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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Alan Wake (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Odin Anderson & Tor Anderson & “Fat” Bob Balder, Odin Anderson & Tor Anderson, Odin Anderson & “Fat” Bob Balder Characters: Odin Anderson, Loki Darkens, Tor Anderson, “Fat” Bob Balder Additional Tags: Angst, Ableism, Pre-Canon, Betrayal, Autistic Odin Anderson, Friendship, Brothers, Siblings, Protectiveness, Alcohol, Violence, Platonic Relationships, Fights, Blood, Arguing, Autism, Autism Spectrum, Neurodiversity, Ableist Language, Loki Darkens Being an Asshole, 1970s, Protective Siblings, Good Sibling Tor Anderson, Good Friend “Fat” Bob Balder, Emotional Hurt, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Period Typical Attitudes, Angst with a Happy Ending, Title from a Poets of the Fall Song, Lyrical Titles’ Album Challenge 2024, Hurt and comfort bingo, One Shot Series: Part 13 of Album Challenge 2024, Part 5 of My Autistic Odin Fics, Part 69 of Into the Remedyverse, Part 511 of Autistic Characters, Part 1 of Hurt and Comfort Bingo Summary: Jealous that Odin has more fans than him, Loki decides to let the world know some deeply personal things about Odin out of spite. He tries to be anonymous, but unknown to him, Tor and Odin know how to read people’s thoughts, so he can’t keep it a secret from them for long. And when they discover what Loki did, all hell breaks loose.

Written for  @hurtcomfort-bingo​. Prompt: Fighting.

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#fandom: alan wake #prompt: fighting

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No One Comes Out of Life Unscathed

Rated: mature

Warnings: sibling incest, past torture

Relationships: Dagur/Heather

Word Count: 1,266

Summary: Dagur has never shown Heather his scars from his time imprisoned on Outcast Island, but the time has come for them to be revealed.

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Square Filled: Revealing Scars to Someone

#fandom: how to train your dragon #prompt: revealing scars to someone

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I spun the whump wheel and your prompt is: Shot (arrow).

Who pissed off Clint this time? 😂

I have no idea where this came from. I mean it just came out of nowhere with poor Clint.

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Weight Of The World On His Shoulders

Kate asks Clint a question he can't avoid and he relives one of the worst moments of his life.

"The arrow is a tool, remember that, Kate. You always use it as a tool, an extension of you. You must pay attention to the environment around you. Every little thing works against you." Clint glanced at his partner, seeing her nod in agreement with his statement. Her eyes were keenly on him, watching his every move. She wasn't the only one, he was fully aware that Bucky was watching them from the loft above. He could feel their eyes on him, watching, waiting. "You keep your eyes on the target, don't look away until you're sure it's struck." He nocked the arrow and kept his eyes on the target before him, listening to the gears crank as the target moved around. A feature that he insisted they needed in the archery room. "Breathe, focus, let go." He released the arrow, still holding his breath. It cut through the air and landed with a solid thunk in the middle of his whirling target. For a moment, nothing happened and then it exploded with a handful of foul-smelling goo that coated the target and the gears. Bucky's impressed whistle and Kate's impressed look went straight to his ego. "Hey, Clint." He knew that tone, Kate had a question that had been weighing on her mind for a while. He also knew that look, the slight knit between her eyes. She was trying to figure out how to word the question that wouldn't offend him. "Yeah, Katie-Kate? You got a question?" "Hundreds but..." Kate paused with a trick arrow twirling between her fingers. "Just the one for now. Have you...ever..." She struggled to find the right words, curiosity pulling on her. No, it was more than just curiosity. There was something about the way that Clint acted during these lessons, the way that his eyes looked and how he gripped some arrows tighter than others. Subtle actions that always struck her as odd. "Have you ever shot anyone and killed them?" The question was jumbled and rushed, said in all one breath like she had to force it out of her system before it got stuck again. Clint knew the question was coming, it was always asked by curious fans or nosey journalists when they were forced to do those press conferences. He could easily brush them off, make some joke, deflect them, or depend on his teammates to deflect it for him. Yet with Katie, he couldn't avoid the question, he couldn't use the Barton Charm to deflect it. She knew she could read him like a book and dissect him. She had more rights than others to ask that question, considering all they've gone through together.

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Whump Wheel: Send Me A Prompt

#fandom: marvel cinematic universe #prompt: free space

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Comfort In Cold Places

Just a few weeks from the ice, Steve finds himself having a panic attack in public. Thor comes to the rescue.

The harsh wind promised a hint of snow, the metallic scent flooding his senses. Small flakes floated, melting away on any surface they touched. Steve swallowed as one landed on his bare hand, watching it melt away into a droplet of water. There was no escaping the snow, he felt trapped where he stood in the middle of the sidewalk. It would be easy to walk a few steps into a warm cafe or to hail a cab but everything felt like it was too much to do. He couldn't get his body to move, couldn't get his hands to respond to his wants. The wind came stronger, blasting him in the chest, and caused a chill to rush down Steve's spine. He closed his eyes, clenching his hand into fists, hard enough to leave half-moon patterns behind in his skin. The cold - the cold wind... It was stronger in memory, whipping around him. His hands gripped the controls as he forced himself to tilt them down. The cold, all he could remember was the cold. The wind was causing his eyes to burn, having to squint to see. His ears were roaring, body was frozen stiff. Fingers clenched around the controls. The sight of the icy waters, the chunk of ice was closer now. If he just closed his eyes, he wouldn't have to see his demise coming. He would just feel it.

Mutual Pining - @avengersbingo Steve Rogers - @fandombingo Hypothermia - @hurtcomfort-bingo Kisses - Marvel Smash Bingo @marvel-smash-bingo Showing Loyalty - @marvelrarepairbingo Established Relationship - @steverogersbingo

#fandom: marvel cinematic universe #prompt: hypothermia

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Ok so I have the vaguest lambskier idea for "accepting injury to protect someone" where Jaskier is the one protecting Lambert but Lambert is still a Witcher (canon setting or any other setting where witchers are still a thing) so it's Completely Fucking Unnecessary. (He's fine in the end of course!) Bonus prompt: afterwards Jaskier being like "I think we make a good team, you and me" and Lambert being kind of incredulous/furious (but fond haha) and saying like "that wasn't teamwork, that was you stupidly nearly dying for literally no reason!"

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Summary: Jaskier only wants to help keep Lambert safe

Word Count: 986

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Bingo Fills: @seasonaldelightsbingo - Stitches (4x4), "I think we make a pretty good team, you and me.", @badthingshappenbingo - Bruises, @hurtcomfort-bingo - Accepting Injury To Protect Someone,

“Well, I think that went very well.” Jaskier announced gleefully, “We make a rather good team, you and me.”

The bard sat with his back to Lambert, flinching ever so slightly as the witcher stitched his bare shoulder. His doublet lay discarded across the log beside them, torn beyond repair. The once soft powder blue material stained with the viscous crimson of his own blood. Performing would be on hold for a while, given the time it would take to heal, yet Jaskier remained smiling, kicking at the bloodied dirt beneath his boots. 

“Are you shittin’ me?” Lambert’s voice was sharp, laced with barely concealed anger as his hands struggled to keep steady in order to thread the needle through Jaskier’s pale flesh once more. “That wasn’t teamwork , Jaskier. That was you almost dying for literally no reason. What the fuck were you thinking?”

Jaskier’s smile faltered briefly. Not that Lambert could see from his place bent closely towards the bard's back, his breath hitting the warm skin of his companion’s neck.

“It would have ripped you in two if I had not thought, rather smartly I might add , to distract the scaly old beast.” 

“It almost ripped you in two, you idiot!” Lambert’s voice rose in volume, contrary to the gentle way his fingers brushed over the now sewn together wound, still swollen and blushing angrily. 

“Yes, well.” Jaskier conceded, his own voice falling quiet. His gaze lowered as he felt the witcher’s eyes fall upon the side of his face. Lambert's eyes followed the bard's as he picked at the frayed cuff of his tunic, dried blood now littering the sleeve with miniscule flecks of pink and red. The pattern could have been seen as pretty, delicate yet stark against the pale cotton, had Lambert not known of the reason behind it. 

“Well, what ?” Lambert snapped, although what bite had once been evident in his tone now fell flat as the witcher rounded the bard. He stood with his arms crossed, lips downturned and his brow twisted into a frown, the very picture of an unforgiving monster hunter, had it not been for the look in his eyes. The softened edge they took as he considered the bard that sat before him. “Don’t give me some bullshit about how it’d be better you than me.”

Jaskier responded with a telling silence. 

“ Jaskier .” The witcher sighed heavily, taking a step closer to the bard. 

“I was not going to just stand there and watch you get hurt, Lambert.” Jaskier spoke firmly, only pausing as he stood to allow the returned ache in his shoulder to ease. “Not when I could do something about it.”

“I would’ve healed.” 

“As will I.” Jaskier insisted.

“ This time .” Lambert dragged his hand over his face, groaning quietly, “You’re human , Jask. I don’t need reminding of how fragile you are.”

“Lamb-”

“Next time,” Lambert interrupted, just as firmly as the bard himself, “let it get me.”

“Absolutely not.” He exclaimed, jaw clenched tightly as he stared at the witcher in disbelief. 

“ Yes .”

“No. If you’re concerned about my safety,” Jaskier countered, “teach me. Teach me to use a sword. Teach me to defend myself properly. But do not expect me to stand by and watch you get yourself killed just because you are too stubborn to let me help.”

Lambert remained quiet for a moment, his gaze drifting to the trees beyond Jaskier’s shoulder, his mind riddled with hesitancy as his thoughts ran wild. 

When he finally spoke, his gruff voice turned soft. 

“It’s not that. I know I’m a stubborn bastard, but it’s not-” The pause hung heavy between them. Words caught in his throat, a tangled mess of emotions that Lambert was not ready to unleash trapped within them. “I won’t watch you get hurt because I failed to protect you.” His eyes fell upon the bard with barely restrained desperation, "Don't make me.”

Jaskier, with more hesitancy than Lambert could ever remember seeing from the bard, slowly raised his uninjured arm. There was a pause, the intention clear as Jaskier waited to see if the witcher would pull away. 

But he remained still as a statue. 

Lambert stood firm, if slightly uneasy of the direction the conversation was taking. Words he would rather leave unsaid creeping to the surface, thoughts and emotions he would rather keep under lock and key aching to be set free.

“Then teach me, dear heart.” 

Jaskier’s fingers brushed, ever so gently, against the witcher’s cheekbone as the words left his mouth. His touch, so light Lambert could have believed he imagined it, if not for the way the bard curled his palm softly around his jaw, his stubble grazing along the calloused flesh. 

“Let us protect one another.” Jaskier murmured. 

The bard felt himself drift unconsciously closer. Pulled in by the way Lambert’s eyes fell closed, his breath evening out as he let himself relax into Jaskier’s touch. 

After some time, Lambert’s eyes fluttered open. The fire within them softened, leaving only an ember of hope in their wake. His own hand rose, his movements guarded, as though Jaskier may back away at any given moment. He found his resolve when Jaskier offered a small smile, something delicate, a promise just for him. The witcher’s fingertips traced the line of a bruise blossoming across Jaskier’s brow, an ache pulled at his chest at the sight, the reminder of the dangers they faced.

Jaskier leaned further into the touch, a small sigh escaping his lips. Lambert’s hand, strong and warm, settled on the bard’s waist, anchoring him close. 

“Fine.” Lambert huffed, his warm breath landing on Jaskier’s face, “We’ll do it your way, lark. But next time-” He paused, voice dropping to a grumbled murmur as he dipped his forehead against the bard’s, “promise me you won’t leave me to do all this alone.”

“I promise.” He breathed, his words heavy with emotion.

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#fandom: the witcher #prompt: accepting injury to protect someone

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My masterpot for the @hurtcomfort-bingo, with a bit over 10k words in total! This time all fills are for Marvel fandoms, both MCU and X-Men. All info, ratings and pairings are below the cut and the works are linked to my Ao3. Thanks to the Mod for running this, I had so much fun!

You Don’t Have To Scream To Hear Your Voice

☕ Acts of Service

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes/Sam Wilson | Teen | 5,7k words WARNINGS: Werewolf AU, Injury Summary: It’s a full moon night, when Bucky stays home while Sam and Sarah go in search of a stray werewolf. The morning comes, and the Wilson’s welcome a new friend into their home.

The Candy Hunt

☕ Doing Small Things for the Other

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Gen | 1,3k words Summary: Sarah and Bucky come back from a Halloween party in Delacroix to find AJ and Cass still awake from trick-or-treating with friends.

Last Time I Saw You

☕ Needles/Piercings

Fandom: Captain America Movies Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov | Teen | 100 words Summary: Bucky wakes up in the hospital and remembers nothing. Nothing but her.

So Pretty, Hanging

☕ New Things

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes/Sharon Carter | Mature | 100 words Summary: When her dom shows up with a new toy to try, Sharon has her reservations. Luckily, she has also thought of something fun to do while being tied up and taken care of.

Somewhere Else To Meet

☕ Falling Asleep After a Rough Day

Fandom: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes/Sarah Wilson | Teen | 729 words Summary: Sarah and Bucky meet after their shift and share their days with one another.

I Have Doubts, Sometimes, Of Being Real

☕ Grief

Fandom: X-Men Movieverse Logan/Scott Summers | Teen | 878 words WARNINGS: Past Jean Grey/Scott Summers, Referenced Canon Character Death, Dreams and Nightmares Summary: Months after the events in Alkali Lake, Scott wakes up from a nightmare to find Logan at the usually empty side of the bed.

Jambalaya Leftovers

☕ Favorite Dish Leftovers

Fandom: Captain America Movies Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson | Gen | 100 words Summary: Sam introduced Steve to his favourite dish.

Ten Revolutions Around The Sun Later

☕ Amnesia

Fandom: The Avengers Movies Bruce Banner/James Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark | Teen | 500 words WARNINGS: PTSD, Implied Torture and s/h Summary: Bucky’s flashbacks are triggered by the snow. Bruce and Tony are there to help him get back to his own self.

The Heart Feels It And It Doesn’t Regret It 

☕ Comfort Person

Fandom: Ant-Man Movies, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV) Bucky Barnes/Ava Starr | Teen | 500 words WARNINGS: Trauma, Mind Control Aftermath & Recovery, Angst Summary: While taking a relaxing shower, Ava reflects on what Bucky and her were denied but found with each other.

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Last Time I Saw You

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 2nd prompt — “But I knew him”. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @hurtcomfort-bingo | Needles/Piercings

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanov

Tags: Reunions, Memories, Past Relationship

Summary: Bucky wakes up in the hospital and remembers nothing. Nothing but her.

Wordcount: 100

#fandom: marvel cinematic universe #prompt: needles/piercings

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Jambalaya Leftovers

Drabble for @catws-anniversary, day 26th prompt — “I’ll put it on the list”. Read on Ao3 here.

Also created for: @hurtcomfort-bingo — Favorite Dish Leftovers

Fandom: Captain America (Movies)

Rating: General Audiences

Pairing: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson

Tags: Friends to Lovers, Food as a Metaphor for Love

Summary: Sam introduced Steve to his favourite dish.

Wordcount: 100

#fandom: marvel cinematic universe #prompt: favorite dish leftovers

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Title: Bruises Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Fandoms: The Great Ace Attorney Relationships: Herlock/Kazuma Characters: Herlock, Kazuma Tags: Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Bruises, Worry

Synopsis: Kazuma sighed. "Not that I needed more reasons for people to stare at me." His frustration was clear in his voice, and Herlock could understand why: his dear partner Mikotoba once said words similar to those. "I believe we can do something about it," said Herlock.

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Herlock helps Kazuma hide the bruises on his face.

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@badthingshappenbingo: Bruises @hurtcomfort-bingo: Care

#fandom: the great ace attorney #prompt: care

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Sweet persuasion

@larluce your sweet persuasion idea didn't get out of my mind, so I wrote this little omegaverse piece with Gwen that persuade Merlin to use the same method *wink*

Rating: General Audiences Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Merlin (TV) Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwen & Merlin (Merlin), pre Merlin/Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Merlin (Merlin), Gwen (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Additional Tags: Omega Merlin (Merlin), Omega Gwen (Merlin), Alpha Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Alpha Morgana Pendragon (Merlin), Awesome Gwen (Merlin), Hurt Merlin (Merlin), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Sweet Persuasion, Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Episode: s01e07 Gates of Avalon (Merlin), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - Omega Verse, Merlin is cute and Arthur does whatever Merlin wants

Summary: In his attempt to keep Arthur safe, Merlin uses Gwen's advice: sweet persuasion

@thebo3bingo , prompt: crying

@seasonaldelightsbingo, Five nights at Freddy's: “When I’m here, you play by my rules”

@fandom-free-bingo, flight edition: Tears

@hurtcomfort-bingo: Care

#fandom: merlin #prompt: care

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My fills for my @hurtcomfort-bingo card! Status: Completed

Asphyxiation: Hold Him While You Can (Cliff/Elliot, flu)

Experiment: Experiment (Cliff/Elliot, first meeting)

Free Space: Popsicle (Al/Theo, stomach bug)

Hospital: Wait for Tomorrow (Cliff/Elliot, Al, organ transplant)

New Things: Cabin Pressure (Ryo/Alex, sick while traveling, sinus infection)

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Why I hate hunting

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fandom: Merlin (TV) Relationships: Merlin & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table & Merlin (Merlin), Knights of the Round Table & Arthur Pendragon (Merlin) Characters: Leon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Elyan (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Merlin (Merlin) Additional Tags: Secrets, Sharing secrets, sharing past trauma, mention of slavery, Being sold to slave, Protective Knights (Merlin), Protective Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Hurt Merlin (Merlin)

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@merlinbingo forced to uncover past trauma

@fandom-free-bingo : “Don’t be afraid”

@hurtcomfort-bingo : traumatic event

@sweetspicybingo: new beginnings

@thebutcherbingo: when it rains it pours

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#fandom: merlin #prompt: traumatic event

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You're just special

My first fill for the @hurtcomfort-bingo

Fandom: Percy Jackson, Merlin

Word Count: 858

Triggers / Warnings: Mention to Past Canonical Death, Nightmares

Square / Prompt Filled: B5 - Nightmares

Link to AO3 fic

#fandom: percy jackson #fandom: merlin #prompt: nightmares

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Pheromones (1.7k)

Summary (Stucky, T): Steve’s pheromones affect Bucky in an unexpected way, luckily the Alpha is more than happy to take care of him.

Contains: Omegaverse, Alpha Steve/Omega Bucky, shrunkyclunks, Bucky's on his period, hurt/comfort, sulking, grumpy Bucky, fluff, affection, boys in love, smitten Steve (more on AO3)

A/N: this includes a prompt I received for Stucky + trying to make the other character laugh

@buckybarnesevents Build-A-Bucky Bingo, fill: forehead kiss / @badthingshappenbingo fill: cradling someone in their arms / @lgbtqbingo fill: mating bites / @afgomegaversebingo fill: scent suppressants / @stuckybingo fill: AU: A/B/O / Gen Prompt Bingo, fill: honey / @hurtcomfort-bingo fill: comfort activity

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“Buck?” Steve called out as he arrived home, staring down at the string of ominous texts he’d received from his Omega earlier.  

My angel: You’re lucky you’re so hot. My angel: Bring chocolate My angel: 🥺

He toed off his shoes and walked towards their bedroom. Steve already knew Bucky wasn’t feeling well based on the TV show he heard playing. Pretty Little Liars, a comfort show of his.

Steve leaned against the door frame and gruffed out humorously, holding up the chocolate like they were engaged in some kind of hostage exchange, “I got the goods. Do you have the cash?”

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#fandom: marvel cinematic universe #prompt: comfort activity

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tedependent + accidental marriage please!

Thank you!

This isn't my favourite work, I struggled with it a lot unfortunately. Not sure if it's because I've not written for this pairing in a while. But I hope you like it regardless

Summary: A surprise in the mail leads to a difficult discussion for Ted, Trent and Henry.

Word Count: 1,256

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"Ted?” 

Trent called from the entryway, his voice laced with trepidation. A knot grew in his stomach, tightened with uncertainty and unease. 

From the kitchen came the gentle sounds of running water from the tap, intermingled with the telltale sounds of someone shuffling around the island. Trent could easily picture Ted, his sleeves rolled up past his elbows, flour dusting his face, wrestling with an unyielding dough that he heard hitting the work surface.

"Yeah?” Came Ted’s warm, Kansan twang.

"Did you actually read that form Henry had us sign?” Trent questioned, hesitant to voice his growing suspicion. 

"Ya mean the one he had us sign while I was weeping like a willow in a thunderstorm?” The American chuckled to himself, the sound reaching Trent’s ears fondly, despite the distance between them and the situation at hand. “Can’t say I did, sweetheart. Why?”

Trent swallowed hard.

"Well,” He began, his voice barely above a murmur as he entered the kitchen, “I don't think it was an adoption form.”

He couldn’t resist the urge to run his fingers over the thick edge of his warm knitted jumper a few times, an unconscious attempt to settle his growing nerves.

Silence fell upon the room. The dough Ted had been working was left to settle as his face scrunched, crows feet and laugh lines more prominent than ever. In any other situation, Trent would’ve found it hard not to lovingly smooth out the creases on his partner’s face, kissing away any sign of anything but contentment. 

Ted’s voice was devoid of its usual lightness as he broke the silence.

"What do you mean it wasn't an adoption form?”

Trent took a shaky breath, holding out the form towards Ted’s still sticky hand, the dough and flour drying uncomfortably between the coach’s fingers. 

"Well,” The paper hung heavy between them, the weight of it suddenly felt overwhelming in Trent’s grip. “It’s a marriage licence, Ted.”

An audible gasp left Ted’s lips, followed by another quieter one as he finally took the paper from Trent’s extended hand, reading over the impossible words. 

"Henry?” Ted’s voice boomed from the kitchen, as loud as it would be if he were standing at Nelson Road calling in the team from practice, only laced with a hint of controlled anger and the ever-present sense of confusion that seemed to wash over the afternoon.

Henry, who appeared far quicker than he should have since both men assumed he was still in his bedroom, shuffled into the kitchen. His lower lip was caught between his teeth as he feigned a smile,

“Yeah, Dads?”

“Nope, no sweet talking this time mister.” Ted’s voice was firm and unwavering. “Son, what form did you have us sign?”

Henry mumbled a barely audible response, his eyes darting from his father to Trent and back to the floor. 

"Henry."

"You guys are practically married anyway,” He mumbled just loud enough for the two men to hear him. “I was just giving you a little nudge." 

A faint smile pulled at the edges of Ted’s lips, quickly replaced with a stern expression. 

"Henry, son,” He said, a large hand landing on the boy’s shoulder, “that wasn't your decision to make. What if Trent had some big proposal planned?" Ted couldn’t help the gentle tease in his partner’s direction. "Or what if we just didn't wanna get married again?" 

Henry’s eyes welled lightly with the telltale sign of tears about to spill, “I’m sorry, Dad.” His voice cracked, “I just thought you’d be happy. It’s your anniversary soon, and…”

Ted knelt before his son, who was tall enough now that the action left the boy almost a head above him. 

"I know, bud. We appreciate the thought. It shows us how much you care, and how happy you are for us. But next time, let's talk about the big life decisions together, alright?”

Henry nodded, wiping his eyes with a quiet sniffle.

"I'm sorry, Trent.” He mumbled, his voice still thick with shame and now wet with tears. 

The silence stretched uncomfortably, heavy with the weight of yet unspoken emotions. Finally, Trent spoke, his voice hoarse as he fought against the burning behind his own eyes. 

"You didn't want me to adopt you?” 

His question hung in the air, years of insecurities weighing down the words. Ted met Trent’s gaze, his own filled with remorse and understanding. This wasn’t about marriage, he realised with a start, this was about something so much deeper. 

Ted glanced at his son, who stood fidgeting between them both, his own eyes steadfastly locked on the floor.

“That’s not it at all, Trent.” Ted said, his voice firm though laced with a newfound empathy. He placed the document on the table and turned to his son, his hand softly landing on Henry’s back, “Henry,” He prompted, an invitation for the truth. 

Henry, his face burning a deep red, looked up at the ex-journalist.

“I do want you to adopt me, Trent.” The boy insisted, “I swear I do. That’s the form I was lookin’ for, but then I saw the other one and you two are practically married already and I just thought…”

“You meant well, Henry. And we appreciate your enthusiasm, heck, we love you for it, kid.” Ted cupped his son’s cheek and a fond smile, “But you gotta think these things through before jumping straight in without talkin’ to us, alright?” His gaze flickered between Henry and Trent, “These sorts of things need to be discussed together, as a family.”

“I- I didn’t mean to make you sad, Trent.” Henry stammered, his eyes wide with the desperate need to make Trent understand, “I just wanted it to be really official.” He emphasised, “You know, officially my dad and officially dad’s husband.”

The weight of Henry’s words settled on Trent like a physical blow. The pure yearning in the boy’s voice mirrored his own thoughts, thoughts he’d kept under lock and key since the very moment he’d admitted his feelings towards Ted after too many years of pining. 

“You know it’s not about a piece of paper though, Henry. It’s about what it signifies.” Trent glanced over at Ted, whose gaze was locked onto his own, then back to the boy in front of him. “We both love you. Adoption, married or neither. It’s unconditional.” 

“I just wanted everything to be perfect.” Henry whispered, eyes trained on the floor.

A small smile upturned the corner of Trent’s lips.

“Perfection isn’t real, Henry.” He said gently, “But what we have,” He added, looking at the two American’s that had both taken a starring role in his life, “that’s pretty close.”

He reached out, placing a hand on Henry’s head and ruffling his hair softly. The boy leaned into the touch just a little, a flicker of hope building in his eyes.

“And we can talk about it.” Trent continued, looking over the boy’s head at Ted, “About adoption, about…everything.”

Ted nodded, relief washing over him like a tidal wave. “We can,” He agreed, his voice thick with emotion yet again. “And this time,” He added, his eyes dropping to Henry’s, “we’ll do it together, as a family.”

The silence that followed was different now, lighter, filled with the tentative promise of what the future held for them all. Ted came closer, letting himself lean against Trent’s side. His still sticky fingers kept dutifully away from both his partner and son. Feeling the soft press of lips to his forehead, Ted closed his eyes, a smile curling his lips.

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#fandom: ted lasso #prompt: forehead kisses

[hurtcomfort-bingo]

hows it going? any update??

Hello Anon!

Things have been going great! Contrary to what my queue currently looks like, I have been managing to get out HCB cards today. The current cards being sent out are Flash Cards (1x5), and Mini Cards (3x3).

My queue won't reflect this since it is sorted by the order of who requested, so your timing is perfect!

Also, to let everyone know, I will unfortunately be skipping your request if I am unable to contact you through Tumblr, Discord, or Email. Super sorry for this, since it has been a while since you initially signed up and I was unable to keep up.

That should be all! Make sure to check your Tumblr, Discord, and Email in case I already sent in your card, thank you and have a great day!

#customer service

[hurtcomfort-bingo]

So what exactly is your bingo card? Is it prompts? Imagines?

Hello Anon!

The HCB bingo card is filled with all sorts of prompt formats, but most commonly general scenarios, tropes, one-word prompts, and actions. (I do not have dialogues or other formats for the moment, but may consider adding them in the future.)

These prompts cover the genres "Hurt" (which may include angst, whump, and other similar genres), "Comfort" (fluff, etc), and of course, "Hurt and Comfort". You can opt to have your card be any of the three.

It is available in three forms: a Flash Card (1x5), a Mini Card (3x3), and a regular 5x5.

I guess this sums up most of the general information about the HCB!

Have a nice day!

#customer service