#ComfortFic

[rafeyssugar]

daddy's got you

rafe knew something was wrong the second his phone buzzed.

she never called him this late—not unless she needed him. and the moment he answered, the shaky breath on the other end made his stomach twist.

"rafey?"

his grip on the phone tightened. "what’s wrong, baby?"

she sniffled, voice small and broken. "i had another fight with my parents."

his jaw clenched. "what did they say?"

"the usual," she murmured. "that i’m a disappointment. that i never do anything right. that they don’t even know what to do with me anymore."

rage burned in rafe’s chest, but he forced himself to stay calm. "where are you, angel?"

"my room, but—"

"i'm coming."

—

she barely had time to wipe her tears before rafe was climbing through her window, his movements quick and effortless.

"rafe—"

she barely got the word out before he was in front of her, pulling her into his arms. she melted into him instantly, clinging to his hoodie like it was the only thing keeping her grounded.

"shh, i got you, baby," rafe whispered, his hand rubbing slow circles on her back. "daddy’s here."

her breathing hitched, another sob shaking her frame. "they—they always act so disappointed in me. like i’ll never be good enough. like i’ll never be the daughter they wanted."

rafe let out a slow breath, his grip tightening. "baby, that's not true. they just don’t see you the way i do."

"but what if—what if you start seeing me like that too?"

rafe pulled back just enough to cup her face, forcing her to meet his gaze.

"that’s never gonna happen, angel."

"but what if—"

"no," he cut her off gently, brushing his thumb over her cheek. "you're my girl. my sweet, perfect girl. daddy could never be disappointed in you."

her lip wobbled. "promise?"

"i swear on my life, baby."

she let out a shaky breath, her body finally relaxing against him. rafe leaned back against her bed, pulling her into his lap so she could curl up against him. his hoodie swallowed her frame, and he couldn't help but smirk a little at the sight.

"you know what i think?" he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

"what?" she whispered.

"i think you were made for daddy," he said, voice firm. "nobody else sees you the way i do, angel. nobody else gets to love you the way i do."

she sniffled, nuzzling into his chest. "i love you, daddy."

rafe’s heart clenched.

"i love you more, baby. and you never have to doubt that."

he pulled the blanket over them, keeping her wrapped up in his warmth. her breathing slowed, the exhaustion from crying settling in.

"sleep, princess," he whispered, lips brushing against her forehead. "daddy’s got you."

[wandering-winchesters]

A Moment That Changed Everything

Summary: After a brutal hunt, a moment with you leaves Dean feeling vulnerable.

It had been a rough hunt. The kind that left you bone-tired, covered in dirt and blood, and grateful just to be alive. Dean had seen his fair share of hunts like that, more than he could count, but this one had been particularly brutal. A rogue werewolf pack, more vicious than usual, had been tearing through a small town, and it had taken everything they had to put them down.

By the time the last werewolf was dead, Dean was running on fumes. Sam had taken a nasty hit but was still standing, while you—you’d fought like hell, never backing down, even when things looked bad. Dean had seen you take a few hard knocks, and it had worried him, but he knew better than to try and tell you to sit out. You were too stubborn for that, and he respected you for it, even if it made him want to wrap you in bubble wrap sometimes.

After the fight, they’d made their way back to the motel, dragging their tired bodies inside and collapsing onto the worn-out furniture. Sam had headed straight for the shower, leaving Dean alone with you in the small, dimly lit room. The adrenaline was still wearing off, leaving him shaky and wired, his mind replaying the close calls over and over.

Dean glanced over at you, sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the floor. You looked as tired as he felt, your shoulders slumped, your face smeared with dirt and blood. But there was something else there, too—something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Maybe it was the way you were holding yourself, like you were carrying a weight too heavy for your small frame. Or maybe it was the way your eyes had that faraway look, like you were somewhere else entirely.

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—but the words got stuck in his throat. What could he say that would make a difference? That they’d survived? That they’d made it through another day? It felt hollow, like an empty victory. But as he stood there, searching for the right words, you looked up at him, your eyes meeting his.

And then you were moving, crossing the small space between you in just a few steps. Before Dean could process what was happening, you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

For a split second, Dean froze, his brain trying to catch up with his body. He wasn’t used to this—physical affection, comfort, whatever you wanted to call it. Sure, he’d hugged people before, but it was always brief, a quick, reassuring squeeze before moving on. This was different. This was you, holding onto him like he was something solid, something real.

And that was when it hit him. The full weight of everything they’d been through, everything he’d been holding inside. The fear, the anger, the guilt—it all came rushing to the surface, nearly knocking the breath out of him. But instead of pushing it down, instead of brushing it off like he usually did, Dean let himself feel it. Just for a moment, he let himself lean into you, his arms coming up to wrap around you in return.

You were warm, solid, grounding him in a way he hadn’t expected. He could feel the steady beat of your heart against his chest, the rise and fall of your breath. It was comforting, more comforting than he’d ever admit out loud. Dean closed his eyes, letting himself sink into the embrace, letting himself forget, if only for a moment, about everything outside that small, dimly lit room.

The hug lasted longer than it probably should have, but neither of you seemed in any hurry to pull away. And honestly, Dean didn’t want to. There was something about being in your arms that made him feel… safe. It was a strange feeling, one he wasn’t used to, but it wasn’t unwelcome. It was like for the first time in a long time, he could just be Dean—not the hunter, not the protector, just Dean.

When you finally did pull away, it was slow, reluctant, like neither of you really wanted to break the connection. But eventually, you did, taking a small step back, your eyes searching his for… something. Dean wasn’t sure what, but he could see the question there, the unspoken need for reassurance.

He offered you a small, crooked smile, the kind that didn’t quite reach his eyes but was real all the same. “We’re okay,” he said softly, the words feeling inadequate but true nonetheless.

You nodded, and for a moment, the two of you just stood there, staring at each other. There was something different between you now, something that hadn’t been there before. The air felt charged, heavy with everything that had been left unsaid. Dean could feel it in his chest, a strange, fluttering sensation that he wasn’t sure how to deal with.

But instead of overthinking it, instead of trying to analyze what it all meant, Dean did what he always did. He pushed it down, locked it away in that little box in his mind where he kept all the things he didn’t know how to handle. But even as he did, he knew this was different. This wasn’t something he could just ignore and hope it went away. This was you, and that changed everything.

Dean cleared his throat, glancing away as if breaking eye contact would somehow break the spell. “You should get cleaned up,” he said, his voice gruffer than he intended. “Get some rest.”

You nodded again, but before you turned away, you reached out, squeezing his arm. It was a brief touch, but it was enough to send that strange, fluttering sensation racing through him again. And then you were gone, heading toward the bathroom, leaving Dean standing there, alone with his thoughts.

As the sound of the shower filled the small motel room, Dean sank down onto the bed, running a hand through his hair. He let out a long breath, the events of the night finally catching up to him. But even as the exhaustion pulled at him, all he could think about was you—how it had felt to hold you, to be held by you.

It left him with a feeling he couldn’t quite shake, something warm and unsettling all at once. Dean wasn’t sure what it meant, wasn’t sure he was ready to figure it out. But he knew one thing for certain: that hug had changed something inside him. It had cracked open a part of him he’d kept locked away for so long, a part he hadn’t even realized was there anymore.

And now, as he sat there in the quiet room, he couldn’t help but wonder what came next. Because if there was one thing he knew for sure, it was that he couldn’t go back to the way things were before. Not after that. Not after you.

Tag List: @roseblue373 @hobby27 @jc-winchester @whump-loverz @mishreem

[synity]

Where You Rest -reupload

(Xu Minghao x FemReader)

*a story full of tenderness, quiet affection, and that gentle warmth that is known for. It keeps things heartfelt, romantic, and wholesome.*

It had been two years since you and Minghao got married. Life wasn’t always smooth your schedules clashed, the world kept demanding too much, and sometimes, you both got tired. But one thing never changed: Minghao’s soft spot for you.

It was the little things.

Like how he made your tea just the way you liked it, even if he had a hundred things to do. Like how he’d silently pull you into his arms when you seemed on the verge of shutting down from stress, not saying a word just letting his presence be enough. Like how he’d whisper, “You’ve done enough for today. Let me take care of the rest.”

That morning, you were curled on the couch in one of his oversized shirts, sleep still clinging to your eyes. You didn’t hear him come in he had gone out to buy your favorite pastries from the shop across town. Minghao didn’t tell you, didn’t make a big deal about it. He just walked over, placed the warm bag in front of you, and smiled.

“You didn’t eat well yesterday,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face.

You blinked up at him, surprised. “You remembered?”

His smile turned fond. “I always remember the things that matter.”

It wasn’t grand gestures. Minghao’s love showed up in quiet ways a hand on your lower back in crowds, subtle glances across the room when you were overwhelmed, the way he always made sure to hold your hand in public because “if I don’t, I miss you more than I can explain.”

Sometimes, at night, you’d be curled up in bed together, your head on his chest, his fingers gently stroking your back.

“I don’t know how I got this lucky,” you whispered once.

He laughed softly. “You think you’re the lucky one? I wake up next to the love of my life every day.”

You shifted, snuggling into him deeper. “You’re so cheesy.”

“And you love it,” he teased.

He always let you rest in him emotionally, physically, completely. And in return, you became his peace too. A shared sanctuary.

Even when he was busy with his art or practice, he’d always check in. A quick text. A voice note. A flower placed on your desk. A sticky note on the mirror: “Have you smiled today? I love you.”

No matter how chaotic the world was, Minghao made it his mission to be the calm in yours.

One night, when you were both dancing in the living room to a slow ballad playing from your speaker, he rested his forehead against yours and whispered, “If I had to live a hundred lives, I’d find you in every one of them.”

It had been a quiet few weeks. Minghao had been busy with overseas schedules, and you had been working nonstop yourself. Even when you two were in the same room, your moments together felt like passing trains full of love, but constantly on the move.

So when Minghao walked into the room holding a small envelope, eyes lit with mischief, you already knew something was up.

“Pack a bag,” he said with a grin. “We’re leaving in an hour.”

You blinked. “Wait, what? Where?”

He simply shrugged. “Somewhere peaceful. Just us.”

You wanted to argue you had emails to respond to, things to finish but the way he looked at you with that soft, patient smile stopped you.

So you packed.

The drive was long but comforting. Minghao had made a playlist of songs that made you both smile from indie ballads to silly tracks you’d danced to at 2 a.m. in the kitchen. The destination turned out to be a cozy villa by the coast quiet, tucked away from everything, with large windows that opened up to the sound of waves.

That night, after you two had eaten, you lay on the deck together watching the stars. Minghao had his head on your shoulder, arm wrapped protectively around your waist. The moonlight danced in his eyes.

“I’ve been thinking,” you whispered.

He turned to you gently. “Mm?”

You sat up slowly and reached into your hoodie pocket, heart racing. You handed him a small, carefully folded card on it was a sketch of two adult penguins holding flippers… and a tiny one between them.

His eyes widened slightly as he opened it. Inside, in your handwriting:

“Coming soon — the littlest Xu.”

Minghao didn’t speak at first. He just stared at the card, eyes glistening in disbelief.

“Wait,” he said, voice shaking. “You’re—?”

You nodded, tears slipping quietly down your cheeks. “Seven weeks.”

He set the card down, reached for your face with both hands, and kissed you deeply not urgently, but with so much emotion that your heart swelled.

When he finally pulled away, his hands were still trembling.

“I’ve never loved you more than I do right now,” he whispered. “I didn’t even know it was possible.”

You both sat in silence for a while, overwhelmed but full of joy. He rested his forehead against yours again, and you could feel his smile even in the dark.

“You’re going to be the best dad,” you whispered.

“And you,” he said softly, “you’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of. And more.”

For the rest of the night, he didn’t let go of you once. He kept one hand over your belly protectively, gently rubbing circles as if he were already calming your baby from the outside.

“I’ll protect this family with everything I am,” he said.

And you believed him. Because Minghao’s love didn’t need grand declarations. It lived in the quiet in every soft word, every gentle hand, every look that told you: You are where I rest. And I will always come home to you.

part2?

part2?

[writingfromasgard]

Comfort request :)

I’m femme nonbinary (she/they) and present openly queer to everyone but my (very conservative) family.

Could you do a comfort fic with Captain Price (and possible poly!141) where reader’s family rejects them and their identity, and is comforted by Price (and the boys)?

If that’s too heavy I totally get it. Thank you for writing comfort fics for us🩷

Tags: angst, family rejection, nb!reader, alcohol mention

Given that I'm not sure about your drinking habits, I opted for non-drinker.

Price's brow arches as your drink order tumbles out of your lips nervously. A single shot of alcohol that is far too strong for you to handle. His face shifts to pensive before he leans over, arm resting on the back of your stool.

In one slick motion, he's throwing back the shot, preventing you from even tasting a drop of the poison. He sets the empty glass on the other side of him, out of your reach.

"That's not my usual, Doll."

"That was for me." Your eyes narrow on him.

"It wasn't." He says coolly, pressing his lips to your temple. " I haven't seen you drink before. I ain't letting you start unless you've got a good reason to."

Your heart feels the weight of your 'sin' bearing down on it, the echoing words of your parents as you try to explain precisely what has been digging under your skin for most of your life. Your teeth grind against each other, your eyes close tightly as you will that crushing feeling away.

"When I went home to see my family," You start, pushing harder at the swelling of sadness. "I didn't want to be forced to do what I normally do for them - bite my tongue, be polite, be who they think i am."

You don't have to glance at him to see his facial expression - blue eyes filled with understanding with a touch of contempt. He might even be clenching his teeth with his chin tucked down.

"Ghost said you had a look in your eye when he met you at the airport." He grumbles before chuckling a little. "I did think it was odd you wanted to go to a bar for our night."

That makes you feel worse from the way he says it, like he's accusing you of using your date night as an excuse to get drunk safely. And that isn't exactly incorrect.

You finally glance at him when his stool creaks, and he puts down enough to cover the shot, giving you a knowing look.

"Better idea - the dessert place down the street has this sampler you can get with tea, mini-cakes, and crepes." The way his mustache arches up with his smile makes you start to smile too. "None of it has alcohol, but Gaz yaps about how when he's having a hard day, he pops in for it."

[one-chicago-writer]

Breaking Point

Y/N Halstead has been pushing herself to the breaking point, eventually, she can't do it anymore. Will her brothers be able to help her rebuild and teach her it's ok to not be, ok?

Trigger Warnings: Panic attack, fainting, blood, self-injury (minor), anxiety, emotional distress, dissociation.

Y/N Halstead had been feeling off all day.

There was a subtle tightness in her chest from the moment she woke up. A pressure. Not painful, not alarming. Just… heavy. But she ignored it. Because she had things to do. A full day of classes, studying for her CCMA Certification exam, a closing shift at her restaurant job. 

Always something.

Always moving.

Because if she kept moving, maybe her world wouldn't give in on her.

Her brothers, Will and Jay, had been worried. She brushed them off like she always did. "I'm fine," she said that morning. "Just tired."

But the thing about constantly carrying weight is that eventually, you drop it, and you never know when it will happen.

It started in her favorite class. Medical Assisting.

The heaviness in her chest had turned into shallow breaths. Then the chest pressure spread, like an invisible hand pushing down on her lungs. Her hands trembled, and the room began to tilt.

She didn’t know what to do. She ran. 

Jay was sitting at his desk at the Precinct, when he got the call from an unknown number. 

“Halstead.” He answered. 

“Hi. Detective Halstead. This is Mrs. Nalton from the Vocational Center. I just wanted to let you know that Y/N ran out of class very abruptly. I just wanted to make sure she was ok.” She stated, genuine concern in her voice. 

“Oh wow, that is not like her at all. Thanks for letting me know.” He ended the call without so much as a goodbye. 

He got up from his desk and went to Voight. “Sarge, Ive gotta take a personal. Y/N’s teacher just called. She ran out of class.” 

Voight looked up at him in shock. “Go. Keep us posted.” He said with no hesitation.

Jay nodded and ran. He called Will as he did. “Will, be ready outside Med. Its Y/N.” No further statement was needed. Jay got in his truck and gunned it towards Med. 

Y/N didn't even know how she drove home, but she did. 

Get water, her brain said. Water will help.

She stumbled through the door, into the kitchen, her vision doubling, black creeping in at the edges. Her heart slammed against her ribcage, each beat a frantic warning.

By the time she reached the sink, she was gasping, each breath more difficult than the last. 

And then the floor rushed up to meet her, the last thing she heard was the shattering of the glass she tried to grab. 

Will and Jay arrived, Jay barely putting the car in park before he was out of the truck, Will hot on his heels.

The first red flag was that the front door was ajar. 

"That isn't like her at all," Jay muttered as they entered the apartment.

"Not at all," Will replied, already concerned. He dropped his keys. "Y/N?"

No answer.

Jay reached the kitchen first.

And he froze.

"WILL!"

Y/N lay crumpled on the floor. Her skin pale, her breaths shallow and fast. One hand was curled toward her chest. There was broken glass nearby and blood on her palm.

Will dropped beside her, instinct kicking in.

"Y/N, hey!" he called. She didn’t respond.

He pinched her trapezius. Nothing.

Then he did a sternal rub—knuckles against her sternum, hard. Her eyes fluttered open at the pain stimulus, but they were glassy, unfocused.

"There she is," Will breathed.

"What—what happened to her?" Jay asked, voice cracking.

"Panic attack. A bad one," Will said. "Help me lay her flat"

But as they tried to help her to her back, Y/N flinched violently.

"No… no, don't touch me!" she cried out, eyes wide with terror.

"Y/N, it’s us," Jay said quickly, kneeling next to her. "It’s me. Jay. You’re safe."

She pushed his hands away, barely coherent. "I can’t breathe… can’t—"

"Will," Jay said urgently.

"She's combative," Will murmured. "We need to ground her."

Jay didn't hesitate. He sat her up, pulled her into a tight bear hug from behind, arms wrapped securely around her, anchoring her like he had when she was little and scared after nightmares.

"You’re okay," he whispered into her hair. "I got you. We got you."

She struggled for a moment, then slowly melted into his hold, sobbing, shaking, and hyperventilating.

Will took her hand that wasn't bleeding and held it to his chest. “Y/N, sweetheart, listen to me, and follow my breathing.” He said as he started to take deep, exaggerated breaths. 

Once her breathing was under control, Will grabbed a towel and gently wrapped her bleeding hand. "Just a small cut. We’ll take care of it."

He helped them move to the couch. Jay held her while Will cleaned the wound.

"You fainted," Will told her gently. "You were hyperventilating. Do you remember?"

She nodded weakly.

"It’s okay now," Jay said, brushing hair from her face. "You’re not alone."

"I’m fine," she whispered a few minutes later.

Will froze. Jay sat up.

Will looked up, eyes shadowed. "Y/N…"

"I’m okay. I just—needed a moment. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. It’s nothing."

Jay stood fast. He started pacing.

Then turned. "Don’t you dare say it’s nothing."

She shrank into the couch.

Jay crouched in front of her. "We walked in and found you on the floor, barely breathing. There was blood. You didn’t know where you were. And you think we’re just gonna let that go?"

Tears brimmed in her eyes, threatening to flow over again.

Will’s voice was softer, but no less pained. "Y/N… you ran out of class. Your teacher called us. That’s not ‘fine.’ That’s not ‘a moment.’ You’re not okay, and it’s okay to say that."

Jay sat beside her again, not touching her yet.

Will leaned forward. "You know what kills me? I see patients like this every day. People who push themselves too far, who hold it in until their bodies give out. And I didn’t see it in my own sister."

Y/N’s lip quivered.

"I should’ve noticed," Will said. "The late nights. The way you brush us off. You’re so damn good at pretending. You didn’t have to be."

"I didn’t want to be a burden," she choked out.

Jay swore and pulled her into his arms. "You could never be a burden."

She broke.

Sobs wracked her frame, raw and shattering. Jay held her tighter. Will wrapped an arm around both of them.

"You’re ours," Will said. "There is nothing you could go through that we wouldn’t want to help you with."

"I thought… if I just worked harder… kept pushing… I could hold it together."

Jay tucked her hair behind her ear. "You’ve been holding the world on your shoulders. You never had to."

Jay helped her to the bathroom, sat on the floor while she washed her hands. When she couldn’t dry them, he did it for her.

Will brought her a sweatshirt from her childhood—soft, oversized, familiar. He helped her into it.

They settled her on the couch. Water.  Weighted blanket. Quiet.

After a long silence:

"I’ve been having attacks like that for a while."

Will didn’t look surprised. Just sad. "How long?"

"Weeks. Maybe longer. This one was… different. I couldn’t stop it."

Jay’s jaw ticked. "We’re getting you help. No arguing."

"I know," she said. "I want to."

Will looked stunned for a second, then nodded.

Later, she lay curled under the blanket, Will on the floor beside her, Jay at the other end of the couch with his hand resting on her ankle like an anchor.

Almost asleep, she heard it again:

"Don’t break. Don’t break. Don’t break."

But something had shifted.

"You broke. But they were there. And you’re still here."

She let herself breathe.

TAGLIST: @zoeykaytesmom, @Skywalker0809, @knbubbles

[hoseokslefteyebrow]

22-05-2024

Pairing : teen! best friend! SukunaX Reader

Genre : fluff, non cursed au!, comfort

Summary : You broke up with your douchebag of a boyfriend (finally?), of course Sukuna is there to comfort you.

Wordcount: 1.7k

Not proofread sorry-

I broke up with him

With a confused look, Sukuna glances at the message that pops up on his phone. He's currently out with some friends, hanging like he often does. 

Y/N, his best friend, would usually come along too, though since her relationship she'd been coming along significantly less. 

He's met the dude before, twice. Once when he picked her up from one of their dates in midnight, and once at a restaurant because Y/N begged him to. He's openly disliked him both times.

With a huff, he replies. 

Good, he's a fucking waste of space

It doesn't take long before Y/N starts typing again. 

You don't get it

I didn't want to

I did it because there's no space for me in the relationship

I still love him

Give me a second

I'm on my way to you

Y/N starts typing again, probably to tell her best friend that she wants to be alone, but he won't let her. Greeting their shared group of friends, he announces that he's leaving before getting into his car. 

Thankfully, the way over is short. And coincidentally, Y/N and Sukuna are neighbors who live across from one another. 

It doesn't take long before he's stood on her doorstep, nor for her younger brother to let him in, informing him that she's crying in her room. 

Sighing, he knocks, before opening the door. 

" Hey. " He says with a bit of a scowl on his face. 

Everyone knows that Sukuna hates when Y/N cries. 

Y/N sniffs, trying to form a reply, though as she starts trying to break her sobbing, he's quick to make his way over to her and wrap her in his arms. 

As expected, she completely breaks down, sobbing into his shirt. He doesn't really care about the odd feeling. 

They stay like that for a bit, until she breaks apart to wipe her nose. 

" I don't get it. I know he's an asshole. But you're the one who broke up? " He asks. 

She nods, now slightly calmer than before. 

" Y-Yeah. T-there's no space for me. -" She starts explaining between the sobs which wreck her body. 

" I-I tried to fix our issue- I r-really did. But no m-matter what I did or said- it wasn't enough. " She cries again. 

Sukuna huffs at her words. " He's a douche, love. How long have you two been together? " 

" N-nearly 7 months. " 

" And didn't you pay for like 5 months for whatever activity you two did or the travel expenses? Dude lives 2 hours away by train after all. "

" Y-yes, b-but-"

" Hell nah. Y/N, he's a loser. He didn't even hold the door for you to get into the car. Besides, remember the restaurant incident when you had me meet him again? " He points out. 

With another sob, she quietly nods. 

Sukuna, Y/N, her, now ex, Nick and their friends Yuji (Sukuna's twin), Megumi, Kugisaki, Satoru and Suguru had been seated in one of Y/N's favorite restaurants, a japanese curry house when it happened. Nick had always been over confident and arrogant. He could admittedly hold a good amount of spice, but not enough to challenge the chef, which he did. Not only was he suffering through the entire dinner, but he also threw it all up in the metro station garbage bin later. 

All of their friends had actively disliked him since then. Suguru and Sukuna especially. Suguru was a bit older than Sukuna and Y/N by 3 years. Due to stuff that happened between Y/N and Suguru, he had caught feelings, though never the confidence to ask her out. 

Although Sukuna did not get along with Suguru's pain in the ass best friend Satoru, he does support Suguru in a relationship with Y/N.

But sadly she met Nick before Suguru had found the confidence to ask her out properly. That doesn't mean he lost feelings though. 

Ever since that incident, the entire friend group had been hoping that she'd dump Nick. 

​​​​​​" Y-You don't get it. I-I love him. Yet a-all he said when I told h-him we're through is O-Okay. H-he didn't even care. D-Didn't go in a way l-like 'why, we can fix this.'" She sobs, pulling her knees to herself.

With another sigh, he pulls her into his embrace easily. He knew she loves him. He knew she didn't want to break up with him.

" That's because he's a douche. But just cry it out, you'll eventually find someone so much better. Someone who actually cares about you. I'm curious now though- why now? "​​​​​​

" H-he's got exam weeks. A-and because of that, he kept saying that everything I told him which was bothering me- there was like no time to talk about that. And this has s-started since 3 weeks ago. " She sniffs. 

She's finally started to calm a bit down, tightly holding onto Sukuna's shirt as she sniffs and cries. 

He hums quietly. " I see... I think it's better this way. If he can't even give you proper attention or communication during exam weeks, then how would you ever be able to build on him when actual life hits? " He wonders out loud, adjusting himself so he's leaning against the headboard. 

She hums with another sob. 

Sukuna's never been good with relationships. He never really held one for long enough to understand what it feels like for her right now,  though he does understand that she loved him ( a horrible decision in his opinion) and that it therefore hurts a lot. 

From his point of view, Nick does not give a fuck about her well being at this point. He might not be the one to break up, but letting go of a 6 month relationship with a simple 'okay' does imply just how serious you are about someone. 

Sukuna and Y/N have had a bunch of fights too, some particularly nasty ones too, but not once have either of them let go of one another completely. The longest they've gone without talking with one another was probably 3 days. 

Y/N's phone rings, but Sukuna is quicker to pick up her phone than she is. 

Knowing she wants to pick up, he sighs and hands it to her. 

" Put it on speaker. "

With a nod, she does as she says. She asks for Nick's address so she can dump his stuff tomorrow and although Nick keeps talking, she hangs up. 

Feeling proud of her, Sukuna pats her on the head. He didn't exactly expect her to do so. 

However, he calls again, and this time she picks up again. 

" What? " She huffs. 

" I wasn't done talking. "

" Right, well talk. " She allows him.

Sukuna kinda wants to whack her in the head for that. 

However, its followed by Nick basically pointing all their relationship errors to her and adding the question 'if she knows what she's just done'. 

Satisfying Sukuna once again, she defends herself, before hanging up once more. 

" He's got loose strings. I swear. " Sukuna points out. 

She hums. 

" Didn't you dream about it? " He asks, as the two cuddle up. 

" Yeah. It went exactly like in my dream too. Which is ironic because after I dreamed that I had messaged him in complete panic, telling him that I didn't want to break up. And now I did, exactly like in the dream. " She answers quietly. 

He hugs her a little tighter. 

" I swear, your dreams are creepy sometimes. " 

It wasn't the first time she's dreamed something and it happened. 

She hums. 

For a bit the silence settles, and he doesn't miss how her eyes constantly shift to her phone. 

" Let's swap phones for a week or two again. " He decides, taking out his phone. 

" B-but-"

" No buts, we've done it before. Though this time, don't log into your accounts. " He tells her, taking her phone and tucking it in a spot away from her. 

He hands her his phone. She knows all the passwords. He doesn't like her wacky Android which needs a battery replacement, but he doesn't mind swapping his iphone so she won't be making stupid decisions like going back to him. 

With a puff, she takes his phone, putting it down where her phone previously was. 

" You'll be okay, love. Don't worry. I've got you. "

" I love you. " She mumbles. 

Completely exhausted and heartbroken, she doesn't take long before she falls asleep. 

Once she's finally quiet, he finally responds. 

" I love you too. "

He presses a kiss to her head before turning her phone completely off and falling asleep with her. 

[ A/N: Am I back? Idk. Either way, I just broke up with my boyfriend, so most of this is based on real experience. Except I do not have Jujutsu Kaisen best friends. ( Also, the Japanese restaurant story did happen. We were on a date and he pulled that. It was just the two of us though. The dream happened too. Much much more happened. ) 

Either way, would anyone like a part 2? Don't you wonder what's up with Suguru and you? Or do you maybe wanna go down memory lane and see what happened between Nick, you and Sukuna? Or maybe you'd like to know what Sukuna did now that he's got your phone with the entire conversation you and Nick had. All an option. : ) ]

[tytarax]

Hihi! I saw that your requests are open again! So, I wanted to request a oneshot of Goku Black or Zamasu trying to take care of the female reader of her period, please.

(Totallyy not influenced due to me being on my period. No, my good writer.)

Yeah, sure, totally ;) Gotcha

Bloody Hell

Zamasu had always found mortals to be filthy, flawed creatures. Their bodies were weak, susceptible to disease, pain, and suffering. He had observed their pathetic ailments from a distance, never once imagining he would have to care for one.

But you… you were different.

He still didn’t understand why he tolerated you, why he let you stay by his side when all other mortals disgusted him. Perhaps it was because you weren’t like the others—less selfish, more patient. Or maybe he simply enjoyed your company, though he would never admit it.

But when he found you curled up in pain, your face pale, your body trembling, he felt… something unfamiliar. Concern.

"You’re unwell," he stated, kneeling beside you. "What afflicts you?"

You winced as another cramp hit you, groaning. "It’s… just my period, Zamasu. It happens every month. I’ll be fine."

He frowned. "A monthly affliction? How inefficient."

You managed a weak chuckle. "Yeah, tell me about it."

For the first time, Zamasu found himself at a loss. He was a god, above mortal suffering—how was he supposed to help?

"Do you require healing?" he asked, summoning his divine energy.

You shook your head. "It’s not something you can just fix. It’ll pass."

Zamasu hated that answer. He hated that he couldn’t take away your pain.

Still, he observed you, analyzed what little he knew of mortal comfort. Carefully, he summoned warm tea infused with calming herbs, conjured soft blankets, and placed a cooling cloth on your forehead.

"Rest," he said, his voice softer than usual. "You will not suffer alone."

Goku Black was not like Zamasu. He did not merely tolerate you—he claimed you. You were his, and anything that caused you pain was an insult to his divinity.

So when he discovered you curled up, struggling through your period, he was furious.

"Who dares to make you suffer?" he demanded, his aura flaring.

You blinked up at him, exhaustion in your eyes. "Uh… biology?"

His rage simmered, replaced with confusion. "Explain."

You sighed. "It’s just something that happens to women, Black. It’s annoying, but it’s normal."

"Normal?" he scoffed. "You think I will allow my queen to be in pain every month because of some pathetic mortal weakness?"

Before you could protest, he teleported away. Minutes later, he returned, arms full of various remedies—herbal teas, heating pads, even chocolates.

You stared. "Where did you—?"

"I took them," he said simply.

"You stole them?"

He smirked. "They were unworthy of keeping such gifts when you are in need."

You sighed but couldn’t help the small smile forming. He may have been merciless, but when it came to you, he was devoted.

Settling beside you, he pulled you into his lap, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively. "Rest, my love," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. "Your pain will pass, and I will be here until it does."

And true to his word, he did not leave your side.

Masterpost

DBS Masterlist

[isagiss]

BETTER DAYS | m. sano (* mentions of abuse & derealization)

"where to?"

"wherever."

another fight with your dad. just one more thing to keep you up at night because if you shut your eyes, even for a moment, you relive the events of that afternoon. the shattered glass. the way his calloused hand raised, almost as if he was going to hit you. the way he did. his face.

okay, his face looked a little stupid.

regardless, the image made you shake. anger and fear enveloped you. if you even touched your cheek, it would sting in agony once again. the sensation would rise the way the sun would on sunday mornings.

you reminisce when your mother would take you to the beach at sunrise every sunday. she always said that it was important to start the week peacefully. you eyes begin to shut, and you can feel the breeze almost whisk you away. you can hear the sea. feel the sand between your toes. the sea water splashing on your face. the morning sun almost blinds your eyes. it all felt too real.

you dance around in glee, like you haven't a care in the world. like everything is okay.

but it isn't because when you trip, and your head hits the hardwood floors, you're back to reality. the beach is out of reach, you'll never feel that sun again, and your mom isn't here anymore.

the tears are real, though. and as the realization hits you, they decide to make their grand entrance. streams of warmth tickle your face. kissing the bruises and scars. and before long, your throat swells and jumps. your sobs come out like hiccups. you knew that you had to keep quiet but you're so hurt.

"I can't do this anymore." through your tears and shaky hands, you grab your phone. it's on 1% so you need to make this quick. your fingers type quicker than you can think and before you even realize you're waiting for him to pick up. but why would he? he really shouldn't. you should hang up--

"hello?"

your heart jumps.

"hey, mik-- manjirou." you almost slipped. you really shouldn't have called.

"is there something wrong?" his voice somehow resembles concern, even when it's masked in fatigue.

how does he do that?

"um..no?

there's a long pause before his next words and you almost thought he'd hung up.

"don't lie to me, y/n." his voice is assertive now. seems he's finally awake.

"girl, what? I'm not lying to you! I'd never lie to you! when have I ever lied to you?" you're rambling and you know it. but you can't afford to be alone right now.

"y/n, stop playing on my phone. it's too early. or too late, I don't know. what time is it?"

you can't help but roll your eyes, but you feel giggles threaten to escape your throat.

"oh well, you know me too well."

"shut up and tell me what's wrong."

"okay!"

for the first time in the past five minutes you begin to hesitate. you haven't spoken to, let alone seen this guy in two months. would he really be willing to see you now?

screw it.

"can we talk? I mean-- can you pick me up? I just can't be alone right now. it's okay if you don't want to. I know I hurt you but please? I need you, manjirou." saying all that in one breath wasn't the easiest, but you felt so free afterwards.

the line was dead silent, though. tears prickled your eyes once again. did you screw it up?

"hello?"

nothing.

why would he want to see you anyway, right?

you hung up. well, you tried to but your phone was out of juice.

it's over.

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your room seemed much darker now. you knew that even if you were to charge your phone right now, call him back, and retry that entire conversation, it'd never happen. he'd never pick up a second time.

the very thought of depending on him makes you sink into the floor, beyond the tiles, the concrete, the foundation, the earth cushioned underneath, and straight to the boiling core of this unfair planet.

he'd never come even if you asked him to. even if you got on your knees and pleaded. he'd. never. show.

the world must be ending now, it's raining rocks from the sky. because surely there isn't someone throwing stones at your window to get your attention, right? you're going crazy.

for the sake of your sanity, though, you peek outside. and to your gratitude, and dismay, there stood the stupid blonde in all his idiotic glory.

why would he even show up? is he okay, like mentally? you asked yourself as you slipped on something comfortable and sneaked out through your window. you silently thanked yourself for being such a sneaky kid because getting from a 2nd-storey window is no easy task.

finally, after scaling the gutters, mimicking the movements of your 13-year-old self, you were able to meet the dewy lawn. you still got it, huh?

"hey." up close he looked a lot skinnier, and tired. the bags that weighed under his eyes were the first things that caught your attention.

"hi." the frigid cold battled the warmth in your heart, and shots of chills ran up and down your spine. you really should've brought a jacket.

past the boy-- or man now, you could see his beloved motorbike. it looked as new as when he'd bought it.

at least he was taking care of one thing in his life.

"how did you know I wanted to talk?"

"I must be stupid." a sort of scoff arises from him as he saunters over to you, never breaking eye contact. why were you so tense all of a sudden?

your back straightens as he draws nearer. it's only when he's a lips-breadth away that he severs his look at you and takes a hold of your arm. like stepping on an ice cube on a hot day, you jolt your arm backward.

"why is your hand so cold, man?"

"you still ask a lot of questions." that smile. still as sad as you remembered it. somehow, it hurt you knowing that you can't be there for him.

gracefully, he leads you over to his bike and lifts you onto the passenger seat. he holds you like he cares, like you could break at any moment.

and then the moment's over because he slaps your back and throws a helmet at you.

"you know the rules, right?" he attempts a wink, failing miserably and blinking instead.

"whatever, man. just get on!" the sentence forces itself through the amass of giggles that erupted from you.

not that you could tell, but when manjirou heard your laugh, he thought about driving off and never taking you back home. he wanted to start a new life from scratch with you. he wanted you to be happy. he wanted to be happy with you. but he knew he couldn't. it'd be too risky.

the engine starts and so do your nerves apparently because why are you on the back of manjirou sano's bike? you worry about your dad and what would happen if he realized you weren't home. and the worry made you smile. you knew there were gonna be repercussions but you'd face them later. you wanted, no-- needed to escape now.

the drive was quiet, and peaceful. not that you wanted to talk, anyway. you were comfortable in this silence. you wanted to cherish it forever.

it was only at a red light that the boy had spun around to ask where exactly you wanted to go.

"wherever." your answer was blunt and he laughed at that.

as the light flashed a fluorescent green and he accelerated, you sunk further into his back, taking in every scent. the smell of his sweat infused cologne, the intoxicating fumes of the exhaust, the crisp scent of the new dawn. you took it all in. for the first time in what felt like forever, you felt safe.

you noticed how quickly manjirou's heart was beating. was he thinking the same thing as you? does he have a burning desire to get out of here as well? he might not. he's probably too tired to even process anything. but it still made you smile thinking about starting a new life with him.

"y/n?"

the both of you had stopped and the engine was killed dead in its tracks. you fluttered your eyelids open and almost froze.

he brought you to the beach.

he doesn't even understand what he did, but he still did it.

"is there something wrong? I thought you loved the beach." his tone rang with penitence, like he'd done something wrong.

in an instant you were off your seat, with your arms wrapped around his frame. it was his turn to freeze and you could feel his heartbeat quicken. it made you buzz in excitement.

"thank you for bringing me here, Mikey."

[8293994]

Dating the doctor for your medicine

Doctor!ichimatsu matsuno x patient(?)!reader

note: i was always a sucker for clichés. Umm reader knows ichi from high school? yea. Even though tagged degradation kink this isn't a smut, and is about the ending. purple text is his dialogue for the smart readers out there

tags: 3.6k words, degradation kink, marriage mention, themes of depression, comfort fic(?), ventfic(?), drinking, dead dove do not eat, begging

...

When he became a doctor, you really didn't know what to believe. At first you thought nothing of it, until it came to his checkups.

Out of six sons, one is working? Ouch. Even you didn't wanna believe it when you heard about it.

And the glances, and the cheap medicine. And the sheer abundance of it, that medicine became. He was worried for you, for a while now- but what the fuck? You felt like a sugar baby. Not like you couldn't afford your own medicine. You didn't know to take pride that people wanted to spoil you, or to be upset over him thinking he had any right to hold this responsibility with you. For you. That just wasn't his role to choose, and you never asked him for help. You didn't. Who said he had any right to step into your life like this? You didn't want to be indebted to him. It wasn't kindness. You guys barely spoke. It was embarrassing.

Can he just stop?

"I'm sorry?" *Oh, did I say that out loud?*

Looking at him, he looked unsettled. Like he wasn't used to you being mad. Like he wasn't used to *you*. You guys dated a bit in high school, and sort of kept in contact after. You lived in the same town, so running into him was evident in nature. He knows you're a little.. snappy, I guess.

"..nevermind. My mind was off somewhere else." "Everything okay?" "Yes."

You've been less active recently, never heading out or running into him. Over the holidays, you've been alternating between sleeping at home and the occasional hospital visit. Truth was you haven't been well. You couldn't go to work. Hospital was just an excuse, you needed the papers. You didn't know what to think, anymore, and when. One way to escape thinking altogether was to sleep in the hospital, blowing through your money.

He seemed to know you weren't fine. These acts of charity...

He knew you wouldn't deny. Actually, you couldn't speak up. About anything. You just wanted him to buzz off. One more nuisance to..

"Y/n, y/n?" "A-ah, right, yes, s--so..rry."

You bowed your head. Weirding yourself out-- to treat him so formally, respectfully. He knew you thought nothing of him, and barely had any respect left for yourself, too. You dressed yourself in whatever, but had to look presentable nowadays knowing he'd just pry more if you didn't. This bitch-

"Are you.. overwhelmed?" "Huh?" "Your face is red. Do you have a fever? Let's check again." "Ah.. okay."

He placed the apparatus in your ear. Well you did feel faint. He said to rest more, and handed you some water.

Well!! You really couldn't tell him!! That it was none of his business!! Ahh.. you wanted a drink.

He knew you weren't actually sick. It hurt to see someone treat you and your health so seriously, and dance around the subject so carefully. This was all professional, remember? Stop getting all up in my face and do your job.. else I start feeling bad about it, too. Taking away the one thing I don't want to lose, total absence.

"Can.. uh." "Hm?" "Can I.... s." He leaned in closer. "canireducetheamountefconsultations-" "..m?" Did he pretend not to hear you?! No, wait. You spoke too fast.

"Can I.. please.. u-um, leave?" "What? I mean, yes, of course, self admissions are--" "No, n-no.. toilet." "Ah." He paused. Or were you looking too much into it? "Okay. I'll be here."

"Ichimatsu, I'm leaving the hospital," You announced before closing the door, praying it was loud enough for him to hear. You felt off. Just off. You couldn't explain it any other way.

You hated yourself for wasting his time. I mean, it was part of his job, but still. You were so useless you couldn't do a simple thing like a hospital consultation--

No, you couldn't handle a friend. Especially one that showed up unannounced.

You didn't go to that hospital anymore.

The fees were gone, you were just waiting. The day that will come tomorrow, where you'll need to go get paid, go work, go study.

Ah... you wanted to die.

Closing the 7/11, the staff wasn't expecting your late visit. You thought they were open 24/7. Grabbing a few drinks to have at the park, who cared if you'd shown up drunk tomorrow? Who should.. it matter? To..

He was in your face. "What."

Dressed in slacks, he looked.. like shit. He just looked like shit. Under this convenience store lighting, in his shitty dumbass sandals, he looked like he just woke up. Did work do that to a person? His hair was messed up. Or did you just never notice? You were always looking at the floor, after all. Huh? "Ah.. is the store closed?" Apparently it closed early on holidays, looking at the sign he seemed stuck on. What the fuck? He didn't even notice you?

Leaving the convenience store, you looked at your plastic bag. "Hey." He looked back, alert. He knew you by your voice. Your disappearance didn't work at all, huh? "Wanna have a drink?"

You had held up the bag a bit. While he stared, you looked for a good spot. You usually sat at just anywhere, but would that be good? "A..ah. Yeah, sure." At least now you wouldn't feel indebted to him.

Sitting down by the nearest lamp, you put the plastic bag at your lap. It wasn't much, but definitely enough for two. You hadn't been thinking about how much would get you drunk, so you just got whatever felt good for the next few hours. "I won't be at the hospital anymore, so you can rest easy." He nodded, as you handed him a beer. It was cold out, and he was wearing slippers? Seriously? Even you had put on something warm. "Were you glad? To hear it?" Nursing your beer, he asked you if you couldn't sleep. "Mm."

You breathed out, watching the steam dissolve. "And you're out for the cats?" "..yeah."

Taking off your scarf, you thought that if he was cold, you might as well be cold, too. The beer would be fine instead, anyway.

You wanted to cry. "I can't sleep at all.."

Downing a second can, you sighed. It felt better, to know that you'd be off sleeping soon. Drinks knocked you out. That you'd forget this.. you had bad memory for little details like these. When, how, where, whats. You just remembered feelings.

Drinking, you could really get teary. You could do anything. You could blame it on the drinks. Of course you wouldn't do anything, but it just felt nice to remember that could forgive yourself drunk. You could sob, and shake and groan, and all would be forgiven. He wouldn't even remember. "How can you take care of me when you can't even take care of yourself, mm?" You grumbled, wrapping a scarf around him.

"..did you drink anything today?" "What?" "N-no, I mean.. never mind." He murmured, taking his second can as well. You moved onto your third. "If you're worried about me being dehydrated again.. don't. I can't deal with this much, y'know?" "I don't care." "Then don't ask!"

"I just.. it's out of habit." "Well you'll fix it someday." "Yeah.."

"Oy, Ichimatsu." "Hm?" "I'll tell you what. Caring for a girl means you go all the way. Go fill up this can with the water fountain pretty-pretty pleeease..." You dealt an empty can towards him as he leaned away- a scorn on his face. "Not your butler." "Do it!!!"

He brought out a coin. "I'll flip it to decide who goes." "No. No. No." "Let's just go together then.." "..fine."

Somehow, being lazy together makes it easier. Walking over and drinking the filled can, you were surprised by how fast you finished it. So you really were dehydrated.

"Y'know, I can just write you letters." "Huh?!!!" "Yeah. You don't even need to come. It's not like we're that big a clinic." "Holy cow, seriously??" "Yeah. Whatever you want, it's not much for me." "It's okay??" "Said it was." "Serious?? Are you serious?? I feel like I shouldn't do all that though?? Like, am I even allowed to do that?? Morally speaking??" "I don't care. Just do whatever."

He sipped the beer. "Have you been taking the medicine?" "A-ah! No, I haven't.." "They're actually not painkillers. You didn't need them, so I just replaced them with those vitamin candies we gave kids." "Ah. What the fuck?" "Yeah. I'm surprised you don't know." Growing up, you did always love to eat those little vitamin pills the clinic gave when you were sick. You made sure to take them from now on. "Ah! I actually have some on me right now.." You shuffled around it your jacket pocket, and pulled out a packet. "Ooh! You're right, they look just like the ones I got when I was younger!" "Ah, I'm glad you like.."

He watched as you took the entire packet at once. He blinked, and reached for an empty can and filled it with water.

"Y/n, if you take that many with just beer and a can of water in your system, you'll throw up quick." He sounded shocked. In disbelief. "Ah, that so?" You chugged two cans of water. Ahh, it was refreshing. You really needed that water.

About that. You suddenly didn't feel an itch to drink anymore. Did you have enough water already? You felt full.

You looked to the rest of the cans. "What's wrong?" "Well.. it'll take long for me to get anywhere without an empty stomach." "...seriously? Like two cups of water and a packet of vitamin C and you're full?" "Haha, I know right? I have no clue how I do it, either. I'm usually such a fatass with food. Guess it's 'cause I'm sleepy."

You downed another can of beer. You'd pee soon, anyway. Wouldn't hurt to have one more.

"Hey.. can I have tomorrow off?" "Mm? Yeah, sure. Not like I care." "Woohoo!" You cheered, breathing in the midnight air. Suddenly, it didn't feel so stuffy anymore. "Ahh.. shoot. I need to piss." You looked around, holy shit it was far. Or maybe you just felt lazy. "Ichi. Piggyback me." "I'll drag you." You two walked to the bathrooms, with you groaning and muttering the whole way. "I'm siiiiick... of dragging my ass around, god damnit." "I'll cure it.. with paper."

You came out the toilet, and you couldn't see him.

You felt really scared. Like, really scared. It was dark out. There was no wind, just quiet.

"Boo." You screamed.

"Holy shit. I almost pissed myself." "I-- I'm bad with stuff like this, okay?! I can barely even go to the toilet at night!" "Oh.. I know two people who can't, now." "Are you fucking crazy?! Apologise!"

You felt unsteady. You hadn't eaten anything the whole day. He noticed how slow you were walking, and proposed to bring you home. "Don't push yourself." "I hope someone pees on you, fartface." "I don't wanna walk you anymore."

...

You were in his care.

Sitting in the driveway of your own house, you watched him come with a packet of dried fish and medicine. You had fallen ill.

He sat by you and drank some water. "Y'know, I've actually never seen a car here." "Oh.. it's my mom's, she comes and visits sometimes. Maybe you never saw it back in high school because she was always off working." "Right. I don't think I ever met your mom." "I'm... not sure. I don't remember much of anything back then. I just remember the general gist of things.." You blew your nose. "Right," He rummaged around in his bag, giving you anti-inflammatories and some other stuff to take with that protects your stomach lining. It was nice to be taken care of like this. It's like your mom's home.

Mourning the loss of your independence and unset boundaries, you took the medicine and watched the garage wall. "Ah. I forgot the note." "..wanna write it inside?" "Sure."

He was in your room again.

Sitting on the floor, he logged into his account on your computer and printed out a note. You sat on the bed, looking. The process was interesting, and quiet. The clacking and whirring..

"Y/n." "Whuh?"

He placed his hand on your forehead and frowned. Your fever. "I thought you were getting better." "You did say it was gonna take a few days.." "Yeah, with your body. This is bad. Maybe you've been eating too little." "..mm."

You murmured, touching your hair. It was hard to stay awake. "'m gonna take a nap." "Tch.."

Setting a glass of water on your bedside table, you heard his footsteps fade.

You woke up sneezing.

Stepping out of the bedroom, you went to the fridge and threw away your forehead patch. ..was that there before? You weren't sure if you had put one on..

Grabbing at a new one, you closed the fridge, turning around to see.. miso soup!! Right on the table!

Looking around, you began to sit down and eat.

*Delicious!*

...

The snow stopped outside.

"Could you not?" The items on your desk were rearranged. Your pencils were put away. "I got bored."

You had a high fever. He fed you water, and woke you up for food. Which was usually soup. Yum. You couldn't believe you were actually skipping out on work because of sickness. You felt proper, somehow.

He switched out your cooling patch. "I'll be going home soon." "W-wait." You stirred. "I'm cold."

He sighed and brought you a cup of warm water and a hand warmer. "Say ahh." "Aa..."

"I feel like I'm in an elderly care centre..hehe.." "Yeah. I feel like a hell of a nurse." Before he could get up and leave again, you convinced him to stay. You wanted a bedtime story. It was scary being up so late on your own, you had only recently heard a bunch of stories cannibalism related. Everything was scary.

He stayed by your side until you fell back asleep. You didn't hear him leave.

Waking up to the sun, you felt better. Like, spick and span, like never better. Was it the soup? You haven't had anything home cooked in ages. Your legs had gone numb, and you were about to bring your fist down to wake them until you almost punched Ichimatsu square in the face.

Confused for one second, then realising he fell asleep in the next, you slowly slimed your way out of bed and covered him with a blanket.

Could he afford to sleep in, actually? Didn't he have a job to do?

Taking milk out of the fridge, wait, didn't he have a job to do?

Looking back at your room and watching him strut out and towards the main entrance with his eyes closed, you wondered how he took care of you the whole time you were sick. Didn't he have work?

He yelled outside your door, and ran off. Oh. He did have work, didn't he? He forgot to go home and change, too. Did he usually set alarms, here?

Has he been sleeping here?

Did he take days off?

..whatever. Thinking back on it was useless. You were so sick, everything was a blur.

You just hoped you didn't drool too much as you slept.

This feeling won't go away.

As he sat at your desk, and you took your meds, you had not met him at the garage in a while. Purely because you were too lazy. You needed him out. Out. You needed alone time, for what, forever?

He wrote you another slip. "Ichimatsu." "Hm?"

You eyed him. "..nothing."

How could you..? Get the slips.. without..

"..Ichimatsu." "What is it." Eek!

He checked you for a fever. You closed your eyes as his hand reached your forehead again.

"Ichi!" "What." "I'm... fine! So.." Gaze cast around your room, you sounded exasperated. "...........I'll be in your care." Oh, yeah. You couldn't say it. You couldn't live without him. You didn't wanna go to work. You didn't wanna make food. You didn't wanna get out of bed. You didn't wanna think. Ahh, whatever. No decision! The answer always is to do nothing and forget you ever thought! "..okay."

SHIIIIIIIIIIIT!!!

You're stuck with him.

You went back under your covers, staring daggers at the wall, while he typed away at your computer.

The sound was nice.

You fell asleep.

"Y/n?"

You were awake, staring at the ceiling. "Y/n."

"...yes?" "Wanna head out? The plum trees are blooming." "..you should go without me. I'm still sleepy... a little bit." "Okay."

He stalked off, and you got out of bed.

You wanted to watch them too!!!!!!!!!

Walking out the house in your pajamas, you were met with his face, "I thought you'd reconsider."

"I.. don't.. know." "Let's go, before it gets dark."

Your feelings toward him were complicated, and disregarded. You didn't want to worry. So you didn't think it.

One late night, you were laying still on your bed. You felt like a skank. Always letting him in just because he treated you to favors. Because he treated you well. Because he respects you. You needed him, practically used him, this guy who you barely knew. You felt cheap. Easy. This guy who you never cared to.. ahh, forget it.

You were stressed out. Too much to think about.

The next day, he got mad at you. You hurt him, disrespected him. Apparently his patience wasn't limitless, after all. You had gotten fish, that he was in charge of raising. "*You can't even take care of yourself,*" Somehow what he said felt familiar.

You had met up with an old friend, who went to go find fish for the new year with you. It was always auspicious to have fish in the house, and they gave you a bag too after confirming you had a fish tank.

You had forgotten to put the fish in the tank. Ichimatsu was so mad that he stormed out immediately after getting everything ready for the fish. If he had noticed any later..

You were shaking.

He didn't come anymore.

You showered, and went out to the clinic. He wasn't gonna come anymore? That wasn't right, he used to come over every day. Today he didn't even show up.

You waited outside the clinic until closing hours. He didn't even look at you when he left.

You clenched at your chest, taking a deep breath. Was your only option to die?!

I'll do better?! No, no.. I miss you?! *what?!*

He was getting farther and farther away. "I know.. I know, I know, so, I'm sorry.."

Your voice was weak, and you had stood tense at the door. "Ichimatsu.."

Fighting the tears that you knew would only come to be of nuisance, you tried to close the gap between you and him.

Aah. No good. You might just kill yourself.

Running home, you called your friend to take back the fish and never left your bed since.

*I'm horrible*

...

You woke up to him one day. "Afternoon." "Ah.. I keep forgetting you have a spare key." Hair messy, he sat on the floor, and drank some tea.

You got out of bed, and knelt in front of him. "I'm sorry." "Mm." "I.. I.. um.." Clutching at nothing, you evened your breathing. "It's.. I can't.. I can't, um.."

You wanted to cry. "I'll.. I'll.. I don't know how to make you feel better, because I don't know you.. I can't.. remember a single thing.."

You didn't know how to make people feel better because you didn't even know how to make you feel better.

"Please.. don't.. go."

You bowed your head to the floor.

"Stay with me forever..."

Neither of you knew how small your voice was. "Creepy." "E-eh?" "Creepy. It's like you don't care about my life outside you.. what about my future girlfriend? Wife? How do I get a life outside you?" "I.." Your voice caught in your throat.

"Let's get married,"

Peeking out at him, you immediately looked back down. Holy shit you could piss yourself dead. Those dead-fish eyes.. absent from love and compassion.. looked like they wanted to kill you. No; you are already dead. This is an after image.

"Listen," He sounded muffled, and you peeked out again to see he's cupped a hand over his mouth. "I'll let you answer me again. Think properly."

"I'm serious!" "Dude.." "I-- I.. I.." Speaking into the floor, "..I..."

Your voice was wobbling. No; you hated this.. your knees were the ones shaking. You've never been so dumb. This feeling.. that you couldn't do anything. That you can't do anything. You can only pray. For forgiveness. You couldn't imagine a bleaker future. "Think properly." Biting your lip, you blubbered.

"Huh?" "sfgssfsdh" "What. Spit it." "Hfssfdfssfg" "Y/n." "I'll.. show you. I'm not.. asking for too much."

You couldn't even focus your eyes. You couldn't do anything.

"How?" You didn't know.

"Give me one week! I'll prove.. hghck.. I'll prove it.. please.. t..trust me, just one last time.."

You couldn't tell, but he had a hell of a boner.

"Sit up." You responded meek, sitting up with your head bowed.

"...I just wanted you to say you wouldn't do it again. Got it?" Nodding gratefully, tears began to pool at your eyes, "You hurt my feelings. Don't do what you did again. Don't.. stress the small stuff."

Of course that's not what he wanted. But hell if he wasn't in a better mood yet. Hell, he doesn't know if he's ever felt this way. You were, in full spirit and understanding, completely for him like a dog. You shook with his every word. He could reward, or punish you. Your dynamic was so fucked up.

"I'll have the next week off. Let's go see the new cat cafe in town." "Yes! Yes, of course, yes.."

You were sobbing.

He felt horrible. He felt like he was horrible. "Let's get married.."

[msked-svicide]

Everything's fine. Masky comfort fic 🎭

Comfort fan fiction 🧸

Fluff, No warnings unless you're uncomfortable with suicidal reader mentions. No smuts no gore, nopes.

Canon Masky, all platonic. tried mah best to imagine how he'd react,, (he's gonna be sorta quiet like how he was in marble hornets.)

Anyways HAVE A GREAT READING TIME !!!!

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It was night. You were crying in your room,, he had broken into your house/apartment, it was dark in your room which made it easier for him to hide while still keeping an eye on you. Suddenly he steps out of the dark, slowly approaching to not startle you or anything. You took a few seconds to finally look up rather than brushing off the feeling of being watched. You rubbed your teary eyes, then saw him. Your eyes widened slightly, moving a bit away, he gestured calmly he was not gonna hurt u or anything, you decided to trust it, honestly not even caring if he was gonna actually kill you anymore. He was a bit concerned how quickly you calmed down, but he shrugged it off. He grabbed a chair and sat down infront of you, tilting his head slightly sideways quizzically. You were a bit confused, wondering if he was curious about what you were crying about, or something else. ''What's up.'' he spoke, his voice calm, slightly raspy. You stared at him for a bit, confused, but then spoke up again. Explaining to him about your sadness. He looked at you, nodding every once in a while to let you know he was listening.

After a slight bit of you explaining, he sighed, feeling bad for you. He got closer, patting your back. He wasn't the most affectionate of people, nor talkative, but he could try. He signalled for you to continue, occasionally petting your head. You started crying again. Until you were done. He then got up, moving the chair away, and motioned his arms open, gesturing with his hands to hug him, while tilting his head, as in to question, 'do you need a hug'. You nodded and got up, hugging him as you rested your head on his chest, he hugged back, slightly swaying sideways while petting your back affectionately, like a 'dad hug' i guess.

''..It's okay.'' he says, trying to sound sweeter in his tone. You appreciated his effort. He cleared his throat, deciding to speak more. ''Your feelings are all, valid, okay? And.. I'm sorry you're going through that, sunshine. You don't deserve it, really..'' he says. You're a bit surprised at how much words he managed to get out, ''Do you.. mean that?'' you ask. He sighs, not in an annoyed way, but more in a .. 'Sighh this silly goose' type way. ''Of course i mean it, dumb.'' he says, trying to not be too harsh with his words, still hugging you affectionately. You smiled. ''…Thank you.. I appreciate that!'' you reply. He smiles lovingly under his mask. Giving you a few pats on your back. ''No worries.'' he replies, kindly, though his voice still being that same raspy one.

After a bit you two stop hugging. ''…You gonna be okay by yourself tonight?'' he asks, in a caring tone. You think for a bit. ''I think so..'' you say, not really believing your own words. He could hear you were unsure, and sighed. ''Would you rather, me stayin' here for the night? Or you want me t'leave?.'' he asks, crossing his arms. ''..Stay.'' you decide, before speaking up again. ''please? if it's.. not gonna bother you..''. He scoffs a bit under his mask. ''If it'd bother me,'' he says, reaching at your head to pat it. ''I wouldn't have offered it, huh?'' he says, in a friendly-fun manner. You nod, giggling a bit. He inhales deeply, taking his hand from your head. ''Alright then, staying it is, starshine.'' he says, smiling under his mask.

[wandering-winchesters]

First Moments: Kiss

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Summary: The first time Dean Winchester kisses you Word count: 861 A/N: I am debating on making this a series, covering different "Firsts" with Dean.. Any interest in that? Let me know!

The first time Dean Winchester kisses you, it happens in the least romantic place imaginable—an old gas station parking lot on the outskirts of nowhere. The sun is setting, casting an amber glow over the cracked asphalt and the Impala parked nearby, her paint gleaming like polished obsidian. The faint smell of gasoline mingles with the crisp scent of impending rain, a storm brewing in the distance.

It wasn’t planned. Nothing about Dean ever feels planned, really. He’s a mess of contradictions—cocky and self-assured one minute, guarded and vulnerable the next. You’ve been riding shotgun with him for weeks now, chasing down leads, salt-and-burning restless spirits, and fighting things most people wouldn’t dare to believe existed. Somewhere along the way, you became more than just hunting partners. You don’t know what to call it yet, but there’s a connection between you, an unspoken pull that you’ve both been too stubborn—or scared—to acknowledge.

Until now.

It starts with an argument. Of course it does. Dean has this way of pushing your buttons, and tonight he’s doing it with the precision of a master.

“You can’t just run in there without a plan!” you snap, your arms crossed over your chest.

“And what was your plan, huh?” he shoots back, his voice rising. “To stand around and wait until the ghost decides to play nice? That’s not how this works.”

“It’s called strategy, Dean. Maybe you should try it sometime instead of going full kamikaze every damn hunt!”

He scoffs, dragging a hand down his face in frustration. “You know what your problem is? You think too much. Sometimes you just gotta act.”

“And you think too little!” you retort, your eyes narrowing. “One of these days, your impulsiveness is going to get you killed.”

The words hang in the air, sharper than you intended, and for a moment, Dean just stares at you. His jaw tightens, and there’s a flicker of something in his eyes—hurt, maybe, or regret—but it’s gone before you can be sure.

“Fine,” he says, his voice quieter now. “If you’ve got it all figured out, why the hell do you even need me?”

It’s not the first time you’ve fought, but there’s something different about this one. The air between you feels charged, like the storm rolling in above. You don’t answer right away, and Dean takes a step closer, his boots crunching against the gravel.

“Why, huh?” he presses, his tone softer but no less intense. “Why do you keep sticking around if I’m such a screw-up?”

Your heart pounds against your ribs, a wild, erratic rhythm that matches the storm clouds overhead. You open your mouth to respond, but the words catch in your throat. Because it’s not that simple. Because you don’t stick around in spite of his flaws—you stick around because of them. Because Dean Winchester, for all his faults, is the kind of person who will throw himself in harm’s way without a second thought to save someone else. Because he’s loyal to a fault, fiercely protective, and has a smile that could light up the darkest corners of the world, even when he doesn’t believe it himself.

“Dean…” you start, but his name barely makes it past your lips before he moves.

It’s not hesitant or tentative—it’s sudden, like he’s been holding himself back for too long and finally snapped. His hands cup your face, rough and calloused but somehow gentle, and then his lips are on yours.

The kiss is everything you didn’t know you needed. It’s not perfect—Dean’s lips are a little chapped, and the angle is slightly awkward at first—but it’s real. There’s an urgency to it, a raw, unfiltered emotion that leaves you breathless. His hands are warm against your skin, grounding you even as the world seems to tilt on its axis.

You don’t know who moves first, but suddenly your hands are fisting in his jacket, pulling him closer as if the space between you is unbearable. He responds in kind, deepening the kiss with a low, almost involuntary sound that sends a shiver down your spine. It’s like the dam you’ve both been holding back has finally burst, and there’s no going back now.

When you finally break apart, you’re both breathing hard, your foreheads pressed together. The storm is closer now, the first drops of rain starting to fall, but neither of you seems to notice.

“Wow,” you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dean chuckles, a low, self-deprecating sound. “Yeah, uh… sorry about that. I probably should’ve—”

“Don’t,” you interrupt, your fingers still gripping his jacket. “Don’t apologize.”

His eyes meet yours, and for once, there’s no wall, no mask, no bravado. Just Dean.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a while,” he admits, his voice soft and almost vulnerable.

You smile, your heart swelling in your chest. “Took you long enough.”

He laughs, the sound warm and genuine, and the tension between you finally seems to ease. The rain starts to pick up, but neither of you moves. For once, the hunt can wait. For once, the only thing that matters is this moment—messy, imperfect, and absolutely perfect all at once.

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[gyumazing]

How dare you feed my delusions like that

classmate au | yang jungwon

❝ i’ve retired from the student council lmao ❞

heeseung | jay | jake | sunghoon | sunoo | JUNGWON | ni-ki

yang jungwon

where do i even begin

in the first year of highschool, he used to be THE class president

resident teacher’s pet, sits in the front, yada yada… typical good student stereotype

BUT NOW??? 😭😭😭😭

he just goes to school to be silly

don’t get me wrong like he is smart n still receives good grades

but he isn’t the 100% school jungwon from 7th grade

MOVING ON

how do you befriend yang jungwon

he’s actually a friend of a friend!

apparently, rei had met him when she was in the student council for like a year

so naturally, you eat lunch together at the canteen

he always has those cool lunchboxes and just rly GOOD food for lunch that he doesn’t share

you didn’t know what to expect from the boy when you first started eating lunch together

maybe timid??? shy??? bossy?? you don’t know bc he’s in a different section

you certainly don’t expect him to know about every single possible GOSSIP in the school

he says it in such a funny way too like

yang jungwon storytelling skills 10/10

and he laughs so hard like he will draw attention to your table bc he’s laughing so hard

but it’s valid bc the things he says sometimes are so unhinged that even YOU can’t help the loud cackles

tho you don’t rly become close friends until sports fest season

you hang around each other ++ additional friends BUT they’re always in some contest so you’re left with jungwon most of the time

“do you want to leave and go to the mall??,” you’d ask more as a joke

but he agrees

YANG JUNGWON agrees to skip sports fest to go to the mall with you im in tears

that’s how you find yourselves in a small karaoke room at the mall

he drags you to the arcade too

the original bet was loser pays for the winner’s lunch

but then u lost every game and u looked so cute pouting that jungwon suddenly changes the rules

“FINE… winner pays for the loser’s lunch”

he pretends to be so upset about it too so that you can grab his arm and shake it around to try and get his attention

he gives in obv

then he takes u to lunch at one of like ur fav places and ure like omg ??? u think it’s telepathy that he knows

BUT NO he listens to your stories during lunch time and you’ve mentioned eating here and loving it before

he even has your order down but he tries not to be too obvious about it ☹️☹️

yang jungwon listens to you even tho you’re seated a few people away from him

womp womp it rains when u decide to go back to school

you two end up running in the rain together

WELL technically at first you tried to share his umbrella but then the both of you got too flustered

so when u started to stray away from his umbrella .. he CLOSES it

he takes your hand and goes running for the school so you can take shelter from the rain

the teachers and students look at u like 🤨🤨

anyways jungwon and (name) ABSENT from sports fest

the only thing you remember the event by is bc u joined picture taking before leaving the school grounds

it’s so natural hanging out with him

nothing ever feels forced bc he’s just so goofy and silly that you never feel crazy when talking to him

ever since then !!!!! he’d sit closer to you during lunch time

then he’d start waiting for you outside your classroom just to tell you something ??

will find every excuse to talk to you

and if the teacher needs something from your room? bye he’s VOLUNTEERING just to see you for a few seconds

ofc the teachers just think typical Jungwon behavior

but no … this is typical Jungwon with a Crush behavior

ALSO picture this

his classes end earlier than yours

he will literally pass by your classroom a million times and peek through the open door to make like brief eye contact with you

sometimes .. u don’t notice him and he just admires the way you look on forward to the teacher

also pretends his class ended late so when ur class dismisses he’ll be like “oh let’s talk to the cafeteria together!”

he’s not slick abt it

WHAT DID THAT MALL TRIP DO TO HIM

why is he suddenly so down bad and willing to do everything to hear you laugh

(he starts sharing his food with you btw i know… very shocking for him who ltrly Never shares)

he finally confesses after a school event that ran longer than it should’ve

so he sprints at you and tells you he needs to tell you something bc he is going crazy

CONFESSES !!!!!!!!!

ofc who are you to reject him.

be careful when you start dating bc i firmly believe he LOVES kissing 😹

like he is obsessed and will just be kissing you all the time i’m sorry i’m pushing this agenda

tho ofc in hidden areas!!!!!!!

he doesn’t want his beloved teachers catching him who still has an image of being a teacher’s pet

soooooo like……

“come here, let me kiss you”

you even receive TEXTS as if you’re some sort of sneaky link (you’re not)

“please meet me under the stairs beside the student council office and prepare your lips 😘😘😘😘”

under the stairs, the side of the basketball court, an empty classroom … everywhere

BEHAVE yang jungwon

he’s so clingy and so smug too

has you as his lockscreen

it’s so funny bc someone would borrow his phone and your zoomed in face would just flash in his phone

talks about u to his friends all the time

“isn’t my girlfriend so pretty?,” with this smile 😊😊😊😁

lets you wear his school blazer

sometimes he even switches ur pe shirts

HE DOESNT TELL U

He just likes seeing the big fat “yang” printed on your back

STUDY DATES

he makes his kisses a reward sometimes like if you get this question right he’ll SMOOCH u

he’s honestly so good at being academic support like he knows exactly what to say bc 7th grade him was a different breed n be was so eager to please and always felt so pressured

jungwon a Veteran u guys

helps you in the subjects you’re not so good in

tbh teaches better than your teachers sometimes

like he’d stay behind in class and it’s only the two of you in the classroom and he’ll start WRITING on the whiteboard

just starts lecturing to help you for an upcoming exam

ANYWAYS

honestly just good luck to you and your poor lips

oh also your poor stomach bc he will always make you laugh

note. credits to user @.luvknow for the layout of this post! let me know what you think! please discuss these with me i’m crazy

[i-am-a-person-i-promise]

[melodramaticcoffeeaddict]

Chapters: 44/? Fandom: One Piece Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con Relationships: Nefertari Vivi & Roronoa Zoro, Mugiwara Kaizoku | Strawhat Pirates & Roronoa Zoro, Kuina & Roronoa Zoro Characters: Roronoa Zoro, Monkey D. Luffy, Nefertari Vivi, Nami (One Piece), Usopp (One Piece), Vinsmoke Sanji, Tony Tony Chopper, Nico Robin, Franky (One Piece), Brook (One Piece), Strawhat Pirates, Kuina (One Piece), Trafalgar D. Water Law, Heart Pirates Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Found Family, chosen family, Hurt/Comfort, Action/Adventure, Canon-Typical Violence, Nakamaship, Friendship/Love, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rape, depicted ONLY in opening scene, Slavery, Human Trafficking, Roronoa Zoro Needs a Hug, Protective Mugiwara no Ichimi | Straw Hat Pirates, Roronoa Zoro hurts so pretty, Crew as Family, Zoro is from Alabasta, kind of, Roronoa Zoro is Bad At Feelings, Touch Aversion, Touch-Starved, No beta we die like ace, on fire but smiling, Platonic Cuddling, Additional Warnings In Author's Note Summary:

"Don't be stupid." Zoro rolled his eyes, setting his katana down. "I'd never leave you." "But, I want you to." Vivi sat down beside him, blue eyes shining with tears. "You want so much more than this. I know you do. I saw it in your eyes when we were on Merry. You were meant to be an adventurer, Zoro. You were meant to be free." 

or

After a twisted turn of events, Zoro starts out as Vivi's swordsman and ends up as Luffy's.