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artbylittlebug · 3 days
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congrats on 600!! I love ur work smm <3
🐬 how about jj Maybank x “that’s okay, no need to be embarrassed” with like a hurt comfort type thing…
i hope this is what you were looking for!! <3
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jj maybank x gn!reader (but they get a period)
As soon as you pulled the covers off of your already aching body, you felt the dreaded wetness between your legs. "Shit," you groaned, your voice still a whisper so as to not wake JJ from his sleep. He was barely able to rest now, especially just after his dad had left for good.
You inched off the mattress and started towards the bathroom, stepping over Sarah and John B on the floor.
"(Y/N)?" John B's voice was cautious. "What's up?" He asked groggily. You knew he would rather be sleeping, but he'd taken great care to make sure everyone was okay: especially because he blamed himself for the situation you were in. It was, of course, his dad who had gotten him in to the whole treasure finding gig, but all of you had offered to join in and help him. After all, Pogues for life. And the treasure wasn't a downside.
You gave him a small smile, and John B squinted his eyes to make it out in the dark. "Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. Jus' going to the bathroom." He gave you a thumbs up and rolled over into Sarah's shoulder, pressing a kiss there before closing his eyes and drifting off. You admired his ability to just fall asleep whenever he wanted.
Closing the bathroom door as gently as possible, you sat down on the toilet and tried desperately to clean up the mess. You found an extra pair of underwear and some pajamas under the sink, which you gladly climbed into after a quick rinse in the shower.
Praying that you didn't stain the sheets, you pushed the door open only to find JJ wiping at his eyes, clearly confused. You almost screamed, scared out of your mind, before JJ pressed a hand to your mouth, his wide eyes mirroring yours. "Sorry," you mouthed when he pulled his hand away.
He nodded, his lips tilting up at the edges before grabbing your arm to pull you over to the bed. He leaned over to whisper in your ear, "I changed the sheets, so you can get back in bed." Then he hopped back under the blankets like nothing had happened.
You must have looked extremely bewildered as you crawled into bed because JJ chuckled under his breath. "W-" You stuttered, "how did you know?"
JJ pulled you into his chest, arms circling around your back at he tugged you in closer so you could rest your head against him. You listened to his heartbeat as he spoke, voice rumbling through his chest. "You never wake up that early to shower, and I jus' looked over, sweetheart."
You buried your head into his t-shirt further, if that was even possible. "I'm sorry," you whispered, slightly ashamed that your boyfriend had to clean up your mess.
"Hey." He studied your face carefully, nothing except concern in his eyes. "It's okay. There's no need to be embarrassed, angel. You can't help it." Your eyes teared up and you let out a muffled sob, hormones driving you crazy.
"Oh, honey," he cooed. His voice was so gentle, sticky with his endearments and love for you. "You're okay. Are you hurting?"
Nodding, you leaned away to press a hand against your stomach, but JJ moved over to take his place. His warm palm provided some relief and you sighed softly, returning to the comfortable space beneath his neck. "I'm sorry you're feeling like this," he murmured, "wish I could take it from you."
JJ pressed a kiss to your forehead, and across the room, Pope sat up, rubbed at his eyes and looked over to you and JJ, limbs entwined and cuddling on the bed. He gagged viciously and Kiara burst out laughing, clearly awake now.
You and JJ groaned simultaneously. "They're never gonna stop giving us shit about this, right?" You asked.
"Never."
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whorexis · 3 days
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I see requests are open but if this is a sensitive topic just ignore:
kinda curious as to what you think ellie would be like comforting a partner who's going through a little bit of a depressive episode :( especially if they are the type of person to try to hide it from other people
(this might be a little self indulgent on my end won't lie but hey we all have to cope somehow)
Hey hun, I hope you're doing alright :( I know alot of people say this but it WILL get better. Remember you're not alone! I'm also open to talk to, or just be there to listen, either way I wish everyone alot of strength during these times. Stay strong💞
Remember not to buy the games, watch the gameplay instead -> how to help palestine
Rough times
ellie williams x gn!reader
Warning/s: breakdown, petnames, fluff and angst, cuddling, no use of y/n
I turned this into a little scenario/fanfic since I'm honestly bad with words, or hc's. I just let the way she might react flow.
Ellie had noticed.
Of course she had noticed, she was your girlfriend afterall. And she wasn't a complete fool.
She had noticed your usual blabbering coming to a halt. She had noticed your once hopeful face falling into a worried, numb and yet exhausted expression. Your behavior changed, too. You were fidgety, often zooned out, especially when you two were out to get supplies.
But she also had noticed the way you tried to hide it.
You were the hope of jackson — sure you weren't a literal cure like ellie, but you painted the white and black parts of the town, added colour to anything the second your face entered the scene, thats how ellie liked to call it, and it never failed to make you laugh.
You never let anything prevent you from making people happy, not even your own depression. A warm embrace, an ear to listen and a mouth to comfort. Thats what you were.
You said the words that you wished someone had said to you when you were are at the lowest part of your life.
Ellie wasn't completely different from you. She had bottled everything up, especially after she found out about joel lying to her. She hid her emotions, took a break from people and stayed in her room as long as she could, only coming out to get some food. But when you stepped in, the glass within her finally broke and she let it out. You were there to comfort her through it and you told her that no matter what, you would always be there to comfort her.
Which was yet another reason why you backed away from everything, you didn't want your own feelings to stop ellie from coming to you. You didn't want to make her feel guilty for talking to you while you were not doing good either.
But who were you to hide it from ellie? She would find it out eventually, you were sure of it.
You didn't know that it would happen so fast though.
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She called out your name as she left a good distance between you two.
Ellie had come home pretty late, but you didn't mind. You were just sitting on the couch, reading some book you had found.
A little hum assured her that you had heard her.
"Are.... are you alright?"
You perked up at her words, tilting your head as you stared at her.
"uh, yes..? Are you alright?"
Of course you had to change the thema. But ellie wouldn't let down that quick.
"Are you sure?" This time she said your name a bit more sternly, looking down to your frame as she neared you, your book already lying forgotten on the floor "listen, I know you and I know that something is off– I just.. just wanna know—"
"Nothing is off, ellie" you didn't mean to, but it was as if you had spat these words out, venom lacing in your voice.
Fortunately ellie knew you good enough to know that you weren't mad at her. Only mad at the situation.
"Stop trying to hide— others might not notice but I d—"
"There's nothing wrong, ellie!"
"Lower your voice, I.. know something is going o-"
"I told you. Nothing. Is. Going. On!"
Pause, silence filled the air.
You were breathing slightly heavier now, waiting for ellie to choose her next words. Probably something about how she needs you to open up so she can understand you, or a simple 'just say it'. You almost let your own scenarios take over you as you gritted your teeth, opening your mouth to—
"Please"
Oh
It was so hard. So hard not to burst out crying. So hard not to throw yourself in her arms, especially after she begged for an explanation.
Her eyes were filled with guilt, but she wasn't crying yet. She was just staring down at you, biting her lip as she shifted her weight from one leg to another.
And suddenly your mouth was dry, yet so full. When you tried parting your lips, strings of saliva connected them. A strangling feeling pressured your throat.
And then you let it out. Your first sob, in a long, long time.
Ellie wasted no time offering you comfort. Sure, she was awkward as hell by these things, but she knew you knew that. She only hoped that you'd also know that she cared more about you than a little hug.
Chokes and gasps came out of your throat, eyes swelling with tears. If you didn't feel like drowning in your own tears and emotions right now, you'd probably have the time to feel embarassed.
"Shhh, baby.." she took you in bridal style, going to the bed and letting you rest on her. You hugged her back, arms tightening all around her. But she didn't mind. She'd offer you any kind of support, as long as it would make you feel better.
Her own throat soon started to feel dry and tight, but she wouldn't let that happen. No, it was your time now.
She let you cry it out, not as if you could talk anyway right now. A few sweet nothings came from her mouth as her own arms started to shake. She hated to see you like this. So vulnerable, so broken and full of sadness.
"I-it's okay, it's.. you're alright, let it out, my love"
You sobbed, hiding your face in her chest. And when all she heard were your hopeless chokes and gasps against her, she grabbed your chin, making you look into her soft eyes.
Your eyes were bloodshot, hair slightly messy and your cheeks were drained with tears, but she still thought you were so beautiful.
"My pretty baby.." she murmured, leaning in to kiss each one of your cheeks, your chin, forehead, the tip of your nose and then finally your lips. You gave her full permission to explore you, and only then, when the lack of oxygen became a problem did she part away from you.
She didn't expect you to open up. She wouldn't pressure you either, she would wait, as long as she'd have to.
"Look, it's all okay– y-you're here, and as am I, right?" A broken chuckle left her lips, fuck was she bad at this, but you just laughed. Oh that laugh.
"There it is, my highlight of the day" A glimpse of adoration crossed her face, and she had you nuzzling your head into her.
She sighed, half out of relief and your warmth against her body.
"I'm with you in this, whatever it is. I.. I wont leave your side, never."
And then, when there was no other reply than a sound of acknowledgment coming from you, she started humming a lullaby. There were no real words, nothing other than the smoothness of her voice, the vibrations of her body, and the sound of her heart.
Tiredness grew over your body, she knew. She felt you going limp, felt your eyes fighting to stay open, so with final words she allowed you to drift off into a slumber, assuring you she wouldn't ever leave your side.
"I love you"
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MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)
A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.
General info:
Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24
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Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)
“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”  
You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.  
You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.
“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.  
You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”  
You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.  
Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.  
Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.  
(Bakugo's masterlist)
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Shoto (303 words)
(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)
The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.  
You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.  
“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.  
“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.  
“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”  
You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.  
Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.  
“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.  
“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.  
“You’ll get sick.” You pout.  
“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.  
(Sho's masterlist)
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Hawks (149 words)
“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.  
“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.  
“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.  
“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.  
You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.  
“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose. 
“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.  
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pinkishplush · 1 day
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Summary: Natasha's extremely nervous for a mission but Y/N is here to comfort her.
Natasha Romanoff paced back and forth in the dimly lit room, her fingers tapping nervously against her thigh. Despite her years of training and countless missions, tonight felt different. The weight of the upcoming operation pressed heavily on her shoulders, stirring up a whirlwind of doubts and fears.
Y/N watched silently from the doorway, their heart aching at the sight of Natasha's turmoil. With a gentle smile, they approached her, their presence seemingly breaking through the haze of Natasha's thoughts.
"Natasha," Y/N said softly, their voice like a soothing melody cutting through the silence.
Natasha turned to face them, her expression a mixture of relief and apprehension. "Y/N..."
Without a word, Y/N enveloped Natasha in a warm embrace, their arms wrapping around her tightly. Natasha hesitated for a moment before sinking into the embrace, allowing herself to find solace in Y/N's comforting touch.
"You don't have to do this alone," Y/N whispered, their words a promise of unwavering support.
Natasha buried her face in the crook of Y/N's neck, inhaling deeply as she found refuge in their presence. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, the knots of tension in her stomach began to unravel, replaced by a sense of peace that only Y/N could bring.
"I'm scared," Natasha admitted in a hushed tone, her voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N pulled back slightly, cupping Natasha's face in their hands and gazing into her eyes with all the tenderness in the world. "I know," they murmured, their voice filled with empathy. "But you're the strongest person I know. And no matter what happens out there, I'll be right here waiting for you."
Natasha's breath hitched as she leaned into Y/N's touch, finding comfort in the warmth of their gaze. In that moment, the weight of the world seemed to lift from her shoulders, replaced by a newfound sense of courage.
"Thank you," Natasha whispered, her voice barely audible.
Y/N pressed a soft kiss to Natasha's forehead, their touch a silent vow to stand by her side through thick and thin. Together, they faced the unknown with a newfound sense of strength, knowing that as long as they had each other, they could conquer anything that came their way.
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glenechoslasher · 2 days
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"Savior" ||
Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader
Rating: None
Length: 2.1k
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Asked by: @photo1030
Ooo! Random thought, maybe can link to my last request. Reader (or character, your choice) gets hurt and Arthur has to take care of them. Maybe shot in the leg and he has to carry them. They get to see a softer side to him, being all caretaker and protective.
Protective Arthur is just... *chef's kiss* I can't explain it but seeing him so good with a gun, being able to down someone within seconds then to turn around and be so gentle with you?? I need it, crave it, even. Thanks for the ask, hon!~
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It was supposed to be a simple bank coach robbery, just a quick in-and-out sort of situation, and you insisted that you go along to assist Mary-Beth and Sean, but with Arthur being as worried as he always was, he felt it was best to tag along and make sure Sean didn’t pull you into any other mischief. The Irishman, of course, took offense to that, but he didn’t exactly mind that you two wanted to tag along. The more the merrier, even if the cut of the pay was less.
As much as Arthur tried to insist you remain back, you were headstrong and refused to let him tell you what you were capable of. You’d had a successful string of heists you were able to pull off with the other gang members, so why would this one be any different? Without much argument afterward, you rode off on your horse behind Sean and Mary-Beth, and a disgruntled Arthur followed you all from the rear. 
It was difficult to put into words how this made Arthur feel, but he knew that going along to assist would have eased his discomfort, and hearing Sean’s plan to distract the coach was more than entertainment in itself. But with Sean being inept with firearms, Arthur had ridden alongside your horse to listen in on the plan. 
Mary-Beth was more than excited to get out of the camp and put her talent to good use, and even more so when you had offered to tag along if they wouldn’t mind. “Oh, this is excitin’!” She exclaimed with a large smile on her face. “Easy enough to flag ‘em down, I think.”
Sean was proud of his idea and felt that he should have had more credit, but Arthur, being who he was, was unsure and unimpressed with Sean’s usefulness when it came to stressful situations. 
“I’m just keepin’ an eye on you, MacGuire, I know they’re solid,” he stated matter-of-factly as his horse trotted along to the speed of Ennis. 
“Alright, alright, you get knocked out on a mission one time-”
“More than once,” Arthur corrected. 
The Irishman just scoffed and shook his head. “Look, you can write about it in your journals, but let’s get back to my job, the one I brought y’all in on!” He huffed.
You couldn’t help but laugh at how much those two men were always at each other’s throats, no matter what the other was doing. “Let’s focus, gentleman, the lady and I will have this done lickety-split, it’ll be a cakewalk.” You looked over at Arthur with confidence shining in your eyes, and you thought you caught a glimpse of a smile from across his face, but it was gone before you could blink. 
Sean led the way until they came to a crossroads, then he told you all to keep the horses out of sight as he scoped out where they could hide for the time being. “Alright then, here we are, they’ll be comin’ from the North any minute, you both know what you’re doin’, right?”
Arthur just scoffed and shook his head. “Course they know what they’re doin’,” he replied gruffly.
You jumped down from your horse and patted its muzzle gently. “Mary-Beth is gonna run out and flag ‘em down, I’ll be off a ways to scope out the guards, and you two will be behind the log. Sean will ring off some shots, and Arthur will come in and clean up while I pick ‘em off from behind. Easy.”
Sean looked satisfied with that response and nodded. “Alright, perfect! Now, Morgan, let’s go and get behind this log, you-” he pointed in your direction, “-get over to those trees and don’t be spotted. Mary-Beth, get ready.”
The redhead felt proud of this plan, he was sure everything would work out, and he had the details down to a T. Everything went fine until it didn’t.
Instead of spooking the guards to throw them off, Sean took aim after hearing the way one of the men spoke to Mary-Beth and scoped him from his spot behind the log. Arthur immediately began to fire, albeit reluctantly since Sean was deviating from the initial plan. He hadn’t caught sight of you yet, but he figured you were doing alright for yourself. Then suddenly, a man lunged for Mary-Beth and held a gun to her head, his arm clenched around her throat.
“Let GO of me!” She snapped, trying her best to claw at his arm.
“Got your little lady friend here! Drop your guns!”
Arthur removed his rolling block rifle and watched the man hide himself behind the woman through the scope. “Dammit, he keeps movin’, don’t got a clear shot.”
“I got it!” You suddenly yelled out, and before you had a chance to line up the shot, the man had heard you and took aim. The shot rang out and the bullet penetrated your upper thigh. 
Your scream echoed out and Arthur finally had a clear shot to take the man down for good. “Sean, get Mary-Beth! I got them!” He said as he threw the gun over his shoulder and took off running where you’d fallen to the ground. “Shit, shit, shit,” he mumbled to himself as he finally caught up to you. 
You were trying your best to hold onto your leg the best you could to apply pressure, but it didn’t help much, you couldn’t stifle the scream you released when it hurt a little too much. “Shit, guess I messed that up badly…”
“Nah, you didn’t, lemme see,” Arthur said as he moved your hands, checking out where the wound was. “Ah, right through the meat of the leg but just missed your femoral artery. You’ll be alright, just gotta treat it when we get to camp. C’mon, it ain’t gonna feel pretty.” 
Arthur grabbed his bandana and tied it around your leg the best he could to keep pressure, then he scooped you into his arms and carried you back to his horse. 
Sean and Mary-Beth had cleaned out the coach and the dead men’s pockets as he took care of you, but Mary-Beth felt awful. “Are they gonna be alright?” She asked, her tone laced with worry. 
He just nodded and helped you as carefully as he could onto his horse, but the discomfort was a lot, yet you remained as strong as you could and held onto the horn of the saddle. “Call my horse, please…” You whimpered. “Can’t leave ‘em here…”
“You worry ‘bout yourself, your horse’ll be fine,” the gunslinger assured you as he hopped on behind you. “It’s gonna hurt with the ride but the faster we get back the better. Y’all go on, we’ll split the money when we meet back, don’t let anyone follow you.”
“Sir, yes sir,” Sean said with a meek smile, feeling awful you’d been hurt. “Take care of ‘em, will ya?” 
Arthur nodded in response, whistled for your horse to follow, and rode off as quickly as he could. The ride was definitely painful, but you managed to hold out long enough until you got back to camp, where Arthur had taken you to your tent, which thankfully had some privacy. He left you alone for all of two minutes when he came back with all the necessities he needed to fix you up proper. 
You lay there on your cot, and as you tried to look up at him to speak, all you could do was groan in pain until he placed his hand gently on the back of your neck, having you sit up slightly. “Here, take a shot of whiskey, it’ll help a bit. I gotta dig the bullet out and cauterize the wound.”
After hearing all that and swallowing the burning liquid, your consciousness was in and out, very hazy, until you saw black and just heard the sound of Arthur’s voice. 
Hours later, you awoke with a dry hoarseness in your throat, your eyes blinked rapidly to adjust to the low lamplight that had been inside your tent, and you looked up to see Arthur beside your cot. He already reached for the deerskin and placed it to your lips. You drank greedily at the water until you felt satisfied enough to pull away, coughing from the coldness. 
“There you are,” Arthur greeted softly, removing the deerskin from your grasp. “You’re gonna be fine, just gotta stay off the leg for a while,” he commented. “You feelin’ alright?” He leaned over and dunked a cloth into a bucket of water, then wring it out, and placed it gently over your forehead. 
You looked over at him and smiled softly. “Didn’t know you were so caring,” you joked softly, chuckling to yourself. 
Arthur waved his hand dismissively and scoffed. “Had my fair share of bullets is all, makin’ sure you don’t pull a stunt like that again, you hear?” 
You nodded and a small smile crept across your face, you couldn’t help but stare up at him and admire the man. He acted as if he didn’t care much about others, that he wasn’t any better than a stone-cold killer, but here he was worrying about you and taking care of you. Usually, it was left up to one of the women who were more well-versed in bedside manner, like Miss Grimshaw, but Arthur had insisted on your behalf. Naturally, he didn’t tell you this, it was Mary-Beth who informed you when she came in to visit while Arthur had gone to refill the bucket and grab some more medical supplies from Strauss’s wagon.
“Oh it’s been real sweet, he ain’t left unless he needed to get somethin’ for you,” Mary-Beth beamed. “Almost like somethin’ straight out of one of my books, he’s been real particular, too.”
“Of what?” You questioned.
“He hasn’t let anyone other than me and Tilly into your tent, even was on edge when Charles offered to help.” 
This information made your cheeks feel warm, he was practically babying you back to health, you’d never seen this side of him before. “Wow, I would have never expected Arthur Morgan to be at my bed-side,” you teased as you looked up at the young woman. 
She nodded, still all smiles. “Well, I hear him comin’ so that’s my cue, better leave you to it or else he’ll kick me out,” she joked and stood up from the chair. “You feel better, and holler if you need anythin’ from us.”
“Thanks, Mary-Beth.”
She nodded her head and left the tent, then was quickly replaced by Arthur, who set the bucket down beside his chair and had a bowl of stew in the other hand. “You think you can eat yet?”
You hummed in response and wet your dry lips with your tongue. “I can try if it’ll make you feel better.”
“It would, now here,” he offered as he slowly placed his hand beneath your shoulders, giving you a little push to help you sit up.
“Heard you’ve been fussin’ over me since we got back, that true?”
Arthur sighed, knowing damn well Mary-Beth was going to say something to you at some point. “It ain’t a big deal, no big drama,” he waved it off. “Just makin’ sure you’re gonna be okay, which you are, by the way.” He held the bowl until you were ready to take it and try to feed yourself, but still leaned forward in case he needed to grab it from you. “Just rest up and you’ll be right as rain soon enough.” You grabbed the bowl and smiled over at Arthur, the adoration in your eyes quite apparent. “Arthur… thank you, I know you’re gonna think it’s no big deal, but it is to me. Couldn’t have made it without you,” you remarked. “I owe you-”
“You don’t owe me nothin’, well, except maybe one thing.”
Your head perked up and you offered him a smile. “Anything.”
With that, his mouth curled into a wide smile, thoughts running through his head as if he could have said so many things, but those thoughts would be shared later. For now, he figured he should settle on the obvious. “Promise me next time you ain’t gonna go runnin’ with MacGuire, you need a job done, you ask me.” He sat back in the chair and offered a lopsided grin. 
Thankfully you didn’t bring the spoon up to your mouth; you’d laughed and almost dropped the bowl. “Sure thing, Arthur, anything for you.” Your eyes locked with his and you couldn’t help but feel like you owed him more than that, but for now, you owed him to get better and listen for once. You’d show him how grateful you were when you could use your leg again. 
“Hey, Arthur?”
“Hmm?”
“Thanks again,” you said softly. 
The man just chuckled and lit up a cigarette after getting your permission. “Anytime, sweetheart.”
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1misscircle1 · 3 days
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Need some help?
"Alright class, here's your homework." Miss Circle said as she passed out the papers. "I expect you all to pass, and if you don't- well you know what happens." She gave a quick sinister smile before sitting back at her desk. You looked down at the paper she just handed out and gently wrote your name in the corner of the paper.
From what you could tell, the assignment didn't seem to hard. At least that's what you thought. You quietly answered each question, most being simple 'find the answer of x' type of questions. It was all pretty simple, until you got to number 15.
"Find the answer to x." You mumbled quietly, reading the instructions for this problem again for the fifth time. "But...that doesn't make sense." You said to yourself, panicking internally. Letting out a shaky sigh, you raised your hand. "What?" Miss Circle asked, sounding annoyed.
"Uh- may I use the restroom, please?" You asked her, nervousness trembling in your voice. You just needed to step out for a moment, then maybe the problem won't be as hard.
Miss Circle narrowed her eyes at you. "Fine, but make it quick." You quickly got up, left the classroom, and speed down the hallway and into the bathroom. There was about 30 minutes left of class, so you knew you couldn't stay in here for too long.
You sat on the bathroom floor, thinking to yourself. Until a thought hit.
What if you failed?
That definitely didn't help your state. You tried to slow down your breathing as it sped up at the horrid thought. You knew what happened when a student fails, everyone did. And it was something you never wanted to risk. That's why you tried so hard in class, to not get that brutal treatment.
But what if all of it went to waste because of a simple question?
You couldn't breathe properly as your mind raced on the thought. You closed your eyes, trying to calm yourself down but it wasn't working.
Until you felt a hand gently rest on your shoulder.
You looked up to see Miss Circle, she genuinely seemed a little worried. "Just take deep breaths." She said softly as her hand gently ran through your hair. "Just focus on your breathing."
You took a deep breath. Your breathing was less heavy now, but still pretty improper. Miss Circle gently sat next to you and ran her hand through your hair, helping you to calm down. After a few minutes your breathing went back to normal. Miss Circle continued running her fingers through your hair.
"I-I didn't kno-" You were instantly cut off by Miss Circle sushing you, telling you that she understands.
"This isn't the first time I've seen this happen, now c'mon, let's get back to class. I'll help you on the problem, but you better not fail." She said, keeping her usual brutal composure.
You nodded and gently stood up with her and you both walked back to class.
Maybe Miss Circle isn't such a terrible teacher after all. (Ignore the fact that she kills students, they all do, just enjoy the moment😌)
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snowdropluck204 · 18 hours
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Help?
I have an idea for a mini series, maybe 4-6 parts? Spencer x unsub fem! reader, she's kinda a vigilante character, not a sociopath or psychopath, she doesn't enjoy it, but she gets rid of people who she believes the law have gone easy on, she gives her victims a faux burial and has collected a following and nicknames, The Grim Reaper, or Lady Death. Is that something people would be interested in reading? Yes there will be a fair amount of angst in it, but will have a happy ending, cause I can see Spencer falling for her quite quickly and is incredibly confused about it... Anyway! Comment below and let me know!
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regulusunset · 2 days
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“happy birthday, jamie,” regulus says against james' soft mouth, his fingers finding their way home to the nape of his curly neck. he feels james' sleepy smile and the strength of his arms snaking under the sheets to embrace him around the waist, with warm, delicate fingers. “je t'aime.”
and oh, james sighs before capturing regulus' lips in a hungry kiss, because he loves him too. he feels the love in his lungs, in his stomach, in the way his skin tingles and his heart sings: yes, angel, stay between my mouth and my arms where i can protect you.
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babey-lewis · 1 day
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Hello my little love, I've missed you so much. Will you come and hug Bubba? Would that be okay? Yeah? Thank you, my snuggle bug, mmm, I need my babies hugs! I've missed you so much... I'm so glad we are together today <3
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rose-riot-johnson · 2 days
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May I please request headcanons for Bruce, Damian, and Dick comforting their girlfriend who’s a cop after she has to face a man who kidnapped and tortured her in court?
I definitely will write about this request about Bruce, Damien, and Dick😁👍And for the rest the request I definitely will see what I can do with writing these ideas down😃
🦇His Concern For You After The Incident You Went Through🦇(All Characters in this fanfic x Female Reader)⭐All Characters Who Are In This Fanfic Are New For Me To Write About (And are all adults)⭐
Genres: Comfort and Possible Fluff (Trigger Warnings⚠️: Possible Mentions of Death, Mentions Trauma, Torcher, Wounds, and Kidnapped)
Bruce Wayne (Batman)
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*Bruce is someone who may appear tough, however he does have a soft side for you, especially with everything (villain name up to the reader's imagination) has put you through. While he's glad he didn't lose you like he did his parents, he's still concerned about your well-being. So ofcourse he would ask if you're okay. After he did ask you, you will answer him (up to reader's imagination on how the answers him).
*Once you answered Bruce's question, he would then open up that the reason(s) why he asked, because he's worried about your well-being and while he knows you could handle yourself and all, at the same time you're very precious to him and his biggest fear is losing you like he did his parents when he was very little. After he finishes opening up to you about his feelings, he would then mention about not being the best at cheering people up, however he would mention about some romantic stuff and plenty of things that might cheer you up, while taking care of your wounds.
*Once Bruce managed to comfort you and cheer you up, he would walk you home. After you got back to your home, you would offer him to spend the night at your place, which he surprisingly accepted, considering, he gets more concerned with crime fighting and usually doesn't spend the night at all. When he accepted your offer, both you and Bruce would kiss eachother (then locking lips together) before the both of you cuddled together on your living room couch for the rest of the night.
Damian Wayne (Robin)
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*After Damian rescued you from (villain name up to the reader's imagination), he took you to his place and not only he is concerned about your well-being, he is also focused on your wounds. While he takes care of your wounds he would apologize about everything you went through, especially with the fact you were severely torchered by (villain name up to the reader's imagination) (physically and phycologicaly), he would also praise you on how much of a good job you did handling yourself, despite of everything you went through.
*Damian would also mention about his experiences with his time with the Teen Titans, especially with Raven and her experiences and other stuff. He would also encourage you to not give up, just because of everything that happened to you. Once he finishes taking care of your wounds, he invited you to be outside with him to watch the stars, which you accepted his offer.
*While you and Damian watched the stars together for the night, he would have his right arm around you, while you're sitting next to him. The both of you would definitely watch the stars together, until the sun comes up. As the sun was rising the both of you fell asleep, while you're in his arms.
Dick Grayson (Robin) (Nightwing)
*Note: Not sure if you prefer the Robin version of Dick or the Nightwing version, so why not have a pic of both the Robin version and the Nightwing version😅😃👍
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*Dick was very angry with (villain name up to the reader's imagination) for everything he did to you, however he was very sad for you. He knew you secretly blamed yourself for getting kidnapped and torchered in the first place. So, ofcourse he will assure you (and consistently reassure you) that it's nothing that happened to you is your fault.
*After Dick finishes up with the topic on why nothing that happened to you was your fault, while taking care of your wounds, he would change to topic and will offer to make a cup of your favorite warm beverage for you and you accept his offer he would be more than happy to make it up for you. If you do decline his offer, he will cook a meal for you instead.
*Once you finished drinking your favorite hot beverage or eating the meal dick cooked for you, he would set you up for a snuggle session of the night. He will hold you and pet the back of your head, even after you do fall asleep. If he does fall asleep while he's still holding you, he will definitely makesure to sleep with one eye opened.
The🦇End
I hope you enjoyed this head cannon(?) fanfic my Tumblr Peeps🦇😃👍As for you @sacredwarrior88 I hope I did well with the request, as well😁👍I figured I'd write this fanfic best as i could think of and I figured this request as a whole would be fun to do and I really wanted to write something very similar that you requested for a fanfic, so this was and is something I would definitely work with writing😁👍Sone of the things for this fanfic, I have written were definitely last minute, especially the wounds part😅As for Bruce's part, I figured I'd try to make extra special and I hope this fanfic, especially Bruce's part makes your day and/or night☀️🌞🌕🌝 🦇😃👍
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lostrealities0 · 3 days
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Needed some self indulgent comfort
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ruth-t · 15 hours
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Use your history as a stepping stone, not a sofa. Comfort doesn't climb mountains.
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paulinawoodpecker · 2 days
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Lukas started to cry because of his dad, luckily one of eep’s friends came to cheer him up
@jakkiisthatboy2
Lukas: *thinking about his father*
Lukas: *sighs*
Thunk: so you haven’t been outside lately…
Lukas: *sighs*
Thunk: you know…my sister felt the same way as…
Lukas: *throws rock aggressively*
Lukas: look! Don’t you get it?
Lukas: I screwed everything up! For all the time! And even maybe someday i could do something right to make my dad proud!
Lukas: but I think he hates me and…*groans in anger and sadness*
Lukas: I just…need…*brought tears*
Lukas: forget about it…
Lukas: *sheds tears*
Thunk: you know…I know how you feel.
Lukas: 🥺
Thunk: my dad is kinda like yours but not that strict. But yet. I still love him.
Thunk: even though I sometimes get in trouble, I still believe my dad is like a best friend to me.
Thunk: *squish his cheeks*
Thunk: your dad doesn’t hate you. He just has some difficulties.
Thunk: I had difficulties with me and my family, but I didn’t give up. I fixed my mistakes and I understand my punishment. You just need to learn the mistakes you make.
Lukas: 🥺
Lukas: *leans his head on thunk’s chest and hugs him*
Thunk: 😧
Lukas: *sobs silently*
Thunk: aw Lukas. It’s alright. You’ll be okay. I promise.
Thunk: *hugs him back*
Lukas: 🥹😌
Lukas: *manages to calm down*
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iris0-0 · 2 days
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I promise I’m here.
Mom!Tess Servopoulos x sh!daughter reader
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Synopsis: Tess, your mother has always given you tough love. Trying to raise you to be respectful and grateful. Though when hard times fall upon you, you cannot seem to tell your mother as you feel she will see you as weak and pathetic.
Warnings: Tess being soft, reader is referred to in more female pronouns, blood, mentions of depression, mentions and descriptions of self harm, I do not encourage this behavior and am here for anyone <3 this is definitely not personal
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Familiar sounding music invaded the current deep sleep you were in. Eyes fluttering open, before quickly closing them due to the early morning light invading through the blinds.
The door opens and you feel a harsh pat on your back, “Cmon kid, gotta catch the bus.” Tess says, making sure you’re awake before leaving the room.
Getting up you looked at the old digital clock on the nightstand that read 6:40 a.m. Fuck. If you didn’t pick up the pace there would be another tardy slip with your name on it, and with that a scold from your mother.
Grabbing whatever pants were on the desk chair and a shirt you grab the same black zip-up jacket you took everyday…to hide the scars. Thankfully your mother Tess wasn’t very noisy as long as you didn’t give any “teenage attitude” was what she liked to call it. So she never really picked up on your habits
Self-harm wasn’t something you were proud of. It started 3 years ago when you were 13. Middle school was an absolute bitch, not to mention the other struggles that have happened in the meantime. You tried to get clean….but it never lasted long, it was a tough battle.
Slipping on the jacket and grabbing your book bag you go down the stairs to grab a banana or some shit to say you ate breakfast. Tess was brewing a cup of coffee before she herself was off to work. She eyed you up and down a bit before smirking to herself. Annoyed you give her a look that basically said ‘what?’.
“When’s the last time you washed that jacket?” She asked. “You were it practically everyday.” Walking towards you she tried to get closer to at least make sure it smelled clean, as teenagers could be lazy or dirty sometimes.
Not wanting her to move the jacket in case of any risk of exposing what was below you responded in a bantering manner to try and keep up your cool act. “Mom! Stop it! I washed it this week.” You smile dodging her grasp and walking to the door to catch the bus.
“If you say so.” She shrugs. “Go learn and shit.”
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School. Highschool sophomore to be specific. Grades weren’t that much of a problem, you were told you were ‘a smart kid’. Having average level classes and a work ethic (sometimes) helped. It wasn’t the work, it was the people.
Once again for English there was a project. Why do English teachers have a project nobody likes every week? Everyone got up and looked around to choose partners…nobody chose you. Shocker. ‘Okay, who cares? I’ll do it myself as usual.’ You thought.
But of course it wasn’t okay. Depression shuffled your mind again replaying old scenarios and listing reasons why none of the other kids wanted to work with you.
Putting headphones on and shuffling random shit, mainly tv girl you got to work and try to forget but to no avail. Taking a break in the middle to go to the bathroom.
Always keeping a blade handy you sit in the bathroom stall. ‘Why am I doing this again? Don’t really know don’t really care.’ You think.
Taking the jacket off halfway the view of the old and fresh marks come into place. It was never enough. Addicted was the word, but it’s perfectly fine isn’t it?
‘Doing what I do best.’ Sliding the blade like it was a damn hobby. Did it sting? Maybe a little but the relief was too strong, it overpowered any pain. That was, until you zoned out. Going deeper, was it intentional? Who knows.
Hitting a vein blood trickled down, quicker than the cuts before that would stop bleeding soon. There was too much. And of course depression comes with anxiety. How come you were fine mutilating yourself but the moment you got dizzy all hell broke loose. I need to get out.
Quickly thinking of an excuse out of habit you called the only person you had, your mom. Were you dying of blood loss? Hell no. But you were on the verge of passing out and eating shit on the schools bathroom floor.
The phone rang a few times.
“Please..please..please.” You mutter.
T: “Hello? Im in a meeting did you butt dial me again?” Your mom Tess says, a bit confused.
“I need you to pick me up, please.”
T: “Kid, I’m in the middle of a meeting.” She sighs, though she hears the panic in your voice. “If it means that much to ya I’ll getchu right after, in maybe half an hour?”
“Okay.” You respond swallowing your tears.
T: “You cryin kid?” She asks suddenly concerned.
“No.” You deny, and you can hear her sigh from the other end.
T: “I’ll get you in a bit.” She said sternly.
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About a half an hour passed. The bleeding was under control but you were weak as hell. Loosing blood was no joke, dizzy and nauseating to say the least. ‘I think I just lost more blood than a period.’ You thought.
A text from your mom saying she’s here and you signed out at the front office, slightly swaying in your steps as you walk the short walk from the front of the school to the car.
Tess was sitting, hand on the steering wheel. The glint from the sun shining just over the scar under her eye. You couldn’t read her face. Was she pissed about picking you up two hours into the school day and about you interrupting her meeting. Regardless you opened the car door.
“Thank you.” Was the only thing spoken and Tess nodded to the action keeping her eyes forward as she drove the two of you home.
Walking in the house Tess put up her keys. You tried to sneak upstairs. “Nope. Come back.” Tess said sternly before pointing to the couch. “Sit.”
Annoyed but not trying to test your mother, you sat your ass back down. “Tell me why I picked you up.” She asked and you just shrugged looking at the floor.
“That’s not an answer and you know it. I love you and I’m trying not to be upset with you but kid, I need to know. You called me in the middle of a meeting you knew I was in crying.” Tess said, a bit stern.
“It doesn’t even matter.” You say a bit annoyed at the persistence and not having an answer to the question that you wanted to tell her.
“Look at me.” She says, as you look straight at the ground. “I just didn’t feel good.” You say looking her in the eye, it was hard. She had the type of eyes that made you spill everything.
Staring felt like forever her eyes narrowing, until your left eye twitched. “You’re lying.” She says crossing her arms over her chest. “No I’m not.” Your eye twitches again, betraying you.
“Yes you are! Your eye is twitching like Nemo’s fucking special fin.” Tess responded. “How the hell would you even know if I was lying? You’re always gone!”
“Language! I’m gone providing for you!” The two of you yelled back and forth for ages. Slowly but surely you were growing enraged. Having bipolar disorder and anger issues Tess knew you needed to calm down before you passed out.
“Okay come on you need to calm down.” She says strictly but assuringly. Even though she was upset with the argument as well she didn’t want it to get worse with you passing out for continuing to dig your nails into your arms.
She took ahold of your shoulders and began to guide you to your room. And shortly after being alone you’d calm down and she’d come back and the two of you would talk it out.
But…that did not happen this time. As she tried to move you, you resisted. “Hey stop. Calm down.” She said trying to grab your arms as you tried to get out her reach. With the fresh cuts and the excessive deep one a whine of pain was let out.
Tess paused momentarily and debated on backing off, but she didn’t. You had been acting different and were on the verge of a panic attack.
With harsh short breaths through go your nose you knew there was nothing else you could do to hide anymore, you were too weak. “What’s hurtin’ hm?” Tess states touching your hands, shoulders, and head gently.
But when she glides over your arms you bit your lip. Razor burn was hitting hard. “Okay let’s get this off..” she mumbles slowly taking the jacket off after she sat you down on the couch.
“Oh honey…” was all Tess could say, staring at the cuts, scars, deep, and shallow. She tries to comfort you but too shaked up and overstimulated. “Okay okay.” Tess backs off, leaving for a short moment to grab the random first aid crap in the bathroom.
She comes back and cleans very carefully, trying not to upset or overstimulate you. As well as to not hurt you. “Breath baby.” She holds your face softly trying to calm you down.
After awhile the cleaning and wrapping is done. It was safe to say Tess could understand why. You had bad bipolar disorder and meltdowns. “Why didn’t you tell me hm?” She asks sitting next to you.
“Cause I didn’t want to worry you and give you more trouble cause it started when dad left and-“ You couldn’t finish beginning to sob.
She pulls you into her tightly and holds you. Quietly shh’ing you, cradling you like a baby. “I’m here I’m not going anywhere. I’m not him.”
Tess holds onto you as you fall asleep. And she’ll always be there for you.
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THIS TOOK FOREVER OVER A WEEK I GOT STUCK. Anyways happy birthday to me <3 Love you stay safe.
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