#emtional hurt/comfort

[wangxianficrecs]

Inherited Prohibition by adrian_kres

Inherited Prohibition

by adrian_kres (@bichen-suibian)

M, 6k, Wangxian

Summary: Wei Ying wakes up alone in bed after he sleeps with Lan Zhan for the first time. It goes about as well as you'd expect. Kay's comments: In which Wei Wuxian is hit with some rejection sensitive dysphoria after he and Lan Wangji spent a night together only for Lan Wangji to disappear in the morning. I'm so weak for this story, because ADHD Wei Wuxian lives rent-free in my head and I wish we had more stories where RSD plays a role, especially considering young Wangxian's misunderstandings. Also featuring good siblings Jiang Yanli and Jiang Cheng, who look out for Wei Wuxian and take care of him. Excerpt: Wei Ying sits up, tangled in the sheets, hair in disarray, and blinking at the sunlight. The happy feeling dwindles as he stares at his empty bed and the marks on his wrist from a now-gone Lan headband. Had it been a vivid, drunken hallucination? No. His clothes are still scattered on the floor and his outer robe is still torn at one sleeve. There are empty bottles of Emperor’s Smile on the ground and the low table is turned on its end from where they’d lost their balance… He stares at the mess and the mess stares back, pushing at his stomach until it sinks so low it carves out a hollow, dragging the warmth from his body until he pulls his knees to his chest in a futile attempt to preserve it. His happiness disappears like smoke, leaving behind a charred, dirty shell. Lan Zhan promised to be here when Wei Ying woke, said he couldn’t live without him anymore. So why is he not here? He’d expected Lan Zhan would be out of bed but not out of the room. There must be an explanation. Wei Ying had woken up earlier than normal. Perhaps Lan Zhan had gone to the jingshi for clean clothes, or something? After an hour goes by with Wei Ying staring at the door that never opens, it becomes clear Lan Zhan is not going to return. Betrayal feels secondary, mostly Wei Ying feels confused and sad.

pov wei wuxian, canon divergence, getting together, wei wuxian has adhd, rejection sensitive dysphoria, angst with a happy ending, emtional hurt/comfort, drunk lan wangji, alcohol, friends to lovers, miscommunication, no sunshot campaign, good sibling jiang cheng, good sibling jiang yanli, lan wangji/wei wuxian get a happy ending

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[mimisempai]

All the things we almost didn't say

Summary

A few months after the raiders attacked, Bill and Frank got on with their lives almost as before. Almost... because sometimes memories resurface without warning and Frank experiences this when he least expects it.

Notes

It takes place a few months after the raiders attacked. I wanted to explore what Frank might have been feeling.

On AO3

Rating T - 1630 words

"I'll check the fence and make the usual evening rounds."

Bill planted a light kiss on Frank's lips and Frank watched as he walked, armed with his rifle in addition to the pistol strapped to his thigh, as he had been every night since the raiders had attacked. Frank tried to ignore the feeling of fear that had haunted him since that night. Bill had made it through, and six months later, the only trace of that night was a scar on his hip. It wasn't pretty, but it didn't matter compared to what could have really happened.

Frank followed Bill with his eyes until he was out of sight, then went back into the house.

They barely talked about it, Frank avoiding any conversation because he wanted to forget the terror he had felt while treating Bill. He especially wanted to forget the moment when Bill had fainted and Frank had thought for a split second that he had lost him.

As he walked through the house, his eyes fell on the table in the dining room, and without him having expected it, all the memories came flooding back to him.

"Okay, okay. We got this."

Frank repeated these words, trying to speak with a confidence he was far from feeling.

Bill groaned. "Hold your hand there for me, okay?" Frank said, taking his hand and placing it on the wound.

As Bill pressed his hand against the wound, Frank ran to get a bottle of alcohol and Bill called out to him, gasping, "Frank!"

He came back with the bottle and said quietly, "I'm right here."

Bill continued to talk to him, "Frank, leave the gas on!"

Frank put the bottle down and began to remove the clothing around the wound, saying in a reassuring voice, "I'm right here. I'm right here."

Bill continued, "The fence, the fence'll kill the rest of 'em."

"Okay, yep."

Frank pulled up Bill's shirt as Bill continued, "I made a list for you."

Uncorking the bottle, hoping to divert Bill's attention from the coming pain, he asked, "Uh-huh. Tell me about the list."

He poured some alcohol on his hands and Bill went on, "I have copies of all, of all the keys."

"Good."

Frank rubbed the alcohol on his hands.

"Call... Joel."

"Uh-huh."

"You can't be here alone."

"Well, I'm not alone."

Frank, refusing to think about the possibility of him staying here alone, added, "You're here."

But Bill, stubborn as ever, shook his head, "No."

Frank began to pour alcohol on the wound and Bill kept repeating, "Call Joel. Call Joel. Call Joel."

Frank stopped paying attention and began to clean the wound, repeating himself, "It's okay, it's okay..." when suddenly Bill's grip on his other hand loosened.

"Bill?"

No answer.

Panicked, Frank looked up and seeing that his eyes were closed and he didn't seem to be breathing, yelled, "Bill!

Frank snapped out of his thoughts, his eyes still fixed on the table in the dining room. The memory was vivid in his mind, as if it had just happened. He looked down at his hands, as if he could still see the blood, smell the alcohol, hear Bill's panting, then the silence.

But most of all, all he could see was blood.

He walked slowly to the bathroom.

He only realized where he was when his bare feet hit the cold tile floor. He reached over the sink and when he looked down at his hands, all he could see was blood. He held his hands under water, but nothing helped.

Even though he tried to be rational and tell himself it wasn't real, the memories of that night were the strongest.

It seemed to him that his hands were still red with Bill's blood.

Red from the life that was leaking from the body of the one he loved. It reminded him of that split second when he thought Bill was dying.

He shook his head to drive the memories away. He clutched the sink with all his strength to keep from collapsing. He forced himself to calm his racing breath, but nothing helped. All he could think about was that he needed to get rid of all that blood.  He quickly stripped off his clothes, opened the shower door, turned on the tap and stepped in, not even waiting for the water to warm up.

Standing under the running water, he raised his face to the cleansing spray, but it wasn't enough. He grabbed the washcloth and scrubbed where he felt blood had splashed, scrubbing again and again until his skin was red. And in his desperate attempt to erase the evidence of what had happened, he didn't immediately notice the tears that began to flow. It wasn't until the sobs began to choke him that he collapsed to his knees, doing everything he could to contain the memory of his fear. He knew that if he let go, he would not be able to stop or he would lose the semblance of control he was holding onto. 

He took a deep breath and finally realized that he had really come close to losing Bill forever. That he had really come this close to losing the most important person in his life without telling him all the things that he was really feeling.

It wasn't his whole life that flashed before his eyes when Bill fainted. What flashed before his eyes were all the moments when he had been truly happy with Bill. All the fragments of happiness. Quiet evenings when he read while Bill sang at the piano. Days of hard work to keep building this special life. Nights of incredible sex, or nights of just sleeping in each other's arms. Simple moments, but so precious.

He had almost lost everything. Even worse, he had never told the man with whom he shared these moments how precious they were. 

Lost in this spiral of thoughts and the intense emotions they stirred, trying at all costs to keep the wave from overwhelming him, he didn't hear the door of the house open and close, he didn't hear the steps of the stairs creak, he didn't realize that he was no longer alone. He didn't hear his name whispered by the voice he knew so well.

It wasn't until two hands rested gently on his shoulders that he realized the shower had stopped running. He opened his eyes and looked up, immediately meeting the familiar soft gaze. Even through the tears, he could see the worried gleam in the eyes of the one who occupied all his thoughts.

"Frank..."

Just like that, Frank stopped struggling at the sound of the soft, deep voice filled with concern. He allowed himself to lean against Bill's chest, not caring if his wet body soaked the still fully clothed Bill. Bill didn't care either as he knelt before him, his arms wrapping around his shoulders as he pressed against him.

Bill... you're alive?" Frank managed through a sob. "You're safe and sound, aren't you? You're alive..."

Bill said softly against Frank's hair before pressing a lingering kiss in it, "Yes, it's all right. I'm here. I'm here."  

Then he held Frank, whispering words of comfort, telling him over and over that he was there, that everything was okay, until his sobs subsided and his breathing returned to normal.

When Frank was able to speak again, he murmured into his lover's neck, "I'm sorry..."

Bill pulled back a little and, lifting Frank's chin to look him in the eye, said quietly, "Don't be sorry, you have nothing to be sorry for. Anyone who had been through what you and I had been through that night would have reacted the same way. I just wish we had talked about this before. I never really thought about how you might have felt. 

Bill leaned forward and pressed his lips to his lover's. It was a light, gentle kiss. Like breathing out after remembering what had happened. 

When they parted, Frank rested his forehead against Bill's and whispered, "I thought..." he inhaled deeply, "I thought you were going to die." Saying the words aloud made what had happened even more real, he swallowed and continued, "I thought you were going to die without me being able to tell you how much I loved this life with you. How much everything we shared meant to me."

He studied Bill's face, feeling incredibly vulnerable, physically and emotionally naked. It didn't take long for the answer to come as Bill's lips pressed against his once more. He whimpered as he felt a gentle hand work its way from his neck to the back of his head, fingers running through his hair before taking a firm grip and pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. When Bill broke the kiss, they were both breathing heavily, forehead to forehead, lips to lips, eyes to eyes. 

Frank whispered against Bill's lips, over and over, "I love you.... I love you..." until Bill took his face in his hands and in turn said in a firm, strong voice, "I know. I love you too." 

They both knew. They knew how they felt about each other. But they were both in need of an affirmation of their love at that moment.

A short time later, the two of them were lying on the couch, intertwined, talking about that night. Or rather, Frank talked a lot and Bill listened. 

When all was said, for that night anyway, Frank pressed his lips to Bill's in another affirming kiss. 

A kiss that no longer tasted of tears or fear.

A kiss that said they were safe.

A kiss that said they were alive.

A kiss that said nothing but the joy of loving and being loved.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Bill and Frank masterlist : here

[samjesswinchester]

NEW CHAPTER IS OUT BÉ-BÉs

Chapters: 24/? Fandom: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Jessica Moore/Sam Winchester, Dean Winchester & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Dean Winchester, Castiel & Jessica Moore, Castiel & Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore & Everyone, Sam Winchester & Everyone Characters: Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore, Dean Winchester, Castiel (Supernatural), Original Supernatural (TV) Character(s), Bobby Singer, Real Tyson Brady, Luis (Supernatural: Pilot) Additional Tags: Love at First Sight, Pre-Canon, Pre-Series Sam Winchester, Jessica Moore Lives, Hurt/Comfort, emotional af, Soulmates, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Character Death, Eventual Happy Ending, Complicated Relationships Series: Part 1 of What Never Was But Should Have Been Summary:

What if Sam Winchester's psychic abilities had developed to be just a *bit* stronger by November 2, 2005? What if he made it back to his Stanford apartment in time to save the love of his life, Jessica Moore? This is the story where their love survives that night...will it be able to endure?

[rainba]

what if darling cries during sex or aftercare, and once they calm down a bit, maybe apologise for getting too emtional (totally not projecting) and say that they feel so lucky to have their yan/they can't believe that they're here with their yan right now huehehehe i love soft emotional hurt/comfort

kind of on the same note (but not really) what are some awkward moments during with the yans? something about that feels really endearing and makes them more human, y'know?

tank yew for the yummy content :] don't forget to drink water n love yourself a lil you deserve it ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

on that note i should probably drink some water myself...

Awww… I feel like both of the yans would feel a little bad, but they’d try their best to comfort their darling. ╰(*´︶`*)╯

For Kairos, he'd definitely wrap his arms around you without hesitating and pull you into a loving embrace. He’d press your face into his chest while resting his chin on the top of your head, shushing you and telling you it’ll all be okay– and that he’s so lucky to have you, too. (o´∀`o)

Kairos absolutely loves being able to comfort you– it makes him feel all warm inside, and he can’t help but feel as if he has a sense of purpose as he calms you down and showers you in his love.

To be honest, Kairos would probably end up crying right along with you... Then afterwards, he’d ask if you wanna take a bubble bath with him, or if you wanna just lay down and take a nap/go to sleep...

He’d also try and make you laugh afterwards– but his humor consists of either really dry puns or jokes that require you to be chronically online to understand them. So... I hope you find those things funny too! ┐(シ)┌

If you don't, he'll try to "get a better sense of humor" for you...!

As for Luka– while he does like seeing his darling cry, that's only when he has total control over the situation and knows that he's not genuinely hurting you. During the times he gets too aggressive during sex, he always feels regretful afterwards and tries to make it up to you.

So, if you start crying when he's trying to be genuine with you, it’d probably be a little awkward for him. ^^;;

Since he doesn’t understand strong emotions very well, he’d be kind of confused as to why you’re crying. Like… Did he hurt you? Did he say something that triggered this?

Luka would stop everything he’s doing and sit beside you as he wipes your tears away with the back of his hands, asking you to tell him what’s wrong. If you say that you just feel so lucky to have him, he honestly will be left speechless.

You're crying… Because you feel lucky? Lucky to have him? Aren't you only supposed to cry when you're upset or in pain?

Crying tears of joy isn't just a myth?

Truthfully, he’d space out for a bit and be lost in his own thoughts, fully trying to process what you said to him. After he spends a few minutes just staying by your side and wiping your tears, he’ll lean in and softly kiss your lips, asking you if there’s anything that you need from him. It can be anything at all– just tell him, and he’ll get it for you. It doesn’t matter how big or small. ( ´ ▽ ` )

If his darling cries after sex often, Luka will slowly get better and better at comforting you– he makes it his ultimate goal to learn how to best care for you and tend to all your needs.

Oh, and...

"...I'm lucky to have you, too. I love you."

(Also, thank U for the concern!! I try my best to take care of myself :3c I hope you and everyone else who reads this also does the same!! Go…… Drink water and love yourself…… (´｡• ᵕ •｡`))

[lavendermage]

It’s not hard to be nice to you.

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Hello! I would like to request smth if your taking requests :)

That one thing you did, ‘A safe space’ or smth with the Diluc and Kaeya? Could you do smth similar except Reader is more… emtionally abused? 

thanks :)

have a nice day :DDD

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Characters: Child Diluc and Kaeya, Crepus

Genre: Hurt comfort, gender neutral child reader, not canon compliant.

TW: Child abuse, emotional abuse, breaking glass, food shaming (just learned that’s a phrase)

A/n: I finally filled my first request! (I actually copy pasted the request here to save it. I heard of stuff disappearing, and I wanted to make sure I had it.) And yes, requests are open and details are in my bio. I’m sorry for how long it took, my organizational system sucks. Tws are pretty specific, but I think they’re common triggers? Idk. Mildly concerned that my most popular fic is about abuse. I hope you’re all taking care of yourselves.

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You, Diluc and Kaeya were perched on the bridge to Mondstadt proper, throwing bread to the birds. They crowded around under the bridge, swimming around to catch the food. The wind was cooling as the sun set. It would be time to go home soon. 

"I need to go back." You sighed. “You know how they get.”

"Your guardian isn't very nice to you." Kaeya said abruptly. 

You froze. "It's not a big deal." 

"It is." Kaeya insisted.

"They're just tired." You tried to explain.

“So are you, and you’re not like that.” Kaeya pointed out.

"We could have a sleepover! Then you don't have to be with them and they get a break." Diluc suggested.

"It's too much trouble. I don't want to bother you." You sighed.

"You won't. Our father is very nice." Diluc said.

"He is." Kaeya agreed, nodding.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes!" Diluc said.

You brightened. "OK! I'll ask my guardian." You discussed the details quickly before running back home. It was getting dark and you didn't want to get in trouble.

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Your guardian's vice-like grip crushed your shoulder. It was possessive and made your skin crawl. They spoke in that fake-friendly voice they used in public. "Are you sure you want to deal with them?"

"It's no issue. From what I've seen they are a wonderful kid." Crepus said, a friendly smile on his face. "They're only staying the night, and the staff is used to kids."

"Not my kid. Can't do anything without messing up." They laughed. 

You felt your face flush. Not in front of him!, you wanted to scream. Mr. Ragnvindr was cool, you wanted to be like him when you grew up. You didn't want him to think you were useless. You kept your mouth shut though, even as tears stung your eyes.

Mr. Ragnvindr noticed your discomfort. "My own sons can be a handful too sometimes. They're still learning."

"Alright, but if they burn the house down don't say I didn't warn you." They laughed again, a cruelness undercutting it. It was harsh on your ears and it took everything to not flinch.

“We have a pyro vision in the house. It wouldn’t be the first time something caught fire.” He joked and he looked at you as he said it, trying to reassure you.

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"Dinner’s spaghetti!" Diluc eagerly pulled you into the house. "The cooks make the best tomato sauce!"

The delicious smell greeted you as you walked in the door. Your mouth watered just thinking about how good it must taste. 

Kaeya had sat already, waving excitedly for you to sit next to him.

Crepus appeared holding three wine glasses in one hand and a bottle of grape juice in the other. "Welcome! Take a seat." He gestured to the seat next to Kaeya.

You did and Diluc sat on your other side. 

“Can I pour the juice?” He asked. 

“Of course.” Crepus handed him the bottle. 

You watched as Diluc uncorked it and poured it carefully into each cup, twisting the bottle after each pour. His brows furrowed in concentration as he did it. As soon as he finished he set down the bottle and looked for his father’s assessment.

“That’s my boy!” He smiled proudly. “You’ve learned so much. You’ll be a bartender in no time.”

You should be happy, but jealousy tugged at your heart. Why wasn’t your guardian like that?”

“Let’s eat!”

You dug in. The food was so warm and the pasta had the perfect bite to it. “Al dente’ or whatever Diluc had called it. You didn’t know how to describe food the way he did, but it was delicious. You scarfed down the whole plate in seconds. You froze, fork in hand. He was going to yell at you. You had eaten too fast, too greedily, and he was going to yell at you. Pig. 

But he didn’t. All he did was ask if you wanted seconds.

“Am I… allowed to?” You asked nervously, waiting for the rant about how greedy you were.

“Of course. Eat as much as you want. You need to eat so your body can grow. The boys eat enough for five men, it’s incredible.” He laughed. 

Adeline brought another bowl and whisked the empty one away. 

You ate slower this time and your eyes kept darting up to monitor Crepus’s face. He caught you once and just looked back sadly. 

“Are you enjoying your meal?” Diluc asked, a serious expression on his face. He was practicing his host etiquette.

You panicked slightly, your mouth was too full to talk. You swallowed quickly and nodded. “It’s really good.”

“Tell Adeline, it makes her really happy when Diluc and I like her food.” Kaeya added.

You nodded again. “I will.”

Dinner ended soon after. You made sure to thank Adeline when she came by again.

“It’s no problem. I’m glad you enjoyed your dinner.” She smiled sweetly. “Diluc, Kaeya, please collect the plates.”

“Can I help too?”

“Of course. Just stack the cups and put them at the head of the table.”

“Ok!” You did as you were told and collected all the cups. As you walked to the head of the table to put them down, you tripped. You caught yourself but the cups fell out of your hands and shattered on the wood floor. It was silent. Not for long, you thought, readying yourself. You fell to your knees and reached to pick up the shards of glass, trying to reduce the punishment.

“Y/n, stop!” Crepus’s loud voice broke the silence.

You did, fear freezing the blood in your veins. Tears pooled in your eyes and then slipped down your cheek. Apologies spilled from your lips. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I promise I didn’t mean too, please don’t be angry, I won’t do it again.” Your words were interrupted by your own sobs and sorries. 

Crepus carefully walked up to you and crouched at your level. “I’m not angry. I don’t want you to touch the glass because you’ll cut yourself.” “It was an accident, I swear, I’ll pay you back-”

“I know it is. You don’t have to pay anything.”

Kaeya’s cold hand rested on your shoulder and Diluc stood a little to the side.

“You know what, I’ll show you how little of a problem this is. We’ll clean it up together. Kaeya, Diluc, get the broom and dustpan from the pantry.”

“I can-”

“You don’t know where it is.” Diluc pointed out.

“My sons can handle this task, no need to worry. I’m just glad you caught yourself.”

You stared at him blankly, confused.

“It would have been worse if you got hurt instead of the glasses.”

“It… would?” 

A pained expression crossed his face. “Of course.”

“I’m sorry I made you sad.”

“I’m an adult, it’s not your job to worry about me.” He rested his hand on your head and started petting your hair when you didn’t flinch.

“We’re back!” Diluc held a broom in his hand while Kaeya held the dust pan.

“Thank you.” Crepus turned his attention back to you. “I’ll hold the dustpan and you’ll sweep the glass into it, ok?”

You nodded and Diluc passed you the broom. Your hands shook as you swept but you finished up quickly. “That’s all?”

“Yes, see? It’s not a big deal. Now who wants ice cream?”

Both boys raised their hands.

“And you?”

“Aren’t I being punished?”

“Of course not. What flavor do you want?”

“Cho-chocolate?”

“You got it!” Adeline appeared out of seemingly nowhere and took everyone’s orders.

Three little bowls of ice cream came out, each with beautiful little spoons. Chocolate, raspberry, strawberry. You ate yours, still sniffling from your tears earlier. 

“Do you want to taste some of mine?” Kaeya lifted a spoon of raspberry.

“If it’s alright…”

He plopped a spoonful into your bowl.

“Mine’s a little soupy, but you can still try.” Diluc poured a little of his ice cream soup next to Kaeya’s raspberry. His pyro had melted it.

You sniffed and rubbed at your eyes.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you sad.” Diluc panicked. “Is it because the ice creams mixed?”

“You’re so nice.” You sobbed.

Crepus put a hand on your shoulder. “It’s not hard to be nice to you, and even if it was, it would be worth it.”

[pinkjacketorangetie]

So how do you think the Lupin gang and zengata would deal with having a s/o where they are not easily weakened or easy to cry, very tough, can deal with the hectic lifestyle, was born into it, even they have their breaking point though, they break down right after something fucked up happened to them? (They’ve dealt with fucked up shit before, but this really hit a wound of theirs). They’re crying loudly like their heart got ripped out and they can’t see the world around them. If they’re hugged at all, s/o clings onto the person hugging them until they stop wailing? How do lup gang and zeni deal with during the crying, and after the crying, there is calm after the crying, but s/o is not cheered up either?

head canons -- you are inconsolable

this is such good stuff!! comfort headcanons under the cut. thank you for requesting these! my box is always open

lupin:

he is immediately affected by your emtions and shares in your distress

the situation was high stress for everybody, but he was suprised at your reaction

he always assumed you could handle anything because that is what you showed to people. he was wrong, obviously

he pulled you away from the chaos and led you into a back room. he could tell you were tripping over your feet so he scooped you up and threw you over his shoulder for the rest of the way

when it was safe, he held you tight against his body, trying to protect you from hurting yourself as you seemingly lost control of your body

he didn’t want you to hit your head on a wall or break your arm if you fell or something

he felt your legs weaken and wobble, so he gently sat down with you, putting your body between his legs as he continued to hold your torso against him.

he kept his hand on the back of your head on the descent down, keeping your face buried into his neck. your tears began to stain his shirt and his jacket but he didn’t care

the only thing he was worried about was you

he laid his hand on your cheek and tilted your face up to look at him once you calmed down. you were still quivering but he could tell that the episode was passing.

he leaned down and kissed your cheeks multiple times, pressing his lips against the tracks the dried tears made on your skin.

“we’ll talk later.” he said simply, looking back at how the dim lighitng made her face glow.

you looked up at him and nodded, now becoming consious of her much your fingers ached after gripping his shirt. you let go and he laid his hand over yours, messaging it gently.

jigen:

you didn’t want him to see you like this. you knew he wouldn’t know what to do with you. you knew he’d get frustrated quickly.

but when two in the morning rolled around and your world was falling down around you, you had no other choice.

you wrapped yourself up in a blanket you had brought and left your motel room, walking outside down the railing to his room. you raised your first up and hesitantly knocked.

jigen opened almost immediately. he looked just as distraught as you did, his eyes full of worry for you. “you giving up the touch bitch act?” he said lightly, opening his arms to you.

that was when you lost it. you crossed the threshold and fell into his waiting arms. he held you instantly, holding you as tight and as sure as he could, reaching to shut the door with his foot.

he lifted you up, keeping you wrapped in your blanket, and carried you over to his bed.

he sat down, the combined weight of him and you on his lap sank into the mattress.

he pulled the edge of the blanket over you head like a hood and snuggled you close, nudging his nose against her cheek as he whispered in your ear.

“i was so worried about you, angel.”

“i knew you would need someone tonight and i’m happy you picked me.”

“please, please let me take care of you. you don’t have to do this alone anymore. let me help you.”

after a while he laid down with you and tucked you in, stroking your hair. he smiled when you began to calm down, the worry lifted out of his heart.

“i’m not going to let that happen to you again, you hear me?

goemon:

“are you… are you alright, y/n?”

you had come to sit by goemon a day or two after it happened and you didn’t say a word. you had a distant look in your eyes and as you turned to him, it was obvious that you were looking at anything except him.

reluctantly, he opened his arms to you, assuming you wouldn’t take them, but your actions suprised him.

you threw yourself into his arms and cried. it was unlike anything he had ever seen before

he wrapped his arms around you, almost like he was a cucoon around you protecting you from the outside world

in this case, the outside world was pure nature, and it was harmless. but for a moment, he mourned not being able to adequately protect you from the outside world that hurt you

gently, he reclinced back with you in his arms, until his back was flush against the ground. he could only hear your cries and the sounds of the river in his ears. he looked up at the sky, which was turning to dusk. the sight of you falling apart broke him and he knew he could have prevented your pain.

after a while, you noticed you began to breathe in rhytm with him. you noticed how you would blink in syn with his hand rubbing your back. you noticed how his voice hummed gently in your ears as he recited mantras and chants to calm you down.

by no means did you feel better, but his steady presence was just enough to comfort you.

he noticed and once he felt brave enough to look down at you, he did, and took in the sight of your tear-soaked form clinging to his body. he nudged your chin gently.

“look up at the sky, y/n.”

you obeyed and took your eyes off of him and looked up at the sky.

“count the stars.”

you obeyed, and he watched as your lips mouth the numbers, but no sound came out of your mouth.

“look at how they shine for you, my love.”

fujiko:

when she returned and saw you in the state you were in, she frowned.

setting down her bags and taking off her shoes as she walked over to you, she sat next to you and wrapped her arms around you.

when you felt her body you crumpled into it, tears starting to take over your whole being.

she held onto you, leaning back so that you both could hopefully be a little more comfortable.

she knew not to speak. she knew how to hold you and where to put her hands and how to make you feel safe. she knew you probably would not feel better about this for a while, but she wanted to make your life easier as you dealt with it.

when she felt like you could handle it, she asked you if anything happened that was a trigger. she asked if anything she did was a trigger.

you answered her honestly and put to bed any worry that it was her fault.

fujiko frowned when she noticed how absolutely sick you looked. “my love, you’re green.”

you pouted for a moment and sniffled, looking into her eyes for the first time since she got home. you two had your own places, but an agreement where whenever you felt like this, you would go to hers and wait for her.

it didn’t happen very often, but when it did, she wanted you to know you could turn to her for anything you needed.

she guided your head to rest on her shoulder as you began to cry again,

she knew it was going to be a long night. as your emotions began to weigh on her, she’d cry with you. she’d be by your side every time you stepped forward or backslid.

zenigata:

it happens in the interrogation room after you got caught and taken in. you were hurt and betrayed that the gang would leave you with zenigata like that

of course zenigata capitalized on those emotions during questioning to get the most information he could

before he could really get anywhere, you broke down. you fell onto the floor and curled up as sobs racked your body

zenigata was alarmed and tried to pick you up off the tile. you were limp and he had to scoop you up in his big arms to place you onto a couch in a different office.

questioning was over and now his main focus was taking care of you.

he always had a soft spot for you, even though you were a criminal, and always secretly had hopes of reforming you.

he sat on the couch with your head in his lap and stroked your hair. he cooed softly, encouraging you to relax and calm down, and that you would be okay.

“shh, pretty baby, don’t worry. you’re with me now. i’ll protect you, nothing bad is going to happen”

his voice was smooth like silk and you finally gave into him, letting him coddle you as your body finally reacted to the months of emotions you were hiding.

when he thought you were calmed, he sat you up and stroked your tear stained cheek gently.

he guided you to lean your head on his shoulder, placing his other hand on your back.

in the silence, he leaned down and kissed your head tenderly.

“my dear one… what am i going to do with you?”

[gothmikasagf]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a romantic Hazbin Match up! I am using this in other blogs, hopefully that's not a faux pas.

I'm Olivia.

Pronouns: She/her and female Sexuality: Straight

Style: My style ranges depending on my mood but it consistantly falls into three categories of dresses (Usually knee length with a fit and flare waist), comfy (Sweaters and comforters), and sexy (Think corsets and bustiers.). I like wearing make-up and styling my hair into cute styles (Sadly I suck at braiding.) Shoes… honestly I think I like all shoes except crocks. I love Nail art too!

Hobbies/Interest: Drawing, singing, gaming, reading and shopping. I like trying out new things from activities and foods. Favorite subjects are history, mythology, and computer science, and I like building furniture when I have a guide.

Book genres: Romance, Fantasy, Historical, and Mystery

Personality: I'm called a social butterfly by everyone I know. I've also been told I have a tendency to adopt introverts into my circle and care for them. No joke, I've been invited to place because I'm willing to talk to strangers and not shy away from conversation. I've been told that I'm very entertaining to be around because I'm very bubbly and animated in my interations because I like making people happy.

Jokes on everyone because internally I'm very shy and a nervous wreck, I just know how to hide it well. I definitely can suffer from feeling inadequet and have imposter syndrome XD Honestly to quote my favorite character: I'm an insecure, neurotic control freak… on crack. I can also be materialistic and enjoy buying jewelry.

I'm very protective over my loved ones, think "Hurt them, I hurt you and no one will find the body." I tend to hover over loved ones if they are sick or sad and help take care of them.

I also can definitely be a bitch but usually the other person deserves my ire. I also will hold grudges if people backstab me. They can say they are sorry but I will not trust them again nor will I let them near my circle of people. I can also been

Oooooh I love spicy foods, baked goods, and love trying to make new dishes or eating them.

Love Languages: Physical Touch: I love to cuddle, hug and everything else under the sun. If I'm kissed on the forehead, I will swoon. Emotional: This is a must because if there's no emtional connection why is there a relationship to begin with. I want to be able to talk to my partner and them to me no matter the situation. Both the good and the bad. Gift giving: I don't care what kind of gift, for me it's the thought that counts that I was on his mind.

My type: I'm very specific in my type so I'mma choose two good and one bad: I want someone loving and caring, and not a jackass. Otherwise I will be the one punching them.

I match you with...

Lucifer Morningstar!

I feel like he would benefit from someone who's a bit of an extrovert and pushes him to get out of his house a bit more but that also understands how he feels

It would take him a while to get warmed up to you but when he does prepare for him to be constantly by your side and showering you with gifts.

Always notices your outfits and showers you in compliments. Please do the same for him.

He thinks you're so cute when you show your protective side. He's the most powerful in all of hell and will most likely be the one protecting you, but don't mind him melting into a puddle if you threaten someone Alastor who tried to cross him.

Hope you enjoyed it! Feedback is always appreciated!

[anulithots]

Random ask, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in any media, like anime/manga, tv series, books, etc (can be canon or non-canon)? Feel free if you want to write the reasons or not of why you love them....

P.s

I'm not the one who asked that fav charas but WOW your answer is great, thanks for sharing them.

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!

I typically like dynamics, romantic or otherwise (if they are canonical, it's just an extra for me, a nice extra but an extra nonetheless.)

BUT I do have my ships, very much so.

Here's a quick list:

Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

Megumi Fushiguro and Yuji Itadori (queer platonic/semi-romantic, I really just like their dynamic)

Maki and Nobara Kugisaki

Crowley and Aziraphale

@pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie

Jesper and Wylan

Kaz and Inej (really all the pairings in Six of Crows are great)

Bo Seon and Kang Dae (I hope I spelled their names right! I don't have easy access to webtoon anymore... sadness)

Daph and Tom (queer platonic) from the Interpretation of Shadows

And just a note! I typically ship with a 'queer platonic flavor' to everyone. This aspec person loves their fluff I guess. (I don't like/don't read smut)

#1 Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto

I've rambled about them... a lot.

Most of my essays are here

Gojo the analyst

SatoSugu and how they support each other

Ao No Sumika - "Will we meet again?"

Gojo and Geto being compliments in an ironic way

Edit with them is here

They are each other's compliments, they are soulmates, they are most comfortable around each other, and they feel like themselves when the other is around. Like... just perfection tbh.

#2 Itadori Yuji and Megumi Fushiguro

I ship them queer platonically/semi-romantically.

But first... THE SATOSUGU PARRALLELS THEY HAVE!!

Second..

Yuji validates Megumi's way of seeing things. Megumi says that he values personality most ('unshakable character') for people he likes, and he canonically likes Itadori's personality and his 'unshakable character'.

They also get to have a calmer version of satosugu moral squabbles. (With Megumi being the one to say that not everyone should be saved, and Itadori trying to save everyone.)

ALSO ITADoRI KNOWING THAT mEGUMI SAVED HIM BECAUSE MEGUMI THINKS THAT ITADORI iS A GOOD PERSON, ONLY FOR ITADORI TO BELIVE HIS ACTIONS (finger eating) HURT OTHERS. (and Megumi's adamant proclamations towards not saving someone who would hurt others in the future... but all the while Megumi is making sure not to tell Itadori because he doesn't want itadori to be sad.)

Also the way Itadori is always giving Fushiguro little compliments, and considers him a friend pretty much immediately.

Also the 'if you die, I'll kill you' 'I guess I can't die then'

Their dynamic is just perfection. PERFECTION I TELL YOU!

#3 Maki Zenin and Nobara Kugisaki

Maki and Nobara feel like they have similar underlying beliefs, values, and personalities. They would definitely hype each other up (especially when Nobara immediately fawns over Maki). Honestly I would love to see more Nobara content in general, and if JJK were a slice of life, it would've been so much fun to have an episode directly devoted to Nobara and Maki.

As it is, they both are self-determined and are selective with who they choose to care about. And as far as anger goes, Nobara seems like someone with a 'wild anger', whereas Maki's anger is more controlled.

Nobara also is sparing in her compliments, doesn't let unessecary emtions get in the way of a mission, is more focused on strategy than the rest of the Tokyo trio, and all she wants is to live her best life. No one's getting in the way of that.

Maki is also going to live her life to the fullest, but in a ~spiteful way~. She doesn't see herself as lesser and will leave relationships behind (see Mai) for the sake of living to her fullest potential.

Basically Maki and Nobara solidarity. They would understand and work well with each other.

#4 Crowley and Aziraphale

I got into a hyperfixation about them (just them, did not have acess to the show so I scoured the internet for clips of them). A lot of my ships have this common theme of 'comfort person'. And... yea.

It's been a bit since I've hyperfixated on them though! I fell out of it a little bit before JJK.

Crowley recognizes the flaws in the system and decided to live in his own human-esque way. This includes Aziraphale. Always.

Aziraphale follows the system and justifies all of his human indulgences with the fundamental goodness of the system. Most comfortable around Crowley.

They are constantly doing little things for each other. THeir own tragic breakup scene was because they wanted to do things for each other. (Aziraphale wanted Crowley to be an angel because he thinks he would be happier. Crowley knows that they would both be happy if they had each other.)

I'm probably missing some things, but yea! They gave me a lot of happy sparkles. (Aziraphale was so excited to hold Crowley's hand it was great)

#5 @pinetreevillain's Timothy and Donnie

(I want this image forever imprinted in my brain.. also hope this doesn't count as a repost... full credit forever to pinetreevillian!)

Again, while I still love rottmnt and it was (and is) my longest running hyperfixation ever... my brain is all JJK right now. So I might have forgotten some things!

For all the love that his brothers give him, none of them give their wholehearted trust to Donnie ("Fixing your fix" and all that jazz). None of them can understand exactly how his brain works - and it's lonely being the only one with a mind that works differently. (Plus it's maddening to not have at least ONE PERSOn that listens to your infodumps... speaking from experience).

The FIRST THING TImothy says to Donnie is "I trust you"

"I love it when you talk"

Someone who understands his science jargon! Somone who he can vent to that isn't his brothers! THE FONTS! FRIENDS! EVERYONE GETS A TRAGIC BREAKUP WHOOPDEDOO! (the bad ending death)

... is there a single ship on this list that isn't 'comfort person + tragic breakup?'

... nope?

.... I guess I have a type.

AND I WRITE THE SAME WAY actually -

THEY ARE LIKE THIS TOO WUT. 'comfort people + tragic breakup'

WELL! YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST! If you want Noorie to like your ship, they better be each other's comfort person and have a tragic breakup scene.

I'm going to skip over the SIx of Crows ships because it's been awhile + I want to talk about the others. BUT THE SIX OF CROWS SHIPS ARE REALLY GOOD

#Iforget - Kang Dae and Bo Seon.

They are so fluffffyyyyyyyy

And they're from the webtoon: to the stars and back. I don't have easy acess to webtoon anymore because of 'they're going to make you gay' (I'm literally lithromantic asexual... being gay isn't going to change anything... also being genderfluid makes everything gay. So there <3)

I HAVEN"T ANALYZED THEM BECAUSE MY BRAIN WAS TOO FOCUSED ON FLUFF (which rarely happens) IT"S SOO FLUFFY AND THEYARE PERFECT FOR EACH OTHER BECAUSE I PREFER ENJOYING EACH OTHER'S COMPANY TO PINNING AND PRE-CONFESSION NERVOUSNESS (unless you're @justrustandstardust and can make it really funny)

#something or other. Daph and Tom from the interpretation of Shadows.

CANNONICALLY QUEER PLATONIC WHOOODEWONDEROUSDOO!(comfort people comfort people comfort people... not sure if they have a tragic breakup tho)

Daph can't see Tom's shadow and it's a comfort because he isn't bombarded with truths all the time and I remember seeing the author talk about it more but I forgot..... and I still like them A LOT, but I;m also waiting for the comic to progress before I can analyze fully.

For now! We have Daph the silly with a great burden on his shoulders, and Tom who tries to be rational and likes hanging around Daph even thought the sillies can be aggravating (because of aggravating sillies?)

ANYWHO! SORRY FOR THE LATER REPLY! I HONESTLY HAVE A FEW SHIPS THAT I LIKE AND THE REST IS FOUND FAMILY-ESQUE DYNAMICs

and while we're here... Satosugu anyone?

Also Gojo core-

[killerandhealerqueen]

On topic of your WIPs, tell me about a recent yuezhi WIP you're excited to work on! 🙌🙌🙌

Alright, so! The title is called "The Demon and the Angel" (until I can find a better one) and it's a detective au where Jiang Yuelou is a demon detective and Chen Yuzhi is an angel detective, the only one in the entire police department. (I love me forbidden relationships. They're always fun)

Bai Jinbo, Keying, Zhan Junbai, Chu Ran, Liu Li, and Yu Tangchun are in here too. I don't know how much I'm going to feature them, probably a decent amount because Chu Ran is a CSU officer, so she's at every scene, Zhan Junbai is a demon detective, so he'll be around, Yu Tangchun is the ME so he'll be featured, and Bai Jinbo is the police commissioner (also a demon).  Liu Li is a human EMS officer who used to work with Chen Yuzhi back when he used to work at the hospital.

Everyone but Liu Li, Chen Yuzhi, and Keying are demons in this story. Victims are a mixed bag of human, angel, and demon. Just depends on what I'm feeling. Chapters have just been outlined, I haven't actually started writing yet. Anyways.

Most angels work in healthcare, cuz you know, they're healers and what not, but Chen Yuzhi's like nah, I wanna help victims and work cases until the case is solved, not just see the victim, help them once and then move on. The world that this fic is set in is where angels, demons, and humans all coincide and everyone's pretty chill but sometimes there's prejudice and discrimination, like in every good fic like this.

Jiang Yuelou is not happy about having an angel as a partner but they learn to get along (cuz of course they do) and they get to learn about each other in the different cases.

There's at least 5 that I have so far: domestic homicide (it's the first case Jiang Yuelou and Chen Yuzhi work together), angel death case (where Jiang Yuelou starts to care about Chen Yuzhi because the demon cops on scene are sneering that Chen Yuzhi could be "next"), stalker case (where Chen Yuzhi is the victim and Jiang Yuelou saves him from getting killed) (also where Chen Yuzhi shares his past/reason for why he wants to be a detective), hostage case (Keying's class gets held hostage, Chen Yuzhi shows the crime divison that he's no pushover), and opium/opioid overdose case (case where Chen Yuzhi is the one keeping an eye on Jiang Yuelou) (Jiang Yuelou shares his past, which he didn't do with the domestic homicide, but it's brought up here).

There's a final case and it's one full of big feelings. Lots of big feelings. Maybe some murder/torture, but it's warranted here. Can't spoil but whoo boy, does Jiang Yuelou lose his shit. That's all I will say about that.

There's gonna be a lot of domesticity and bickering and all good things. Also hurt/comfort, angst & hurt/comfort, emtional hurt/comfort, happy ending (of course), confessions, as much fluff and angst as I can fit into a story.

I'm so fucking excited to write this fic, you have no idea. Honestly, this idea just came to me today as I was working on another WIP and I wasn't going to touch it at first, but then my brain started playing out scenes and conversations and I'm like...well fuck. Guess we're writing it now.

But thank you for asking about this, I was dying to speak about it because I was so fucking excited.

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

The Way you Shake and Shiver

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TLw127Y by SianShanya Shaking Hands/Seizure/Silent Panic Attack Sometimes it's a big, obvious trigger. Sometimes it's just a flurry of little things that turn into an avalanche when you're not looking. Words: 1510, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 7 of Whumptober 2022 Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown, Alfred Pennyworth, Victor Fries Relationships: Jason Todd & Bruce Wayne, Stephanie Brown & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Whump, Whumptober 2022, Panic Attacks, Bruce is being a decent dad here, Steph is a good bro, Alfred would just like his family to stop Being Like This, Mild Claustrophobia, emtional hurt/comfort read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/TLw127Y

[ao3feed-destiel-02]

Hello

Hello https://ift.tt/Eto3UCY by orphan_account Dean and Cas are both dying. Words: 877, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Supernatural (TV 2005) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Categories: Gen, M/M Characters: Endverse Dean Winchester, Endverse Castiel (Supernatural) Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester Additional Tags: slight destiel, Episode: s05e04 The End (Supernatural), Emtional, Hurt, no comfort, Sad via AO3 works tagged 'Castiel/Dean Winchester' https://ift.tt/snwXymT May 07, 2023 at 09:25PM

[ao3feed-polizeiruf110]

One night of passion

Read here: One night of passion

by Schattenspiel (Spiel_in_Schatten)

Adam klopft an der "richtigen" Tür if you know what I mean.

Words: 6838, Chapters: 1/1, Language: Deutsch

Fandoms: Polizeiruf 110

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Vincent Ross, Adam Raczek

Relationships: Adam Raczek & Vincent Ross

Additional Tags: First Kiss, First Time, Mutual Pining, Spooning, Dom/sub Undertones, Biting, Anal Sex, Emotional Hurt, and not really comfort tbh, sex that fixes nothing, Adam/Sleep, not sure if this is a fix-it but its a change-it for Abgrund, emtions are confusing, Bite marks, Angst and Smut

from AO3 works tagged 'Polizeiruf 110'

[mimisempai]

I love you every ways you are

Summary:

Loki is injured in a mission in which Mobius did not know he was involved. When he finds Loki unconscious in the medical wing of the TVA, he is surprised to see him in his Jotun form... how will he react?Tumblr request : Mobius sees Loki in his Jotun form and comforts him.

This request was a godsend, I had been saying to myself for several times that I absolutely wanted to write a scene where Lobius sees Loki in his Jotun form, it's done and Mobius is as always, adorable.

I wish everyone to meet at least one person who loves us in all our forms.💕

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32731816

1308 words - Rating G

Mobius was finishing up signing off on some papers when HB popped into his office.

"Mobius! I need you to come to the medical ward, it's... it's Loki."

"What?! Loki?!" He stood up quickly and followed her, almost running.

"HB tell me! What's wrong?"

"We were on a mission and -"

"What mission?! Loki never told me he was going on the field today!"

HB looked sheepish and guilty.

"We really needed him and his... special talents. Loki agreed on the only condition that you were not told."

"What?!" Mobius felt like he was going from bad surprise to bad surprise. "But why?"

"Mobius, I can't tell you... you'll find out... when you see Loki, I can't tell you more. He wouldn't want me to."

"But how bad is it? How is he?"

"He has a concussion and is unconscious, but the prognosis is good."

"What do you mean by concussion?!"

They had arrived in front of the room where Loki was supposed to be, HB put her hand on Mobius' arm to try to calm him down, "I'll explain when we get to the room" seeing that Mobius didn't want to give up, she added, "Please Mobius..."

Mobius, clearly upset, nodded and they entered the room.

They approached the bed where he could see his lover lying down.

When he got closer, he couldn't hold back a gasp.

Loki was in his frost giant form.

Mobius came even closer.

He could now distinguish the blue skin. Loki's hands, resting on the white sheet, were bringing out that special shade of blue.

He had already seen Loki's appearance as a frost giant in the TVA files, but seeing him in the flesh had something unreal, almost magical.

Yet it was his Loki, the fine features of his face, his long fingers, his long black curls.

Mobius could not resist the impulse to touch him.

He delicately took Loki's hand in his own. At first he was surprised by the coldness of the skin, but nothing that he could not bear.

The only thing that distressed him was that the hand was inanimate in his.

The door to the room opened and Mobius gently let go of the hand to turn to the doctor who had just entered.

"Are you..." the visibly embarrassed doctor didn't seem to have how to address their relationship.

"I'm his partner, at work and in life." Mobius replied in a firm voice.

"Um... alright... uh... let me first reassure you that your... companion is fine. He has not suffered any damage from his concussion and he should wake up any minute now. All that's left to do is wait. You can stay with him as long as you need to. Let the nurses know if anything changes."

Mobius nodded and thanked the doctor, who excused himself and left, leaving Mobius and HB with the still unconscious Loki.

Mobius pulled out a chair, placed it next to the bed and sat down. He took Loki's hand in his, stroking the back of his hand with his thumb and looking at Loki's face with a worried look.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder and gently squeezed it.

"Mobius, it will be alright, Loki is strong."

Mobius nodded then asked softly, "HB, what happened, and why didn't I know about this mission?"

"The Void Research Team reported to us that a frost giant was hiding, and they didn't want him to think of them as the enemy. Their goal being to save any variants that might have survived. Loki found out about this and offered to help, by taking his frost giant form, provided that you didn't know about it. We agreed because we had no better solution. Everything went well, Loki had managed to "tame" the ice giant, but one of the team members -who was already sanctioned I promise you-, made a sudden movement that scared the frost giant who in a defensive movement sent Loki flying, hence his concussion. Everything is back to normal now."

"Except for Loki..." muttered Mobius.

"I'm so sorry Mobius, I'm sure he'll wake up soon." replied HB, squeezing his shoulder again before continuing, "I have to get back to work, let me know if he wakes up."

Mobius simply nodded his head.

Once HB was out, he moved even closer and pushed a strand of Loki's hair back behind his ear and asked, his voice hoarse with emotion, "Sweetheart, why...why did you hide it from me?"

The hand in his quivered slightly.

"Loki?"

The hand moved slightly again.

"Yes, that's right sweetheart, wake up..."

He saw the eyelids flutter and slowly open on the scarlet pupils.

Then as consciousness slowly returned, he saw surprise and then panic come to dull the brilliance of Loki's beautiful eyes.

"Mo- Mobius... What are you doing here?"

Loki squirmed, trying to remove his hand from Mobius' and turning his head to the side.

"Loki...? What's wrong?"

Without turning his head and still trying to free his hand, Loki whispered, "I... didn't want... you to see me like this..."

"What?" Sweetheart please look at me, and answer me, why didn't you want me to see you like this?"

Loki shook his head and did not answer.

Mobius took the cold chin firmly, and turned Loki's face towards him. Loki clenched his eyes shut, refusing to meet Mobius' gaze.

Mobius said softly, "Loki, please open your eyes and answer me."

Loki whispered, his voice broken, still without opening his eyes, "I am a monster, how can you look at me and touch me, when I look like this?"

Mobius, not letting go of his grip, answered in the same gentle tone, "The same way I touch and look at you every day, sweetheart.

"How could y-"

"Open your eyes and see that I am not lying to you," Mobius continued gently.

Loki swallowed and slowly opened his eyes.

He gasped as he faced Mobius' gaze, for it was a gaze in which he read no rejection, no disgust, no dislike, just love and awe.

"I... I don't understand... I never... never... how..." Loki stammered, completely unable to believe anything he read in Mobius' eyes.

"Loki... even in this form you are you, how could I not love you? These fingers..." He gently kissed Loki's fingers one by one, " These are yours, this face and these eyes..." He delicately traced the features of Loki's face with his fingertips, "these are yours, and this heart..." he leaned over and placed a kiss in the middle of Loki's chest, "this is yours. Loki's heart. How could I not love it?"

"You... you mean it?"

Mobius took Loki's hand and placed two fingers on his own temple, then said softly, "Look for yourself in my head, if my words are not enough for you."

Loki shook his head and replied, "No, I believe you. As incredible as it is, I believe you."

The red pupils were filled with disbelief and something akin to wonder.

Moving his hand to Mobius' cheek, Loki whispered with a broken voice, "Every time I've done something, or said something that I think will drive you away from me, every time you prove me wrong and show me how worthy I am. You're the first one to do that for me. You're the first to break through my darkness."

Mobius placed a light kiss on his trembling lips and said as he pulled back, "It's about time someone did." He grasped Loki's hand again and said with a wink, " The only thing I miss now is Loki's smile."

Mobius was delighted to see probably one of the most beautiful smiles he had ever seen on Loki's lips.

A smile that said the happiness of being accepted.

A smile that said happiness to love and be loved.

A smile that said nothing but happiness.

_________

Whole series of oneshots here : X

As always, bear with me as it is not beta'd I hope you enjoyed it 🥰

[shadow-warren-whump]

Foolproof way to find your favorite trope: write a couple stories and find their common theme.

[indigopurple]

No more ao3 updates coming thru which means it's time to find more to get attached to

[lazyalani]

| Sano Manjiro × [GN!Reader]

| Human

| hurt/comfort, mikey needs therapy, but reader is there for him, and he's grateful, manga spoilers, rip emma :(

| Summary: Mikey seems to always feel the need to be strong, and you're there to remind him it's okay to be weak sometimes.

| Tokyo Revengers Masterlist

| Main Masterlist

"I see you'd taken a liking towards her." Grandpa Sano cleared Draken's words Draken bowed towards him. "I am sure she is resting well." He smiled at the young boy who is currently crying.

"Gu-" He sobbed.

You remained seated next to Mikey, you didn't hesitate to cry for your bestfriend who died because of a bitter ass jerk who got rejected and decided to wreck the Japan. Some toman members were present, such as Peh-yan, the twins, Mitsuya and Chifuyu. Even Inui is present.

Mikey couldn't do anything but rub your back and stare blanky at the floor, his face void of anything. His sister's death hit him too hard. The word 'kill' didn't really faze him, but not when it comes to his family. Anyone close to him is family. Seeing his sister lifeless forced him to shut down at this moment.

Realizing that nearly everyone broke down made you look at them. Even Mitsuya and Chifuyu are crying over their President's sister's death.

Toman's President was devastated.

Toman may not be that showy to each other but they do care for each other. Anyone close to them is Toman's family even that person isn't a member of the gang. Emma had still somewhat left a significant sense to them.

Later, everyone began leaving as they already have to go home.

Mikey and Grandpa already left to, you were the only one who stayed a little longer. You talked to Emma about the things you promised you'd do together and stared at her picture one last time before going to Mikey's room.

When he gave you permission to come in you opened the door and saw him lying on his bed staring directly at the ceiling, no emtion evident on his face.

But you knew that deep inside he was crying.

You sat down on his bed. "You don't have to hold it in you know."

"What do you mean?" He replied, still facing the ceiling.

You sighed. "Everyone is sad, Mikey. Everyone cried, even Draken. You don't have to be strong every single time. I know you feel burdened by the fact that you are the President and that you have to look strong and confident for the sake of Toman's reputation, but Mikey, please remember that you're also just human."

You felt him flinch as you knew you were right. He shuffled around and placed his head on your lap, burying his head on your stomach and wraping his arms around you. You ran your hands around his hair, something you often do when Mikey's upset.

"You can cry, you can break down, you can let loose. You don't have to stay calm and collected all the time. Everyone has their ups and downs. It's okay to be weak at times, it's okay to share the pain to me. I'm your girlfriend, Mikey, I'm your partners. My purpose is for you to share your pain to me so you don't have to endure it alone. I know you feel lonely at times but we're here for you. You are not alone Mikey, we are here. We are always here. You're not a robot, Mikey. You can also fell pain, you have feelings and emotions. You can cry, Mikey, it's alright, no one will see you here but me."

You felt him sob and soon felt your shirt get wet by Mikey's tears.

You smiled as you cried with him. The Invincible Mikey has finally broken down. Mikey finally let his emotions burst shared his pain to you.

"I, I know I'm not that affectionate when to everyone, even Emma. But I love her you know. Emma was keeping me up with Kenchin when I was so low. She was a good sister. And- and I couldn't even save her from that stupid fucktard. Was I a bad brother? Is this my punishment?" Mikey held you tighter as he continued to mourn.

"Ofcourse you weren't! You were a good brother, Mikey. Even if Emma's not physically here, I know that she's always looking at us, she's spiritually with us, she's always here. You even took her out on her birthday remember? Emma was so happy." You told him. "Emma always talked about how she was so happy that you were her brother. She said you were stubborn and bratty at times but you will always be special to her. You, her big brother, is the most important person in her life, even more than Draken." You giggled and felt Mikey chuckle.

"Kenchin's stupid and a coward. He couldn't even confess to her."

You slapped his head and raised your eyebrow. "You're one to talk, if it weren'y for Baji I wouldn't even know you liked me."

He pouted and buried his head to your tummy again but you pushed his head away.

"Hey! What was that for?!" He complained.

You glared at the now whining child who was stuck at a teen body. (Still small though)

"My shirt is already wet I need to change and I want a shower too!" You said as you stood up to get clothes from a spare drawer Mikey has for your clothes.

You had so many sleepovers here that your parents advised you to bring extra clothes and uniform at Mikey's house just in case.

"Just shower later! I want my cuddles!"

You deadpanned at him before walking towards his bathroom.

"Don't ignore me!"

When you finished showering you went out just to see him with his arms crossed and eyes glaring at you.

You felt one of eyes twitch. This childlish deliquent.

"I just realized you're short"

"You're barely even taller than me!"

"Bitch." He grumbled.

"Immature." You rolled your eyes.

"I'm not immature!"

"Sure, whatever makes you sleep at night, babe."

He sighed and lied down his bed as you climbed on top of him and placed your head in his chest, playing with the matching necklace you both got.

"[Name]?"

"Yeah?"

"Please stay with me forever."

"Sure."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh."

"Even when I'm old and not atrractive anymore?"

"Bold of you to assume you're attractive."

"Well my looks made you fall inlove with me, didn't it?"

"Oh."

"Even if I'm Immature?"

"Pfft..."

"[Name]! I'm serious!"

"Yes! Yes! I'll stay with you forever. Even if you're not attractive, old, immature, childlish and a hyper man-child."

"Now you're just insulting me. But I'm glad I ended up with you. I love you, I'll love you, forever."

"I love you too, I'll love you forever."