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[itstheghostofmypast]

🎶You Read My Mind🎶

Five x Autistic Wife

Powers: Chronokenesis + Psychokinesis

Disclaimer: I have no intention of offending anyone with this piece. I am aware that autism varies on a broad spectrum and types- however, this particular request is heavily based on the requestee's suggestions and personal habits. Please read the summary in which the request is mentioned, then proceed onwards. Thank you and I love you all

Requested by: @ffrankierrae

Request: Five x Autistic Wife where the Wife’s special interests include but are not specific to Rock Music (Specifically the Band Queen, David Bowie and Elton John), Marvel, Movies: Alice in Wonderland, Pirates of the Caribbean, Grown Ups 1 & 2. She had the best sarcastic timing and the most sarcastic mouth and remembers small details about people. The rest of the Umbrella Academy seem to quite like her.

He was exhausted, tired, done with everything, and plain right depressed. For eleven years he had roamed around aimlessly, trying to survive the apocalypse, trying to live through another day, trying to look for a way to go back home, and suddenly one day a strange lady came to him with an opportunity he could not refuse. A part of him believed that this was the best fate could give him, while his more sane side pushed him to use this opportunity fate had given him for his advantage, being in a place where time meant nothing, yet everything had given him an idea- a way to go back home and save his family.

Unfortunately, the exchange was not easy, and his concept of equivalent exchange may have made it seem like a goal that would have been easier to obtain, the day-in and day-out murders were soon taking a toll on him. At the age of twenty-five, he had killed more than his age, he had killed without mercy- no, he was told to kill without mercy, no mercy was to be shown to any man, woman, or child, for he was only 'fixing' the cogs of the machine that had rusted up the timeline. Or so he was told, which is why, on his 25th birthday, he sat at a bus stop in Berlin, trying to wipe the blood off his hands, alone with his thoughts. It had been an entire family, his file had not mentioned why they were being disposed of, why had the Commission felt the need to murder a family of seven off the plant- seven, just like his own family.  

If it wasn't for the rain muffling out the world and the echoing sounds of the screams that had erupted in a peaceful home, because of him, just an hour ago- he probably would have killed himself too. So, he sat there, on that cold metal seat, furiously rubbing his fingers with a damp, blood-stained handkerchief, how much more of this could he take? The cold night made his warm skin burn, he had blinked out of the house and into the rain, then to the bus stop, but the split seconds he had stood under the rain had completely drenched him. His wet clothes clung onto his body as if trying to squeeze him to death, an act of vengeance on the behalf of everyone he had murdered over the years. Tossing the rag aside he sighed, leaning back in his seat, staring up at the tin roof, the rain hammering against it. He was supposed to have a backup on his mission, yet, he ended up doing it alone. Honestly, he didn't need the backup or a partner, but he wouldn't mind blaming someone else for these heinous but necessary crimes. Deciding to blink back to the motel he stood up, only to spot something or someone running towards the bus stop, squinting through the curtain of the rain, he tried to make out the cloaked figure.

"What the -"

"Oh  my god!' She gasped, hopping onto the step and then the ramp, "Oh..My God, I hate this city." She whined, trying to catch her breath, the droplets slipping from the edge of her cloak and pooling around her feet. Standing up straight she pushed off the hood, blinking at him, taking in his form, from his blood-stained clothes to his slicked-back hair, to the way his tie hung loosely around his neck- they didn't tell her he was good-looking. 

The stranger, the woman, had been staring at him dead in the eye- great, he had two options, the first being to blink away and pretend no one saw him, potentially risking his future plans or getting rid of her right now-

"I work for the Commission, so killing me won't really be a smart idea."

"What-"

"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you-"

"Get the f*** out of my head."

"You aren't creeped out-"

Her thought broke off when he disappeared with a flash of blue. She would be lying if she were to say that did not excite her, hands trembling. She slowly did a one-eighty turn, trying to see where he had gone, only to stop when she could not spot him. A small pout found itself on her face, humming to herself as she unconsciously slightly swayed side to side, thinking of what to do next-

"Why were you late?"

"hmm?" perking up at his voice, she smiled, turning to find him at the other end of the already small platform. "Who? Me?" pointing at herself she looked around, "My iPod broke. I had to get it fixed-"

"What." He blinked right in front of her, causing her to squeak and take a step back, averting her gaze, "I said my-"

"I heard what you said." He hissed, wanting to strangle her- not literally, but maybe if she was a dude he may have punched her in the face.

"Well, i- it's important to me!' she mumbled, "I use it to distract myself, the music, it calms me down, the overstimulation is necessary for me to be able to control my powers and the stimulation has to be relevant to the mood, which means if the song is sad, that affects the rate at which I can control my powers and- HEY" she yelled, reaching out to grab him but he blinked away, to the seat once more, staring at the iPod. 

"That's nice and all, really, but tell me how listening to I'm Still Standing gets you in the mood to murder people, hmmm?" he asked, staring at the tiny device, noticing the crack at the edge of the screen, "Tell me something ...Y/N, is it?" he asked, still not looking up at her.

"What." she spat back, shaking with anger.

"Are you a liability?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked at her properly for once, why did the Commission send him a partner because he needed one, or because she needed one?

"Excuse me?" 

The rain suddenly stopped-  no, it froze in motion. Suddenly everything was all too still, he could feel nothing around them, yet, he could feel everything. Eyes meeting hers, his breath hitched, noticing how she was floating above the ground, staring right at him- waiting to kill.

"I am no one's liability- assume that once more and you'll be dead like your siblings." her voice boomed in his head, causing him to wince, stopping the urge to cover his ears. He wasn't an idiot, he knew that would do nothing. Alright, no, she wasn't a liability, they partnered her up with him to control him- shit, this thing- woman- was his collar and he was the commission's pet. 

"Your thoughts are exhausting and confusing." 

"Then get out of my head," he called out, trying to stand up, but his body refused to move, he could blink but decided not to- he wasn't going to take any chances.

"Alright, we've both asserted dominance and shown how strong we are, now let's stop this, shall we?" he thought, deciding to communicate with her through his thoughts.

"Apologise."

"What."

"Apologise for insulting Elton John."

"I...I wasn't insulting Elton John though-" suddenly the loud splashing of the water crashing against the ground took over, causing him to cover his ears, clenching his eyes shut at the booming sound.

"Oh, sorry about that, I thought you- I mean, you know, I kinda like his music and others too, I could show you my collection-" she walked over to him, offering her hand to help him stand up as if she wasn't almost on the verge of killing him mere seconds ago.

Glaring at her hand then at her, he ignored her gesture and stood up, blinking at her, slowly handing her the iPod back- "Here" stuffing his hands in his pocket he mumbled while walking away, "Just don't come in my way or something."

She watched him walk away, mumbling to himself- already considering him a friend. "Well then, don't be an a** then " she said catching up to him. He glanced down at her, yes, he was sulking, he almost had his a** handed to him. Exhaling loudly he continued to walk in the direction of their motel, noticing how it was still raining but above them, an invisible dome-like barrier was blocking it out their heads. Glancing at her to ask her about it, he realized how she was now wearing her headphones, the barely audible muffled music mixing with the pattering rain, as the two walked silently together. He was wary of the notion of her reading his thoughts again, which is why he chose to not think of anything too important on their way back, he'd need time to control- be able to ensure she didn't become an obstacle.

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"Why of all times must you think about how we met-" she yelled over the gunshots, sliding across the hall to hide behind a pillar, noticing how he had blinked behind the opposite pillar.

"WHAT DID I SAY ABOUT READING MY THOUGHTS?" snapping back he tossed something to her, praying to God it didn't get shot in the way. He could've blinked there, but that would've made it easier to target both of them- this way at least one of them would be alive.

Catching the iPod she plugged in her headphones, and placed them on her head, turning up the volume. Her voice rang in Five's head, "Grab the file and leave the building."

"Of course, I'm not dumb" he mentally snapped back before blinking away. Rolling her eyes in return she took a deep breath before slowly walking away from the pillar, 

She keeps her Moët et Chandon In her pretty cabinet "Let them eat cake, " she says Just like Marie Antoinette

The music boomed in her ears as she stood straight, staring directly at the men who were aiming at her, fingers itching to press the triggers. Exhaling through her mouth, she focused on the words of the song, rather than the threat pouring out from the general before her;

A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy At anytime an invitation You can't decline

With a wave of his hand, they fired, and a herd of bullets rampaged towards her as she stared at them, still and patiently. The air around them slowed down, everything around them included; much like the night, she had met Five. Once more, everything was frozen still, the bullets lined up in front of her, only a few inches away from piercing through her.

Caviar and cigarettes Well-versed in etiquette Extraordinarily nice

She stared at them, squinting at the serial numbers, then looked passed the small metal pills to the men in uniform, frozen in place- as if a movie on pause-

"For the love of God, hurry up!" his voice rang in her head- interrupting her song as she huffed.

She's a Killer Queen Gunpowder, gelatine Dynamite with a laser beam Guaranteed to blow your mind Anytime

With a snap of her fingers, several shots screamed across the building, followed by the wails of those who were now punctured through- all of them, dead. A river of blood flowed below her feet, as she was hovering above the ground, trying to find an exit.

"I'll tell you where the exit is if you change the song."

"Killer Queen is a great song."

"I never said it wasn't- but I did say STAY OUT MY HEAD!"

"Oh come on Five, I know you love to listen to the song I'm listening to when I'm on the job."

"And this is why no one at the commission likes you."

"Right back at you," she called out, slamming the door open, setting foot into the humid summer night. He stood there, leaning against the car door, arms crossed, file in hand, frowning at her in all his glory. Rolling his eyes he stood up straight, and opened the car door for her, "Get in." With a chirp, she zoomed past him and got in the car with a, 'thank you~'.

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There's no time for us There's no place for us What is this thing that builds our dreams, yet slips away from us

The two weren't the best of friends, but Five had come to realise, earlier on- around their second mission together- that she was not at all a liability. In fact, she was better at handling herself than him- unfortunately, the same couldn't have been said about her ability to keep hold of things- especially her iPod or her headphones. Around their third mission, she had landed on her butt and ended up smashing her headphones into bits, let's just say, everyone in the vicinity ended up exploding. Afterwhich, Five had to get her a new pair so she could calm down- that and because her new fixation on bees had creeped him out very much.

"Please, stop, I don't even like honey!"

"What? That's so rude, it takes approximately 550 bees 2-3 weeks to produce one pound or 454 grams of honey and around-"

" 2-3 days for a strong colony of bees to fill 10-frame honey super with honey during a strong nectar flow, yes, we've established that, thank you very much."

Who wants to live forever? Who wants to live forever Oh ooo oh There's no chance for us It's all decided for us This world has only one sweet moment set aside for us

He had adapted to the hyper-fixations, wasn't even a problem, but the only thing he wasn't able to adapt to was her snarky responses- some quick-witted rude ass-

"Five, do you want to pick the movie tonight?"

"Hmmm?' he glanced at her, no longer thinking about whatever the hell he was, hands still gripping the steering wheel. "What was that?"

"You seem to have been on edge all day, do you wanna pick a movie tonight?"

Ah, yes, movie night. Another trait Five had to give in to, or rather a habit, after every mission, the same night, she would watch a movie- often the same set of three or four movies. Last month it had been Alice in Wonderland, a month before that it was something else- it wasn't that she'd watch the same movie every night, sometimes, she'd watch it in parts, ensuring that the point she left the movie at acts as a cliffhanger. Or sometimes, she'd watch the same movie in different languages- yes, he realized how even though he had to spend thirteen years of his life and more to learn various languages, this punk had been learning languages through her favorite movies- Reginald would have died at this method.

Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever Ooh Who dares to love forever Oh oo woh, when love must die

"What if I say, no movie." he perked up, choosing not to look at her. What was she going to do- yes, he had been testing the waters for a while now. The problem was not with her, but with him. He had known her for almost four years, and in these four years, he had not thought of going back or working on going back, in fear of her reading his mind. Sure, by now he could tell when she was in his head, he couldn't initially, in fact, not a lot of people could- according to her, he was the first one to do so.

"What do you mean get out?" she asked, looking around their surroundings, they were in the car and he was still driving, so where did he want her to go? 

They had just come back from a mission, sure they were in a compromising position, it was either him or her and when she told him to blink out he did. She wasn't disappointed by that, they had hardly known each other for a year, but she was a wee bit sad. Dying because of a lack of energy to fuel her powers was a bit humiliating- the only Commission agent with the power to alter time, she was useless in her own time of need. With a deep breath, she closed her eyes, listening to the ticking of the bomb that lay beneath her chair- well their chairs. Five had already blinked out, she had told him to once she heard his thoughts, he had enough energy to only blink once, which is why she had urged him to leave,

"What-"

"Five, save yourself- I would rather it be me than you."

She had expected him to argue, but he just nodded before blinking away, leaving her alone in the arms of a death that she had welcomed herself. Or so she thought, for when she was busy counting down her seconds, she heard him, 

"I'll kill ya if ya read my thoughts again."

With that, he had blinked them out mere seconds before the place set up in flames. So yes, now that all was good, she was unsure of why he had suddenly asked her to get out.

"Not, the car. My head. Get out of my head."

"B-but I'm not-"

"BULLSHIT!" he slammed the brakes, causing her to jerk forward, the only thing saving her from flying out of the windshield was the seatbelt (wear them seatbelts, kids).  He turned to glare at her as if he was ready to kill her, "You think I can't sense you? Think I don't know you're looking through my thoughts like a f***ing archives closet?"

"Y-you can sense it?"

"Of course, I can! You're easy to sense! When you're here" he pressed his index finger beside his temple, "I feel like slamming my head in a wall because it just adds to the rampage of thoughts already swirling in my head- and I can hear you repeat to yourself, over and over again because you read the shit out loud- and MY GOD IF YOU EVER THINK OF THE SECRET LIFE OF ARABIA EVER AGAIN WHILE YOU'RE IN MY HEAD-"

"It's a good song though-"

"I AM AWARE BUT I DON'T NEED IT SPIRALING AROUND MY HEAD WHEN I'M TRYING TO SLEEP AT NIGHT."

"Understood." she cleared her throat, staring ahead, "Only during missions."

"Good."

She had stayed true to her word, but that didn't mean he trusted her with his life. More importantly, he was sure she could do it any other time he wasn't attentive enough to keep his guard up. That was another issue he had been meaning to resolve. For almost four years he had been extra alert around her, extra attentive, extra guarded, testing her limits. He wanted to prove to himself that there was more to her than genuinity. A while ago, something had dawned upon him, something so vile and distasteful that the thought of it almost made him puke, he had begun to enjoy her company. Hence, he wanted to know if it was even worth taking a tip in this river-

"Then I'd say okay."

"What?"

"I'd say okay, I'll watch one myself, Boomer."

"Okay, that's it, we're watching Le Corbeau"

"BUT THAT SO BORING - and it's in black and white, Five!"

"Hey, you shouldn't have offered it, if you couldn't handle it."

"Fine."

But touch my tears with your lips Touch my world with your fingertips And we can have forever And we can love forever Forever is our today

What Five did not expect was that night, she would end up sleeping on his shoulder, sure the movie was boring her to death- halfway through he thought that she'd get up and leave. But never in a million years had he thought they'd end up like this, because now as the credits rolled by on the screen, he sat there, back pressed against the couch, stiff as ever, her head resting against his shoulder. He could feel her body heat, the scent of the shampoo that was still present in her freshly washed hair was intoxicating. At first, he had thought of moving her, waking her up in the process, but for once he felt comforted by the presence of someone next to him. He realized how soft her features were, how peaceful she looked when she was asleep- possibly because she was too busy being herself when she was awake- if anyone could see her right now, they wouldn't be able to tell how she could kill a hundred men under a minute. 

Who wants to live forever Who wants to live forever

Chuckling to himself he brushed the hair off her face, before resting his cheek on the top of her head, staring at the credits, wondering if one day he'd be able to open up to her, without the fear of being pushed away. He knew this feeling wasn't on the surface level, no, he had realised how being able to stand her, had enabled him to accept her more and more each day. He could see past her hyper-fixations, the obsession with Elton John, and that smart mouth of hers- no, that's not all she was, she was a person that could see through him without reading his mind at this point. Someone who could notice the tiniest details about him, he didn't know what it was or how she did it, but she'd know. Like tonight, asking him to choose the movie, knowing there was a lot on his mind. How did she know that? He wasn't even thinking about his family tonight, no, he was thinking about how to save her- and he knows she read his thoughts, he knows she knew he could blink only once and she chose to save him, told him to leave her behind.

Forever is our today Who waits forever anyway?

Groaning, she reached up to the side of his face, resting a warm hand on his cheek, receiving the instant reaction of him jerking away- only for her to hold him still. 

"Stop thinking so much."

"Were you reading my mind-"

"No, you bounce your like just a wee bit when you're thinking in overdrive."

At that statement he gently gripped her wrist, pulling her hand off his face as he turned a bit to peer down at her, only for their eyes to meet. Staring at each other for a good minute, he could feel his body leaning into her, faces inches away, his body on auto as his mind completely blanked out, only to pause as he felt an invisible force hold him still.

shit.

"I-" he muttered only to stop when she pressed her finger on his lips, staring at him with a gentle expression. Her words rang in his head, "I don't want to start something if it's temporary." 

He frowned at her statement, "Y/N, everything is temporary."

"Then why start?" she asked out loud, sighing as she got up, pulling away and staring around the room, arms crossed over her chest, "It's best not to right..." mumbling she began to walk away, deciding to head to bed first.

"Wait-Who wants to live forever?" He ran after her, gripping her by the arm, making sure it's not too rough, "Please, I- I just need someone to trust...for once."

Sighing she looked up at him, placing her hand on his, "Do you know how depressing that song is-"

"But it's true...and I...Every time you play that damn song I can only think of us" he whispered, averting his gaze- tired. That's what he was, he had been chasing something all his life, at one point it was to learn how to time travel, then it was to survive, then it was to look for a way back home so yes if his lonely, tired, useless presence needed some form of love, Delores too would think he deserved it. 

"But...I'm-"

"Hasn't been an issue, we established you aren't a liability- I mean you practically almost killed me the next minute." He snapped, causing her to chuckle, "No dummy, I thought your tone-deaf hearing was busy insulting Elton John."

"Ah yes, she's powerful yet clueless-"

"Don't rub it in."

"Understood" with that he swirled her around, grabbing her face, holding her in place, and crashing his lips on hers, making sure to leave her mind blank for once- leaving her wanting more. Pulling away with a giant smirk slapped across his face he winked at her, earning a surpised expression from her, satisfying his ego. 

"Didn't expect that, did ya?"

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Starting on a new footing wasn't as easy as they thought it would be. Although they worked great as a team, both would become overprotective- a bit too much. Where she would try to create force fields around him to protect him, he'd end up blinking her out of places without asking her.

"Enough"

"Me? You're the one covering me with an invisible blanket."

"I will not argue with a thirty-year-old man."

"So mature of you-" he blinked away before the cupboard that she threw at him could hit him.

Nonetheless, for a while now, she had been listening to one song on repeat, before she'd get into a fight, during her fight, after the fight- she'd only stop when she'd feel his hand on hers, trying to get her attention.

Can anybody find me, somebody, to love?

He wouldn't pull her earpiece out, or tap her shoulder aggressively as people at the commission did. Speaking of the commission, many noticed how the two had developed a bond, but none dared to ask the depths of which this bond lay. Too afraid to piss off either one of them. 

Ooh, each morning I get up I die a little

Can barely stand on my feet

(Take a look at yourself) Take a look in the mirror and cry (and cry)

It was around the age of thirty-one that Five had asked the Handler to permit him to work at the commission office for a while, claiming that the recent stress of the battle was taking a toll on his performance. Though that was never why he asked that, no, recently, he had noticed that the love of his life had slipped into some form of turmoil.

Lord, what you're doing to me? (Yeah, yeah)

I have spent all my years in believing you

But I just can't get no relief, Lord

Somebody (somebody), ooh, somebody (somebody)

Can anybody find me somebody to love?

He wasn't sure what it was, but he knew something was wrong when he had walked into their shared motel room one night to find her staring at the broken music device. Approaching her like a cautious cat, he placed the take-out food on the coffee table and walked over to her. Sitting beside her on the floor as he placed a hand on her shoulder, "Hey..." He whispered, pushing away the stray hair covering her face, "What's wrong, darlin?" 

I work hard (he works hard) every day of my life I work 'til I ache my bones At the end (at the end of the day) I take home my hard earned pay (goes home) All on my own (goes home on his own)

Shaking her head she stood up, picking up the broken device and tossing it in the bin. Brows knitted in confusion, he felt something bubble up inside him, only for him to swallow back his pride and ask her again, "What's wrong-"

"I think I'm in love with you."

"What."

"I said-"

"I heard you." He blinked right in front of her, preventing her from walking away any further, "Then why are you upset at that-"

"Because I realized you said everything is temporary since you plan on leaving."

"How did you - did you read my mind-"

I get down (down) on my knees (knees) And I start to pray (praise the Lord) 'Til the tears run down from my eyes Lord, somebody (somebody), ooh, somebody (Please) can anybody find me somebody to love?

Scoffing she shoved past him, "We've been together for years now Five, YEARS. And you think I'd need to read your mind to know what the F*** is going on in that big head of yours!" she yelled at him, grabbing the nearest object and throwing it at him. Unfortunately, the book she threw at him missed its target when he blinked to the other end of the room, glaring at her, unsure of how to respond to the situation.

"Well!?" she called out, reaching for something else as he stood ready to blink again, "But you can't tell what I'm thinking of, can you?" At that very statement, he paused and chose to let what she said sink in, only to groan when the second book smacked him square in the face. The loud smack had him tripping as she gasped, running to him, grabbing his face to inspect the damage, frowning at the blood dripping down his nose, "Why didn't you move!?" she hissed, grabbing his hand and leading him to the washroom.

Got no feel, I got no rhythm I just keep losing my beat (you just keep losing and losing) I'm OK, I'm alright (he's alright, he's alright) I ain't gonna face no defeat (yeah, yeah)

"Do you really think...I don't love you?" he asked, pressing a bloody cloth against his nose, trying to ignore the pain. Sighing, she gently tipped his head back, taking the dirty cloth out of his hand, observing the damage, "I know you think it's temporary." Letting out a breath of relief when she noticed the blood had stopped gushing out, cautiously pressing a chaste peck on his forehead as some kind of apology. "I...didn't think it would hit you."

I just gotta get out of this prison cell One day (someday) I'm gonna be free, Lord

"I didn't think you assumed I didn't love you." he whispered, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer, burying his face in her shirt, mumbling, "But then again, when do we ever talk about our feelings?" She could hear his voice crack, even if it was muffled, even if it was the slightest crack, she knew he was no longer lying or hiding how he felt about her.

Find me, find me, find me somebody to love Anybody, anywhere (find me)

"Then why don't we?" she asked, running her fingers through his hair, massaging his head, "Why- can we take a break from the commission, would that cause you any problems? With going back and all-"

"I don't know." he sighed, peering up at her, "But I- I didn't want ti take you because it's...a suicide mission."

"I'd go to the ends of the earth for you, silly." she smiled down at him, "And pull you out when it gets too dangerous because remember, no one is more important than you-"

"Ya really have a way of ruining the moment, don't ya?"

"I suggest you start your plan by making us official-"

"I will...but I won't propose to you with a broken nose on the toilet."

"PROPOSE?"

Anybody, find me somebody to love, love, love, love, love (somebody to love) Find me, find me, find me love

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That was how the two spent their years to come, at least till they were well in their fifties, staring at the portal. They had spent several years working on a way back to the past, working out all the little kinks while keeping up with the commission's shit- honestly, he had to get her a new iPod after she broke the first one- when she broke his nose too. He didn't mind it, but she had become so possessive of the device that when a colleague once asked if they could see it, she had practically hissed at the poor soul.

"You ready?" 

"Ready for you to shave your hideous mustache? Yes."

"I said I'll only do that if it actually works."

With that the two had jumped into the portal and landed on the ground with a loud thud, well, he had landed on the ground and she had landed on top of him. Getting off him she stared at him, who was staring back at her-

"Shit"/ "You look like a spoiled brat."

Hence, when she was seated in the kitchen, facing the siblings, she was still staring at Five. She wouldn't like it, turning thirteen again meant she had little to no control over her powers, once more, the most she could do till the age of fifteen was read minds. She remembers doing that as a child to calm herself down, but she knew readings his mind now would be like running into a truck.

"Don't read their minds." He hissed, slapping the sandwich in front of her, glaring at her, "Not mine either, punk-"

"Please, go put on some shorts your size shorty-"

"Shorty I- you know what" he took a deep breath and turned to his siblings, "What's the date? The exact date?"

"The 24th." 

"Of what?" He hissed, turning to glare at his wife who snorted at the short answer.

"March," Vanya replied, looking at Allison who shrugged at the weird kids in front of them.

"Oh- I'm married to him by the way." She pointed at Five while staring at Allison, "And don't call him an a** again, even if it is in your head."

"Excuse me?" she gasped, extremely offended, looking at Five who raised an eyebrow at her and shrugged, "You heard the Mrs."

"It's been 17 years." number one, ignored what his brother had said, hoping he wouldn't argue back.

"It's been a lot longer than that."

"Where'd you go?"

"The future. It's shit, by the way." he paused before glancing at Y/N who was quietly eating, he had never thought that she'd make a cute teenager, "Most of it is."

"Thank you, I made a cute adult too."

"Shut up." he exhaled through his nose, glaring at her and then at Luther's new question.

"It's been a lot longer than that."

"Where'd you go?"

"The future. It's shit, by the way." he paused before glancing at Y/N who was quietly eating, while her other hand pressed the ice on her burning skin, "Most of it is."

"How long were you there?"

"Forty-five years. Give or take."

"So what are you saying? That you're 58?"

"No, our consciousness is 58." he sighed, irritated by how long this was taking, "apparently, our bodies are now 13 again.

"Wait, that doesn't make any sense" Diego snapped at the two, only for Y/N to chuckle, "It would if you were smarter."

"Amen to that." Five said before grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet, ignoring how Diego had gotten up to fight.

"Are we going to ignore how two children are married?" Klaus pitched in, earning a smile from the girl, "You look like someone who likes Elton John." She proclaimed.

"I very much do, Ma'am" Klaus chuckled, playing with the strings of his -Allison's- skirt.

"Good to know you aren't as tone deaf as your brother." she said watching Five walks out of the kitchen without her, being the busy bee he usually was. She knew he had waited more than half of his life to come to this very moment, to fix it, so of course, for once, she was to catch up with him, she didn't mind that though.

"ARE YA COMIN' OR WHAT?" he called out, the sound of his thumping footsteps echoing around the mansion, she'd have to catch up with him, but she knew he'd wait for her too.

"Wait-" Vanya looked at Y/N who stopped with an inquisitive look, "Yes?"

"Why- I mean, we just-"

"Oh, we're here because of this secret mission I don't think I'm supposed to tell you of."

"You sound delusional." Diego snorted, looking everywhere but at the kid.

"Your thoughts sound delusional- but then again so do Five's," she said as she walked out of the kitchen, "Must be a family trait. Lucky me."

The remaining siblings exchanged a look, knowing damn well that the presence of the two was not just a coincidence, in fact, it was probably something much more serious. Little did they know, they'd have to save the world from ending twice- and letting it end for the third time. Though one thing was clear, throughout the entire horrid turn of events, they learned one thing, Mrs.Hargreaves would die and kill for her snappy, grumpy, old, drunk mess of a husband"

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[zuhuan]

BSD men x S/O after an exhausting day •ू♡ (pt.1)

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Summary: The reader starts to get completely exhausted from the everyday trials and the following characters help s/o through it all.

Genre: fluffy comfort

COMISSIONS -> open

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Dazai Osamu:

You have a balanced relationship with your adorable boyfriend, Dazai. But there's still something wrong with you right now. During school time, a lot of bad thoughts go through your mind and you feel like you can't handle them all on your own. You don't dare ask for help because you don't want to bother Dazai, as you know how busy he is at the agency.

Your boyfriend saw that something was wrong with you, but he didn't dare to ask directly what was wrong. He always tried to cheer you up with his stupid jokes, but it only helped for those moment.

When you got home, you immediately ran to your shared bedroom with Dazai. This was unusual for your boyfriend because you usually give each other a big hug at the door and walk into your living room talking to each other. He knew something was wrong with you. You closed the door on yourself, and this scared your belove even more. You were so exhausted and upset, you ran your fingers through your hair and started to cry.

When Dazai heard this, his heart broke. A lot of thoughts ran through him. "Did someone hurt you?" "If that's true, are you injured?" or "Did he do something that hurt you?". But he quickly dismissed those thoughts and focused on you. Dazai somehow opened the door and slowly began to approach you. He wasn't sure if you wanted to talk to him, so he sat next to you on the edge of the bed. "Belladona, look at me. Sweetheart, can you take a few deep breaths for me?" Dazai gently tries to get your to look at him while also rubbing your head. "It will be fine, you're safe, alright? Nothing can hurt us. We're just gonna sit here for as long as you want and you can cry as much as you need to. You're safe with me honey...".

Dazai successfully calmed you down enough that you were able to tell him what happened to you. He listened carefully and together you looked for a solution to your problems. He could see that you were very exhausted. "I want to spend more time with you.. Dazai." Dazai chuckles. "Well, I was hoping to ask you that, love. What would you like to do with me?~" he leans back a little bit and puts one of his hands on your leg while the other is gently stroking you back.

You were a little embarrassed by the question, you blushed. After a while, you mutter to Dazai "I want to cuddle with you.. and watch a movie." He smiles and brings his hand up your leg. "That sounds lovely, darling." "I have the perfect movie for us. It's my favorite, actually. But only if you're comfortable with it. You don't have to watch it if you don't want to, my precious~ ". He seems eager to cuddle and watch the movie with you. "I'll keep you safe, alright? Nothing bad is going to happen, I promise." Your adorable boyfriend suddenly picked you up and headed towards the living room. He placed you on the sofa and kissed your forehead. He walked towards the door, put on his long brown coat and left. You stared at the door in surprise, wondering why he could have left.

After about 20 minutes, your loving boyfriend appeared at the door, holding your favorite snack, flowers and lots of soft toys. Your eyes widened and you immediately ran to him and hugged him. Dazai almost dropped his gifts for you. He put a smile on your face with that. "Thank you, Dazai!" He smiled. "Anything for my Belladona~". You helped him unpack and looked at everything he bought for you with sparkling eyes. While Dazai looked for the movie you two were going to watch, you prepared the snacks. You made yourself comfortable on the sofa in the living room, resting your head on his chest as he stroked your head. You started watching the movie and he kissed your cheek, you buried your head in his chest. Dazai chuckled. "I love you so much, my love." You spoke up angrily. "I love you too you idiot!"

The two of you enjoyed the movie while hugging each other. You felt carefree around him and you always reassured each other.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky:

You and Fyodor have been in a relationship for a very long time, but you don't understand each other very well. Perhaps because it is difficult for him to understand other people's emotions and to express his own.

When he picked you up from school you felt very bad, but you tried not to show it, because you know that Fyodor is not the ace of emotions. One of his servants drove the car while the two of you got into the back seat. Your boyfriend placed one hand on your thigh and began stroking. You slapped his hand aggressively before turning away and staring out the window. "What did I get this for?" You didn't answer for a while, then muttered to him. "Don't touch me, anyway I didn't ask you to come for me!". For the rest of the way home, the two of you sat next to each other in silence, only the classical music playing on the radio broke the silence.

When you got home, Fyodor would have tried to talk to you, but instead you closed the door on yourself and hid in your book. He didn't really know what to do now. You read your book with sadness and after a while you got bored of it. You laid down in the bed you shared with Fyodor and pressed the pillow to your face and started sobbing. You tried quietly, but it's quite difficult to hide anything from him, he'll find out soon anyway. You heard his footsteps approaching the door, so you quickly tried to wipe away your tears so it wouldn't look like you were crying. He stopped in the doorway and just stared at you. "You don't want to talk to me about what happened, milaya?". You buried your head in the pillow and turned away from him. Fyodor laid down on the bed and hugged your waist from behind. You felt an unexpected warmth and comfort emanating from him. You turned around and buried your head in his chest so he wouldn't see your teary face. You've never felt this way before. Your mind was filled with many thoughts "Why does it make me feel like this?" "Why have I never experienced anything like this before?" "It is so comforting and makes me feel safe..." A sense of calm permeated your entire body.

You felt guilty about the way you spoke to him earlier, so you mumbled to him "Don't be angry with the way I treated you earlier, I didn't mean it, I'm just going through a hard time." You start to sob. Fyodor strokes your hair and smiles gently. "My love, don't cry-" He kisses your forehead and gently pulls you close, whispering - "It's alright, I'm here to tell you that everything is okay". Your boyfriend puts a finger over your lips. "I know... I know you didn't mean it". You know how difficult it is for him to understand other people's feelings. But now it was somehow different, it seemed that he was trying very hard to please you and help you through this difficult time. "I'm here for you whenever you need me, okay?" You also hug him while he caresses your face and sings you his favorite Russian nursery rhyme. You slowly fall asleep and your boyfriend stares at you admiringly until his eyes close from exhaustion.

The two of you clear things up the next morning. Your days were average, Fyodor did office work, in which you also helped him. He prepared a surprise for you for the evening. Book a table for the two of you in a really classy and rich restaurant, where your favorite food and drinks will be served to you. If he's not good with emotions, he can really spoil you with his money. "Thank you Fyodor for bringing me to such a beautiful place." He looked amused. "Of course, milaya. I only want the best for you."

All in all, Fyodor is a very caring and protective boyfriend who tries his best to spoil his one precious darling.

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[steddie-fanfic-recs]

Close Enough

by redfoxfern

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley/Vickie, Jonathan Byers/Nancy Wheeler Character: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson, Robin Buckley, Eleven | Jane Hopper, Mike Wheeler, Nancy Wheeler, Lucas Sinclair, Dustin Henderson, Maxine "Max" Mayfield, Jonathan Byers, Will Byers, Joyce Byers, Jim "Chief" Hopper, Wayne Munson, Eventually Everyone, Vickie (Stranger Things), Argyle (Stranger Things) Additional Tags: Eddie Lives, Post-Canon, Gay Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Slow Burn, POV Alternating, Will they just kiss already, rating will eventually go up, Internalized Homophobia, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Slow Build, Gay Panic, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Alcohol, Recreational Drug Use, Happy Ending Words: 85,950 Chapters: 14/14

Summary

"For the next few days, Steve very pointedly tried to pretend like nothing had happened, because, well, for Eddie, nothing had. Eddie hadn’t felt some sexual awakening and torn himself up inside with conflicting feelings for one of his closest friends. He hadn’t gone home and laid awake imagining what it would be like to say, 'Hey, actually man, I don’t think these magazines are gross at all, because I actually think I like dudes and I also think I want to kiss you?'" In which Eddie and Steve pine for one another. They each quietly accept that they're just friends, and that's close enough. Until it isn't anymore.

[pollyollie]

Company.

Platonic! Corpse Husband x TEEN! Reader

Gender not specified, They/Them. Reader is assumed 15 years old.

Summary: After another argument with your parent you go to your nice neighbors apartment down the hall. Who would've thought your neighbor happened to be your comfort streamer?

Extra: You don't know Corpse is a streamer. Assume you know Corpse by his actual name and not by his streamer name. (We don't know his actual name therefore he will be referred to as Corpse for simplicity)

Warning(s): Gaslighting, Name calling (lazy, bitch, self absorbed, sensitive, crybaby), arguing, mentions of abandonment. Panic attacks

You and your guardian got into yet another argument. You tried opening up about your feelings with them, telling them how they're treatment towards you is aggressive and it made you feel unappreciated. It started with a fun little family outing until the two of you were alone together while your siblings and other parent were on a ride. The argument resumed the moment you got home and lasted for what felt like hours.

"you're proving my point exactly right now that you don't care about how I feel! All you ever care about is my grades not me!" You said, your voice raising from the pure adrenaline of the argument.

"You think the world will care how you feel? Maybe if you weren't so lazy I wouldn't have to push you so hard! You're missing the big picture over a minor issue!" They yelled back.

You could feel your eyes watering and you know your voice would start shaking. You tried to breathe to relieve the tightening grip in your chest, to no avail. Still, you continued. The last sentence repeating like an echo in your mind.

"You think my feelings are just a minor issue?" You asked. Hurt evident in you voice. You'd hope they'd take it back, realise what they had just said. But again, your hopes were only in vain.

"Oh great here we go again!" They exclaimed, rolling their head dramatically while flailing their arms in the air.

"All you care about is you! Your head is so far up your ass that you just become some self-absorbed bitch! Then when someone gets mad at you, you wanna get all sensitive like a fucking crybaby! Grow the hell up not everything is about you and how you feel nobody gives a shit!"

Your mental barrier collapsed. The air was too thick to breathe in. Your chest tightened. It hurt. Where is all the air? Why the fuck can't you get any air? Your eyes are burning, ears are ringing, throat stinging, something's clamping down on your chest. You can't breathe. You left the apartment. Your guardian let you. Yelling at you to get the fuck out of their face as you left.

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You went down a couple doors, hot tears still streaming down your cheeks. Your shakey finger pressing the button right next to it. Past the relentless sniffles you listened to the ring echo throughout the apartment.

No answer.

Desperate, you try again. Knocking this time.

"Uhm, anyone home? It's Y/N" You spoke, shakiness still lingering in your tone

Your phone buzzed with a notification. You hadn't even realized you still had it on you.

Corpse: coming rn one sec

A few seconds later the door unlocked and opened up. You met face to face with a surprised look on Corpse's face.

"Holy shit kid, you're not lookin' so good" He joked. He was worried of course, but he finds humour is the best approach

"Another argument broke out. Really bad one this time. Can I just crash on the couch for a bit, until I calm down?" You asked. Nerves on edge even though he's never said 'no' before.

"Yea sure come in, just ..gimme a sec real quick"

You walked in and closed the door behind you, making sure it was locked. You sat down on his couch, knees to your chest, before turning around to see Corpse walk into the room he never let anyone in. That certainly peaked your curiosity. It sounded like he was talking to someone, muffled sounds came from the room a bit longer before he walked back out. Tugging the ends of his shirt down (a nervous habit he seemed to have, you've noticed)

"Sorry kid, I'm a bit busy. You can turn on the TV just not too loud. You can also text me about it if you want, I'll keep my phone on vibrate." He explained. He felt a bit guilty, but he couldn't leave the stream for too long. People would get suspicious.

"It's alright. I'll just play on my phone for a bit until your done. Just being out of the house with you nearby is enough to calm me down. Thanks for answering the door still" you said, finally being able to breathe. Your body was still sore and you still felt like crying. You just couldn't bring yourself to do so since it would pressure your nice neighbor into abandoning his seemingly very important job for your silly emotions.

"Anytime. When I'm done we can watch a movie or something" He said simply.

You smiled and nodded at him letting out a hum of agreement. He sighed affectionately while reaching down to your spot on the couch. One elbow still propped up to the back of the couch, the other patting your shoulder, rubbing his thumb across once lightly.

His phone buzzed, catching both of you off guard. He opened the notif quickly. You wondered who it was from.

"I've gotta get back in there now" he said gesturing towards the mysterious door. "I'll be back though. Help yourself while I'm gone"

Must've been his boss wondering what's taing so long, you thought. "You make it sound like you'll be hours away instead of a room over" you joked. He laughed, his eyes crinkling in the corners. He then went back into the room, closing the door behind him.

Though he gave you full permission to TV usage, you whipped out your phone. His TV didn't have twitch and you wanted to see if Corpse_Husband was streaming. As though heaven itself finally showed you some pity, he actually was! You found him by chance and noticed he sounded alot like your kind neighbor! Of course you know it's a bit rude to compare people, but since his voice sounded similar it brought you an odd sense of comfort. Often watching the vodds or horror story narrations whenever your neighbor wasn't able to keep you company. Having to be 'somewhere else for a while' he always said.

You sat watching the stream for awhile, being on edge whenever Corpse was the imposter, having to carry the match since his teammate was voted off early. Corpse said he'd be right back on the stream. Your neighbor came outside the door, checking in on you. You thought the timing was funny, somehow lining up. Of course you only thought it was a coincidence and nothing more.

It didn't bother you, as you still watched the stream. Until it happened 2 more times. Corpse leaves, your neighbor comes out of the room, Corpse comes back, your neighbor is inside his secret room. You got skeptical but wanting to keep denying it. Corpse is very secretive and doesn't want anyone, not even his irls knowing about his identity! If you figured it out, and it turned out to be true, wouldn't that be the same as never being allowed to see your neighbor again? He'd also start avoiding you. Then he'd make you delete all of the funny videos/pictures of him for security reasons. Oh my god. What if he can't handle the anxiety so he moves!?

You weren't even upset about not being able to see your comfort streamer, or him keeping it a secret. What scared you was your kind timid neighbor, who you spent so much time with, who you'd text and game with when you couldn't sleep, who would watch movies and shows with you no matter how childish, listened to you with all your family bullshit, leaving you. He'd block your number, un-add you on his videogame friends list, and cut you off. Your chest tightened again. Your eyes burned even more. It's all too much. Way too much. If he leaves you what would you do? At this point you literally thought of him as family. He's the older brother you never got. Much better than your other brothers. Who seemed like they could give less of a shit.

You felt a warm weight on your shoulder, shaking you slightly. The feeling seemingly yanking you out of your thoughts. Your head whipped up looking at your neighbor. His expression filled with concern. It didn't help your situation. Seeing his face made you curl further more into yourself (you didn't realize you were curled up to begin with), and start crying. Full on sobbing like a baby who'd just lost their parents in a public place.

Corpse froze, not knowing what to do. He's seen you in a wreck before, but this is a new level. It's alot, even for him. Not knowing what to do, he just hugs you. You feel his arms wrap around you and you instinctively wrap yours around him. Hugging him tighter than you probably ever have. Corpse was in pain due to how hard you were squeezing with his already sore body (from gaming and sitting too long) but he never told you about his fragile body, only that he'd get sick easily. He sat and endured while he tried calming you down. Pretty ironic

"I'm fucking horrible at this, but hey try to breathe okay? in and out. For 5 seconds each"

He said. Now he's glad he's done a lot of research for calming panic attacks. Granted, it was so he can try to calm himself down but it helped him help you, so that's a bonus.

His mind was racing, seemed like he has to calm himself down too before he goes into a panic attack with you. Why did you start breaking down? Did you get a mean text/call? Were you just building up too much emotion? Wtf?? He curiously glaced at your phone and saw his character. His amongus character on the screen. He panicked even more at his stream being watched by you while he was in the apartment actively doing it. Then he saw chat asking where he was and what was taking so long. Some speculated he was just busy, others were worried his health made him have to pause the game, some joked saying he had a hot goth chick over, others were so lewd he didn't even wanna think about it... His anxiety was off the chart. Between his viewers, his friends and you. Great. Now he was panicking.

"Just give me one second, I'll be right back" He quickly said. He practically ran into the other room, told the viewers to calm down we wasn't dead. Then made up a lie that he was in the kitchen making some food and eating it, since if he didn't eat now he wouldn't have a chance to later. Thankfully most of them bought it. He made sure to re-mute his mic and came back to you. He noticed red flash on your screen and saw that Toast had killed him. 'That fucker. I knew he was the imposter ' Corpse thought to himself. The little distraction helped calm him down a tad, boosting his ego knowing he was right.

"Ok, listen kid tell me what's wrong. If you don't, I can't help, if you don't wanna tell me that's chill too I just uh- I don't know or I can stay here for a minute?"

He spoke out hastily. Yet still the words came out better than he expected them to.

"I-it's-"

you stuttered out. Should you even tell him? No, you should. He has the right to know and make his own choice about what to do with you later

He looked at you patiently. Waiting for you to speak clearly.

You took a big breath and spoke as fast as you could.

"I watch this streamer his name is Corpse except now I think you're Corpse, but I know Corpse doesn't want anyone knowing about his identity and he gets bad anxiety! so I really really hope that this is some giant misunderstanding cause if it's not I might lose you or things would change and-"

Your lungs burned as you heaved in air. Tears pricking the corner of your eyes yet again. This time from lack of oxygen. Also yea, maybe a bit of stress..

Corpse was hella panicking at this rate. You know? How many others knew? Did they just keep it from him to try and give him comfort? He tried not making it obvious. Fuck. Before he could speak you spoke up again, having a decent amount of air in your lungs.

"-And I really don't want you to leave me or feel weird about me being here! I know teens are stupid but I promise I'm not stupid and I won't tell people I know or send them photos of your face or something!"

Your breath slowed, the words coming out on their own.

"just please...please don't cut me off ______."

He was dumbstruck. Utterly dumbstruck... He couldn't be any more clueless. Cut you off? You? You don't need anything else going wrong in your childhood. He himself is barely managing to try and hold it together. Sure he was scared of people figuring out who he is, but he wouldn't cut them out of his life. Especially for something so small. Don't get him wrong it's a big deal but damn. He felt a bit hurt that you'd think he'd do that. Not like he could blame you though. He knows how anxiety takes over all rational thinking. He didn't know what to say, but still he opened up and finally spoke.

"dude, I don't know if I should be offended or not" a small chuckle escaped his lips

"Trust me, I'm not gonna cut you out of my life just 'cause of that. I mean hey, with how often you come over it was gonna happen eventually."

He paused, configuring his next set of words carefully.

"To be fair, it'll probably be easier now that you do know. Now I can finally stop telling chat I ordered pizza. They're probably verryyyy concerned about my food choices" He partially joked

You couldn't help but laugh at that, wiping your tears in the process.

"Aren't you mad? Or like, scared of me leaking your face?" You asked

"oh no, scared shitless. You've got some heavy blackmail, looks like now I'll have to cater to that expensive sweet tooth of yours" He said, putting his hands up in defeat like he was surrendering a fight

That one made you burst out laughing. You couldn't even imagine blackmailing him for sweets! Without even thinking you blurted-

"Yea sure! If I wanted my face plastered over the news and my name in the next amber alert!"

You both started laughing your asses off. All the worries are seemingly forgotten. You stayed like that for a few minutes, just joking back and forth then laughing even more. Your ribs HURT like hell but it was all too funny!

After a while when you two *finally* calmed down Corpse realized he forgot about his stream. I don't think they'll fall for him "eating food" for nearly 30mins.

Panic mode was activated but he pushed it back a bit.

"How about you come in the room. We can handle specifics later but I think chat wants an actual explanation on why I've been gone for so long and I don't think they'll buy the 'I was eating' act. In the meantime I can introduce you to my friends"

Your heart was racing at the thought of going inside his secret room. On top of that talking to chat AND meeting his friends who happened to be streamers you also really admire!

"I'll take you up on that offer! I'll sit on the floor and watch!" You said, practically hopping out of your seat on the (probably tear and snot stained) couch.

You went into the room and everything felt alright again. Some new ground rules would be set of course but you didn't mind. Your kind neighbor wasn't leaving you, he's even letting you be a part of the stream! It's been a rough day but you know by the end of your comfort streamers well--stream you'd be better off than you have been in a while.

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A/N: This is my first fic for Corpse and my first fic in general for Tumblr! Sorry if Corpse here seems out of character, I tried. I haven't proof read it all the way, I'll re-read it all once I get the chance. That's all <3

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[anantaru]

Blade comforing s/o from an overwhelming situation? 🥹🥹

・✶ ｡ synopsis — blade instantly sees that you were having a rough day, on the brink of tears and shaking, so he did what every boyfriend should do, meaning to be there for you <3

warnings — none, fem! reader, fluff, established relationship, reader is sad, cute protective boyfriend blade <3 calls you: love, my girl, he kisses your forehead

your entire day consisted of a chaotic swirl enhanced with noises and movements from left to right— people rushing past all directions while bumping into you, their voices merging into a deafening grating that made your head practically spin off your body.

is this really it? you don't think you can escape those masses, in fact, you still needed to fight at the end of your day with something like this even after the suffering you've just had to endure?

you were already having a rough day, yes, from the start, yet a series of small frustrations piled up until you felt like you were carrying a mountain on your shoulders, a heavy weight that was gradually taking all your room to breathe.

and this nasty crowd was certainly the final straw to you.

alas, you wouldn't let yourself get pushed and touched by random strangers and rushed your way through the exit of your work, your heart pounding in your chest, each breath coming faster and faster as you fought to keep the rising tide of panic at bay— it's not like this hasn't happened before but today, even your vision blurred with unshed tears, the world around you becoming an overwhelming blur of emotions that made you want to scream.

"sorry, excuse me, uh," you mumble, not sure if anyone heard you or even cared to let you pass through.

people, who were as eager as you to leave their work were relentless, disrespectfully pushing and shoving, their indifferent faces blurring together in your mind as you've gotten dizzy by the time you were able to move again.

you awkwardly stumble into a corner, desperately trying to catch your breath— although just as you were about to lose your grip completely, a dark, handsome figure emerged from the crowd, yet not walking towards the exit, but you.

blade. your boyfriend blade. the man which could surprisingly find out a solution to yet about every problem.

he moves with a purpose, his eyes scanning the area until they finally lock onto your teary ones. and the moment he saw your tear-streaked face and trembling form just standing there while being surrounded by a bunch of people, his expression softened and tensed in unison.

without a word and wasting more time, he closes the distance between you within a couple steps and immediately pulled you into his arms.

ugh, you can finally breathe again and take in his signature cologne.

his hug was warm, his entire body like the softest pillow, his frame feeling like home and being grounding, his presence too, immediately cutting through the chaos and bringing you a sense of instant safety.

"hey, it's okay, i apologize for being late," he murmured, his voice a soothing rumble against your ear, but he notices the constant trembles on your body before securely kissing your forehead, "i've got you."

you clung to him, it's almost embarrassing by how strong your arms were locked around his waist as you were burying your face into his chest, the first out of your many tears finally breaking free— like your body telling you that it was okay to cry now. blade was here.

hot and in masses, the crystalline liquid soaks into his garments as you let out all the frustration— or panic? more so fear, and the exhaustion that had been building up inside of you for the entirety of your gruesome day.

but blade didn't say anything, nor did he really need to add something— instead, he just held you, his hands constantly rubbing soothing circles on your back as you cried your heart out to him.

blade was gentle with you, always, and he never expected you to be on your upmost, most perfect demeanor whenever you two met up. the way he had everything under control without actually lifting a finger came due to his calm presence which was like a balm to your burned nerves, the solid feel of his strong chest pressed against your face grounding you in a way nothing else could.

minutes passed, and slowly, your sobs began to subside, your breathing evening out as the storm of emotions gradually drowns away.

he didn't let go of you right away, he wouldn't want to— and well, blade continued to hold you, yes, he always will, his hands never stopped their gentle motions around the slopes of your body, his steady heartbeat a comforting rhythm against your ear.

when you slowly pulled back, your eyes emerged with a puffiness and slight redness taking over your eyes— although such really didn't matter now, because the panic inside had receded, fallen off your shoulders and replaced by a warm love.

the man looked down, admiring your puffy cheeks and slightly embarrassed eyes, his gaze soft and filled with an understanding that brought a fresh wave of love which entered your heart immediately.

"feeling a bit better love? i can pick you up more often if you want to," he asks sternly, his thumb brushing away a stray tear from your cheek.

as a response, you nod shyly before sniffling a little, "yeah, it's okay now, thank you, blade, ugh, this is so embarrassing i just didn't know what to do."

"everything just felt like too much all of a sudden, you know?"

his large palms don't leave your face, his touch always gentle when he held you, "it's okay, it's not your fault," he continues softly.

"don't apologize, it's not your fault and remember you're not alone, okay? i'm here for you love, always, i will do whatever it takes to make it better."

you continue to lean into his chest, unable to let go before taking a deep, steadying breath, "i don't know what i would have done if you hadn't been here."

"i'm sorry you had such a rough day," he returns, kissing your forehead as his hands squeeze your cheeks, "but i'm proud of you my girl, yeah?" as his arms wrap around you like two pillows covering your shaken frame, "for getting through it anyways."

and as you held onto him, as you felt and accepted the strength and love enveloping you wholly, you were aware that no matter how overwhelming life got at times, you would never have to face it alone.

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the river (4) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: the Capitol has taken you away from Finnick, the life you've been trying to build together and now he has to fight to get every part of you back

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warnings: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, talks of trafficking and abuse related to it, aftermath of breakups, mentions of torture, self destructive behavior, mental illness, unedited, no use of y/n, underage drinking, paranoia

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“I'm hurting you, real or not real." It's been days of this, of Finnick trying to bring you back to him. Half the time you were fine, you'd try to go over the past with him, joke, and open up, so he'd do the same. He had to be so careful though, it wasn't clear what exact things would set it off, but you'd get so paranoid about him and the doctors. Occasionally they'd be able to calmly bring you back, ground you back into the firmness of reality. The other times you'd devolve completely, screaming, crying, hysterical, and Finnick would have to step away as you'd get worse when he was close by. It was an exhausting, never-ending cycle, but it was worth trying to get you back.

Today you'd let his chair be by your bed, but now he was scared he'd be forced to retreat. He had to be careful, if he lied you might be able to see it in his face and be convinced he was lying about other things, or he could tell the truth and risk the spiral of guilt. “Real." He knotted his rope, staring down at it for a second.

“I'm sorry, I don't mean to or want to. I'm really sorry." You're crying and he's thinking, oh shit, so early in the morning and now a whole day of what could've been progress will be lost.

He stared at you, trying to portray as much genuine feeling as possible, “I know that, angel, I don't blame you. I could never blame you and have never blamed you." It hurt to be so close yet so far away, he could reach out and touch you, but he knew better. Not like you always told him when you did want him to hold you though, some days you communicated well, but others it was like you forgot that he needed explicit permission to come close. You'd get grumpy when he couldn't just tell you wanted him closer and do as much. Truthfully it was adorable, and it reminded him of the past, but that also made his heart ache. He couldn't just make an inference anymore on the off chance it sent you into a frenzy, so he'd have to sit by and wait.

“You should, I'm so fucked in the head, and you deserve better."

“Well I'm pretty fucked in the head too, sweet girl, and there is no one better." You were hiccuping on your sobs, this could go badly so quickly. “Hey, it's okay, we're okay, why don't you take some deep breaths with me, angel? Look at me, just follow what I do, deep breath in, deep breath out." He urged you to look at him and you did, trying to follow along through the tears until finally you were somewhat calmed down.

“I'm sorry." You sniffled, wiping away stray tears.

“It's okay, sweet girl, we're gonna have a good day today, right?" The last couple had been rough, so strenuous for the both of you. You nodded slowly, “Maybe they'll let us take a walk or eat lunch with everyone else. Would you like that?”

"I don't know.” Your knees curled up into your chest.

"That's okay, we don't have to take that step yet if you don't want to. We can just talk or sleep or I can teach you some knots, and whatever else we can think of.” You shrugged and he had to realize that it could be a good day, but it probably wasn't going to be an easy one. With you in one of your difficult moods that he'd be left to handle. You'd say no even if you wanted something, silently expect him to come to the conclusion himself, and if it had been before the Capitol dug their talons in it would've been fine. He would've teased you about it before giving into your quiet plea for attention and he would've relished it because it meant you wanted comfort instead of only comforting him. Now though he didn't know what you were thinking, he had assumptions but the risk of being wrong was too great. “We have to use our words, angel, and if that's too hard you can write it down."

You said nothing and laid your head down on your knees, shaking it. Finnick shifted in his seat, rubbing his head, he didn't want to be annoyed with you, but it had been bad day after bad just to lead to this. He was exhausted and hated Snow for making him work so hard just to have you back again. “Please, don't be mad at me.” Your voice was so broken and so soft that he regretted even showing any form of annoyance.

"Angel, I'm not mad at you. I just can't help you unless you tell me what you want or need.” You ever so quietly let out a small huff as you laid down instead, staring at the ceiling. At least you weren't screaming until you needed to be sedated, you were just having a hard time communicating your needs. Finnick was sure all you wanted was to be held, in the past that's what it usually had been. “Is this making you feel embarrassed, honey?" Sometimes the switch between trying to push down your own needs for solace had left you like this, difficult to feel like you deserved to be consoled. Now though, he reasoned, it was because you felt like such a burden.

"I don't know what's going on in my head and everything is so conflicting. I just want to be me again so I know what I want, and you know, and I don't know it's too much. And I want to say things, but I can't because I just want people to see me as I was and know." His poor, sweet girl having to fight all the inner turmoil. You felt different, but you weren't. You were just struggling and wanted things to be the same as they had before, he knew that, but he also knew that they couldn't be until there were less breakdowns, less paranoia.

He had to suck it up and just give what he was so sure it was at the risk of another breakdown if he got closer, but the alternative was a different type of breakdown. “Do you want me to lay with you again?” You played with your fingers and nodded, so he slipped in beside you. He knew there was more from the way you looked at him and hoped he wasn't pushing boundaries, that he was right. "Angel, do you want to be held?” You finally smiled just a little bit when you nodded, grateful, and he smiled back,"Come here, sweet girl.” The moment his arms were around you your head snuggled into his chest, it felt perfect, the way you two were meant to be.

"Don't let me go."

“Wouldn't dream of it." He hadn't touched you in so long it was like heaven in his arms again. “You ready to talk now, sweet girl? Wanna tell me what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?"

"I'm sorry I'm so difficult for everyone, I don't know what going on in my head half the time anymore.” Your voice vibrated through his chest and it was so comforting to him.

“You're just trying to get better, it's okay. And you can ask me, angel, you don't have to sit with it in your head and let it eat you up. You can just ask me if it's real.” His fingers traced circles on your shoulder, you were so cold all the time, it made him feel less hot and stuffy

“I'm safe, real or not real?"

“Real." Safe from the arena, the Capitol, the only thing you weren't safe from was yourself.

“Okay." You snuggled yourself further into him, like you trying to let yourself believe it. “When I was in the Capitol…” Finnick's ears perked up,"I'd try so hard to keep myself in reality, and I'd think about that time we took that tiny, crickety rowboat out and you said it would be romantic. So you packed up your fishing rod and we'd been out for a couple of hours when it was probably time to row back. So I said I'd take one of the oars-”

"Because you insisted I deserved to rest since it was so hot and I'd rowed us out, which I wasn't, but you gave me that cute little pout so I let you have one.” Of course he remembered this, even if three years ago felt like an eternity.

"You were tired!”

"That's subjective.” You scoffed, but he could hear you smiling.

“Anyways, right after you give me the oar you started kissing me-"

“You just look so cute when you pout like that and you were shining in the sun, like an angel, I had to."

"But you distracted me and I got so caught up in it because you were being an ass, started leaning me down.” He does remember his diabolical plan when you were sitting down sweetly on that little row boat, trying to help him, he just wanted to lay you right down and show you how appreciative he was.

"And you dropped the oar, sweet girl, wasn't my fault.”

"Yes, it was, you distracted me and then you tilted your body when you heard the splash to see what happened and so I did the same. Which made the boat tip over and left us both in the water.”

“And you just started laughing, I couldn't even be worried about you because your sweet little laugh was the first thing I heard. I just swam right over and had you in my arms, started laughing with you, and the only way I could get you to stop was by kissing you.”

"And then you wouldn't let me help you get the oars and row boat back up.”

"You're so pretty, sweet girl, would rather watch you while I'm on task, we saw what happened when that doesn't happen.”

"That was your fault!” You exclaimed, he could feel your smile on his chest.

“Maybe, but it was worth it.”

You hummed in response, one of your hands playing with the fabric of his own medical gown. "And then you insisted I had to get on first and I didn't know how you did it but somehow you got me in the row boat again before climbing back in, without it tipping over, it almost did, but not completely. And it was so hot that it was drying us off completely when you rowed us back with that beautiful, goofy smile on your face the whole time.”

“Couldn't help myself, you're so beautiful, love to look at you, angel."

“And only after we got to shore and you were insisting on carrying the whole boat by yourself did I notice I'd lost one of my sandals." You let out a small laugh into his chest that made his own smile brighten. “So you told me it was another reason I couldn't carry the boat even though it didn't bother me. We'd lost all the fish so we just ate grapes and giggled as you tried to figure something else out."

“I sat you on the counter and you just smiled like you were the sun, so I'd sneak kisses in while I worked. We decorated that rowboat together, do you remember?"

You nodded into his chest, eyebrows scrunched together. “With flowers and seashells?"

“Yeah, good job! Flowers, seashells, fish, the ocean waves, our handprints, and I carved our initials into it too."

Your voice become somehow even softer, “So when I was in the Capitol I'd think about how refreshing the water felt when the sun was beating down on us, how it felt and tasted when you kissed me, how you held me, the sound of you laugh, how special you made me feel by taking care of me. I'd think about that day to try and stop me from slipping away, for a while it worked."

You never ceased breaking his heart and making him fall deeper in love with you. "Well you're still here with me, haven't really slipped away from me.”

"I feel like I have, that I've slipped away from even knowing myself.” You admitted, voice croaky.

“You've just fallen and we're helping you back up, angel, I'm putting you back in the boat. Maybe it'll rock, but I promise you, it won't tip again."

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His life was hell with you gone because now there was nothing but the ever present loneliness to return too. There wasn't a day that seemed to pass where he didn't think of you in some way. Sometimes it was how much he missed you, others it was fantasies of still being together, and the worst ones were when he'd imagine your life without him. It was terrible when the breakup had begun and he had his first party because everybody had been drawn to you.

“Where is she, is she not feeling well because I can stop by."

"You can't have let that one go, Odair, she was perfect for you.”

"Finnick, she was my drinking buddy!" People admonished him left and right when it was finally revealed that he'd dumped you. Although he was pretty sure people were more upset about the lack of your magnetic presence.

Initially he tried to play it off like his Capitol persona would have, you were just one of many girls lined up for him, and the committal part had scared him off, and you were so clingy. The rumor mill caught it and so many girls were ready to be next. He felt like he was betraying you every time he sent a flirty smirk back to whatever they said to draw him in. So he gave up the persona, he'd rather be mournful and drink away the problems each night.

Then he'd heard that Tallulah still saw you, she'd grab a bottle or two and sneak out to tap on your window. That way she still had someone to take care of her afterwards and she trusted you with the role. “Lulah please tell me what she says, I don't care what about, just anything. I'm begging you." Finnick was tipsy and felt like he was going to cry, but Tallulah pursed her lips.

“Finnick, I don't think that's a good idea.” She took another sip of her drink.

"I'll do whatever you want, please. I'm not asking you to pass messages or anything.” She must have taken pity on him and his tears when she agreed. So he soaked up anything you'd said the next time he saw Tallulah.

“I don't think you want to know."

“I do, I don't care what it is."

“Finnick, if you're already this beat up about it, I'm not sure telling you what she said will help.”

“That's okay, I deserve to feel bad about it."

Tallulah sighed, " People talk Finnick, so the things you'd said about her kind of, you know, got back to her.”

Finnick looked up as if it would stop the tears from falling,"No, no, no, no I didn't mean that. She has to know I didn't mean that.”

"But you said it.” Tallulah shrugged. "She kept asking if I thought she was too clingy or overbearing, sometimes she'd ask if you had someone else and then decided she didn't want to know.”

"No, never.” He said quickly and hated himself for leaving his sweet girl only to cause her even more pain from afar.

“If you're gonna leave a girl, you have to leave her, Finnick. Or you're both gonna spend your whole lives wishing for things when you could just move on. I'm not gonna do this again, just let her have Conway. It's always been them.”

"I know, that's okay.” But it wasn't because Finnick Odair was like a moth to a flame. Any time he could see or hear about you he would. He remembered when nearly a year later you'd started dating Beckett, the same goddamn Beckett that had drawn Finnick to you in the first place. He'd been jealous for a myriad of reasons he had no right to. At least it wasn't Conway, at least if you stuck with Beckett it was a different ending then the expected, the obvious route.

But god, did Finnick hate him. Because he represented you trying to move on, that Finnick didn't have a future with you, and worst of all that other people found you just as intriguing as he did. So when he'd walk the market in circles just to see Beckett shamelessly flirting with you and in your way, you'd flirt back. Maybe he was vain, but Finnick liked to imagine that you did it so he'd be jealous and take you back, even if that could never happen. Beckett had to know it affected Finnick too, who only maintained terse conversation or made jabbing comments towards the other boy.

Until finally whatever excitement you got from it burnt out and you told Beckett it wouldn't work. Leaving Finnick to wonder if it was wrong that he hoped it was because you realized you could never love someone as much as you loved him. It was probably fucked to want, but he needed to know so desperately that you were as longing for him as he was for you. His life condemned him to longing glances and whispers of your name over the ocean waves, but at least you would be safe. Maybe he'd find you in another lifetime, right person, wrong time. Then you could be safe and happy.

Instead he realized the universe didn't expect either of your lives to be ones of just the parted lovers, whatever he'd done in a past life, was coming back for blood. He should've known Snow would realize Finnick thought of you with every breath he took, that he still thought of your lips instead every time he was in the company of a customer, and that it would lead to more tragedy. Because when the fated reaping for the 69th Hunger Games began, it was your name sent into the labyrinth of death.

Any light left in his life had been aggressively ripped from him, it was as if everytime he thought he'd hit rock bottom the ground would crumble beneath him and the falling would resume. At least he knew you were smart, he was privy enough to the clockwork of you to know that you were terrified, but to anyone else you would've looked so calm and collected. Then you looked at him and he felt like the ground was breaking again, another thousand feet to fall. It was like you were sending him a love letter before you went off to certain death.

Tides were always changing, they could sweep you away or reveal the gorgeous curiosities of the waters, Finnick wasn't sure what it was when the second tribute's name was called. Conway. Why was he inescapable? If the stars destined you and Finnick to be tragic lovers, then Conway was always there to rock the boat. But through your eyes, glistening with tears, he sees the plan almost formed. Never has he been so grateful that his sweet girl could easily put on a brave face to handle anything, that you're used to using charisma as a way to fend for yourself, because that means success in the Capitol and you need that.

So although he wished your eyes had stayed on him, blessed him, instead they could do what he needed. Make you interesting enough for sponsors. He knew Conway deserved better, but how could he focus on him when you were right there? His sun, his moon, the stars in the sky, you were absolutely everything, so there was no time to think about what Conway deserved or didn't.

Finnick could easily craft your image to others. He was certain of it, he could sing your praises night and day, so it would be far from difficult to convince the Capitol that you were the model victor. If he had to grovel at the feet of every elite, let them damage his long gone sense of dignity, then it might be worth it for once. Your death would be the last piece of pressure on the dam before it burst open, he needed you to survive. If you won he could be with you. There wouldn't be any hiding because as a victor, Snow would already be finding ways to dig his talons into you. It was all worth it to be able to hold you again.

Finnick could watch every mechanical gear shift in your brain and fall into place. The way Conway loved you, which made Finnick seethe even if he'd always laughed it off like it didn't bother him in the slightest, was going to have to save your life. You'd hate yourself for it, but you'd hate yourself more if you didn't do everything you could do to be there for your family. The same family that you were convinced despised you, but you would spend every cent of victory money on doctors for your mother, or to make it so none of them had to worry about crabs ever again. Not as if that would be necessary, the influx of riches was so exorbitant no one really knew what to do with it once they'd helped those they loved and spoiled themselves sick. Regardless, if you had to step on Conway's head for them you would. Even if it meant the end of the friendship that had kept you afloat for years. Maybe you avoided home like the plague, but only after you'd worked to convince everyone you could sell out your booth. Finnick had always been in awe about how sweet little you could effortlessly piggyback on any information you had to make a sale, which was a largely successful method. If you won you'd have to focus your efforts on performing for all of Panem instead, but that wouldn't be an issue for you when your family would be safe.

Surely it didn't hurt that he was also on the other side of survival, maybe that was selfish for him to think about, but he hoped you knew he would take you back in a heartbeat. That every dream he'd ever shared with you, fantasy about your future, could be possible once you had that crown on your head. It would be full of trials and turbulent waters, but at least you could be together. So he watched as you forced your eyes to portray the gaze of a lover about to be ripped apart from her happy ending, the look you'd genuinely worn when he'd broken your heart. Conway seemed to know you well enough to understand that, but it gave Finnick pride to know he couldn't read you like a book, unlike him. At the end of the day that would be a good thing, at least Conway could die without his dreams of being loved by you being dismantled.

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Finnick should've known better than to fall asleep once you had. But it felt so normal to have you asleep on his chest. He was no stranger to nightmares, his or your own, it had become a constant present in your lives. Usually he knew how to handle them, but now it was a completely different ballgame. When you woke up screaming you didn't want his comfort, you wanted him as far away as humanly possible. Hitting his chest as he unwrapped his arms as quickly as he could to dart out of the room as fast as he could while the doctors flooded in.

“Just let him kill me." You were sobbing, curled back into the ball where your knees were pulled to your chest as you cried into them. A doctor tried to touch you and you instantly pulled away, like you were a wounded dog. Your hand covered your ears as you rocked back forth, and back and forth. “I need to see Conway." You muttered and then so lightly under your breath, “Conway, Conway, Conway."

“Angel, he's not here right now." He'd never be here, but further upset could be avoided.

You nodded slowly, “I need to see Peeta." At least that was doable.

“Tomorrow, he's been doing better, we can take you to see Peeta tomorrow." A doctor assured, no one wanted to sedate you again unless they absolutely had to, so this was much better.

“Promise?"

“We'll do what we can." She smiled at you sympathetically.

You slowly uncurled yourself from your ball, “Okay."

“Are you feeling better?"

“Yeah, I'm sorry." Thank god, no king crisis. Just a moment that had now passed.

“You're okay, just had a bad dream. Perfectly understandable, do you need anything?" You shook your head and the medical staff slowly began filing out.

“Can I stay?" Finnick's fingers found the rope to focus on. You looked at him for a second, like you were deep in thought, before nodding. So he took his place in the chair, “Do you wanna talk about it?"

“You should just kill me now." The words ran out of your mouth and made his heart drop, “I know you want to and I wanted you too. I probably deserve the uncertainty of when it will happen, but I'm selfish and just need it to be over with."

He wasn't sure if his heart had ever hurt more, but it was always reaching new levels of pain. “I don't want to kill you and I'm not going to ever.”

"You should. Even I know I should die, it's not wrong to admit.” You blankly stared at the glass in front of you.

“You don't deserve to die, you've done nothing with that. You've suffered enough to make up for whatever it is you think you did.”

"No I haven't, this is the universe’s lead up to it. I hurt him, the only person who really cared about me since we were children, and I tore him into shreds. It has to come for me.”

“Look at me.” You kept staring at the glass. Finnick's words came out harsher than he expected them too, but maybe it would mean they finally got through your head. “Look at me!” Finally you did, looking so startled and confused. "This karmic retribution fantasy needs to stop. It's been six years. I'm not telling you to stop hurting or that the guilt will go away, but it doesn't mean you need to continue to suffer or deserve death.” He leaned forward in his chair, "You used Conway, so you deserve death? You spent six years being used by any Capitol elite willing to pay. Being horrifically abused in any way imaginable. You got sent back into the arena! There was only one year you had a victor and she came out of the arena known for being ‘crazy.’ They sent you back into the arena to die and you didn't expect to come out of it. The Capitol held you hostage and tortured you. Have you not given enough to make up for what you did as a teenager? Conway, after six years, would have said it was more than enough to make up for a few weeks of deception. Even if this led to his death, because no matter what, he cared about you. He was angry then, but I doubt that in whatever happens after we die he's holding that grudge after watching you suffer for so long because he loved you. You don't want someone you love to go through something like that.”

You were sobbing again and Finnick felt his own eyes brimming with tears. “I miss him."

“I know, angel. I know." He would never be able to fill the role that Conway had and he'd long accepted that. All he could do was assure you that when I came down to the bare bones of it all, Conway as he was, wouldn't have wanted you to suffer as much as you had for it. Whatever punishment it caused had been more than paid and he would've known that. He would've told you that if he could. He'd been so angry in the moment, but Finnick knew Conway still would have loved you despite the transgressions in his heart and life because that had been his way. All Finnick could do was hope you didn't find a way to see what Conway would really say, in the near future, because then he'd follow quickly behind.

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[akutasoda]

Hi there! ☺️ Can I have headcanons of ranpo, dazai, chuuya, sigma and tetchou with a fem!reader who is very very strong physically (not because of an ability) even though she looks fragile, delicate and vulnerable? 🙏🥰

looks can be deceiving

synopsis - you always seemed so delicate yet you probably were stronger than them

includes - dazai, ranpo, chuuya, sigma, tecchou

warnings - fem!reader, fluff, slight crack, wc - 676

osamu dazai ★↷

↪he initially thought you were absolutely precious. while he did dislike how you always looked so vulnerable as he did worry something may happen to you and the fact he couldn't say no to you, he didn't mind when he was around.

↪he could always protect you. but eventually that turned on it's head when he watched you help out with more heavy duty chores around the agency.

↪while he was initially apprehensive about you helping, he immediately shushed his concerns as you exhibited a strength he could only compare to that of kenjis. except your's wasn't your ability.

↪but now he had this information and would call for you every single time he needed help. and he'd be lying if he didn't find it slightly attractive.

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪he saw your seemingly natural delicate look to be rather cute. he adored you and your personality and clung to it like a life line. any time he felt down he'd find you and immediately perk up.

↪he found out about your strong natural strength by accident. because you seemed so fragile he never assumed you could do much psychically, with no offence toward you.

↪so when he was bored, he started teasing you. teasing about how you probably wouldn't lift him let alone give him a piggyback ride. and you were determined to prove him wrong so you quickly and abruptly picked him up.

↪he never expected it but loved it. so now he would constantly behave like a child and do those grabby hands for you to pick him up so he could parade around the office on your shoulders.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

↪he loved you truly, there was no doubt about that. but he always constantly worried about you being associated with him. you always seemed so fragile and delicate compared to his line of work.

↪so he constantly feared you could get caught up in it and he wouldn't be able to protect you. but those worries very soon melted away when he came home to your shared residence.

↪he opened the front door and was immediately greeted by you practically picking up and moving around the furniture. he immediately got concerned and then curious to why you were doing so.

↪and you're answer was that you got bored. but he still couldn't help but be impressed by your natural strength. it was defined impressive to him and he probably didn't have to worry that much about you anymore.

sigma ★↷

↪he never cared much about how strong you were physically or how you currently seemed so fragile. he was just glad he had someone as great as you that he could trust and finally find home in.

↪but that being said, he did find your delicate nature rather endearing. especially after a long day and you gave him something to look forward to, your comforing embrace. but he wasn't really ready to see you're real strength.

↪he had brought you to the sky casino for the day as you wanted to tag along for whatever reason. but he needed some stuff moving around and before he could get any other employee to help you offered and before he answered you were already helping.

↪he was very impressed by your dispaly of natural strength as he sure knew that wasn't your ability. and he felt somewhat wrong for finding ot rather attractive. especially when you still looked at him with that delicate expression

tecchou suehiro ★↷

↪you two seemed the complete opposite, but he didn't mind bit. if anything he found it endearing how delicate you seemed as it meant that he had some sort of normality to his everyday life.

↪but that didn't really change even if he found out you had some pretty unnatural natural strength. in fact he was pretty impressed seeing with a strength that could probably rival his own without any abilities or such.

↪but that didn't stop him from still seeing you as more of a delicate person but he loved that you had that side to you.

[demonicbaby666]

heya if u have the time could I request a jj x female bau member reader with hurt/comfort? I was thinking something along the lines of jj helping the reader bandage their own wounds. Thanks!

Bandages

One shot | Criminal Minds Masterlist | Masterlists

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Pairing: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

Genre: comfort/fluff

Words: 2k+

Warnings: mentions of neck wound, brief mentioning of blood

Summary: JJ helps you clean your wounds and looks after you after sustaining injuries in the field.

A/n: I hope this lives up to your expectations! It’s nothing too angsty and I tried to keep the mentions of blood and gore to a minimum and focus on the comfort side of stuff <3

The rain. It’s cold on your face. Raindrops roll down your cheeks, trickling down from your hair down to your chin. It’s refreshing, if not a little uncomfortable. It’s nice, though, to feel the roars of the sky fall upon your skin and coat it with a shimmer reflected only on the side of your face from the light inside.

Hands wrap around your waist, pulling you into a full chest, contrastingly warmer to your back, that is now soaking wet having collected each droplet of rain as though it were a rare coin worth millions.

“What are you doing out here?” JJ asks. Her hand rests over the cotton bandage sticking to your neck, “You can’t get this wet.”

Without meaning to, you flinch, then relax back into the body of the woman you know will always catch you.

“Hey,” you whisper your reply, turning in the warm embrace, making sure not to break away from it or tempt JJ to loosen her grip in any way. You’d never tire of looking into those azure eyes, feeling your feet tingle under their warm gaze. A gaze filled now with worry and wonder.

“Hey,” she scans you over quickly, not quick enough that you don’t notice, but you let it slip, “ready to come in?”

The rain begs you to stay with each pitter and each patter against concrete. You want to stay, yet it’s something else inside you that says no. It’s the feeling of knowing something that feels this good, in excess, can do more harm than not, like candy.

JJ hadn’t likely meant to instil this message or the sudden revelation you were having when simply asking whether you were ready to come back in. Nonetheless, she had, and it wasn’t unwelcome. JJ had a way of doing that, secretly, telepathically or unknowingly. She broke down walls you didn’t you had up, and you loved her for it.

“Yes,” you nod and offer a smile.

Her fingers intertwine between your own as she returns your smile with one of her own, and though it’s pitiful and lacks the energy of her usual smiles, you appreciate it.

She pulls the both of you into the warmth of the house, and you close your eyes for a few moments, feeling the blood in your veins warm up, and the goosebumps on your arms settle. When you open your eyes, you see JJ scanning your body again, spending extra time on your soaked bandages and healing wounds that didn’t require covering.

JJ’s headstrong, she always has been, she’d call it resilience, whereas some would say stubborn, but either way, you’d never minded it when it was so easy to see past it. With her looking you over, you know she wants to help, mainly because it had killed her to know she couldn’t prevent what had happened.

“They’re wet,” you point out, following her gaze, “Help me change them?”

To say she was beaming at the opportunity would be inaccurate, but her smile changes from sorrowful to hopeful. It feels more genuine, and your heart swells at the sight of it.

Since the attack happened, JJ watched you change with each passing day. She saw your smile fade and your energy level dissipate. So, to hear you wanted to take care of yourself, with her help or even for her benefit, is a victory.

“I’ll get the stuff,” she begins to walk away, stopping momentarily before turning back around with a sudden purpose and longing in her eyes, “I could help you shower before we change the dressings. Maybe you’ll feel more comfortable if we get all that dried blood and grub off you.”

She’s not wrong. A shower would help. It’s the fact you’d have to come face-to-face with the damage done that's prevented you from doing so. And for some reason, anything you should be doing to look after yourself seemed the worst thing imaginable.

You look at her, the word ‘no’ dancing on your lips, but seeing the hope in her eyes makes you feel like saying it would just about shatter your heart.

“A shower couldn’t hurt,” you run your hands through your wet wire-like hair, “I guess I need one…”

She chuckles, and it’s like hearing pure sunshine. The brush of bright yellow splattered across a blacked-out canvas. For the first time in days, you feel that the grin on your face is genuine. It’s something you want more and more of; it’s been bubbling under the surface for days - that feeling of hopelessness - and that laugh has saved you, provided you that droplet of hope that you can cling to.

You take her hand, and things seem that little bit brighter, that little bit easier, and you fall that little bit more in love with the woman pulling you upstairs.

Honey. It was one of the first things you noticed about JJ; she smelt like honey and vanilla. Luckily it was something that, despite a year of dating, had yet to change. It was three months into the relationship when you realised it was her hair that smelt like honey because of her shampoo and her body like vanilla because of her body wash. Body wash that she was now gently and ritualistically lathering all over your body.

There’s something innately intimate about showering with someone, especially when anything sexual did not enter that small steamy cubicle, when wandering hands only had the purpose of cleaning and when love-filled eyes only looked into one another with unspoken words of affection and encouragement.

JJ’s hands run through your hair, distributing honey-scented goodness through each lock, then return to massage your scalp. There was nothing you could do to prevent yourself from closing your eyes and falling back into her for the second time that night. Hot water streams down the front of your body as the smell of JJ engulfs you, and you let her surround you, contently humming.

“You okay, baby?” JJ asks, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Mmm hmm.”

“I’ll take that as a yes.” She laughs, and god, that laugh. The piping-hot water pales compared to the sheer heat that radiates and coats your body when you hear that laugh.

After the shower, JJ walks you to the bed, insisting you get into your pyjamas and lay comfortably in bed. Once convinced, she makes her way back to the bathroom, and you listen, whilst changing, to her gathering the needed bits and bobs.

When she returns, you bite your bottom lip, trying not to laugh. Instead, you smile in awe as JJ walks towards you, trying to carry a whole hospital's worth of medical supplies. You dare not say anything because, after all, it’s JJ, and you know she wants nothing more than to be thorough.

She holds the disinfectant spray in her hand as though she is scared of it, and she thinks she's doing an excellent job of masking her hesitance. To her credit, she probably is. It's only that you've known her so long you can notice her moving ever so slightly slower and gripping into the bottle tight enough for a while tinge to appear over her knuckles.

“Ready?” the question, you have a feeling, isn't only aimed your way. Nevertheless, you nod along with her, and she studies her hand.

“Ready.”

JJ sits beside you on the edge of the bed and starts removing your gauze bandages, prioritising the one on your neck. It’s unmistakable. She looks at the wound, battling her own intuition knowing what will happen. She looks anyway, her eyes sadden, and her shoulders slump.

“It wasn’t your fault,” you tell her, placing your water-wrinkled hand atop hers, “It could have been any of us.”

“But it was you,” tears start to form in her eyes. She continues, “And I couldn’t protect you.”

Her tears seconds ago were born of sadness, yet now with her jaw clenched and her hand balled into a fist, it is evident sadness is no longer the predominant emotion.

“I should have been faster; I should have figured things out quicker; I should have-”

You cut her off, and she thanks you as her body relaxes into the sudden but welcome kiss. After you're sure her tears are dried, and her jaw is relaxed, you finish the kiss with one final peck and sigh against her lips.

“I'm okay now, and that's what matters,” you lean your furrowed forehead to JJ’s, “you found me. You saved me, JJ.”

“I’m supposed to be the one looking after you, and here you are trying to make me feel better.” she sniffles as she finally smiles again. It's a welcome sight.

You bring your hands to her tear-stained cheeks, taking your time to admire - despite having just been crying - how beautiful she is. When she sniffles again and shoots you a curious look, your heart swells, and your head drops to the side in awe.

“We take care of each other,” and by no means did JJ make looking after her an easy task, but you took the challenge every time, “and we always will.”

Prying one hand away from her face, you wriggle your pinky in front of her. She rolls her eyes but smiles, lets out an amused huff of air from her nose, and then somewhat playfully grapples onto your finger with her own.

“Always,” she says with sureness in her eyes and a sudden straightening of her spine before kissing your forehead. Her gaze lowers back to your neck, “let's finally change these.”

The hesitance previously displayed was nowhere to be seen. Now JJ moved with confidence and a kind of expertise. She pulls the gauze plaster entirely off your neck, rubbing away any leftover tacky bits left from the glue; they seem to bother her more than they bother you as she starts waging war on them, trying and failing not to rub a little harder than necessary.

She then sprays the disinfectant around your stitches, cleaning the surrounding area. Only twice, the cotton pad brushed against your wound, causing you to grimace, but you smile the second you see JJ grimace along with you. The look on her face is priceless and causes both of you to burst out laughing.

“I love you,” you whisper once the laughter dies down, “thank you.”

She doesn’t respond immediately, and you worry, but you see why her attention is elsewhere. Her bottom lip is wedged between her teeth, and she’s squinting at the numbers on the plastic packaging in her hands.

“It's this way,” you try to show her how to open it, and it's funny because she could do this sort of thing with her eyes closed, yet she slaps your hand away and continues to read. It's endearing, really, that she wants to make sure she's doing everything by the book, but the air is beginning the irritate your wound, and if it's not covered in two seconds, you might just-

“There!” JJ proudly exclaims, peeling the plastic layers away and covering up your wound, “Oh, and I love you too, and you're welcome.”

She's happy. She's proud. And though you were close to ripping your stitches out, it seems unimportant because JJ’s taking care of you, and more importantly, she wants to. So, you push your impatience aside and close your eyes as she cleans your other wounds and redresses them with the utmost care, and by the time she’s finished, you feel yourself floating off the bed in a tranquil state.

JJ sneaks away to dispose of all the old bandages and scarlet-coated swabs. When she returns, she slips onto the bed behind you, slides her legs beside your thighs and wraps her arms around your waist. Her nose nuzzles into your hair, and though you don’t see, you feel her lips curl as she smells her shampoo in your wet hair. Closing your eyes, you settle back into her, brushing your cheeks to her forehead and breathing in honey, letting the scent calm and wash over your whole body.

“I could fall asleep like this.” You mumble into her hair.

“I don’t think my back would thank you for it if you do,” JJ banters, her warm breath tickling your neck and warming your cheeks with a crimson hue, “but I’d do it for you.”

Pulling yourself forward and turning in JJ’s arms, you place a feather-light kiss on her soft lips. She responds quickly, tightening her grip and pulling you closer so there is no remaining space between your two bodies. Her lips move languishingly but purposefully.

“Bed?” you breathlessly murmur over her lips.

“Bed.” she eagerly nods.

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Thank you for your last response! I'd love to see America, Italy, Denmark, and Spain(if you write for him) finding their soulmate(red string, numbers counting down, first words spoken to each other, whatever works best!). She's shocked that someone like them ends up with her(plus size or just insecure if you don't mind? If not thats ok!) Please and thank you again!

Hello again! I have a 3 character limit, so I'm sorry but I decided to give Spain the chopping block 😭 Hope you like it regardless!

CW: SFW, fem!reader, reader has slight insecurites, fluff

Tethered love

America: Destiny was something he'd always believed should be molded, not something that was set in stone. The freedom to choose your own path was an idea he held very dear. This extended to the idea of soulmates: he was in full control of whoever he chose to date, not leaving something as important as this up to the stars. Despite the front he put up, he held out a bit of hope that such things regarding love existed: red string being his favorite. However, with years turning into decades and decades into centuries, the probability that he was tied to someone felt more and more unlikely.

Cruising down the same interstate he always took to the world meetings, he'd been caught up in belting his heart out to a song on the radio, causing him to miss his exit. Cursing under his breath, he was left no choice but to take the next one, but there was something off in the distance, further down the road, that caught his eye: a car pulled off on the shoulder and what looked like someone darting to the trunk.

Pulling up behind the supposedly broken-down vehicle, he went to ask if the driver needed any assistance. Your soft cries were muffling your pleads for any help he could offer. The soft features you had were now flushed from the paniced tears. However, they only added to your charm: the damsel waiting for her knight to come to her aid.

You showed him that one of your tires had popped and you'd forgotten to replace your previous spare. Embarrassement prickled at your nerves when admitting your lack of oversight, but he didn't seem to be bothered by the inconvenience you were troubling him with.

Gratitude could not leave your lips fast enough as you watched him graciously attach his spare to your car. Reassuring you that it wasn't a big deal and that he was happy to help, you still felt like you ought to properly thank him. Your stance shifted as you contimplated how to propose getting coffee with him—fearing the rejection that could follow.

Seeing you sway from side to side in his peripheral, he automatically thought you were about to pass out—why else would you be teetering back and forth? So as not to startle you, his concern was coated in a soothing tone. The redness in your cheeks deepened, only making you appear sweeter to him.

Choking your doubts back, you stumbled over your words asking him out. There was a light that shined behind his eyes—a beckon of hope for what he'd thought wasn't possible. Agreeing to the date was the only way to keep this feeling alive, and perhaps, he was willing to let destiny decide his fate just this once.

Italy: He'd built up the reputation of a fleeting lover. It wasn't intentional; he simply had a lot of love and affection to give and limiting it to one person wasn't something that necessarily came easily. That being said, he was a hopeless romantic at heart, which meant soulmates was something he held in high regards. However, he didn't consider this to be in the cards for him, at least not in the same regards as it was for typical humans: their lives were, of course, much shorter than his. Despite the sliver of doubt he had for his own destined love, he kept his heart open to the idea.

That summer had been a rather hot one, but a cold front had alleviated the sweltering heat a bit. Trying to make the most of the nice weather, he went to one of the many river banks. The shade under a tree was calling his name; he made himself comfortable underneath it, looking out at the water, enjoying the slight breeze before drifting off into a cat nap.

Sounds of a distant cry woke him and looking around in a haze, his drowsy eyes fell on you. Your sun hat had been blown off of you from the sudden gust of wind and you were chasing after it. The breeze carried it in his direction, and without thinking much of it, he reached out to grab it for you.

Offering it to you, he was able to get a better look at you: you were huffing a bit from having to chase it around, but the gratitude for his kindness actually made the out of breath 'thank yous' all the more endearing.

When he got up to properly introduce himself, you tucked your hair behind your ear and bashfully looked to the side; he was, in fact, fairly handsome and being in your current unkempt state made you shy away from the warm smile beaming at you. Wanting to meet your gaze, he leaned to catch your eyes.

You had a unique charm to you—there was no denying it, but why weren't you letting him admire it? The redness in your face was becoming more noticable, leading him to ask if you were feeling well. Spitting out that you felt fine, you finally turned to grant him the eye contact he'd been after.

A tightening in both of your chests was pulling on you; your heart beats quickened their paces the longer you maintained the shared gaze. You let out a soft chuckle at the constant attention. He found your laugh infectious and a grin appeared on his face, giving him the incentive to ask if you were doing anything later.

Denmark: He was fairly strong in his personal beliefs and self-assured in where life was taking him. However, there were aspects of life that held wonder and mystery, one of which being able to find a soulmate. There was a decent amount of uncertainty burdening him, since he'd like to think something as pure as a red string was real but was reluctant to fully invest himself in the theory—not wanting to hold his breath that such a thing existed. There were still moments that made him wonder though: seeing others share joy and the spark of love they held for each other.

Having to stop at the bakery was only one of the errands he needed to run that day. The smell of freshly baked bread always put a smile on his face, since he couldn't wait to eat that first slice. Exiting the shop, he'd gotten a bit distracted by his whetting appetite.

Not noticing the dog sprinting towards him, he hummed at the thought of the jam he was looking forward to spreading on the fresh bread. Your dog hurried up to him, circling around his legs and causing the leash to tangle around him.

Luckily, he was quick enough not to fall flat on his face, but the bread tilted in his arm, causing it to slide out to the packet. Annoyed at the inconvenience, he was sensible enough not to blame it on the dog. Looking around for the overly excited dog's owner, he saw you hurrying towards him.

Any aggrevation he could've had towards the careless owner faded when he saw your sorrowful expression calling out to him. When you finally reached them, your dog was jumping up on him trying its hardest to receive a pat on the head, which he absentmindedly placed on its eager head.

After catching up to your dog, you apologized profusely for your carelessness. Despite being in the midst of pouring your heart out about how you'd buy him more bread and how sorry you were, his tender eyes made you lose your train of thought.

The way you stumbled over your heart-felt apology was endearing to him: you were darling. With your dog licking his hand, you reached down to untangle the leash that was still wrapped around him. Taking you up on your offer to reimburse him, he mentioned that he'd instead like to be repaid with something more formal: a date.

[turtletaubwrites]

That Sounds Lovely ~ Part 14

Pairings: Zoro x Fem!Reader, Sanji x Fem!Reader, Robin x Fem!Reader

This is part 14 of the Series 'We've All Got Needs,' linked below:

Word Count: 3865

We've All Got Needs Masterlist

Ao3 Link (this part can be found in Ch. 4 of We've All Got Needs cont.)

Summary: The boys answer Robin's question, and Robin doesn't answer yours. Uncomfortable feelings keep popping up.

Rating/Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Fem!Reader, 18+ Only, MDNI, Reader-Insert, Smut, Fluff, Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Pet Names, Polyamory, Relationship Discussions, Relationship Drama, Insecurity, Jealousy, Alcohol, Light BDSM, Vaginal Fingering, Choking, Overstimulation, Aftercare, Inappropriate Use of Akuma no Mi | Devil Fruit Powers

A/N: I hope you enjoy this very Robin-centric chapter! I just love her 💙

You could breathe this morning, but you laughed yourself awake again, wondering how Zoro had managed to get you both in this current position. 

He was laying diagonally across the bed, and had your thighs trapped between his. It looked as if he’d wrestled you into submission while he slept. 

You traced your fingers on his face lightly until his eyes flew open, then he jolted, sitting up as a soft knock came to the door.

Giggling at him, you managed to free your legs, and crawl out of the bed. You checked your reflection quickly, making sure all your clothes were in place before cracking the door. 

Sanji was there, wide eyed, as he fidgeted with the buttons on his jacket. Frowning at him, you stepped into the hall, and closed the door.

“Sanji, is everything okay?”

“Oh, yes, dear,” Sanji said as he straightened his posture, his voice a bit higher than normal. “I just need to finish prepping breakfast soon.”

You weren’t awake enough to read him, so you nodded your head a few times. 

“Okay, did you… need something?”

You watched Sanji chew on his lip as he looked up at the ceiling, and a slow smile crept onto your face as you remembered. 

“Is this about Robin?”

He took a quick breath in, shaking his hands a bit as he exhaled. When he met your eyes he looked near panicked. You wanted to cut him a break, but decided to wait for him to get it out.

“Y-Yes, my love. I know after breakfast she asked- Uh, we’re going to talk about-”

“You’re going to tell her if you’d like to go on a date with her or not?”

Sanji’s lips pressed together. You tilted your head down as you waited for him to go on, and you swore you heard a tiny, trapped whimper from his throat. 

Poor guy.

“I w-wouldn’t dream of it if you weren’t comfor-”

You couldn’t take any more of it. You interrupted him so that you wouldn’t start laughing in his face if it went on too much longer.

He’s so cute when he’s desperate. 

“Sanji, I would love to know that you and Robin are enjoying each other’s company. You have my blessing to go on a date with her.”

Those might be your favorite words that you’d ever spoken, because the effect on Sanji was incredible.

His face turned almost purplish red, his legs seemed to turn to jelly as he swooned, and his eyes got so large and ecstatic that you thought pink sparkly hearts might pop out of them. 

“Mon coeur! My sweet, sweet Y/N. You are everything to me, my beautiful angel!”

He’d lunged at you, showering your face and arms with kisses until you were gasping with laughter. You grabbed his face, and planted a kiss on his sloppy lips before shooing him off.

“Go finish breakfast, or Luffy will eat you before you can have your date.”

Still chuckling when you went back to your quarters, your smile widened as you caught Zoro pulling a shirt on over those beautiful muscles. 

“I take it the love cook is gonna take Robin up on her offer?”

“Ha, how could you guess,” you teased, grinning as you dressed for the day. Then you tilted your head at your swordsman. You didn’t want to pressure him to talk about it, but now you were curious.

It was a strange feeling, knowing that they might have relationships outside of yours. You noticed a bit of jealousy, but when you examined it closer, you realized it was your own insecurities.

You wanted all of your partners to have the connections they wished for, and the thought of someone else helping them feel happy made you smile. 

As you dressed and got ready for the day, you watched your reflection and let out a breath. You noticed part of your mind was comparing yourself to Robin, wondering if the boys would prefer her, or if she would prefer them. You caught your mind in the act, and told Zoro you’d meet him in a few minutes. 

He looked you over with his brows furrowed before he kissed you, leaving you to your thoughts. 

Sitting down, you focused on your breath. You noticed how your body felt, where it felt tight, constricted. Breathing into it, you let yourself examine those fears. 

It made you laugh, because it’s not what you truly feel. You know they adore you, and they can adore each other too. Just like I do! 

You reminded yourself that you have room in your heart and body for all of them, and that seeing them be happy with someone else just means more joy.

You were glad you checked in yourself before the after breakfast talk.

And I can just tell them how I feel if that keeps showing up. 

You were the last to the galley, and you beamed at your crew as all their bright or groggy faces turned to yours. Sanji kissed your cheek on your way to the table, and Robin chuckled as you kissed hers before you sat down next to Zoro. His hand gripped onto your thigh, squeezing a couple times when you kissed his cheek too.

I love my life. 

“So you guys are gonna be doing this like every day now?”

Usopp motioned toward the four of you while Nami laughed, patting him on the shoulder. 

“Just wait, I bet it’ll get worse.”

He groaned, but Luffy stopped eating long enough to chime in. 

“Everyone’s happy, I like it!”

Grinning at your captain, you noticed Zoro had gone from scowling at the sniper, to staring at his captain while holding his drink in front of his face like he forgot it was there. Smiling to yourself, you dove into breakfast. Zoro’s so cute when it comes to his captain. 

Nami stayed behind as most of the crew left, leaning on the table as she spoke to you. 

“You working out with me today?”

“No.”

You both looked at Zoro, who had been looking down at the table when he refused for you.

“I’m sorry, I thought I was talking to the botanist.”

“I’m training her now.”

Annoyance and pleasure coursed through you at his declaration, and you reached out to touch his hand. 

“How about I stretch and run with Nami in the mornings, and then you can murder me when we’re done?”

His lip twitched, eyes narrowing at you while Nami sighed. 

“Fine.”

“Yeah it’d better be fine you weirdo,” Nami threatened, as she leaned down to hug you. 

And then it was just the four of you. 

Sanji sat down next to Robin again, across from you. A few moments of silence passed while Robin smirked, until you finally broke it. 

“Soo, boys,” you teased in an awkward, but amused voice. “I believe Robin gave you something to think about.”

Her smile widened at you, and she took over. 

“Please remember, there is no pressure to see me as well as Y/N. And if we do have a date, we’ll have to see if we would like to continue. I won’t feel offended if you aren’t interested.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing at Sanji’s red face, his parted lips. She turned to him with a smile. 

“Sanji, would you like to have a date with me-”

“It would be an honor to spend time with you, Robin, my dear.”

Zoro looked up at the ceiling with a small groan while you gripped his thigh to keep from laughing at Sanji’s strained voice. 

Sanji reached for Robin’s hand, and she let him leave a soft kiss on her knuckles while she kept her taunting smile. 

This is going to be so much fun. 

“When can we have our date,” Sanji asked after clearing his throat, face still red.

Robin turned her smile to you before replying. 

“I believe I have a date with Y/N this evening.”

Sanji reached his hand across the table to touch your fingers, and tingling chills rolled over your skin at the purr in his words.

“And I will be seeing Y/N tomorrow night. Isn’t that right, my sweet?”

Sanji still looked at you with the same intensity as always, and Robin’s sparkling eyes made you feel so at ease.

Your smile started to hurt your cheeks as you nodded at them both. 

“The day after tomorrow then,” Robin confirmed while Sanji shivered. 

Everyone turned to the silent swordsman. You felt a tiny pull of those feelings from before, and breathed them out. 

I want Zoro to be happy, no matter what.

Zoro didn’t say anything, so Robin tilted her head toward him.

“Zoro, would you like to have a date with me?”

He looked at her for a moment before looking down at the table. 

“No, thank you.”

His quiet rejection didn’t seem to phase her at all. She smiled softly, nodding. On the other hand, Sanji looked horrified, as if Zoro had slapped Robin instead of declining. 

You reached out to Sanji’s hand on the table to shake his eyes away from them, and he still looked shocked. 

“No worries at all, Zoro. Let me know if you ever change your mind.”

You watched Zoro nod, keeping his eyes down, and you were grateful when Robin kept the conversation going. 

“Is there anything else we should discuss as a group today?”

No one answered her, so she motioned to leave, stretching. 

All of you stood in a circle again, and you giggled. 

“Group hug?”

“Never gonna happen.”

You grinned at Zoro’s frown, while Sanji had stretched his arms wide at your tease, looking between you and Robin. She chuckled as she went for the door, and you rubbed each of the boys on the arms as you jogged to follow her. 

In the hall, she laced her fingers with yours as you walked out on deck. You felt giddy, buzzing at the feel of her soft skin on yours.

“Do you want to run with me and Nami?

“I think I’ll just watch you.”

She laughed as you started to blush at her tone, and wrapped her arm around your shoulders. 

“We’ve found ourselves on a lovely crew of pirates, haven’t we?”

“So lovely,” you replied, leaning up to kiss her beautiful lips. 

“Noodle arms, are you coming,” Nami yelled from across the deck.

“Have fun,” Robin whispered in your ear as she moved to sit, pulling out a hefty book. 

Your days were getting so full. With three incredible partners, four other wonderful friends and crewmates, your studies and projects as a botanist that had been put on hold, and now your determination to learn to fight and use your knowledge to aid your crew in battle, you were feeling beat. 

But you didn’t want to stop any of it. You knew you’d need some sort of break soon, but you definitely didn’t want to pause your training. 

It was brutal. The bruises on your knees from the other night were purple now, and you still caught Zoro’s eyes drifting there. You could tell he was holding himself back.

But he still pushed you, and you pushed yourself to meet his demands.

I want to help my crew!

~

“How are you feeling, Y/N?”

Seated on Robin’s small couch after dinner, you took a sip of wine, and enjoyed the scent of her perfume. You smiled lazily at her before responding. 

“I feel amazing, how about you?”

Tracing your fingers around hers, the scrape of the fabric felt way too good as you enjoyed the anticipation of what might come.

She took your hand in hers, stroking her thumb across your skin. 

“I feel amazing too. I just wanted to check in that you’re doing okay with the changes. With Sanji and I. Because if you’re not-”

“I’m okay with it, Robin. More than okay.”

Pulling her hand, you pressed your lips against her fingers. You loved the way her breath hitched as she watched your mouth on her skin. 

“I’m so glad,” she replied, her voice low and heated.

She leaned toward you, until you were pushed against the arm of the loveseat. Her fingers trailed along your neck, your ear, and your jaw, as shivers tickled down your body. Her blue eyes grew dark as her face came so close to yours. 

Breathing in each other's warm breath, you loved the moment of almost. 

Smiling, you took you both over the edge, tasting her sweet lips on yours. Robin pulled her body close to you, a soft whine in her throat that made your eyes roll back. 

Gently tugging at her thighs, you let out a contented sigh when she crawled onto your lap. She straddled you, her tall frame hunched slightly to kiss you, her hands cradling your face, and twisting into your hair. 

Small whimpers left your throat as you trailed your fingers along her thighs, exploring higher under her short skirt. She gave you a soft moan, so you followed the line of her body further, smoothing along the silky skin of her ass. 

She dipped her tongue into your mouth, slowly and sensually tasting as much of you as she could. You teased, dragging nails lightly along her skin while she shivered for you, chuckling quietly.

She pulled herself away, bringing your wine glass so you could tap your glasses before taking another sip. Your heart rate was still high, but you watched her with that gorgeous, often unreadable smile, and you couldn’t help your curiosity. 

“Have you ever had a relationship like this before?”

Her smile somehow became more taunting as she sprawled onto her bed before replying. 

“I’ve never been lucky enough to encounter so many interesting lovers willing to share in one place before.”

Blushing, you set down your glass to sit on the edge of the bed. 

“I guess the opportunity is pretty hard to come by,” you affirmed, shaking your head, still not sure you weren’t dreaming.

“I don’t think either of us will find it hard to come now.”

Your mouth dropped open as she said that with a deadpan expression. Then you practically shrieked her name as you jumped toward her on the bed.

“I can’t believe you just said that,” you breathed out, still gasping with laughter as you settled down next to her.

“Why shouldn’t I say it,” she purred, her eyes glinting. “Is it not true?”

You could feel your skin flush, warmth moving through you as she drew delicate circles along your shoulder and neck.

“Zoro seems to enjoy leaving his mark on you.”

“Oh, um,” you stuttered, reaching for your neck. Your attempts to mask the bruising from Zoro’s bite mark clearly hadn’t passed Robin’s inspection. You didn’t really see the point in covering it, although it did still feel a bit awkward for your lovers to see each other’s claims so visibly on your body. You felt your skin flush red. 

“I don’t mind at all, Y/N. I’m just wondering if you like it.”

“Oh! If I like the marks,” you asked, somehow blushing more. “I do, actually. I like having souvenirs.”

“Ha, I like that.” Robin’s smile grew even more playful, and you loved making her laugh. “Although I didn’t just mean the marks.”

Now your smile was matching hers as you crawled closer.

“I like the biting too.”

“Why do you like it?”

She started playing with your hair, extra hands teasing down your body like a cascade of velvet.

“Mm, I like knowing that he likes it. I like that it makes him feel good to take me in his mouth like that, to put his mark on my skin, to claim me.”

Her eyes pierced you, trapping your gaze while you kept going.

“I like the way it feels. I like the pain, especially when I’m right on the edge of pleasure. It feels incredible.”

The last words rolled off your tongue, low and heated. 

“Mm, that’s lovely.”

Some of the hands teasing you started raking nails down your skin, like gentle blades. Not too hard, not yet.  

“I choked you the last time we played. Did you enjoy that?”

“Mmhm,” you breathed as you started to writhe, her hands skillfully undressing both of you now.

“What is it about being choked that you find pleasurable?”

It took you a moment to respond, the sensations of all of her soft, dangerous hands taking over your mind. 

“I feel the same way. I love that my partner enjoys it, I love how the pain mixes with the pleasure, until it’s something more intense.”

“Mm. Is there more?”

Some of her fingers were tracing along the base of your neck now, while others trailed tauntingly close to your center. 

“With choking I love the risk… I love that I’m completely in your hands, my pleasure, my pain, my life. I love the way it feels, it t-takes me over that edge. It’s intoxicating.”

You managed to open your eyes, moaning when you saw the hungry way she looked at you. 

“What do you like about choking me,” you breathed out.

The predatory look in her eyes sent shivers through you, and she hummed at your reaction.

“I love that sweet look on your face when you let go. Watching you enjoy being overpowered and pleasured is delicious.”

You cried out for her as her nails scraped harder.

“I enjoy knowing that you trust me so much that you’d put your life in my hands.”

She leaned in closer, her next words making you shake as you felt her wicked promise. 

“I love the feel of your skin, and the way your body shakes under my hands when I bring you closer. I love controlling you, giving you exactly what you need.”

One of Robin’s hands wrapped its fingers around your neck, so gently. Another hand teased along your folds, making you twitch as it played with your clit.

“R-Robin…”

“I think hearing my name on your lips is my favorite part,” she breathed along your mouth before tasting you. 

You reached your hand out to touch her, needing to make her feel good, feeling so much slick covering your fingers. She grabbed your hand, putting your fingers into your own mouth. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you sucked the sweet, and heady taste of her. 

“Tonight you’re all mine, Y/N. But don’t worry, I’m taken care of.”

You choked out an almost laugh as another arm appeared. It waved at you, before taking its rightful place, making her moan softly when its fingers entered her.

“Can I take you now, Y/N?”

“Please.”

Robin leaned over you again, placing her sinful lips against yours, savoring herself on your tongue. Melting into her, you cried out into her smirking mouth.

Her deft fingers had stayed on your clit, sliding easily over it with your dripping desire for her.  Chuckling softly at your reactions, Robin sent another hand, two fingers curling deep inside your needy cunt. 

Her eyes were open, taking in your desperation as she kept kissing you through her ministrations. The look in her eyes was enough to do you in, and Robin ate your screams. She fed you her own moans to you as she pleasured herself, her wicked hands making you come together. 

“I’m going to do that to you again, Y/N.”

Breathless, all you could do was moan, still twitching as her fingers continued to play with you softly, slowly now. 

She restrained you, your hands held above your head, legs wide while you arched you back. 

Your breath and pulse were so ragged as she smiled at you, like you were a tasty prey caught in her trap. Waves of heat and tingles danced on your skin as you waited, not knowing what she’d do next. 

She watched you for long enough that you started to writhe against her warm restraints. 

“Robin?”

Your mouth was covered by another hand, and the one at your throat finally pulsed against your skin, making your eyes roll back. More arms appeared to tease along your skin, so close to your core, but never touching.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’m in control now.”

Hot, tears pricked at your eyes as you whimpered for her, high and desperate. 

“Do you trust me?”

Aching for her, needing her, you nodded as much as her trap would let you. 

Panting as she uncovered your mouth, your tongue hung loose as she straddled you. She replaced her summoned hand around your neck with both of her own, breathing along your face.

“Say it.”

“I-I trust you.”

Fingers raked nails across your body, leaving you moaning. 

“Say it.”

You could hardly think, but you reacted.

“I trust you, Robin.”

The satisfied hum that she let you taste on a kiss made you weak, limp in her hold.

“We’re not done yet, Y/N.”

She brought her heavenly fingers back, playing with your clit, and that sweet spot within you like she was made for it.

She kept her face above yours, her gorgeous black hair falling around you. She watched your every movement as she choked you, knowing just when to push you, and when to let you rest.

You saw her dangerous smile grow almost manic until you couldn’t look anymore. Your eyes flew back in your head while an explosion of warmth and overwhelm barreled through you. Your body bucked wildly, but she held every part of you firm, her prey in a trap. All hers.

The soft caresses and kisses she gave you when you came down kept you twitching, almost crying.

“You are amazing, Y/N. I’m so glad I found you...”

Propped on an elbow as she stroked your cheeks, her smirking face had fallen. You could barely move, but you managed to reach up to touch her cheek, bringing a hint of her smile back.

“Why are you sad?”

Robin's lips pursed, and you hated when her heavy eyes left yours.

“I’m not sad, Y/N. I’m grateful. I didn’t think I’d get to enjoy this much time with all of you.”

Struggling, you pulled yourself up against the bedrest to look at her.

“What do you mean ‘this much time?”

You watched Robin’s features shift, as if she was building up walls around herself. As much as your curiosity was killing you with a need to know her better, you put it aside, reaching for her hand. 

“Robin, you don’t have to tell me. Just lay with me, please." 

Your thumb rubbed along the back of her hand, and your breath caught as you waited.

Robin nodded at you, her blue eyes large, and filled with so much you couldn’t understand. But she came to you, curling against you, resting her head on your chest. 

Tracing circles on her back, you whispered, hoping you hadn’t made her shut down completely. 

“Is it alright if I sleep in here tonight?”

Your chest filled with warmth as she pulled you tight against her. 

You almost didn’t hear her answer.

“That sounds lovely.”

Thank You for Reading! 💜

TurtleTaub Fanfic Masterlist

Part 15

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Hey if this is not a problem sun and moon show x insecure or shy reader please

𝐓𝐒𝐚𝐌𝐒 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

×A/N×

Hi! I'm so sorry it took so long! I this was one of the requests that I had to spend a long time writing it. Mostly because you didn't specify who you needed, so I tried to write a little for everyone. I hope you're happy with it! ^^

Soon, I'll be done the other requests aswell!

Also, I didn't write scenario for every character, mostly because I couldn't think of anything new TwT

And they might be out of character aswell-

×❢ About my work ❢×

fluff, I'm just writing random scenarious here and there, don't mind me, angst maybe?, panic attack, hurt/comfor, the reader has no pronouns, imagine Killcode with his old model, everybody just loves their dear partner, they can't help it, no proof read, I'm tired af

Requested by: @noinoi999

Character(s): Eclipse, You| (Y/N) |The Reader, Dark Sun, Bloodmoon, Ruin, Sun, Old Moon, Nexus, Earth, Lunar, Frank, Jack, Killcode

Ship(s): Tsams characters (except Moon, Nexus, Lunar and Earth)/ Reader, Earth & Reader, Lunar & Reader, Moon & Reader, Nexus & Reader

Form: Headcanons

[The artworks are not mine! The credit of the thumbnail arts belongs to their right artist!]

Sun

General:

• At the begining Sun will concerned why don't you want to talk anyone.

• He'll approach you carefully and if you refuse him, he'll leave you alone.

• Maybe something scared you? I mean, he wouldn't be surprised if that actually happened. This dimension is full of danger. Sometimes even he gets creeps from it...

• "Hey..." You jumped a little as you heard someone speak beside you. The jester looked at you concerned. You've been hiding in this little corner of the Daycare for... Damn, even you don't know how long. Maybe he came to check up on you. "Are you okay? You know, I've been watching when do you you want to come out of here, but you didn't move an inch." Sun chuckled softly. "Are you feeling sick? Do you need help?"

"No..." You answered as you looked into his pure white eyes. Huh... No pupils'. "I'm just... Unsure. I didn't want to bother people." You spoke as you struggled to swallow lump in your throat.

"Oh! Don't worry about that!" Sun shook his head before coming closer to you. "Earth and Lunar are busy for now. Do you want to help me clean up the Daycare?" He kindly offred his hand. You were thinking a bit before answering. Maybe the cleaning will distract you of some things and you can get a chance to get to know the yellow animatronic better. He seems interesting...

" Sure! " You said softly as you seen his concerned look dissapear. He looked more cheerful than before.

"Wonderful!"

• And from that moment, he doesn't hesitate asking you to help clean up. And to be honest, you don't really have problems with this. Sun is more than a great company.

• Also Moon isn't willing to interact with others aswell, so Sun knows at least a little bit of how to handle this.

• He'll include you into conversations with the others at times. He's confident that they would be happy to get to know you better. However, he won't push you, he'll do the process softly, giving you enough time to open up to him and the other animatronics!

Relationship hcs:

• Almost the same, you two still doing the clean ups and other things together. Sun wants to be close and give you comfort anytime you need it.

• He gives you comfort by gentle touches and complimets. He'll hand you his cats too if they make you feel better!

• "You did so well today, sunshine!"

• He thought about including you taking care of the kids in the Daycare aswell, but since you prefer being with his cats instead, he won't force you

• He'll try to avoid things that make you feel uncomfortable or stressed. Also, he is really attentive! He'll often scan you to see how are you feeling.

• He can be energetic sometimes (tho nowadays this is rare). Despite that he is always patient with you. His touches are always gentle, never forceful.

• A bit back to comfort — he'll gently gives a squeeze to your pinky or shoulders, or rubs your hand OR wraps one of his arm around you to reassure that he's here with you

• "Don't worry, hon, everything is okay!"

• If you're really insecure about touching, he'll ask everytime "Is this okay?" or for example "Can we hold hands?". He would never force something on you that you're uncomfortable with. He always asks firts and then acts.

• In the end, he would be a gentle and caring partner! And he would easily hand you comfort aswell!

Old Moon and Nexus

General:

• The Moons aren't really shy, despite that, they can't be called social either.

• Nexus won't really talk to you, if you have nothing he needs or you can help with. If you have a deeper friendship with him, he might share some of his thoughts with you, but he keeps his plans to himself. If you're good with technology, then it will probably be one of you two's main topic.

• Same with Old Moon, however he'll be a bit more concerned and attentive than Nexus. He is more rather to ask you if you're okay.

• Both of them have a good sense to recognise it if you aren't feeling well. They will both react, but Old Moon will show more care.

• Both of them feel a little bit awkard when it comes to comforting. They'll try their best, even though they aren't really good with emotions.

• Now that I think of it - they are more than okay with this. They were (well, at least Old Moon) meant to appeare at nightime, so they are used to the silent. In fact, they prefer a quiet person by their side than a really loud one. You're almost matching their vibes! Nexus isn't really care anymore and he can be rule, but if you feel unsure about something and you ask them to help you out, they will!

• If you feel unsure about something, they will confirm you or send you compliments like Sun.

"That looks good!"

"Great!"

Solar

General:

• He won't complain, if you chose to stay in the theatre. The theatre is usually a quiet place at the evenings, so he can understand why did you choose it.

• You cautiously stepped into the daycare's theatre. After you looked around you took an another step. It seemed like you were alone.

"Are you searching for someone? I don't think there's a movie that is currently playing right now..." You yelped as you heard someone beside you. You turned your head to the direction of the sound. The animatronic by your side was similar to the Sun one, but still looked so different. The rays and half his face looked orange-ish, but the other half was much more darker. He wore dark gloves and a slightly torned 'Superstar Daycare' shirt. He also seemed tall and tired. Damn, how didn't you notice him before?

"Oh... I'm just-" You tried to find the words under his gaze. "I was just looking for a more quiet place and I was thinking about staying here. But I don't want to bother you, so I'll just..." You moved to walk away, before he replied.

"You can stay, I don't mind." He shrugged before he stood up.

"Okay... thanks"

"We also have some snacks. Do you want something?"

• Solar is pretty chill about it. You can stay as long as you like, just don't bother him.

• If you don't want to be found by the others, he'll hide you away and cover for you.

• If you ask him, he'll help you out

• Also, he and Earth will help you settle in together!

Relationship hcs:

• Solar won't admit it, but he finds you cute. He won't say it, mainly because he doesn't want to make you feel embarassed.

• Since you two will mostly spend the time in the Theatre, he'll make a small spot of pillows and blankets for you to settle down somewhere.

• Ocassionally he'll let you help with his work, but trust me, just your presence gives him a lot of support

• Okay, maybe he'll tease you just a little bit to see your reaction

• "You want to help me? Really? Oh, you're just the sweetest."

• OH, and also if you need help with something, first he'll help you out by showing you how to do it then he'll analize it how you manage to imitate it.

• "Keep it up, you're doing great!"

Eclipse

General:

• Won't question it really

• Eclipse will definitely mock you with how shy you are. Mostly because of fun. He can be a jerk at times, but besides teasing he won't harass you seriously.

• "What? Cat got your tounge?"

• Same with the other animatronics, he can easily recognise it if you are overwhelmed. He's not good at giving comfort, so you two will probably just stay in silence while you try to relax a little. Although, you two might share small talks.

• "You seem pale... are you okay?"

• As long as you don't make a noise he won't mind you.

• He can be a little mean when it comes to helping, but despite that he will still do it.

• "Seriously? But this is so easy. Okay, pay attention, because I'll only explain it once."

Relationship hcs:

• Eclipse finds you adorable and will tell you just to see your reaction. He'll also try to make you flustered almost all the time.

• He just can't help it, he loves seeing it how flushed you can get just from his words.

• He'll be always behind you, looking out for you. If you aren't feeling well, he'll most likely know about it.

• He'll appreciate it if you find comfort in his presence and trust me, he's much more than happy to be around you, but with all of this he won't let you in his lab. HOWEVER he will search a quieter place in the pizzaplex for you two to enjoy each other!

• When helping, he'll be gentlier and more patient, but still can be a little sarcastic.

• "Good! See? It's not difficult."

• You weren't really good at technology, but you wanted to help Eclipse as much as you can. And to understand technology, you need to learn it first. Which came with many difficulties. You weren't stupid, no, it's just it can be tiring and complicated. How great is that Eclipse is always here to help. :) "I don't think that's how you do it." You heard a low chuckle behind you as heavy steps metalic were made by your way. "Let me show you how it's done. Give me your hand, dear." He said beside your ears as you had to hold back a squeek to not boost his ego more. "Okay." You tried your best to sound as neutral as you could, but it didn't matter, your voice felt quiter than before and the blood boiling on your cheeks didn't help either. You just hoped that Eclipse didn't notice it. But knowing him, he already did. Your hands were on the mouse you worked with, and his were on yours. He moved the way he wished to move the mouse. No words were made, but he was gentle. A few clicks could be heard before he let your warm hands go. "There we go!" Nevertheless, he didn't move an ich, he stayed behind you. You didn't make eye contact with him, but you felt like he was watching. "Thank you, Eclipse." You tried to sound condident, rather than embarassed. But despite that, you were greatful for his help. "You're welcome, my love."

Earth

General:

• Okay, so Earth is just the sweetest and gentliest of all of them!

• If she doesn't know well, she'll get worried about why don't you want to talk with anyone.

• She'll help you fit in and you can almost always rely on her! If you need help with something just call her, she'll be right there! Although she might not be able to help with EVERYTHING, but she'll try her best. And when she does help, she's usually patient and optimistic.

• "Don't worry, we can try it again! No one is perfect, it's okay if you can't do it without failing! Plus, I'm here to help!"

• Earth'll be so happy to meet you, but at the same time she'll try to act calm. She wouldn't want to scare you away!

• She is pretty good at taking care of people. She will quickly noItice it if you're getting overwhelmed and will try her best to calm you down. She can easily hand you comfort and her positiveness always manages to cheer you up a little!

• You gasped for more air, but it always felt like you catched nothing of it. Your heart beated rapidly in your chest, your hands started to shake, and you were pretty sure that if this continues then you're going fall apart. Suddenly you felt someone grabbing your shoulders. You yelped as you looked up the person before you. You wanted to tell that you aren't feeling well, but no words came out your mouth. "Just take a breathe," Earth spoke softly, still holding you by your shoulders. "it's going to be okay." She told you to count one to five, and you did as she wished. Together you started to calm your heart down and finally your breathing become steady aswell. "Thank you." you breathed out quietly, still trying to collect yourself back together. "It's okay." Earth gave you a warm smile before leading you to a quiter room.

• She'll be the person who always goes to check up on you!

• Tho, don't get her wrong, if you need some alone time, she'll accept that and wait till you ready to talk again!

• Will ask first you, before doing anything

• She'll be surprised if she hears you for the first time talk or speaking louder, but she'll quickly turn happy about it!

Lunar:

General:

• With how tiny he is, he'll definitely surprise you without noticing him. Like just imagine you're sitting in the corner, silently going trough your thoughts and suddenly he's like "Why are you sitting in the corner?"

• Don't get him wrong, he doesn't mean to scare you, it's just hard to notice him when you're not fully aware of your surrondings

• He rather asks you, than scans you.

• He'll get concerned if you stay quiet for long time

• Lunar doesn't mind that you are shy, actually it's kinda calming when he's working with loud children all around the daycare

• He'll also try to include you into conversations more and more often as time goes by, and he'll be so happy if you choose to open up for him!

• He'll gladly help if you ask him! Don't be afraid, he's more than happy to help a friend out!

• If you're overwhelmed, he'll most likely take you out in the nature! Either for stargazing or just simply enjoying the beauty of it.

• You were trying to get rid off the though glue that the kids left on one of the tables. The Daycare was finally quiet, all the kids were picked up by their parents. You were only here because you promised Earth to help clean up in Daycare, and to be honest it got off your mind of some things. You got job in the pizzaplex a few days ago. You've been trying to avoid as much attention as you could, but the celestial animatronics always seemed to do the opposite with you. You've already met a few, but you wanted to take things slowly. Earth and Lunar were one of the first animatronics you met personally. They are kind and patient with you, which you are greatful for. You need some time to open up to people. Honestly, this work isn't so bad. It could be worse. "Are you okay?" You could swear to god that your heart almost jumped out of your chest. You looked down on the small lavender animatronic surprised. "Geez, Lunar, you startled me." "Sorry, didn't mean to." he apologised with a small smile, but his expression quickly turned into concern. "Are you doing okay? You've been quiet all day." "Yeah... I just," you started something, but you didn't finish it. "It's been a long day, I guess." You said as you turned back to your work. You weren't lying, though. "You wanna talk about it?"

Ruin

General:

• To be honest, they won't really pay attention to it

• For neutral, when you ask for their help, it depends on how long time it takes. You broke one of the machines in the pizzaplex? Don't he can quickly fix it. You need help with cleaning the Daycare? No, thank you, but he'll definitely tell Earth on the way. He's more helping when you have a friendship with him.

• Oh my god I just imagined like- How enjoyable would be just seeing them sing Hamilton with cleaning supplies in their hand! Also, he would totally live it.

• If you are a quiet one, he might get surprised hearing you speak

• Despite what relationship you have with them, they can still recognise when you aren't feel, and they'll take care of you.

• Also, at helping, he's mostly energetic, but still patient. He won't rush you, but always check what you are doing!

• "Hmm... I think that looks good enough!"

• Well, this depends on his mood, but I don't think your presence would bother them.

• You desired some space to clear your mind and you chose the arcade for that. The Pizzaplex were mostly empty for now. Just some staff bots lurked all around and they didn't really bother you. You stepped deeper into the arcade until you were caught in surprise by realising that you're not alone. You were about to leave when the daycare attendant spoke up. "You can stay." They said as a small smile appeared on their face. You couldn't lie, he has his charm. "I don't mind a little company you know. So? What are you standing there? Sit down, friend!"

Relationship hcs:

• Ruin finds you adorable! He might tease you a little bit about it, but he does it playfully.

• Okay, so I think Ruin would be the kind of lover, who is always by your side. Simply, because they just love their partner so much and they love their company! So with that, he would quickly recognise it when you aren't feeling well.

• To relax, he will mostly spend time with you in the arcade, watch anime or listen to some musical.

• You need help? He's more than happy to help out his beloved partner! Sometimes, they will just ask without you needing them.

• "Is everything okay, hon?" • "Do you need help with that?"

• You smiled as you heard your partner humming happily song tunes. They were so busy working on the machines they didn't even notice you were staring at them. He was so silly and you couldn't help but adore him. "I think we're done for today, Ruin!" You excaimed it as you stood up from the couching pose. "Already? Huh..." They sounded surprised, but neverthless they still stoped. "Time is just flying so fast when I'm with you, darling!" They smiled cheerfully as they came to your side. You couldn't help but smile aswell. The feeling of someone adoring you this much made your heart flutter. "Thank you for helping me check the aracde machines! It would have take much longer time I was doing it alone." You admitted. "It's okay, dear! I'm more than happy to help you!" They said as they wrapped their arm around your waist.

Bloodmoon

General:

• Okay, knowing Bloodmoon, they will definitely use this against you somehow

• They'll also probably mock you about it

• However, if you are friends with them, they might enjoy your company if you're a quiet one. At least you don't interrupt their hunting time.

• They'll get very surprised if you asking help of them

• "Damn, you must be in a really bad situation, if you're asking help from us."

• Also, not 100% they'll actually help-

• Don't forget that they aren't good at everything aswell. So maybe at times they really can't help at all

• Like imagine you're fixing something you broke in the previous minute and you two look at each other like

"So... What ya think?" "... I don't know." "Does it look fixed?" "..." "I really don't know what am I doing..." "Yes, we can see that."

• They'll get taken aback if you talk back to them, but still won't hesitate to hurt you.

Relationship hcs:

• It's the same, they won't really mind your behaviour

• They'll check up on you more

• When you're asking for their help, they'll still get surprised, but they're more willing to help on their partner

• "Really? You're asking help from us? Well... okay, what is it?"

• You don't have to worry about socializing. We all know that they can't be still more than 5 minutes, so they'll probably spend their time outside. AND in that time, they can get supplies you need while they're away. Don't ask how they got it-

• Although, if you have no choice, but go out in public, they'll watch out for you from the distance. Don't worry, you'll never feel alone when you're with them. :)

• They'll encourage you by telling you

• "I think that's good." "It's okay." "Don't give up. You're getting better."

Killcode

General:

• He'll try his best not to scare you away

• Killcode knows how scary he looks, so he'll approach you slowly and gently

• He'll give you enough time to get used to him and maybe open up for him

• Despite his scary look, Killcode only shows gentleness, patience and understanding towards you. He isn't really an animatronic you should be scared

• He'll help you to get you used to this universe.

• He's always excited and happy when you share new informations of yourself. And he's so eager to learn about you more and more (especially if you're a human)! He's so interested!

• If you aren't a talkative one, he'll be happy when he hears you talk and he'll encourage you to do more

Relationship hcs:

• He loves helping out his partner anytime they need it! Though, maybe he won't be able to help with everything with his huge claws, but he'll try his best!

• He'll be by your side everytime! Giving you comfort and protection. But of course if you need some privacy, he'll give it to you.

• Killcode is very attentive towards his partner, he'll stay away from everything that would make you feel stressed.

• How does he hands you comfort? He'll most likely help you calm down with his voice, with thouches (reassuring squeezes), hushing ("Shh... It's okay, love" ) and with a tight but comforting hug. He always treats you gently.

Frank

General:

• Will try his best not to scare you

• Won't mind if you're asking help from him, he'll be more surprised

Relationship hcs:

• Frank can be really caring when it comes to comforting! He might not talk a lot, but he'll definitely treat you with gentle touches and such

• Also, he can be very cuddly aswell!

• He'll keep you safe from the distance

• Frank will be very happy, if he needs to help you out!

• He loves his partner so much, he'll do his best to protect them

Dark Sun

General:

• Dark Sun won't really mind a quiet person, actually.

• Won't show it, but he'll be surprised when he hears you spoke for the first time.

• You might seem a little suspicious to him at the beginning, but he'll quickly get used to your shy personality.

• He'll be lil shocked if you ask for his help. But, if he receives something aswell, he's willing to do it.

• So, for this scenario imagine that you're working with him. If you do something bad, he might get upset. He won't shout at you or anything, but he definitely won't get over it just this easily. He'll most likely watch you as you work (whether with cameras or in person). And just imagine hearing him behind you saying things like

• "No. I don't think that's right." "Keep going." "Good. Keep working." "I can't believe I'm actually saying this, but I'm glad that I gave you a chance to work with me back than. Don't let this go to your head too much."

Relationship hcs:

• If you're getting overwhelmed, he'll be quickly aware of it. He'll also hand you as much comfort as he's capable of. He can be cruel, but he's not a heartless being when it comes to you.

• Will avoid anything that may get you stressed. Somehow, he always manages to watch out for you.

• He isn't a loud one either, and actually he doesn't have any problems with spending the silence with you.

• He'll find it cute, but won't really mention it. Though, if he does, he does it so doubtlessly...

• He's more willing to help you. When helping, he's actually a really patient, gentle and deliberate!

• He usually gives support by small touches, but with much more words

• He reassures you mostly with praises

"Good job, darling"

Jack

General:

• Jack can be quite... well lively at times

• He might not approach you so gently, but don't worry, you don't have to be afraid of him

• He can be very interactive and curious when it comes to people!

Probably will ask many questions like

• "Why are you hiding?" "Are you afraid?" "Did someone hurt you?"

• Will apologise after if he scared you

• He'll keep in mind that you aren't a social person

Relationship hcs:

• Wherever you go, he'll watch out for you making sure about your well being.

• He can be so silly, he loves to make you laugh

• When comforting, he won't really talk. You'll most likely just cuddle while he holds you close

• Being in the darkness with him isn't so bad

[zuhuan]

BSD men x sick S/O

Characters: Dazai Osamu, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Chuuya Nakahara, Akutagawa Ryunosuke

Summary: The reader gets sick and their loved one takes care of them.

Genre: comfort, sickness

COMISSIONS -> open

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Dazai Osamu:

• Dazai is the type in situations like this to use the fact that you're sick to his advantage so he doesn't have to work.

• Even if you tell him that you can handle this on your own and take care of yourself, he won't let you. He enjoys being able to finally take care of his only little one. He will take care of you with love and care.

• He is not afraid that he might catch the cold from you (if that happens, at least he wouldn't have to work). But luckily, your boyfriend has a strong immune system.

• He is a real red flag in this situation. He will do everything you ask him to do. He wraps you in lots of blankets from the cold, makes you a hot tea and you go to bed together to watch movies. He is a bit skeptical about medicines, he doesn't want any side effects to occur, so he carefully reads all the information. When he notices that you are tired or have a headache because of your fever, he immediately stops everything and takes you to sleep (even if you don't want to).

• He himself lies down in your shared bed and wraps his arms around you, holding you close and you go on an adventure together into the world of dreams. Because of the warmth of its body, you don't feel cold and it even provides you with comfort.

• He doesn't want you to do anything strenuous until you're completely fine, he won't rush your recovery from the cold. But as soon as you get well and return to everyday life with full strength, the night walks together will start again.

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Fyodor Dostoevsky:

• Oh God, Fyodor hates being sick because his immune system is weak and he hates it even more when you catch a cold. Since he has anemia it can make him constantly dizzy, constant naenous, it also lowers your immune system so he gets sick faster.

• He will take care of you and support you, but he will keep his distance because he doesn't want to be sick. He will probably call Nikolai or Sigma for help. He will do his best to help you while keeping his distance. He makes hot soup for you (just imagine Fyodor in the kitchen trying to make a simple soup, he can be very cute). He would make sure that you didn't run out of hankies, medicine, tea or anything else you needed, but if it did happen, he would immediately go and buy it all.

• When you are about to sleep or are already sleeping, he would be in the room with you, just to keep you safe and make sure everything is okay. Fyodor feels very uncomfortable and guilty that he cannot fully take care of you due to his illness. Of course, if you were very sick and could not rely on anyone else, he would take care of you himself. He wouldn't care if he got sick, he would do anything for you. But if this can be avoided to prevent a cold, he will take the opportunity.

• He would let you lie on top of him and fall asleep on him. While you sleep on your boyfriend, he would stare at you with admiration and gently caress your face to soothe you. When you have a terrible headache (but he notices this sooner), he hugs you to his chest and kisses your forehead until you fall asleep in his arms.

• All in all, Fyodor is trying to do his best in two ways so that his darling will get better as soon as possible.

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Chuuya Nakahara:

• When you call Chuuya that you have a cold so you stay at home and can't go to work, he gets really scared. He tries to get home to you as soon as possible (he overreacts a little). No matter how much you tell him it's just a cold, he doesn't care. Mori and the entire hospital are on the phone ready to call. Before going home to you, he asks for some advice and ideas from the head of the port mafia so that he can take care of you as best as possible. On the way home, he stops by to buy everything you need for your recovery.

• When Chuuya gets home, he enters your shared apartment, immediately goes up to you and kisses you. Of course, you push him away from you because you don't want him to catch the cold from you and you tell him that when you get better you will kiss him again, but he kisses you even more aggressively. He thoroughly asks you everything about how you feel and things like that. While you and Chuuya were talking, he prepares the medicines and a hot chocolate for you to take before you go to sleep (totally the husband type). He checks every hour whether your fever has increased or not.

• Chuuya loves to baby you and in these situations he will be very protective and you will be the only one for him during this time. He even prepares you a hot bath, with scented candles, roses and a glass of wine for the two of you. While you are bathing, he stands behind the closed door and makes sure that if you ask him for something or if something goes wrong, he is there for you immediately. If you ask if he wants to bathe with you, he will happily join you.

• He tries his best to make you feel comfortable and safe with him.

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Akutagawa Ryunosuke:

• At first, he doesn't really care that you have a cold. But when he sees that you can't even do everyday things because you're so weak, he panics. He doesn't really know how to handle a person with a cold, but he tries. He asks Mori what to do with a sick person, and takes all the advice Mori gives him.

• He would be too helpful and caring for you, he would brush your teeth, wash your hair and even help you take a bath. He is very afraid that he will not be able to give you enough during this time.

• For him, it feels very bad to hear you cough, because if anyone knows how painful it can be, it's him. He would prepare soup for you with his minimal cooking skills (his skills stop at instant noodles), but he would prepare it for you with great love. When you tell him you have a headache, he tries to coerce you in as many ways as possible. He makes a warm bed for the two of you out of blankets and pillows, and there in his arms while he caresses your back and whispers in your ear some sweet things, he tries to distract your mind from the pain. If by chance your fever goes up very quickly, he would first panic and search on the Internet for what to do in such a case (he can hardly read it because he is trembling with the fear of losing his only precious doll).

• Akutagawa always tries to learn as much as possible from current situations, as he wants to keep you completely safe. He tries very hard and loves you terribly even at this time. Forehead kisses, cuddling and random hugs from behind are essential for him.

• I think you would be in good hands with him, despite the fact that things started off a bit difficult with him at the beginning.

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[amomentsescape]

Jason is my comfor character so can I request a Jason x reader who comes crying to him cause when she talks to her parents about what upsets her they always blame them for their own feelings and fight starts so their scared to discuss feelings with them and they're mom can't follow through on plans with her cause her job makes her too tired and its always something and they made a plan to visit extended family for a long time then it gets postponed for a long time again and then forgotten about and the only time they seen their extended family on both sides was near there birthday at a funeral when a cousin killed themselves and it feels they can only see their family when someone kills themselves

A Promise to You

Jason Voorhees x Reader

Summary: A fight with their parents drives Reader to see Jason: the one person they know they can rely on.

Warnings: Angst then fluff, mentions of family member suicide

Word Count: 1,136

A/N: Comfort characters are incredibly important, so I hope I wrote him in a light that lines up with what you wanted. Sending you all the love <3

You could feel that familiar burn make its way into your stomach. Your eyes were already watering too despite trying your best to hold them back.

"We'll try to see them next year sometime, okay?" your mother said, her eyes still glued to her phone.

You swallowed roughly and looked down at your hands, noticing the dry skin beside your nails.

Nasty habit, you thought.

"I haven't seen them in so long," you finally responded quietly.

You could hear your father let out a sigh at this.

"Nothin' we can do about it. You'll be fine."

Your eyes began to water once more.

"But the last time the whole family was together was-"

"Near your birthday," your mother cut you off, still refusing to look directly at you.

You looked back at her face, trying to focus on anything other than breaking down right then and there. You tried to steady your breathing.

There was a time when your mother actually tried to talk to you and spend time with you. Although now, that felt like a dream, something that never actually happened.

"It was at my cousin's funeral," you whispered.

Both of your parents looked up at you. Finally.

"Right," was all that was said.

You knew deep down that this conversation was going to end up nowhere, but there was still a part of you that hoped maybe this would be the time they'd actually listen. Maybe this time they'd care.

"It just seems like someone has to die for us to actually see everyone again," you responded a little louder than before.

Whatever hope you had held onto was immediately diminished at your mother rolling her eyes and your father scoffing.

"Jesus, (Y/N). It's not our fault that happened-"

"I'm not saying it was," you shot back. The energy in the room was starting to become uncomfortable.

"Okay, then stop acting like it is!"

You took a deep breath in. "I'm just trying to tell you how I'm feel-"

"How about you do that without blaming us for all of your problems?!" your mother snapped. "It's not our fault the trip was canceled. It's not that big of a deal!"

You could feel your patience wearing thin.

"I'm sorry that the idea of spending time with my family sounded nice for a change! Especially when my own mother won't even acknowledge me when she gets home from work!"

"Do NOT speak to her like that!" your father yelled, his face turning red.

Your mother just looked at you, anger filling in her eyes.

"You don't know what it's like to be exhausted from a full-time job!"

"Well, if I had a child, I would still try to make time for them instead of canceling every plan just because I have to work!"

"Are you saying I'm a bad mother?!"

"You're barely a mother at all when you won't even talk to me!"

Your father stood up at this, walking towards you with a scowl painted on his face.

"Why do you always have to be so goddamn sensitive all the time?! You're not a baby! You don't need us to support you 24/7. You need to learn to grow up!"

At this point, your cheeks were already soaked from all the tears spilled. Your throat ached at trying to hold back the sobs, and you could feel your hands shaking by your sides.

But the worst part wasn't even how pathetic you felt in that moment, crying in the middle of your living room. It was the fact that your parents just stood there staring at you with a look of anger and disappointment etched into their features. You didn't feel loved in that moment- you felt despised.

You didn't want to be here anymore. You needed to get out of that environment before the heavy air suffocated you.

Despite the protests of your parents, you ran out the front door of the home and let your feet take you where they wanted to go.

You didn't know how much time had gone by. It could have been minutes, hours, you didn't care. You knew what you needed, and it was him.

You finally stopped running once the front door to the cabin was right in front of you.

Without even needing to knock, Jason opened the door, his head tilted at why you were there. Not that he wasn't happy to see you, he had just made a rule that you wouldn't go lurking into these woods at night. It wasn't safe for you.

But this worry went out the door the moment he saw your tear stained cheeks and the deep frown carved onto your lips.

He pulled you inside immediately, sitting you down beside him on the couch.

Without even thinking, he wrapped himself around you. And this is what seemed to break the dam.

Your sobs muffled into his chest, and you could feel his arms tighten around your frame. He was almost frightened of what had made you this upset.

He let you cry into him for a bit longer before pulling you back, checking over your body to make sure you weren't physically hurt. When he felt confident you were fine, his eyes met yours and he gave you a questioning look.

You moved your gaze to your lap.

"M-my parents," your voice broke.

Jason seemed to immediately know what you meant by this. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time that something bad had gone down with your parents. As much as he wanted to take away this problem for good, he knew that you would never allow it. You still loved them at the end of the day.

"They j-just never listen to me," you sniffled. "I just wish they'd h-hear me out for once..."

Jason put his hand on the side of your face, wiping away the new tears that continued to spill from your eyes.

He took your own hand gently in his free one, placing it over his chest. It was what he did whenever he wanted to reassure you or tell you that he loves you.

This managed to get a little smile from you.

No matter what happened, Jason was always there for you. He was the one person you knew who would hear you out and never judge. It was why this was the one place your feet decided to carry you to when your own home felt like too much.

"I don't know what I'd do without you," you whispered to him.

You could see his eyes brighten under his mask at this. He nodded as if to say he felt the same.

He couldn't prevent these things from occurring, but Jason promised to always be there to pick you up. And Jason doesn't break his promises.

[shiorimakibawrites]

Shiori's Fan Fic Masterlist

This is my general masterlist for my fan fiction, gathered here to make it easier to find what you are looking for.

In addition to current WIP, previews for upcoming stories will also be posted.

Anything marked as smut is not appropriate for minors. Image description is supposed to be the ALT but please let me know if it isn't working.

Likewise, please alert me to any broken links or if you would like to be added to any of character or series taglists.

My work is also posted on A03.

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Last Updated: 7/16/2024

Matt Murdock/Daredevil Masterlist

Frank Castle x Fem! Reader Series

Image Credit:kissmegoodbye.net / Jakub Kapusnak (Unsplash) / Kevin Turcios (Unsplash)

A Vigilante and a Gentlemen {Installment List}

You are an office manager and aspiring novelist. One day when you are walking to work, you past a construction site where the men began to catcall. With the exception of one who stops the others in their tracks. You find yourself intrigued by this rather mysterious man who calls himself Pete Castiglione. It helps that he keeps taking off his shirt in the summer heat. {18+}

Tags: Strangers-to-Lovers Romance, Drama Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, sexual harassment, anxiety disorder, panic attacks, referenced character death, referenced murder of children, PTSD

Port in a Storm {UPCOMING}

One night during a nasty storm, a mysterious stranger comes to your door looking for help. His arrival at your home coincides with the beginning of a deadly conspiracy, a danger from your past that threatens not only your life but the lives of your children. Is this handsome stranger your enemy or your salvation? {18+}

Part One: A Dark and Stormy Night {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn Romance, Strangers-to-Lovers, Murder Mystery, Original Child Characters Warnings: Canon-typical violence, eventual explicit sexual content, temporary characters deaths, permanent character deaths, murder, referenced suicide, worries about suicide, threats to children

One Shots

One of Those Days: You have a bad day but Frank makes it all better. (fluff, hurt/comfort)

You Are To Me: You take a bullet for Frank (hurt/comfort)

Michael Kinsella x Fem! Reader Series

Image Credit: kissmegoodbye.net / Qui Ngyuen (Unsplash) / Mayur Gala (Unsplash)

Rhapsody {UPCOMING}

You have always had a weakness for bad boys. Which why you were surprised to find yourself charmed by a man named Michael Kinsella, who is as sweet as he is handsome. But there is more to Michael than meets the eye. {18+}

Part One: Blank Space {coming soon}

Tags: Strangers-to-Lovers, Small Town Life, Drama, Mystery Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, organized crime, referenced character death, epilepsy, seizures, referenced drug use, referenced drug trafficking

A Brand New Ending {UPCOMING}

On a visit to Dublin, you run into your ex-boyfriend Michael Kinsella in a pub. You get to talking to each other. You kiss him. And the next morning, you wake up in his bed, naked and pleasantly sore. You would have loved to stay but a family emergency calls you away. A couple months later, you discover that you are pregnant. You always wanted to be a mother but to your disappointment, it seems like Michael isn’t so eager to become a father again . . . {18+}

Part One: Your Old Flame {coming soon}

Tags: Second Chances, High School Sweethearts, Family Drama, Mystery, Small Town Life Warnings: Canon-typical violence, explicit sexual content, unplanned pregnancy, pregnancy symptoms, fears of miscarriage, flashbacks to traumatic events (sexual assault, miscarriage, stillbirth, teen pregnancy, domestic violence), referenced drug use, drug trafficking, organized crime, murder, seizures, epilepsy, referenced character deaths

One Shots

Warm: Michael keeps you warm. In more ways than one. Written for Mandy's Sweater Weather Challenge (smut)

Mo Ghrá: You're on your period and you miss Mikey (hurt/comfort, fluff)

Sharing an Umbrella: You and Mikey are sharing a walk with your dogs. Written for 300 Follower Celebration (super fluffy).

Peter Parker x Fem! Reader Series

Legacy {UPCOMING}

Your father Matt Murdock disappeared along with half the universe. He never wanted you fighting but you cannot stand by while all of his hard work is destroyed. Hell’s Kitchen needs its Devil. As you patrol the nighttime streets, you meet another young hero who is struggling to uphold the legacy of his own mentors. {16+}

Part One: In the Beginning {coming soon}

Tags: Slow Burn, Strangers-to-Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Superhero Adventures, Secret Identity Hijinks Warnings: Canon-typical violence, temporary character deaths, permanent character deaths, grief, mourning, bullying, ableism, eventual making out

Adrift {UPCOMING}

Things have been hard since you came back to life. You were gone for five years. And in that time, everything changed. All of your old friends moved on. Your parents had another kid. School is full of strangers. Even over a year later, your life still doesn’t feel like yours anymore. Then you meet two other lonely souls struggling with the same feelings that you are – your coworker Peter Parker and the vigilante Spider-Man. {16+}

Part One: Alone in the Crowd {coming soon}

Tags: Slow-Burn, Strangers-to-Friends, Friends-to-Lovers, Secret Identity Hijinks, High School Drama Warnings: Canon-typical violence, referenced temporary character deaths, referenced permanent character deaths, alienation, depression, guilty, self-doubt, suicidal thoughts, worries about self-harm, suicide concerns, eventual making out

OTHER

Daredevil

Conservations with the Damned - Foggy Nelson stands in front of Matt’s grave. And has the talk he should have had . . . before (Angst, hurt no comfort, tw for perceived character death and mentions of suicide)

Events

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Castlevania (2017 - 2021)

Silence of the Mind (angst, hurt no comfort): All Trevor Belmont wanted was the silence of the mind.

[queen-of-the-night-lights]

Love Power ( Omega x Mom!reader)

A/N: Hello, I apologize that I do not post as much as other fan blogs especially when it comes to my original work. I tend to have long and inconsistent work hours and different things going on with my mental health. I appreciate all of you who are patient and still decide to follow me. Thank you all. For a little note about the fic I got this idea a LONG time ago when I first heard the song “ Love Power” from “ Disenchanted”. I heard it and immediately thought about a parental figure teaching this lesson to Omega. So please enjoy this short fic.

Warnings: Fluff, comfor, mentions of self doubt.

Summary: On your way to Serenno something seems off when a member of your team isn’t acting quite like herself.

You were soon to arrive on Serenno as the others started to get themselves ready you went to go check on Omega. She hadn’t left her room since take off, which was really weird considering the young girl always wanted to look out the windows at all the planets you traveled to. “ Omega, we’re almost there are you ready?” No answer. “ Omega?” Her voice was quiet “ Just a second.” Another thing that seemed out of place, none of her usual excitement and optimism was in her words. “Omega may I come up?” After you had asked the curtains opened a little as a que to come in. You climbed into the makeshift room and sat across from her. She sat there curled up her cheeks red and her eyes pink, she had been crying. “ What’s wrong kiddo?”

“ Do you guys ever regret coming back for me?” “ Never once.” You responded as soon as she asked. It was true, but you had a suspicion why she asked this question. “ Why?”you asked placing a hand on hers. She shrugged and avoided your gaze. You sighed trying to give her a moment before asking again. She tried to sink more into her curled up knees and Lula. Tears brimming her eyes when you repeated “ Omega, what’s wrong?” Omega took a deep breath before attempting to explain. “ I…I heard Hunter and Echo talking and…” you placed a hand over hers to let her know you were listening.

She looked into your eyes as you gave her a kind and understanding smile. “ You guys don’t have a normal life because of me.” She cried. You adjusted yourself so that you could lean her against you. You let her get her emotions out and held her close to your chest. Quietly rocking her back and forth you started to speak as she calmed down. “ Omega, we may not have a normal life but we wouldn’t trade it or you for the galaxy alright? What you over heard was-“ you sighed as you tried to word this next part right. “People, sometimes say things that they don’t mean when they are frustrated. They don’t always know what to say or how to say what they mean and sometimes that causes them to hurt people they love. It’s not intentional, but we love you okay? We love you so much, you know that right? “

She nodded, with a sigh she leaned more into you. There was a moment of silence before she added “ I just, I still feel bad.” Lightly stroking her arm you explained “ I know, and I know that no matter what we say you might feel like this for a while. Trust me I’m speaking from experience here.” Too many times you felt like her or at least something similar. Having the knowledge that people love you isn’t always comforting, sometimes it makes you feel worse and sometimes your brain will still convince you of the worse.

“ There is one thing that you can do for me, to prove that we were right in choosing you, which we are. You can take all the love and happiness that we have shared with you and share it with others throughout your life.” The girl gave you a slightly puzzled look. “ Use your memories of times you’ve felt love. Even the smallest ones, the ones that don’t seem memorable in the moment, to spread love. All the love you’ve given and the love you have received have this power that’s, well the most powerful thing in the world. Even more powerful than the Empire. We love you so much Omega, always remember that. Just remember the memories that show you the power of love, and use that as reassurance.” The young girl launched herself into a hug which you gladly reciprocated.

After holding her for a few minutes you lightly tapped her shoulder blade and said “ Alright, are you ready for the mission and to see how beautiful Serenno is?” She smiled that smile you loved so much. The child-like one that made her seem normal, that caused her nose to scrunch a little and had this undeniable brightness to it. “ Yes!” She exclaimed and jumped down the ladder. Omega stood with her back to you for a second as you climbed down, much slower than her jump. You were then almost knocked over by the sheer force of her giving you another quick hug as she muttered a thank you. As she ran to the cockpit all you saw was the girl that was a sister and a daughter to you and the men you traveled with. The one you all knew and loved, and the one you knew would give love to those around her. Now all you had to do was have a serious talk with certain members of your team about where and when to have serious discussions.

[catlady5001]

end of year fic recs, list #2

part one // here

same as last time: i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

this list will have recs for Spider-Man and BNHA. enjoy! :)

Spider-Man

Fitting In (Tiny Spaces) by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). while on a team mission, peter parker bites off a bit more than he can chew. 3k, hurt/comfort

In the Home by aloneintherain (@captainkirkk). The Avengers have been infected, turned violent and aggressive against their will. And Peter, the only one unaffected, is trapped inside the Tower with six feral teammates. 69k, angst and comfort

Dark Matter by mysterycyclone (@mysterycyclone). AU where peter parker gets pulled into the DCU after the events of Infinity War, and gets pulled into the both the Wayne family and the Bat Family. 213k+, angst and comfort

Spider-Verse

equifinality by Quillium (@quillium). In a world where Jefferson Davis dies instead of Spider-man, Miles Morales becomes the Prowler and somehow still gets taken under Spider-man's wing. 20k+, hurt/comfort

so lucky, so strong, so proud by ProfessorSpork. Sometimes you end up in a superhero team up where half the people in the group have your face, or your dead ex/best friend’s face, and you just have to find a way to deal with it. 7k, angst and comfort

Down the Waterspout by Mockingone. spiderverse au where spider-man lives.

let's do this one last time by imoticon. michelle jones gets sucked into the multi-verse. gwen stacy helps her. 9k, dimension travel

New Moves by WildInkling (@wildinkling). miles morales takes up ballet!! 3k, fluff

BNHA

komorebi by Calamitatum (@calamitxtum). desperate to prove himself, Hitoshi agrees to help UA find the traitor, even if he has to sacrifice himself in the process. 157k, angst

Accidentally, Tragically, Heroic by whatagoodegg. shigaraki infiltrates ua as a student, and somehow, is accidentally a great hero. 118k+, hurt/comfort

reconcile by whatagoodegg. a child's quirk traps midoriya and shigaraki in a box together until they can 'reconcile' their differences. 151k, hurt/comfort

Foresight by akcugrai (@akcugrai). Izuku's quirk is simple, it tells him exactly what he needs to do, eventually leading him to tear down All for One. 66k, hurt/comfort

Candor by OwlF45 (@owlf45). The Hero Commission passes a new code that requires all heroes to complete a mental simulation test. For Izuku, the consequences are catastrophic. 60k, hurt/comfort

linger on the doorstep (come into the warmth) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). au where midoriya inko adopts aizawa in high school, dramatically changing his life and the life of his brother, midoriya izuku. 408k+, angst and comfort

out of the frying pan (into the ice and fire) series by intheeveningsunrise (@intheeveningsunrise). Izuku runs into his twin at the USJ - and then proceeds to run into him seemingly everywhere he goes. 305k+, angst and comfort

Words as Weapons by NearoRiver. While navigating his father’s (All for One's) high expectations, insidious emotional abuse, and overpowering quirk, Izuku fights to become a hero. 129k+

Ill-Gotten Gains by ghostmaybite. AFO!Izuku steals Aizawa's quirk to kill All for One. things only get more complicated from there. 245k+, hurt/comfort

once forgotten, twice removed by blueh (@blu-eh). number one hero Deku gets thrust into an alternate reality where he’s All for One’s Successor. 42k, hurt/comfort

awake and (un)afraid, asleep or- by driedupwishes. after shouto and eijirou start trending on twitter, shouto starts an instagram to showcase his Hero Deku merch. it spirals from there. 54k, future fic

Independent Study by pianogavin (@pianogavinwrites). After one too many repeat injuries, UA puts a policy in place to alert parents every time their child is hurt at school. This leads to Momo taking care of her own injuries. MomoJirou focused. 6k, hurt/comfort

we don't know what's dead / till it's gone by carolinaa (@officialratprince). momo's dad dies. neither she nor Kyouka know how to feel about it. 8k hurt/comfort

spit to the left, carry on (smile & say you're good) by jublis. Jirou grows into herself during a time of war. 15k, hurt/comfort

old game (new rules) by carolinaa (@officialratprince). the ULTIMATE momojirou fic. after bad experiences in middle school, kyouka is determined to keep to herself at UA, but her classmates have a way of getting under her skin.

Despite Your Good Intentions series by xylophones. yagi toshinori moves into midoriya izuku's apartment building when he is eleven. this has a ripple effect that leads to midoriya izuku becoming the youngest licensed intern that japan has seen, and spirals from there. one of my favorite series!!! 204k, hurt/comfort

Thick Blood, Sweet Water by litbynosun (@coldwind-shiningstars). aizawa shouta and midoriya inko are siblings who only reunite after midoriya izuku has started his first year at UA. 15k, family fluff

the drip of melting ice by planet_B612. Hitoshi moves into the 2A dormitory at the beginning of his second year, learns who his neighbour is, and makes the friends he had declared he isn't there to have within the space of a semester. 20k, hurt/comfort

every story is a ghost by daylightbreaks (). shinsou learns that crushes get complicated quickly when you think that your crush is possesed. shindeku. 26k, hurt/comfort

between the lines (it was there the whole time) by placesinfive. eri, class 1-A, and all the little moments in between. 12k, domestic fluff

make this feel like home��by carolinaa (@officialratprince). natsuo spends his winter break at home. surprisingly, it doesn't all go to shit. 27k, hurt/comfort

when the light returns by rubiginosa. bakugou, camie and uraraka go up north to steal a tree for Todoroki. 13k, road trip fic

Leitmotif by LunaLucrea (@lunalucrea). midoriya interns with present mic, and runs into a man with a quirk that lets him hear people's "soul song". 7k, hurt/comfort

pez dispenser debris by thepolysyndetonaddictsupportgroup (@polysyndetonaddictsupportgroup). a quirk creates a younger version of midoriya izuku, who causes headaches for himself and everyone else. this is straight-up one of my favorite fics, and this summary does NOT do it justice. go read!! 74k+, hurt/comfort

hours spent in a hospital waiting room just to lose a knife fight by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku's friends support him when he's hospitalized for appendicitis - a disease he can only get after being born Quirkless. 3k, hurt/comfort

with just a little luck by SpiritusRex (@spiritusrex). izuku keeps getting hurt, so his classmates start to gift him good-luck charms, not realizing it puts him on edge. 7k, hurt/comfort

Small Enough to Carry by ghostwriterofthemachine (@ghostwriterofthemachine). One Thing Midoriya Izuku Starts Carrying Around for Each of the People that He Loves, and One Thing Each of Them Starts Carrying Around for Him. 12k, hurt/comfort

A Boy and his Ghost series by LowlyWriter. AU where izuku can see ghosts, and soon befriends Shirakumo Oboro, the ghost who follows his teachers around. 543k, hurt/comfort

hero’s shadow by feelingstabby. the story of how a few heroes help Midoriya Izuku become something more than a lost vigilante. one of my favorite longfics! 818k+, hurt/comfort

When Realities Collide by LowlyWriter. hero-in-training midoriya izuku gets transported to an alternate universe where he is a deadly villain. 168k, hurt/comfort

starkly marked by OwlF45 ((@owlf45). izuku is stuck in a timeloop, but the longer it goes on, the more people begin to recognize him - even if they technically haven't met. 4k, angst

but somehow i'll see it through by artfulacrostic (@artfulacrostic). izuku is the victim of an obedience quirk. 16k, hurt/comfort

idle worship by dreamtowns (@dreamvevo). shindeku social media au revolving around secret identities. one of the best social media fics I've read - dreamtowns puts HOURS of effort into their fics, and it shows. 28k, hurt/comfort