#being taken care of

[skelletonscloset]

Black and Blue kisses

before you begin reading i want to preface ive never played COD i wrote this for a friend but changed their oc’s name into y/n and used gender neutral terms. please be aware there are swear words (though mostly in a different language). i attached a little word bank on the bottom for those who care!! (those were also quickly looked up so please don’t come after me if they are wrong 😭 but without further ado, plewse enjoy, Black and Blue Kisses.

(art is not mine)

Heavy footsteps pounded on the tile floors of the bunker, the soldier muttering curses in a language that the others couldnt understand. “Verdammt, where are they?” Konig mumbled, his hand under his chin in thought.

“Konig relax, they’ll be here in no time, they’re probably just running a bit behind,” Ghost said from his place at the table. In a nervous frenzy the beast of the man walked over to one of the windows and ripped back the curtains, peering into the dark night. “Verdammter Scheiß! “ 

When his green eyes didnt seem to pick up on his missing partner he cursed under his breath again, storming away from the window to resume pacing. 

Ghost and Soap looked at eachother, sharing concerned glances about their friend. Konig was never this uptight about anything, yet he was clearly distraught about this situation. 

The heavy door of the bunker swung open, revealing a pretty beat up and bloodied y/n

“y/n!” His thick accent didnt hide the evident concern in his hard voice. The big door slammed shut and startled the smaller girl. 

The other two decided it would be best to leave the room and give them some space. Konig rushed over to them and knelt down on one knee to their height. His eyes scanned their  figure, looking for any injuries. y/n  had cuts and bruises all over their arms and legs, bruised and bloody knuckles. “y/n..” 

His big hands took in their small ones, examining the black and blue bones of their knuckles. “Scheiße…” Despite his fear and frustration he gently took them by the arms and walked them to the table. WIthout sparing even a few words he picked them up from under the arms and sat them on top of the table. 

His hands made quick work of taking off their tactical belt and vest, gently removing the helmet and setting it aside. “Stay.” he said, walking off into one of the bathrooms. 

y/n could hear him aggressively rummaging through the cabinets, knocking things over and cursing loudly. Within the minute he returned carrying a medium sized box. With surprising anger he put the box on the table and flicked it open. “Show me your hands, and while you're at it, tell me what the hell happened.” 

y/n slowly showed him her hands, their lips quivering as they spoke softly. “I just got… held up. The mission was harder than I thought it was going to be and I thought I could handle it and be back at a reasonable time…” they inhaled a deep breath, “When i thought i had handled all the enemies, a few more showed up and-” 

“Blödsinn. y/n you KNOW youre supposed to radio for back up when that kind of shit happens!” Konig’s voice was raised while he applied the antiseptic patches to their bloody knuckles, noting how they hissed in a deep breath. 

“I know Konig i-” y/n  sputtered, warm, salty tears welled up in their deep e/c eyes, it wasnt long before they overflowed, waterfalling down their cheeks. “I-i didnt mean to… to make you worried.. Are you-are you mad at me?” y/n’s  words were slurred by the tears, occasionally wincing as he cleaned up the other wounds. 

Konig stopped what he was doing, the pleading of their voice, the way it shook as they cried. y/n was… apologizing for… worrying him? they were apologizing to him? He checked himself and took a deep inhale through his nose. His tone was much gentler now, still its usual raspiness, but warm and sincere. “y/n  its… no, no i'm not mad at you mein liebling…” his large hand cupped their cheek and wiped away the streaming tears with his thumb. “I just.. Got worried… you were gone for a long time, i was so worried…” His voice cracked. 

Their glossy eyes looked up at him with a gentle expression. Despite their crying, red nose and puffy eyes, Konig still thought they looked beautiful. The glossy eyes staring up at him looked as though all the stars were poured into those captivating eyes. A small smile crept onto his lips, though it wasnt like they  could tell. “Oh engelchen…” he whispered. “Im so glad youre alive and okay…” 

He cleaned up the rest of the wounds on their arms and wrapped them up with gauze and antibacterial cream, tying it up with bandages. “There, youre all cleaned up now..” 

He hesitated for a moment before slowly pulling y/nagainst him into a hug. “Oh please y/n… you… please let me know when this kind of thing happens. If something had happened to you i wouldve gone in guns blazing just to kill the fotze that hurt you.” His voice was stern but still sincere. 

y/n  sniffed, wiping their nose. “Thank you.. Konig… I mean it.” 

There was a brief pause. Konig lifted up the cover on his face. He kneeled over and kissed each wound that he bandaged, careful not to injure or hurt them further. He took their hands into his once again and kissed on each of their knuckles, taking it slow and gentle, making it a point to have them feel the warmth of his lips through the bandages. When he finished he leaned in, brushing their hair away from her forehead with one hand and then leaned in, pressing a warm kiss to their forehead. “For hell’s sake.. Never do that again..” he whispered, his cheeks tinted pink and a soft smile on his lips. 

Verdammt - goddammit 

Verdammter Scheiß - bloody hell 

Scheiße - shit

Blödsinn - bullshit

mein liebling - my darling

Engelchen - angel 

 Fotze - c*nt/motherfucker

I hope you enjoyed your read!! i apologize if there was a term that forgot to be changed when altering this oneshot for tumblr!

[gloryseized]

maid2n asked:

❛ just relax and let me take care of you. ❜ ( for link )

Meme Tag -- @maid2n

Link scowls down at the blankets over his knees, even if his fever is making the world swim oddly around him. He's not sure how long he's been confined to his bed, but it feels like it's been too long, the restless energy dancing around his feet, encouraging him to get up and move. Some of that could be the fever talking, and certainly the last time he tried to leave his bed, the room swung frantically around him, so that he almost fell back into bed a moment later.

But suddenly something cool is pressed against his forehead, bringing him back to the present day and Zelda's worried eyes overhead. And the cool washcloth does feel nice. Tapping his fingertips to his chin, he swings his hand forward. << Thank you. >>

[fantastic-nonsense]

[malinaa]

if i think about the hunger games in peeta's perspective i WILL start sobbing

[captainkirkk]

I want to see characters being taken care of in an explicit and worshipful way. Home-cooked meals. Hair brushed and braided by gentle hands. Little gifts just because.

I want to read about characters who are not used to kindness being bombarded by acts of service. This trope works romantically and platonically. Give me found family and acts of service - all the ways a character is wrapped up in wordless, explicit care after years of cruelty and having no idea how to handle. I need it.

[potassiumprincess]

i think marinette is worse at resting when she's sick but adrien is worse at sitting things out if he's injured. i have no explanation, these are just the vibes

[angel-rem]

affectionate caring texts but puppy-coded..

have you stayed hydrated today? has puppy been drinking?

did you brush your teeth? remember to clean my favorite biters <3

have you been sleeping well? been getting good rest, puppy?

did you do those chores? have you been cleaning up after yourself, pup?

did you do the things i told you? have you been good for me?

[benzatthanin]

WANDEE GOODDAY | Ep 3

[ddagent]

You could miracle it away. Hmm. Yes, but...well, I would always know the stain was there. Underneath, I mean. Oh, thank you.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

izana with a reader who simply insists on pampering him, filling him with love and simply taking care of him

Izana x Affectionate!Loving!Reader

♡ SFW, gender neutral reader, fluff, kisses, hugs, cuddles, reader is just the best fr ♡

note: I need to give this man hugs and kisses right now fr 😭 thanks for requesting anon 🩷

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🎴 Freezes up every time you hug him, he's not used to feeling someone's arms around him

🎴 Gets flustered when you kiss him, his whole face just turns red lol

🎴 Whenever you offer to do something for him, he declines, but you do it anyway and his voice sounds so small and vulnerable when he says thank you

🎴 Loves when you let him lay on your chest, it makes him feel loved and comforted

🎴 He gets frustrated easily and cries when he's mad, so he really appreciates when you let him cry on your shoulder

🎴 Introduces you to his found family friends and almost cries tears of joy when you get along with them

🎴 Gets nervous on dates even though he knows you aren't judging him and he can be himself

🎴 Plays songs on the guitar for you and apologizes profusely when he messes up

"S-sorry..I messed the whole song up didn't I?"

"Zana it's fine, keep playing, it sounded good."

🎴 Eventually gets comfortable hugging and cuddling you and gets super clingy

🎴 Whines whenever you have to get up and leave or stop cuddling him for any reason

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[cupophrogs]

The Three D's

(Click for better quality)

I have a horrible habit of dropping any series-comics I try to make, so I thought it'd do a little story-ish ask event!!

So far, we've got the three D's: Dogday, Daddy Long Legs, and Drew.

Basic info and closeups!

Drew, he/him, 18 yrs: the horror-loving nephew of an old Playtime Co. employee. Squawks like a strangled bird when surprised.

Daddy Long Legs, aka: "Pops:" If you could find a loving father from the 20s who wasn't a misogynist. Misses his wife, but doesn't blame Drew for her death.

Dogday, aka: "Deedee" or "Dogs:" The last, overly traumatised Smiling Critter who really needs a hug. Drew found him some spare legs in a closet somewhere.

Without dirt and grime:

[mirusx]

there's nothing I love more about lcf than the fact that almost all of the main characters are survivors and how it seriously engraves into you, again and again, the importance of being alive FIRST. It's so refreshing to see an mc who prioritizes safety more than anything else, who won't push past the limits.. like serious limits of everyone just for the sake of winning(now if cale can also do this and walk his talk, it would be perfect.. but that wouldn't make him the cale that we all know and love). it provides you with this mentality that retreating doesn't mean immediate failure, and that there will always be another chance to try again. that one closed door doesn't imply a dead end but a chance to open an alternative path. it's such a simple message and yet we humans tend to forget it when we're facing adversities, a lot of times we're convinced we're forced to make self-destructive decisions... cale would prob have plans A to Z but there would never be a single one among them that has the possibility of him losing anyone even himself. so yes!! being alive is the best!!

[a2zillustration]

Bro I love her too but I need you to focus

Bonus, this was the most true to character dialogue option I've had in the entire game:

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[wyrmwright]

a day with the seraphim + ex-warlords

[loversofthegrave]

obsessively thinking about sam

how sam harbours the same codependency as Dean but I feel it plays out differently for them both, maybe not always credited as frequently as it should be

Like when sam gets drunk, I think that's a prime example of his layers, needy, desperate, scared. He needs his big brother, he needs his big brother to tell him that everything's going to be OK. No matter sam's age he regresses to that little kid brother he always was in times of hardship, needs the reassurance of his big brother that he will be safe, that dean's going to take care of him.

He didn't know his mother, not really, he was taught to miss her. His father was absent. It was dean who held him to sleep, band aid his scrapped knees, walked him to school, picked him up, put his marked school work on the motel fridge, his big brother, that was sam's entire peripheral vision. dean was sam's mom and dad rolled into one, the one who raised him.

As much as some viewers perceive dean being the obsessive/possessive one about sam (he is too) but so is sam about dean. If sam wasn't the forefront thought of dean's mind he would lose his shit, as unhealthy as their codependency is to every therapist ever, that's how sam defines himself, dean's little brother 'only he gets to call me sammy' dean's smug face, that's dean's sammy, no one elses, couldn't ever be<3

[adobe-outdesign]

bought this card online and the note that came with it made me unreasonably emotional