his fingers sink deeper into flesh just beneath his hip bone, making him wince.

“It, um. It hurt when I woke up this morning. I think I slept in the same position for too long, I don’t know. It was just sore at first, but now—” he can’t help the muffled cry that leaves his lips. Only pain can lower his defenses like this. He fucking hates it. He hates how weak this has made him. 

James, all business, makes no comment on his slip. “Would you describe the pain as a low, dull throb or white hot stabs?” 

“White hot,” Regulus hisses, leaning further over the sink as his fingers grip the edges. “Poker. Stabbing me.” 

And then James’ fingers dig into the muscle so deeply Regulus actually yells out loud. He slaps a hand on the granite counter, turning on James. “Whatever the fuck you’re doing hurts worse, you dick!” he seethes at his husband, who to his credit, doesn’t even flinch. 

Throughout this process, Regulus has called him much worse. 

But it’s not fair, really, that this job should fall on James at all. Initially, Regulus wanted a different physical therapist— one he wasn’t married to and didn’t sleep with and didn’t love with his whole fucking heart. But James couldn’t exactly help that he was the best at his job. And in addition to that, he had the advantage of knowing Regulus’ body intimately. If anyone was going to help him heal physically, it was the same person who’d helped him heal in every other aspect long before the accident. 

“I’m sorry,” Regulus pants, turning back around and hanging his head tiredly. “I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t mean it. It just fucking hurts.” 

James’ lips press softly against his neck, just below his hairline. “I know. I know it does.” 

After Regulus’ car was hit from behind by a drunk driver doing 90 in a 45, all he knew for the longest time was pain in varying degrees. The sting of needles constantly going in and out of his arms. The ache in his lower back, dulled by drugs so strong they robbed him of most of his faculties for weeks. The sharp stabbing pains from the surgery scars that pulled every time he moved. 

The look on his husband’s face every time he saw him, knowing there wasn’t a single thing he could do to make all that pain go away. 

Regulus had healed— slowly, but surely. The pain became more palatable. Treatable. He started walking again, managing longer distances than the length of the hospital hallways. When the doctors deemed him ready, he started physical therapy with his husband, as wary as he was by that prospect. James was a doting, affectionate and loving husband, but hard, ruthless bastard of a physical therapist. Still, he was damn good at his job. And for a time, things started to get better. They started to get so good, so close to even a semblance of normal, that Regulus made the mistake of letting down his guard. 

The sciatic nerve pain that started a few weeks ago was a kind of pain Regulus didn’t feel he deserved. As if the car accident wasn’t enough. As if karma was coming back around for seconds. 

The doctors had the audacity to tell him that this sort of thing was normal for lower back injury cases like his. They informed him that pain like this sometimes developed over time, and in some cases, never went away. And the best thing about sciatic nerve pain? If the case was critical enough, if the nerves were damaged enough, there was no known cure for it.

Regulus’ case was deemed critical. 

“Can you rate it for me, please?” James murmurs softly. “The pain?” 

So far, Regulus has experienced sciatica as low as a 2 and as high as an 8. But this…

“Nine,” he whines. Another wave of pain hits and for a moment he sees white behind his closed lids. “James, I can’t stand up anymore. I can’t, it hurts—” 

His legs give out as the pain shoots from his hip and burns its way down the back of his thigh. James catches him before he hits the ground, pulling him up and back against him, taking his pain-riddled body and holding it close. 

“I’ve got you,” James tells him. It’s an unnecessary reassurance. Regulus has always known that much. 

When Regulus had come home from the hospital, they’d made the decision to relocate their bedroom from the master upstairs to the guest room on the main floor. As James carries him towards their room, Regulus has the brief reassurance that at least James doesn’t have to haul him all the way up the stairs. If James was carrying anyone up the stairs, Regulus didn’t want it to be him— he’d much rather prefer standing contentedly at the bottom of the steps, enjoying the view. 

James lays him down gently on their bed before vanishing from the room again. Moaning, Regulus turns on his good side. 

“Can you bring me my pills, please?” Regulus shouts. He hates taking them, but he keeps them around for times like these where the pain is too intense for him to care. 

“What have you had to eat today?” James asks as he comes back in, carrying a few items that Regulus can’t quite decipher in the dim light. 

When he doesn’t immediately answer, James presses him again. “Reg? Have you eaten?” 

“I was making breakfast when…” he sucks in a breath. “No. I haven’t eaten.” 

“Do you feel like eating now?” 

Regulus opens his eyes to glare up at him. “Do you feel like cleaning vomit off the floor?” 

“Not particularly,” James responds mildly, which makes Regulus feel instantly guilty. “If you haven’t eaten I can’t give you painkillers that strong. This will have to do for now.” He grabs Regulus’ hand and deposits two Advils in his palm, then holds a glass of water in front of his face. Regulus pops them in his mouth and takes a gulp before settling back down with a groan. “You can take more in a few hours.” 

“‘S not gonna do shit,” Regulus grumbles petulantly. James ignores him.

“I’m gonna flip you on your stomach. Ready?” Regulus doesn’t get the chance to respond before he does so, which briefly makes him wonder why James even asked in the first place. The movement doesn’t make him hurt any worse, so he decides to let it go. 

“I need access to the pain point, so I’ll have to slide off your shorts and underwear, okay?” 

“Is my husband seriously asking my permission to take off my pants?”  Regulus snarks into the pillows.

“Consent is a beautiful thing, dickhead,” James snarks back, for the first time sounding like his real, non-professional self. “Plus, it’s habit. I’m used to talking this way with my patients.” 

“Of which I am one,” Regulus points out. “But you don’t do a lot of home visits asking to take off your patient’s pants, I’m guessing.” 

“Only my favorites,” James replies easily and Regulus almost laughs. He feels his shorts disappear first and then his underwear. 

There’s nothing sexual about James’ capable touch, but the warm hands roving over his hips still makes him shiver. 

“Is it still just your right hip?” James asks him, exploring the area gently. 

“Mm it’s migrating down. The whole back of my leg now.” 

“Alright.” James’ hands disappear briefly and Regulus hears a bottle cap open nearby before closing again. “This is going to feel cold, but try not to tense up,” James warns him before his hands return, this time coated in a cool sort of gel. 

Despite James’ warning, he does tense at the chill and is rewarded with a sharp stab of pain shooting down his leg. But as James’ fingers return to the pain point, as he’d called it earlier, Regulus feels his heart rate spike with fear.

“James, I’m serious. Whatever you did in the kitchen really did hurt, so please don’t—” 

“Regulus, listen to me. A deep tissue massage will ease the pain, I promise you. I wouldn’t put you through this if I didn’t know what I was talking about.” 

Ridiculously, Regulus feels hot tears fill his eyes. The rational part of his brain knows that James is the expert here. He knows that James would never, ever do anything to hurt him that wasn’t going to help him in the long run. But right now, all Regulus can think about is his own pain. And the thought of James being the one to deliver it makes him frantic in a way that isn’t rational at all. 

“I just want it to stop,” Regulus says miserably, choking on the words. 

James leans down, placing a kiss on his hot, wet cheek. “I’ll make it go away, baby. Trust me,” James pleads softly. “Just trust me.” 

Regulus would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt. It hurt like a motherfucker. It hurt so bad, Regulus screamed and begged and cried for breaks. But between each one, he felt the stabbing sensation dull to a low, pulsing ache. James’ strong hands were no match for the pain that lived just beneath the surface of his skin. 

By the time James is through, he feels almost boneless, limbs sagging from exhaustion and relief. James had turned him on his side and shoved a pillow between his knees, claiming the position was best for sciatica. 

Distantly, he hears the water running in their sink— likely James getting off the remaining traces of Icy-Hot from his fingers. Regulus doesn’t bother opening his eyes as he walks back in, so close to falling asleep now, there’s no point in fighting it. 

“James?” he slurs tiredly. “Come to bed.” 

It doesn’t matter that it’s morning still and they technically have no right to be napping so soon after waking up. 

“In a second,” James promises. “I have to strap an ice pack to your ass first and then I’ll be right there.” 

“So presumptuous of you,” Regulus tuts. “Talking to your patients like that.” 

“I thought my husband wanted me to be less professional.” 

“Your husband wants you to come cuddle him after you tortured him for thirty straight minutes,” Regulus replies. Then, feeling guilty for being so harsh, tacks on, “Also he loves you very much.” 

James huffs a laugh and Regulus cracks open an eye to see him approach, his eyes warm and familiar and belonging entirely to the man he married. “I love you too.” 

“Enough to leave off strapping the freezing cold ice pack to my ass?” Regulus asks hopefully. 

James, damn him, just shakes his head regretfully. “Afraid not, husband.”

[hannanodaa]

Okay but you know what’s a really good crackship that also lives rent free in my head and has boundless potential in an alternate universe? ShigaNatsu 😭💖

[johnnycakesswitch]

I feel like Pony was really prone to tummy aches as a kid because he’d either overeat or he’d just get them often and Mrs Curtis would just sit down with him and rub his tummy. That’s why Pony loves when Soda or Darry does it. It feels like his mama is with him

(kind of sadder head anon but sometimes Soda will hear Pony whimpering in his sleep for their parents. He doesn’t tell Pong because he doesn’t wanna embarrass Pony but it breaks his heart to wake up to Pony whining out “Mama..? I need you…” while he cries-)

☹️☹️☹️💔💔💔

Poor Pony :( this definitely goes w my hc about him being a very anxious/easily stressed kid, it makes his tummy hurt so often. He definitely likes when his brothers rub his stomach because it’s familiar and even though it was sad at first because it’s not his mom anymore, it comforted him so much. I feel like if Soda heard him whimpering in his sleep and calling for his parents he would rub Pony’s stomach then too because it’ll usually settle him down again

[waspgrave]

It should be listed as a crime that my Shadow Dragon Rook can’t raw Lucanis after saving her city. I’m hours away from The Choice and am ILL thinking about what happens to the shadow dragons when you choose Treviso. Sheer horniness for this man and his brown eyes is what’s keeping my path true right now

[gothsuguru]

i’m sorry but this is so onesided enemies to lovers!suguru texting gojo about how he came to the Heartwrenching realization that he has a crush on reader and gojo won’t take him seriously bc he’s out shopping w reader text

[autisticlancemcclain]

fic rec friday 24

welcome to the twenty-third fic rec friday! where, on friday, i rec five of my favourite fics.  

1. i won’t fight you by angelbolt

Lance… Lance noticed. It was little things, it was Hunk and Pidge trying to take the bulk of group projects they were paired up in, it was the hand that stayed up in the air after he was called on, anticipating his wrong answer. Iverson constantly comparing him to Keith, even after he was kicked out because Iverson told him Shiro was dead and he punched him in the face, giving him his permanent swollen eye (Which he fucking deserved, thank you, Keith).

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Lance deals with some shit.

hurt/comfort fics always have been and always will be the head and shoulders of this fandom, and there is a REASON for that. quiet pain that is soothed with quiet affection....shit makes you lose your mind. there’s one line in this fic that always makes me pause for a moment to fully take it in: “You’re everything. You’re the moon and stars.” not the sun, not the sky, but the moon and stars...bc thats lance!! lance is the satellite!! he sees himself as lesser and second-best but he is instrumental! he always has been!! and keith has always known!!

2. color of boom by angelbolt

Lance’s breath hitches and smooths out, arm tightening. Keith touches his knuckles, turns his head so their noses bump. He considers counting all the freckles spread across Lance’s face until he woke up, then remembers he’s already done it. Somewhere around fifty. It's also a hell of a reach.

He takes a breath to brace himself and carefully brings his hand up to cup Lance’s jaw, sweeping his thumb over his cheek bone. It doesn’t take long for him to give a small snort, eyelashes fluttering. Blink.

His gaze is unfocused but he grins softly, “Good morning, birthday boy.”

Keith can’t help mirroring it despite himself because it feels so good to hear, “Hey.”

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it's keith's birthday and everything is happy and good

this fic is soft and sweet. it inspired my own birthday fic for keith just because i read it and i thought to myself yeah. this is what keith deserves. i adore fics where the team just has the space and time to love and celebrate each other!! like hell yes!!

3. What It Is Lonely People Seek by MonocerusRex

After weeks of suffering Keith discovers his Galra side has a physiological need for touch after Lance gives him a hug that rocks his world. Hoping to hide this embarrassing condition from the rest of the team Keith enlists Lance's help fulfilling this need, and lots and lots and lots of cuddles ensue.

literally 9k of the touch-starved be-close-to-survive trope. exquisite. i miss galra keith fics and this scratched an itch fr. medium burn fully of smushy softness!! yes please!!

4. Sweet Touch (you’re given me too much to feel) by MonocerusRex

Keith wrecks his shoulder and needs physical therapy. Unfortunately for him, the best masseuse in this galaxy happens to be a certain loud-mouthed blue paladin.

the massage trope is so stupid and awkward and embarrassing its literally my favourite. but truly my favourite part of the fic is imagining how the rest of the team is handling these two fools lol.  the straight up idea of the teams reaction to this is KILLING me. like klance has so much sexual tension that it makes sense for them to start dating fast, but imagine thinking these two assholes hated each other, and then in a couple days you’re like oh, okay, they’re friends now, that’s new, and a couple days later they’re CUDDLING on the FUCKING COUCH? i’d lose my shit fr 💀

5. when size matters by @jilliancares [EXPLICIT]

“Okay, but like… how big?” Pidge says, looking analytical now. “Like, guestimating, how big is this thing?”

“This is his hand,” Lance says, curling one fist on the table. He looks between his friends expectantly. They both nod. “And this is where it ends,” Lance says, raising his other hand an approximate length off the table.

Hunk’s mouth drops open. Pidge’s eyes bulge out of her head.

“Keith?” Hunk whisper-screams. “Our Keith?”

“That would kill a person,” Pidge mumbles.

Or: Keith has a monster cock and Lance is Ready™ for the fucking of his life.

size queen lance is the funniest thing in the world to me, and also its objectively true. dorky college au + banter + plus situationship klance thats actually in love + garrison trio?? how does jillian nail the teen movie klance every time. i do not know but i will always be grateful

that’s it for today!! i’ll see y’all back next friday for the next fic rec post!!!  

[writerfae]

Help! I just reread the what if scenario where Aiden goes to get the crown instead of the sword and water spirit is picking apart all his insecurities, and telling him that even Henry left him and so will everyone else and AAAAAAA

*picks up Ákos, drops him in Aiden's lap* Fix it! (I low-key think this just might work!)

(The alternative is picking Aiden up and dropping him in either Talon's or Henry's lap, but I couldn't decide)

You see, the problem with insecurities like that is that they never really leave. They can’t be stopped, only gently muted. But there will always be moments where it breaks through, where you think soon everyone I love is gonna leave. That feeling lies to you, much like the water spirit and maybe you know it lies, you know you are loved, but there’s still this little spark of “what if” in your head.

Aiden thinks he’s not enough to make people stay. That is something not easily unlearned. His mother, his father (if only mentally), Henry, even his lovers. They all left him somehow. And even when he got some of them back and even though they all love him and let him know, deep inside him is still that little lonely boy.

Aiden has become quite good at not thinking about that little boy, but that little boy is still there. It’s still him. And he made him who he is and even though it hurts sometimes when the doubt breaks through, knowing that the doubt is lying can be quite freeing, too.

Fear of abandonment can’t be fixed, it can only be lived with and living with it will get easier with time and care and love. And with seeing that despite what the little boy in his head says, there are people that will stay because they love him. That with their actions stun the little boy to silence, hopefully for a long long time.

[habibisagi]

I 🩷 HURT/COMFORT PUSSY EATING

[shima-draws]

WAIT YOURE A MOTHER 3 FAN TOO????? BEST BLOGGER ON THIS WEBSITE FR FR

NJDASNJKDAS YEAH YEAH for the few people who have known me long enough to know my Origin Story. I actually joined tumblr ten years ago as a Mom 3 ask blog :") It literally was the Start of my online presence here and I hold it so near and dear to my heart 🥰

[soupmanspeaks]

Hey guys happy Thanksgiving anyways imagine during thanksgivings/christmas's at the pizza plex, glamfreddy sees advertisements for it on the screens and he feels a sense of longing, like calm, quiet family suppers at the dinner table is something he would've killed for in a past life aha okay byeeee