#lots of comfort

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Aaron Hotchner X Daughter Reader

Request: Hi! could I request a fic where theres a killer that goes after 13-16 year old girls with brown hair and thats Hotchners daughters age and description. She somehow gets taken and when they find her she is like tied to a chair or somthing and Hotch thinks she got SA but she does not! But he goes all dad mode and morgan scoops her up in a blanket lots of comfort!!!

Third person pov...

It happened so fast that even Y/N had trouble remembering what happened. She rememberd she had jsut said good bye to her Dad and was on her way to school.

Her dad had been worried, There was a killer on the loose, targeting young girls between the ages of thirteen to sixteen with brown hair. The victims were always found tied to a chair, brutally beaten and traumatized.

Aaron was a part of the team assigned to the case and it hit too close to home. His own daughter fit the description of the victims, making him even more desperate to catch the killer.

The man had been weary about letting his daughter out, but realised he could keep her under lock and key, she had her life to live and had to go to school.

The 14 year old was casually walking to school, her bag on her back and happy walking in the sun, she passed by a suspicious car.

The instant she did she felt the persons eyes on her, it heightened her anxiety but she kept on walking to school. Slowly she got out her phone from her pocket and began tapping on it.

A man then got out of said car, he was tall, kept his head down, he began to follow the teen. Y/N looked behind her every few seconds while tapping on her phone.

She was planning to text her dad and began walking quicker, she heard the man walk faster to catch up with her.

The brown haired girl taps her Dads contact and begins typing, they had a code word for incidents like this she had to be quick.

DADDIO

Y/N

Ech

"Hey there" comes voice from behind the girl scaring her. She turns quickly and hides her phone, the teen looks up it was the guy following her.

She stared at the man, not saying a word. This made the man angry, Y/N saw grit his teeth slightly, she then inches away slightly from him.

The guy keeps a friendly smile on his face as he looks at the young girl. "Sorry for scaring ya. Just wanted to ask if you could tell me where the library is?" He asks the girl, Y/N relaxes slightly, her legs tense she was ready to run if the guy posed as a threat.

She looks at the time on her phone her message to her dad still open. Once seeing the time she looks back up. "Sorry can't help you I'm running late for school" she says to the man soundly apologetic.

She turns to run but her wrist is grabbed, the mans grip was hard and it was painful. Y/N tried to wretch her arm away but it only made the grip on her wrist tighten, he was twisting her wrist a way it shouldn't go.

Tears at the corner of her eyes she tried to yell for help but one look from the guy said 'you scream and I break it' so she kept her mouth shut, with her hand gone she uses her other to try and text behind her back.

She taps on her phone suddenly it falls from her grip. Looking at the ground I  horror her phones screen was horribly cracked, she jsut hoped she was able to send the message.

The man then begins dragging her to his car, unlucky for her know one was around to see her being dragged off. Suddenly everything went black.

With Hotch...

Aaron Hotchner had just arrived at the office after seeing his children off to school, he sighs as he walks into the Bullpen.

The others had already arrived and were standing around Reids desk. Hearing his phone go off he gets it out, upon lookomg at the screen his face goes pale.

Gideon who was walking towards the man noticed the man face instantly and was worried. "Hotch? What's wrong?" He asks the man, drawing the attention off the team.

Soon they all surrounded their unit chief. The man had an iron grip on his phone, his eyes never leaving the screen. "Hotch, man tell us has something happened?" Asks Derek he taps the man's shoudler.

This seemed to jolt the man out of his frozen state. "Y/Ns in trouble" the team act, everyone gathering in the round table room.

Echo was there codeword for danger and Y/N and Jack knew they should knly use if for emergencies, Hotch knows Y/N would never abuse that rule.

Hotch pacing in the corner, Derek and Elle going over the evidence they have, Reid trying to form a geo plan of the unsubs comfort zone, JJ was on call with crime lab, Gideon ws thinking the evidence over while still calming down Hotch the man was wearing a hole into the floor.

"Hotch, you have to stay calm, we need you at your best to find Y/N" reasoned Gideon, the man managed to get the worried man to claim down slightly, he stopped pacing but tapped his finger against his leg instead

"Anything yet?" He asks impatiently. The team all shakes their heads, the man impatience grows as they work. Suddenly JJ gets a call. "Yes hello this is Agent Jareau, you have something" her voice gains the attention of the others.

"They found where Y/N had been taken" she explains to them Hotch visibly relaxes. Then JJs face goes worried. "What's wrong JJ?" Questions the man his anxiety on edge.

JJ thanks the person and ends the call. "Im sorry Hotch, all they could find was her phone. The screen had been smashed" she tells the worried Dad.

Hotch freezes. "What" he whispers as the team watch him.

With Y/N...

The 13 year old was in a dark room, stripped off her skirt and shirt, only in her shorts (she wears under skirts) and her tank top on. Shivers rack her naked body.

Either fear or the cold she didn't know, shivering she slowly looked around her head in pain from the punch she got from the man, she tried to move only her legs and wrist where tied to the cold uncomfortable chair she was on.

"Someone help me,please" she whispers to herself, she wants her dad, she wants to be home and in her dad's arms. "Daddy" she sobs to herself, suddenly a door is opened.

A bright light comes from a staircase she just realised, tears running down her face she sees the man from before walking down and coming towards her.

Shaking again she tries to move the chair away from the freak, she aches to be able to kick the man in the goods. " No go away leave me alone" she shouts to him, the man had a frightening look on his face.

As he got closer Y/N saw something shimmer in the light, it was a knife. E/C eyes widened in terror, her wiggling increased. "No no get away! Daddy daddy!" To her luck footsteps are heard upstairs.

She screams louder hoping to draw their attention to the basement. "Daddy daddy down here hurry" the man gabbed her face harshly to stop her from screaming.

The damage was done "let the girl go you son of a bitch!" Yells a very familiar voice, it was Derek Morgan one of Y/Ns uncle. E/C eyes once again fill with tears at the sight of her Dads team.

She sees the horrified looks on Elle, Gideon and Derek faces as the creep puts the knife against her throat, his face still covering her mouth.

Behind them she sees her Dad his face is angry, he wasn't happy. Taking a chance she bites the man hard, with a cry he let's her go but shoves the girl away making her fall back hitting her head on the wall.

Vision swimming she hears a gunshot, the creeps body falls next to her, muffled shouts are heard, before long she was being untied, then picked up by someone, recognising the scent she realises it was Derek.

She wraps her aching arms around his neck tightly as he wraps her in many blankets, sobbing loudly he tries to comfort her.

Derek rubs the girls back as Hotch gets a few punches in on the Unsub, he hated how long it to them to find him and save Y/N.

The traumatized girl continues to cry as Derek comforts her, once Gideon finally pulled Hotch off the Unsub the man remembers his daughter and goes to her.

Feeling guilty about not comforting her first, Derek puts the girl in his arms and walks away, Hotch shushes and bounces Y/N in his arms.

"Your safe now baby, its Daddy" he comforts, her Y/N continues to cry happy she was saved. "Dad your here your here" she cries Hotch just hugs her tightly not letting her go. "I'm here baby" he whispers.

The end!

Long one for this request.

Hope you liked this oneshot, so sorry for the wait of updating, I've been busy with classes. As usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1610

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[thehusbandoden]

More Than Life Itself -Dabi x Reader | Alternative Ending to Burnt

A/n: I was feeling super soft at the end if you couldn't tell lol

I have school in the morning, I should get to bed.. but I'm so freaking inspired rn. I'll probably just fall sleep writing again.

Does anyone even read this? Am I talking to myself?

Wouldn't be the first time 😶

General info:

Genre: comfort- lots of comfort/angst to fluff (ish) \\ wc: 1,099\\ posted: 01/10/2024

Warnings!: (Please just trust me. Y/n doesn't just let him get away with it, but I don't want to spoil it lol). Crying, regret, mentions of toxicity, mentions of manipulation and gaslighting, Dabi's real name, hints of Dabi's past/backstory, flinching, slight self hatred, a slight mention of physical abuse, and slight self doubt! I think that's it, please tell me if I miss anything! <33 (anon in my ask box is turned on for my shy readers ;3)

Part One- Burnt (pure angst)

You broke down sobbing as Dabi closed the door. You knew that this was for the best, and what he did was completely not okay, but that was the love of your life. Your one and only. Your soulmate. Your partner. Your beloved. Your first; and you were hoping your last.  

Yes, he could be toxic- okay. He was toxic frequently. He would yell, insult, manipulate and gaslight you. He would get jealous and possessive; and leave for months on end without a single word.  

He would break your heart; only to come back and repair it with his soft compliments, not only manipulating you into forgetting about it; but gaslighting you as he changed the story. Making himself look better.  

And you played along. Because his warm hands caressing your arms, shoulders, cheeks, and head were too loving. The way he kissed your forehead, whispering to you how beautiful you are felt too real. The way he would treat you outside of the bad times felt too... perfect. 

Your beloved Touya wasn’t all bad. He could be an amazing partner... half of the time. One thing you were- and are- grateful for is the fact that no matter how nasty, toxic, and straight up mean he can be; he has –and never will- cheat. It goes against everything he despises. He won’t do it. 

As you remember all the good times tears streamed down your face, sliding to your chin before falling onto your hand. Sobs echoed through the room as you held yourself. Rocking back and forth, you faintly hear someone calling your name. Roling your eyes, you flip the front door of your apartment off.  

No way you were letting that d-bag in. As he continues to call your name you scoff. Standing up, you head towards the door. Grasping the handle, you slam the door open.  

Right as you were about to say something you were- 

-abruptly awoken out of your slumber. You jolt awake, looking around in alarm. Dabi held your shoulders in worry, his turquoise eyes holding no recollection of the past argument.  

“Doll? What’s wrong, Babygirl?” Dabi cooed, pressing his knuckle below your eye, catching your tears. You flinch back from his touch. His eyes widen, and he pulls away.  

“S-sweetheart...” he murmured, his gorgeous orbs moving to the floor. You stare at him, tears still streaming down your face. He moved his eyes to focus on yours. “Baby what happened? Please tell me... I’m worried.” Dabi murmured.  

You shook with sobs as you stared at your beloved. His perfectly framed face held no hint of the malice it had before. His eyes were full of concern, love, and even hurt from your flinching 

“I-I had a nightmare.” You whisper, slowly melting into his touch. 

“A nightmare?” Dabi whispered, slowly brushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.  

You nod, whimpering ever so softly. Your heart ached at the vivid images of your nasty argument, physical abuse, and break up.  

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dabi whispered, pressing a long kiss to your forehead, holding your jaw gently, stroking your soft skin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”  

“I- I...” tears slipped down your cheeks. Dabi’s calloused thumbs caught them, wiping them away. You take a deep breath. “C-can you hold me against your chest? I-I don’t want you to look at me...”  

Dabi gently pulled you to his chest the second you asked him to; you didn’t even have to finish your request. He caressed your head, cheeks, shoulders and arms, whispering sweet things to you and kissing your forehead. “Of course, Babygirl. Take your time.”  

After a few minutes you take a deep breath before slowing replaying your traumatizing nightmare. Dabi slightly stiffened but didn’t interrupt. As you re-laid how your argument progressed and how he ended up burning you, his grip tightened, cradling you to his chest as his jaw clenched in fury.  

Yes, he knows that it was a nightmare. And yes, he knew that he didn’t actually do it- and that he would never hurt you like that.  

But he couldn’t help but be angry at himself. Angry that he theoretically hurt you, that you were crying because of it. 

He was silent as you finished your account. As you finished, he gave the both of you time to process your words. After a few minutes, he gently titlted your chin up, staring into your gorgeous eyes, the windows to your soul. He caressed your cheeks and jaw, his turquoise eyes filled with un-wilting love and endless affection.  

“Y/n, my love-” he whispered, pausing to let the words sink in. “-I will, and would never do that to you. I swear to you on my life, I. Will. Not. Hurt. You.”  

His words were filled with unwavering confidence. He pressed gentle kisses to your cheeks, kissing your tears away. “I would rather die than hurt you like that. Ever- for any reason.” He whispered, cupping your cheeks with his calloused yet gentle hands.  

Your breath hitched in your throat at the obvious truth in his eyes, telling you that he was dead serious. After a few seconds tears ran down your cheeks yet again. You closed your eyes, leaning in ever so slightly; telling him that you were well enough for him to kiss you. 

Dabi slowly leaned in, pressing his lips to yours sweetly. Dabi rarely kissed you so gently, taking his time to tell you how much he absolutely adored you. He kissed you until you gently pulled away, needing air.  

Smiling, Dabi leaned his forehead against yours. “I love you, so much; and trust me baby when I say: I am truly sorry.”  

You replied a few tender moments later. “For what?” Your voice was low and hoarse.  

“For making you cry... for making you feel so- however you’re feeling.”  

“Baby... you didn’t do anything...” you frown slightly, though his innocence was endearing.  

“But I’m a broken man... I could totally see me being so... destructive... you must have been worrying about that- or I don’t know... you deserve so much better, my sweet girl.”  

`“Baby, please don’t say that. You are not broken. You have been hurt, really hurt, but you aren’t broken. The mind is a funny thing, but I can assure you: you are exactly what I need and want. I love you, with all of my heart.”  

If Dabi physically could, he would be tearing up. He pulls you into another kiss, slowly stroking your hair. “I love you too... more than life itself.”

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Dabi's masterlist | Part One- Burnt (pure angst) | Navigation | Masterlist | Tip Jar <;3

Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated <33

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[truths33k3r4]

The Strength in Weakness Masterpost

Have you ever wondered why you were made the way you are? Why you were designed with nervous ticks, bad habits you can't break, or even.. a body you never wanted?

These are questions that plague the minds of 5 teenage mutant turtles.

" Why can't I be normal?? " " Why do I have unique physical limitations that no one else has to deal with? "

" .... WHY AM I LIKE THIS? "

Follow Leonardo, Raphael, Donatello, Michelangelo, and Lotus as they learn how to help each other through their quirks, trauma, and especially - their WEAKNESSES.

To God be the glory!!

~ CHAPTERS ~

A Stranger in Our Home

Always There to Catch You

Awake and CONFUSED

'Signs' of Life

Raph's Bad Student

The 'Subject' at Hand

Leo's Promise

Hidden Scars

Melodious Mirth

A Dangerous Game

A Steady Hand and a Racing Heart

Trying

A Prick and a Pull

Ghost of Her Past

A Leader's Nightmare

Facing Faults and Facts

IQ vs EQ

The Fight He Can't Win

Silent Connections

Concealed Concern

Lost Control

Make Him Make Sense

Laughter Doeth Good

Hard Words to Swallow

Grieving Cadence

Blurs and Pixels

Specter

An Un-Sound Mind

Beginning of Their Nightmares

#tmnt #tmnt au #my version of tmnt!! #The Strength in Weakness #SIW Leo #SIW Raph #SIW Don #SIW Mikey #SIW Lotus #hurt/comfort #Lots of hurt #LOTS of comfort #Medic Leo #needles #syringes #fainting #sickness #injuries #whump #Biblical Principles #tw capture #tw held captive #tw drugged #tw blood

[batboysoneshots]

Crowbar (Angst)

Summary: Jason gets a flash back from being tortured by the Joker, he is stuck in the flashback until Bruce snaps him out of it.

Some Jason angst.

Third person pov...

Jason was out on patrol as Red Hood and was fighting some assholes who tried to beat up some street kids, Red Hood heard their screams and came running to help.

The alleyway was dark, atleast 6 men stood infront of a group of three kids all younger than 13 cowering together to keep safe, jsut as one of men grab the arm of the younger kid Red Hood jumped down from the roof.

Using the sides of the buildings he leaped from side to side and landed on the back of the man. "What the fu-" He was knocked out before he would finish his words.

"Run kids!" Yelled Jason, the rest of the men stand against the Red Hood and charge at the anti-hero.

He doesn't use his guns on the men since children were present, as he knocked out the last guy he heard a horribly familiar sound.

*Scraaaaape*

It was made by a crowbar, one of the attackers he hadn't knocked out enough picked it up. Jason frozen eyed widening breath uneven as he was thrown back into his mind if the horrible day.

Suddenly he was 15 years old, still Robin and locked in the warehouse, being tortured by the Joker. He was tied to a chair ropes digging into his wrists and feet.

He couldn't feel his legs, the coldness of thr warehouse had already seeped into his skin tremors racked his beaten and bruised body.

His body was in pain and head ached, then that horrible laughter appeared making him shake harder, he was almost rattling the chair as he heard the sound of his nightmares, it got louder and louder and louder!

"-ason..."

"-ason... it's... uce...!"

"-on... um ..."

Suddenly his helmet was gone, the claustrophobic feeling was removed his breathing was better, he started to come back to his senses, warm rough hands covered his ears and cupped his face gently as if cradling a baby.

"Jason, its Bruce! Come on Chum"

"Breath for me" Jason took a deep breath and let it put slowly, he could feel his heart beating normally again as the flash back finished.

As his vision cleared he saw the person who snapped him out of his flashback, the black figure was blurry but he saw blue eyes, calm but worried blue eyes.

'Who was worried about me ?' He thought, then the figures body came into focus a big black bat on the chest of the person helped him remember.

"Bruce" he whispers in a horse voice, he must of been screaming he realised, Bruce's eyes softened even more at his voice. "It's okay Jaylad, I'm here" his voice rumbled comforting Jason as his panic attack subsided.

Finding comfort in the hands cupping his face he relaxed against Bruce finding the man's Cape and finders it, the material comforting, he's loved playing with the batman Cape since he was a child it felt comforting to him.

Breathing deeply he put his ear on the man heart. *thump thump thump* the sound helped the teen come to his senses again. "B where-" "-We're in the alleyway son, you saved those children, they are safe because of you" explained the man.

Jason sighed he was glad they were okay. "Good, why you here?" He askes the man, slurring his words, he felt like jelly.

Bruce froze slightly then relaxed his shoulder and rubbed his sons back comfortingly. "The heart monitor in your suit became to high, I got worried and came looking for you, when I arrived there were a pile of knocked out men on the floor, you were curled up by the wall shaking and screaming-"

Bruce paused, took a deep brath then squeezed the boy in his arms as if remembering he was okay.

Jason squeezed back. "Oh" he mumbled. "I'm sorry I couldn't save you before Jaylad, I regret it I've regretted it every day since you died" The emotion in the man's voice threw Jason.

'He was worried about me' he thought voice in his head conflicting him with his feelings about the stoic man. "Itsokay B, your here now" he mumbles against the man's chest, Bruce hugged him closer.

Jason struggled with his next words. "I-i want to try being a family again, w-with you B" he almost whispered hoping the man heard him. "Really" the question threw him. "I do, I want to try, if you will try to" he says the man pulls him back.

Jason almost pouts at the lost of contact. Bruce's eyes are wide with emotion. "I want to try, I want to be a family with you Jaylad" he says to the teen, Jason pulls his lips into his signature grin.

"Great old man, let's get back to the cave" he says staggering as he stands, Bruce was there in second supporting his weight as he stood.

"Let's get home" the two vigilantes walk together to the Batmobile, they will try and this time it will work.

The end!

Hope you liked this, very angst hope I got the characters and emotions right, always love me some angst lol sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open f!

Word count: 900

#batboys #batman #bruce wayne #oneshot #batman fanfiction #family #jason todd #crowbar #tw torture #panic attack #angst #lots of angst #family bonding #father son #jason todd is red hood #joker #trauma #batman being a dad #comfort #lots of comfort

[faecaptainofdreams]

Sylvia (cuddly form) in a hot bath with Wander to wind down and relax before bed, following the events of the hospital arc 🥰

#wander over yonder #woy #wander and sylvia #hurt/comfort #lots of comfort #sylander #platonic sylander

[steveshairychest]

I don't have a good feeling about S5, especially since they said a lot of people won't be happy with the ending. Let's just make our own ending and pretend whatever the doofenshmirtz brothers come up with is a bad fan theory.

#there will be lots of homosexual kissing #and comfort #lots of comfort #and will byers will be wrapped up in a blanket and kept safe #stranger things #st4 vol2 #stranger things s4

[celticwolf55]

Chapters: 15/30 Fandom: Wednesday (TV 2022) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Wednesday Addams/Enid Sinclair, Morticia Addams & Enid Sinclair, Gomez Addams & Enid Sinclair, Pugsley Addams & Enid Sinclair, Pubert Addams & Enid Sinclair Characters: Pubert Addams, Wednesday Addams, Lurch (Addams Family), Morticia Addams, Yoko Tanaka, Enid Sinclair, Esther Sinclair (Wednesday), Pugsley Addams, Gomez Addams, Thing (Addams Family), The Addams Family (Addams Family), Joel Glicker Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, Falling In Love, Protective Wednesday Addams, Protective Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair Gets a Hug, Enid Sinclair is Soft for Wednesday Addams, Oblivious Enid Sinclair, Enid Sinclair Loves Wednesday Addams, Wednesday Addams Loves Enid Sinclair, Family Reunions, Good Parents Gomez Addams and Morticia Addams, Protective Morticia Addams, Wednesday Addams is Bad at Feelings, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Scenting, Mates, Angst with a Happy Ending, Underage Drinking, Slow Burn, Wednesday Addams is in Denial, Oblivious Wednesday Addams, Addams Family Curse, First Kiss, Kiss Kiss Fall in Love, Girls Kissing, Angst and Hurt/Comfort Series: Part 1 of Fake It Till You Make It Summary:

"I regret that I must ask for your assistance on a personal matter." Wednesday stated, slowly sitting down beside Enid on her colourful bed.

"Are you okay?" Enid asked, suddenly filled with concern.

"I am fine, but I appreciate your concern. However, I was hoping you might accompany me to my family reunion over the school break at the manor?” Wednesday asked.

“I’m flattered. But I feel like there’s more to this request.” Enid replied, eyebrows furrowing slightly.

“Impressive. You’ve been picking things up from me. Yes, your intuition is correct. My motives for asking are not entirely pure. My family has been pestering me regarding a paramore, and I cannot suffer through another family reunion with inane questions regarding when I will find a partner. Therefore, I was hoping you’d assist me with a ruse by pretending to be my girlfriend.”

“G-girlfriend?!” Enid stuttered in disbelief.

“Yes. Would that be something you’d be willing to assist me with?” Wednesday asked, cautiously hopeful she’d agree as Enid was the person she trusted the most to achieve this ruse successfully. ------------------------------------------------ Chapters come out every Wednesday

#wednesday and enid #wednesday fanfic #wednesday addams #wednesday fandom #wenclair #wenclair fanfic #wenid #fan fic #fanfic #fan fic update #fake dating #idiots in love #idiots in denial #wlw #wlw fanfic #sapphic #lgbtq #enid sinclair #some angst #lots of comfort

[silvfyre-writings]

Ranpo's Bad Day (BSD Fanfic)

This is a short fic (that's actually a vent fic) because I had a terrible day at work, and well apparently, my way of coping is to torment poor Ranpo. Sorry, Ranpo!

May you enjoy this short sweet and painful fic and feel free to leave a like if you liked it!

Until next time!

Ranpo had had a bad day.

Correction, he’s had an awful day.

He’d woken up ten minutes before his day at the Agency was set to begin, and while Fukuzawa was rather lenient on what time they came to the office—provided it was reasonable and that they actually came to the office of course—he’d started to get annoyed with Ranpo’s consistent late starts and had scolded him for it. That had annoyed Ranpo, because there’d never been a problem with what time he started, and besides, if they needed him, they could just call him. And he’d tried to say that, but Fukuzawa had been firm, telling him that he needed to set an example for the younger members of the Agency since he was the oldest member, so Ranpo had reluctantly agreed.

It wasn’t that he was still sleeping when he was supposed to start work, it was just that he couldn’t be bothered leaving the dorms until he had to, which just to happened to be a couple of hours after his shift started.

But yes, Ranpo had woken up late that morning, taken one look at the time and thrown himself out of bed, only throwing on pants and a shirt before racing out the door. He’d been late, because of course he had. All it had taken was one wrong turn, and he’d gone from being a few minutes to late to over an hour.

He’d received a lot of looks from his co-workers as he’d dashed into the office, but he was grateful when they didn’t say anything, going back to their work instead. Ranpo had sat at his desk, pulled his work towards him, and figured that was that and that the day would go by as normal.

He couldn’t have been more wrong.

First, he’d started to doze off, so he’d gone to get himself a coffee from the café downstairs to try and wake himself up, only to run straight into that waitress friend of Atsushi’s and send the both of them crashing to the floor… along with the tray of hot coffee that she’d been carrying. Fortunately, the girl hadn’t been hurt in the fall. Unfortunately, Ranpo had; ceramic cups smashed against the floor, and hot coffee went all over him, leaving him with a few minor injuries.

The owner had apologized profusely, well tried to at least, but Ranpo had quickly excused himself and raced back upstairs, facing—and skin—burning red in embarrassment. He pinned it on his already bad day for making him so clumsy, and resounded to not leave the office until he was supposed to clock off for the day. Thankfully, Yosano had been in the office, taken one look at him and whisked him away to patch him up, and with a few bandages and a new shirt, he was back at his desk, working away.

Second, he’d run out of snacks by the time lunch had come around, and no one had been available to take him out for a quick snack run, so he’d had to sit there at his desk, tired and hungry, and unable to focus. Ranpo ended up spinning in his chair, ignoring Kunikida as the younger man tried to get him to do some work at least until Atsushi had taken pity on him and shared his lunch with him. It was only then that Ranpo had been able to get back to work, even though he was still hungry—he hadn’t wanted to take all of Atsushi’s lunch, not when the boy was finally eating regular meals without feeling sorry for himself.

The day had improved a little after that, and Ranpo had started to think that maybe, just maybe, he could get through his shift today without anything else going wrong. So naturally, the moment he’d thought that, cases had rolled in all of a sudden, overwhelming the office to the point that he’d had no choice but to solve them all; he could’ve just sat there and watched as his co-workers floundered and flailed about, but it just didn’t seem right for them all to have a bad day, so he’d stepped in and taken care of it.

Had it left him feeling overwhelmed and ready to crumble? Absolutely.

But seeing everyone’s grateful faces when the workload had finally died down had been enough for him to keep any and all complaints to himself. The workday was nearly over anyway; all he had to do was survive the next three hours and then he could go home.

Which brought him to the final moment, the moment that had truly made his day go from bad to awful in the blink of an eye; being called to Fukuzawa’s office. Ranpo hadn’t known what to expect when he’d been summoned, since usually, the older man would just talk to him in the main office; rarely was he called to Fukuzawa’s office specifically. That was how he knew it was bad.

And it was.

Apparently, he’d offended a police officer the last time they’d called him for help, and that officer had just called to complain to Fukuzawa about it. So Ranpo stood there, in Fukuzawa’s office, listening to the same lecture he’d heard several times in his life since he’d been taken in by Fukuzawa, about watching what he said to others, and that he needed to treat others with the same respect they showed him, otherwise people would stop coming to him for help. Ranpo continued to listen and nod, his eyes starting to sting—not from the words being spoken to him, but from the expression on Fukuzawa’s face.

Disappointment.

It was the expression he hated the most, and in his current state, after the day he’d had, it was the final straw. The stinging grew stronger, and he felt it when the first tears ran down his cheeks. That had been enough for Fukuzawa to cut himself off, expression changing from disappointment to concern in the blink of an eye.

Great. He thought, as the tears began to come that much faster. Ranpo opened his mouth then to try and reassure Fukuzawa that everything was fine, that he was fine, but if there was one thing he and Fukuzawa had never needed, it was words, and before he knew it, Ranpo found himself being wrapped up in gentle arms that had kept him afloat for the past twelve years. Fukuzawa didn’t say anything as Ranpo hid his face, just continued to stand there, and hold him whilst Ranpo tried to get it together.

Ranpo pulled away after several minutes and wiped his eyes.

“Go home, Ranpo.” Fukuzawa said, the concern still on his face as he placed a hand on Ranpo’s shoulder.

Ranpo shook his head. “But work—”

“Work can wait. You need to take care of yourself first.” Fukuzawa interrupted before Ranpo could even begin to argue. “Everyone has bad days, Ranpo, so don’t force yourself when you are going through one yourself.”

He waited a moment before responding, letting out a heavy sigh as he nodded. “Okay.”

And that was how he found himself, not back at his own place, but someone else’s that was quickly becoming his second home. He’d already texted beforehand, letting the person inside know he was on the way, and knocked upon arrival. Ranpo could hear shuffling from inside while he waited, before the door opened, and he didn’t even give the person time to greet him before he threw himself into open arms.

To his credit, Poe didn’t even flinch as he caught Ranpo in his arms, able to quickly deduce what was going on. His eyes fell to the bandage on Ranpo’s hand, and he’d noticed the way his partner’s eyes were red with unshed tears that he was so desperately trying to hide from him. Not to mention that Ranpo was here on a workday when he usually preferred to remain at the Agency dorms as to avoid the long commute. Poe tightened his grip around Ranpo, drawing the other as close as he could as they stood in the doorway, burying his own face into the crown of Ranpo’s head. “Bad day at work?”

Ranpo nodded, and relaxed into the warmth that was Poe. The stinging in his eyes had returned, brought on by the fact he was being held so gently, and that Poe was Poe—a calming and sturdy presence in a sea of wild emotions and a vengeful world. Poe was always there for him when the day’s got hard, never judging, and somehow making everything seem so much better after being in his presence for just a few minutes.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Poe asked him, pulling back from their embrace enough to look Ranpo in the eyes, one hand coming to rest against Ranpo’s cheek, and—and—

Ranpo began to cry.

Poe’s mouth dropped open slightly as the tears began to fall in earnest, but he reacted quickly, dragging Ranpo inside enough so that he could close the door, hiding the both of them from the world as they sank to the ground; Poe leaning against the wall as Ranpo lay crumpled against him, sobbing into his chest. “It’s alright.” Poe whispered as one hand came up to clutch at the back of Ranpo’s head, providing a much needed shield from the world. “It’s alright.”

The tears wouldn’t stop, but somehow, Ranpo managed to speak, brokenly managing to tell Poe about everything that had gone wrong with his day from the moment he’d woken up until the moment that Fukuzawa had told him to go home. All the while, Poe continued to hold him and listen as he spoke, letting out the occasional hum to show that he truly was listening. And when Ranpo was done ranting, and when the tears finally began to slow, Poe raised his hands and lifted Ranpo’s head to meet with his own.

Poe smiled and pressed his lips to Ranpo’s forehead. “It’s alright.” He said for the third time.

And Ranpo believed him.

It would be alright.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #ranpoe #bsd fanfic #edogawa ranpo #edgar allan poe #fukuzawa yukichi #fukudad #hurt/comfort #comfort #lots of comfort #writing #fanfic

[fe-fictions]

Good day/night! :]

Might you have some spare Henry crumbs laying around? I've been on a crowman high lately and you write him so well! <3

(Here's some Henry taking care of a sick wife and baby!!!)

The family had taken a brief, albeit very fun and relaxing, trip in Plegia. Morgan being only eight months old certainly made things interesting. Having the whole family there to enjoy the beauty of Plegia outside war time was fun.

Plus, you were both Plegians, so it was nice to learn about your roots.

It was a magical time. Or at least, it would have been. You woke up the morning after you came home and found yourself unable to get out of bed.

You had a fever, your head was pounding, and you were a snotty mess of misery. Henry was amused until he heard baby Morgan bawling down the hall. You both caught, according to your husband, the Plegian swine flu.

No one was immune from it, not even sweet, innocent little blood bags like Morgan (Henry’s words, not yours).

So Henry quickly went from teasing you and being fascinated by how miserable you were to going into full-blown panic.

Like any disease, a baby catching it had a higher risk of complications. Most recover, Henry explained while frantically scribbling an urgent letter for Maribelle to tie to one of his crows, but itty bitty babies could suffer serious health problems.

Henry got to work on preparing you a bucket of cold water, a second bucket for the kerchiefs you would be blowing your nose into all day, and a third bucket in case you couldn’t keep your food down.

You didn’t.

“Gods, Henry- did you have to send that filthy animal to me? I’m literally down the block! It would take you fifteen minutes to-”

“Fifteen minutes is a waste of time! Morgan and Robin could be dead by then! And if it’s either of them, it’s no joke, nya ha!”

“Then why are you laughing?”

“It’s nervous laughter!” He chuckled again, though judging by how pale his face was, it seemed to be true. 

Maribelle simply scoffed and hurried to the bedroom, ready to treat her friend.

“Robin, darling! Oh, you look positively ghastly!” She gasped, drawing the mask over her mouth and nose. She pulled on her medical gloves, a stave at her side and a big pouch of herbs on her belt. “The Plegian swine flu is no joke...it’s very rarely found in Ylisse, but when it travels with you…”

“I-it’s a disaster.” You wheezed, not before you were overcome by coughing. “Anything y-you can do will be a welcome remedy.”

“Luckily for you, there’s nothing here that herbs and plenty of rest won’t fix. Now Morgan might be a little trickier, given his age...but we can at least get started with you.”

Maribelle was quick to send  Henry off to grind up the herbs, preparing some disgusting concoction guaranteed to get your body back to normal.

Presuming Henry could put it together.

“Now, when did you start to feel ill?”

“W-well, if I’m honest… It started around-”

Crash

“Ah, gods- I broke the cup!!”

“-The time we got home, last night. It was late-”

Smash

“The pestle’s shattered!!”

“-And I just thought I was tired, but...my head feels about the same as-”

Bang

“The herbs are everywhere!!”

“HENRY!!” Maribelle shouted out the door, “What in the gods’ names are you doing?!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make a mess!” Henry apologized, his voice shaky and unsure. “I-I just meant to help a bit, but it looks like I’m making things worse, nya ha!”

“Why don’t you come and sit,” Maribelle pinched  her brow, “Just settle down until you stop breaking things.” 

You watched as Henry wandered back into the bedroom, looking surprisingly pale and nervous. You had never quite seen him in such a way, before.

After all, it was always good times and weird vibes with your husband. Since when did he become the anxious type?

“I’ll be right back, Robin. I’ll get your medicine.”

“Give some to Morgan, first.” You asked, “I can wait.”

Maribelle nodded to you before taking off, leaving you alone with your husband who was bouncing his leg and fidgeting with his hands with a nervousness that you’d never seen before.

For a few moments, it was quiet, listening to the rhythmic, rapid tapping of his heel against the stone. Eventually, though, you would have to snap him out of it.

“Henry, a-are you all right?” You questioned as gently as you could. Henry started to nod, giving you a cracked, faux grin. Then he paused, his smile fell, and he shook his head.

“Well, if I’m honest? No. Not at all. I feel like I’m dying inside.” He admitted. “I mean, you’re sick, and so is Morgan! My two favorite living people! And there’s not a thing I can do about it- I mean, he’s just a baby, and we’ve only been back together for a year- I dunno. It scares me, y’know? Which is impressive! When’s the last time I’ve been genuinely scared, right! Nya ha ha!”

“There’s nothing to be scared of, Henry.” You tried to assure him. But he shook his head, folding his arms tightly.

“You don’t know that! All it takes is one thing to go wrong and it could be bye-bye wifey, or even bye-bye baby, and I...oh, I couldn’t handle that. Nope, not one bit.” 

It was certainly a reasonable concern. 

“Henry, sweetheart...come here.” You held your hand out to him, insisting he sit with you. You weren’t sure if it was the exhaustion or the pain that numbed your sense of worry, but you were far calmer than he was.

He took your hand, revealing trembling fingers. You squeezed it tightly, trying your best to comfort him despite your situation.

“Maribelle will take care of us. We’ll be okay, I’m sure.”

“But you can’t be sure!” He sighed shakily, “Anything can happen when it comes to Plegian flu. It can either be nothing at all, or really bad! And you never know until it happens. If something bad did happen to you or Morgan, I just...I don’t know what to do! You already told me I’m not allowed to re-animate either of you if you croak, so...I’m out of options!”

“I’m standing firm on that, just so you know.” You informed him with a soft smile, “But, Henry...there’s no value in worrying for worrying’s sake. W-we really shouldn’t be concerned with the unknown until it comes.”

“That’s easy for you to say, you’re not the one having to take care of both of you! What if I mess up?! What if I make it worse!! I already broke Maribelle’s mortar and pestle, there are herbs everywhere, a-and I just-”

“Henry,” You pressed a finger to his lips, “You’re overthinking.”

“B-but I just...I worry about you guys…”

“I know.” You beamed at him, stroking his cheek. “But please, try not to worry. We need to wait for Maribelle’s diagnosis, and we can go from there, okay? It’ll be easier if we take it a step at a time.”

“Gosh, Robin...how’re you able to stay so calm all the time?” He looked at you incredulously, “I’m about ready to pop out of my skin and just run around like a headless Risen!”

“Experience.” You laughed. 

Maribelle came in not long after, informing you both that the flu didn’t appear to be as bad as it could be. 

“Morgan should recover within the week, though we’ll need to make sure he receives two doses of medicine each day; one in the morning and one at night. Henry, you’ll have to make it for him each day- is that something you can handle? Or will I be making more visits this week?”

Henry shared a look with you, seeing your encouraging smile. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I can handle it, I promise!”

“Good. Morgan’s going to be counting on you. Robin, you should need more rest than anything else, but I’m recommending you take one dose each evening; it will help you sleep better, and it’s strong enough that it should hold you the next day.”

“That’s fine by me.” You agreed; the less disgusting, bitter herbs you had to ingest, the better.

“Your recovery time will be a bit longer than Morgan’s, though, judging by how you’re doing… I’d say two weeks at minimum; a month-and-a-half at most. Now if you want, I can have Lissa or Libra come and help take care of you, so that Henry can focus on caring for Morgan. Or, we can simply send Morgan off with a wet nurse while you’re here.”

“N-no, I-!” Henry interrupted before you could reply, putting a hand to his chest. “I can handle it, Maribelle! After all, if I can’t take care of my family, what kind of man would I be? Just a sad bag of bones and sinew! Not good for anything but crow food.”

Maribelle glanced over at you, looking for some sort of response. You knew she was still wary of Henry, especially now that she was out a very lovely mortar and pestle. But you were confident in his abilities.

“He can take care of us.” You told her, “I trust him.”

“Well...if you insist.” She conceded, earning a whoop from your husband- and an apology for it shortly after when he realized you weren’t to be around loud noises with your headache. “I’ll be coming to check up on you twice a week until you’re all better- until then, Henry, we’re counting on you!”

“You got nothin’ to worry about, Maribelle! We just take it a day at a time, and it’ll be great, nya ha!”

“Robin, if anything changes, or you need help...please don’t hesitate to call me or the other healers immediately.”

“I will.”

“I do mean anything, dear.”

“...I will.”

“If Henry does one thing wrong-”

“Hey!”

“I got it, Maribelle.” You chuckled, waving her away. “Thanks for your concern. We’ll be sure to call for you if we need anything. But I’m positive Henry will take care of us just fine.”

“You can bet your organs on it!” He grinned, giggling happily with his wife’s support. Maribelle gave him a long, hard look, but eventually took her leave. 

Henry was quick to move Morgan’s crib into the bedroom, guaranteeing that he could keep track of both of you and ensure you were both recovering nicely at the same time.

While it was heartbreaking listening to Morgan’s discomfort and those tiny baby coughs, it helped to see him improve day after day.

You did end up recovering about a week after Morgan, all thanks to Henry. He made sure to give you only the best. Most of all you were just thankful that none of you could get the Plegian swine flu ever again.

Especially since he bought Maribelle a replacement mortar and pestle that came from a questionable source, covered in animal bones and bird skulls and...you really didn’t know what corner of Hell he summoned them from.

At least there wouldn’t be another opportunity for him to break anything else of Maribelle’s, seeing as you wouldn’t be getting sick again.

You would take extra steps to ensure that just so he wouldn’t frighten Maribelle with another horrifying “gift”.

#henry #robin #morgan #fe 13 #fire emblem awakening #fe awakening #henbin #henry x robin #family fluff #fe fictions #fe-fictions #f!robin #fem!robin #f!mu #lots of comfort #good dad henry #doting father and sweetest husband #i love him so much

[icypantherwrites]

New Fanfiction: Snowdrop

Summary: Hanahaki (with a twist) AU — Keith retreats to his room following a complete disaster of a mission where under his leadership not only have members of his team been seriously hurt but people have died and all he can think of is how disappointed Shiro would be in him. And to make an already awful situation worse, the thoughts trigger his violent form of Hanahaki and as a result he’s slowly suffocating to death on flowers and blood all alone and knowing no one is going to find him until it’s too late. Except that isn’t the case. Because Lance is knocking outside his door.

#voltron #vld #keith #keith angst #keith whump #hurt keith #fanfiction #fanfic #icypanther #lance #protective lance #hanahaki #with a twist #not unrequited love #emotion #emotional hurt comfort #hurt comfort #comfort #lots of comfort #flowers #flower symbolism #Snowdrop

[hyperfixatedoncrimminalminds]

Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?

Spencer Reid x Teen Reader

Request: Maybe the teen (about 15 ish) daughter of an unsub who spencer is questioning about her unsub dad and there's clearly more that her dad is doing to her that she won't tell him about and maybe she gets a little clingy to spencer?

Third person pov...

Y/N walked into the police station, she had been called by thr sheriff to come in, they had some questions for her. They had been calling about her Dad all week.

Which of course made that his reason to beat her, accusing her of rating him out to the police, she promised him she never said anything of course he never listened.

Y/Ns father is the serial killer the police have been looking for, hes been kidnapping and murdering young girls who he finds annoying in some way for the past 6 months, a new one goes missing every week.

Y/N of course has witnessed every kill and kidnapping, the man was ruthless if he wasn't killing and making the girl watch, then he was abusing his daughter.

Still recovering from the beating she got jsut before she left the house the teen pulls at her clothes making sure her neck and wrists are covered.

Limping slightly she tells the receptionist who she is and they tell her the sheriff if waiting for her, giving the officer a smile she walks through the busy bullpen until she get to the sheriffs office.

Knocking on the door she walks in. "Hey there Y/N, glad you could come down" Says Sheriff Briest, he stands up and walks towards the teen, noticing how she steps back automatically.

The sheriff of course noticed, he had been called to the L/N residence alot over the years since Y/Ns Mum died, reports of crying and shouting coming from inside the house.

When questioned Mr L/N would tell them everything was okay and that Y/N was acting up, these lies continued all her life making the young girl seem like a troubled teenager who was rude and never listened to anyone.

Though the sheriff knew something was wrong he saw the signs and so did his officers but knowone was able to do anything about it as Y/N never told anyone not even when she was a kid.

Threat of death proved to be useful, Her Father would remind her what would happen should she tell anyone. "There's some people I want you to answer some questions for okay" Says the Sheriff.

Y/N freezes sightly as they walk into one of the briefing room that was usually unoccupied, but was now being used by a group of people. 'FBI' thought the girl instantly.

"Agent Hotchner, Y/N is here. Y/N these are the Behavioural Analysis Unit. They are here to help us find the killer" explained Sheriff Briest, Y/N doesn't look up at the people.

If she looked anyone in the eye she'd get beat again by her Father. She learnt that the hard way when she looked up at someone who was speaking to her Dad when she was 6. Since then she avoids eye contact.

"Hi" Says the teen looking at the shoes of the agents. "Hello Y/N, I'm Agent Hotchner these are Agents Jareau, Gideon, Morgan , Greenaway and Dr Reid" says polished black shoes.

"Nice to meet you" mutters Y/N, soon she is sitting in an interrogation room with Dr Reid. Nervously tapping her finger on the table she waits for the young Dr to walk in and ask her questions.

Minutes later the man walks in and sits down on the chair infront of her. After a few seconds of silence he speaks. "Hello Y/N, my names Spencer I work with the BAU, I'm going to ask you some questions okay?" He tells the girl.

Y/N nods her head. "Yes sir" she mutters wanting to go home and not be there. "Now can you tell me about your Father" Says the man, Y/N freezes her tapping increasing as she shakes slightly.

Trying desperately to stop shaking she answers the question. "I love my Dad, he doesn't do anything wrong he loves me" she says, her voice robotic as if it had been planted into her head as an automatic answer to that specific question.

Spencer takes notes of her behaviour, eyeing the two way glass he askes another question. "I'm sure he does, now, does your father leave for long periods of time, not telling you where he's going or why?"

Y/N hesitates before shaking her head. "He doesn't, Dad is always as home after work, dad loves me he doesn't do anything wrong" Spencer notes how the last part it connected to the answer from before.

"Okay, Y/N. Does your Dad hurt you?" Spencer knows asking that question would have a strong reaction but he didn’t expect the girl to slam her hand on the table and stand up and start pacing.

"No he doesn't hurt me! Dad loves me he doesn't hurt me" she yells almost crying, tears in her eyes but not falling yet, Spencer gasps at the raw emotion in the 15 year old eyes.

Desperation seeped into her voice, as she stared into the man's eyes, he noticed this was the first time he had seen her eyes. Suddenly the girl gasped and slammed her back into the wall.

Gripping her head she bring smacking her back against the wall. "Nonononono can't do that against the rules can't do that" she mumbles falling into hysterics, Spencer is soon joined by Derek and Elle.

The two had ran in when Y/N started repeating to herself. The three stand in shock not knowing what to do to help, Spencer is quick to notice the bruises on her neck and wrists. "Morgan" he whispers, the man nods his head he's seen the bruises on the girl.

Pulling out his phone, him and Elle leave Spencer alone with Y/N, the girl is still smacking her back on tjr wall as if she was punishing herself, the man slowly inches towards the grill.

"Y/N, Y/N its me Spencer remember" he whispers to the girl, holding out his hands non threateningly he speaks to the teenager desperate to calm her dow from her panic attack.

"Nonono broke the rules" muttered the girl. "Y/N you haven't broken any rules, your Father can't get you here okay, your safe your safe with me" he tells the girl, slowly Y/N pulls her hands awa from her hair and stopping smacking her back against the wall.

Smiling at the teen Spencer stays back. "I'm safe here" she whispers horsely, Spencer nods his head. "Yes that's right your safe here, I won't let anyone hurt you" he says.

Y/N slowly begins to inch closer to the man eagerly seeking comfort, soon the girl was throwing herself at him, Spencer hugs her tightly whispering that she was okay and he wouldn't hurt her.

An hour later the Team and swat had arrested Y/Ns Father for the abuse she suffered and 15 accounts of murder.

Over the next few days adter they had caught the killer, Y/N had grown close to Spencer, she wouldn't let him out of her sight scared her father would come and hurt her, Spencer stayed with the teen while she recovered in hospital from the abuse she suffered from her father.

The end!

Hope you liked this oneshot sorry for the wait, as usual sorry for any grammar and Spelling mistakes.

Request are open!

Word count: 1277

#criminal minds #fanfic #behavioural analysis unit #x child reader #fluff and comfort #oneshot #x teen!reader #abusive dad #child abuse #lots of angst #spencer reid x child!reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x teen!reader #Spencer Reid x victim teen reader #eventual fluff #lots of comfort

[whattheheckmidoriya]

The wonder of you by Elvis Presley

<3

A Love Like Yours (Aizawa x Reader)

Summary:

Despite his attempts at handling things by himself, there were days when it all became a little bit too much. When he finds himself at his lowest, still being met by your smile, Shota wonders what he did to deserve a love like yours.

Send me a song and I'll come up with a fic summary for it!

#LOTS OF COMFORT #pau answers #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #aizawa shouta x reader

[mtap-comics]

Welcome back to my Bad Things Happen Bingo!

Fandom: My time at Portia

Pairing: Arlo x Female Builder

Summary: Elenya had a really bad week. She was completely exhausted and she just wanted a hug from her favourite person, even if she had to stumble up the hill to the Civil Corps Headquarters to get it.

Word count: 5382

Prompt: Stumbling and Staggering

Author’s note: Can please someone stop my brain? I wanted this to be a cute little story to help me get out of my writers block, maybe 2000 to 3000 words, and now we've got this.

This one is more comfort than hurt, so be prepared to call your dentist when you are done with reading!

Oh, and I read through this like, two times, so if you find any mistakes or something doesn't add up, let me know!

Have fun reading!

Warnings: Mentions Blood, Established Relationship, Elenya is tired, Arlo is a sweetheart

Read on AO3: Link

Safe in his arms

Elenya was tired. Not just tired as in "one night of bad sleep", but tired as in "five hours of sleep in the last five days". Her head was throbbing with a mild migraine and her hands were shaking so badly that she had to decide to end her work day early. 

Everything she had tried to build went wrong and when she almost torched her hand trying to weld two steel plates together, she had to admit defeat.

There usually wasn't much that could keep her from working, but even she knew she couldn't work safely in this condition.

The fact that Portia had just been hit by a heat wave didn't help either. The sun was beating down on the residents incessantly, and while that normally didn’t bother her a lot - after all, it was terribly hot in Barnarock all year round - the constant sweating and heat exhausted her even more. Not to mention the headache the bright light was giving her.

God, she really wanted to go back to bed.

But rather than do that, she stumbled up the path to Civil Corps headquarters, her whole being focused on a single goal.

Arlo.

She felt anxious and miserable and just wanted a hug from her boyfriend. As soon as his strong arms wrapped around her body, she always felt better immediately, and that was exactly what she needed right now. Besides, she hoped that maybe she could sleep with him tonight.

After all, the reason she had hardly slept the last few nights was because of terrible nightmares. As soon as she closed her eyes, she was haunted by dark shadows, the sense of danger, and the inexplicable feeling that something bad was about to happen. She couldn't remember the exact dreams after waking up, only the feelings and each time she couldn't go back to sleep.

She had tried to distract herself with work, tried to drive away the anxiety with it, but every night the dreams only got worse.

But maybe she could finally get a good night's sleep when she was in Arlo's arms. Even just being near him made her feel instantly safe, let alone when he held her tightly in his strong arms. 

However, if that didn't help either, then she would probably have to turn to Dr. Xu. Her body was so exhausted by now that she was freezing even in the blazing late afternoon sun, her black shorts and red t-shirt not enough to keep her warm. 

Which really shouldn't even be possible. Because she could feel the sun on her skin, could feel the heat of it, but it didn’t seem to reach her body. Goosebumps crept up her arms.

She really needed some sleep.

~~~~~~

Elenya was glad that most people were hiding from the heat in their houses, leaving no one to notice her stumbling up the hill like a zombie.

Her leg and arms felt like lead, her feet barely lifting off the ground, and her eyes closed from time to time without her noticing. The walk up to Civil Corps headquarters never felt so hard.

She was just at the height of the large tree short of her goal when suddenly a violent dizziness overcame her and she stumbled to the side. She tried to catch herself on the trunk of the tree, but missed. Instead, her left hand scraped the rough bark and she slammed her shoulder hard against the tree.

Ouch...

Disoriented, she clung to the tree for a moment, the pain in her hand and shoulder a good focus point in the process. She preferred to focus on that rather than the world, which continued to spin around her.

Damn, her body was definitely starting to reach its limits. But she only had a few more steps to go, then she could hopefully finally relax in Arlo's arms.

Elenya didn't know how long she stood there like that, but after a while the dizziness finally subsided and she dared to let go of the tree.

Okay, she can do this. Just one step at a time, that's all.

She stumbled on toward her goal. Her coordination was off and her eyes were threatening to close permanently.

God, she was so tired.

After stumbling against the statue of the flying pigs as well, hitting her right hip quite painfully in the process, she finally stood in front of the large orange doors that would finally lead her to Arlo.

Please let him be there.

Of course, the possibility that he wasn't even at headquarters didn't occur to her until she had struggled up the hill, but it was too late now anyway. If he wasn't there, she would just curl up on the nearest soft surface and cry. 

She had no strength left for more.

But luck was on her side, at least in this matter. Cautiously, she opened the door and didn't have to search long before her blurred gaze fell on the familiar shock of red hair. Arlo was sitting at his desk next to the assignment board, his head bent over a document which he was studying intently. He was so engrossed in it that he didn't notice Elenya until her - this time - left hip collided painfully with the corner of the desk as a new wave of dizziness overtook her.

Startled, his head snapped up.

"Elenya! What are you doing here?" Confused and delighted at the same time, his eyes met hers. He slid his chair slightly away from the table, probably to stand up, but Elenya quickly took the chance to step in front of him.

Exhausted, her legs finally gave way under her and she fell onto his lap, her legs straddling his hips.

"Woah, hey, what's wrong?" Alarmed, Arlo's arms wrapped around her shoulders and waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.

Instantly she was flooded with his warmth and she buried her head in his neck, her aching head welcoming the darkness there. Arlo's soothing scent rose to her nose and she finally lost the battle against the tears she had been holding back for days.

They flowed ceaselessly from her eyes and soaked through Arlo's T-shirt.

"Sweetheart?" Concern poured from his every pore, and he tried to push her away from him a little so he could look at her. Quickly, she wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders and buried her face even more into his neck, hiding from the world.

Please, don't let go!

"Sweetheart, what's wrong? What happened?" He wanted to know from her gently but worriedly, but the only thing that left her lips was a sob.

She had reached her limit. 

5 days without proper sleep and terrible nightmares, she just couldn't hold it in anymore. And Arlo's strong arms finally gave her the chance to let go.

Her crying got worse and the arms around her waist and shoulders tightened.

"Hey, shh, it's alright. I'm here. You're alright. Everything's going to be okay. I'm here." Gently, Arlo's soothing mantra swept over her, enveloped her, bathed her in the feeling of safety, and slowly her tears dried up.

Having cried out all the pent-up emotions and fear, she slumped even more in Arlo's arms, her exhaustion even greater than before and a steady ache throbbing in her head.

"Everything's going to be alright, sweetheart." A soft kiss was pressed to the mop of her hair and with a sigh she tried to snuggle even closer to Arlo. Would have loved to melt into him and never come back.

He let her rest for a while like this, before he spoke up again.

"Can you please look at me, sweetie?" Arlo's right hand, which had been wrapped around her shoulders until just now, softly came to rest on the part of her cheek that was visible and tried to gently lift her head.

Reluctantly, she complied with his request.

"Hey, there you are." A soft, loving smile played around his lips, but concern quickly took over his gaze the longer he studied her face.

She didn't even want to know what she looked like right now. She'd already been startled this morning when she'd looked in the mirror. Her face had been completely pale, her eyes irritated and red and with deep shadows underneath. How she looked now after crying, she could only imagine.

Gently, Arlo's rough thumb stroked her wet cheek and she leaned into the touch, seeking even more comfort.

"What happened, darling? You don't look well at all. Are you sick?" Concerned, he studied her face, his thumb still gently caressing her cheek.

For a while she just stared back, examining the familiar features of his face, noticing the almost equally dark shadows under his eyes, the slight stubble on his cheeks, the stress crease between his eyes, and guilt spread through her.

Suddenly she remembered why she hadn’t sought him out earlier. Why she had pushed her body to the brink of exhaustion before seeking help from him.

Earlier in the week, after she had the first nightmare, she had asked him if maybe they could do something together. Just relax for a day, maybe go on a picnic or something. Stress might have been the trigger for her bad dreams and a day with Arlo would be the perfect cure for that, but he had just snapped at her that he didn't have time for that now.

Startled and hurt, she had backed away from him then, but those feelings quickly faded as he immediately apologised to her and she noticed the deeply stressed look on his face.

There were several problems he had to take care of at once, and that while Remy was out of action for several days because of his knee. He hadn't told her exactly what it was about and her offer to help had been turned down as well, so she had decided to leave him alone for a few days and, when he finally had some rest, force him to take a day off and do nothing.

And now she had probably interrupted him in the middle of something important.

"I'm sorry..." Her voice was all hoarse from crying, and she had to clear her throat before she could continue speaking. "I didn't mean..." she hiccupped, "I didn't mean to disturb you..."

"Hey, none of that." Gently, he now lifted his second hand to her cheek as well, cupping her face and pressed his forehead softly against hers, keeping her gaze captive. "You could never bother me. You can always come to me, especially when you're not feeling well. Please tell me what's wrong. It hurts me to see you like this." His voice and touch were so tender that new tears came to her eyes.

How had she ever deserved someone like him?

"I'm sorry anyway. It's just... I haven't been able to sleep for five days. Every time I fall asleep, I wake up from a nightmare shortly after and can't go back to sleep after that. I'm just... I'm just so tired." Frustrated, new tears ran down her cheeks, but Arlo immediately wiped them away, leaning his head back as he did so.

"Oh, my poor sweetie. Why didn't you come to me sooner?" The crease between his eyes deepened with concern and uneasily Elenya averted her gaze.

"Well... You've been so busy and stressed this week, I didn't want to take up your limited time too..." She cringed at how small and uncertain her voice sounded. That was just the best way to make Arlo feel guilty, and that was the last thing she wanted to do.

And sure enough, when she turned her gaze back to his, she could see his eyes twist with guilt.

"Oh..." His hands, still gently cupping her face, were about to lower, but Elenya quickly grabbed his wrists and stopped him. She needed the comfort of that gentle touch, and at the same time she also wanted to show him that she didn't blame him for anything. He immediately understood what she wanted and got back to cradle her face oh so gently.

"I'm so so so sorry love, for snapping at you like that a few days ago. I never meant for you to feel like you couldn't come to me. I'll always be here for you if you need me, okay? Please don't ever forget that. No matter how busy I am, if you need my help, I'll find a way." He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. "I love you and I always want you to be okay."

His look was serious but full of love and Elenya felt her cheeks blush.

No matter how many times he said those three words to her, they always made her heart race and fill her with happiness.

"I love you too. And you have nothing to apologise for. I saw how stressed you were and I really just didn't want to bother you. But today..." She wanted to say more, but Arlo's eyes, which had been wandering over her face, suddenly widened with shock as they landed on her left hand, still clutching his wrist.

"Elenya! You're bleeding! What happened?" His hands moved away from her face and carefully he pried hers from his wrist.

Confused, she looked down at her hand, which was now held palm up in Arlo's hand.

Oh, she had forgotten about that already. The tree bark had scraped her hand, after all, and the movement must have reopened the barely closed wounds. Now that her attention was drawn back to it, she also felt the burning again.

"Oh, I got dizzy on the way here, and I stumbled against the tree outside. The bark must have scraped my hand in the process." 

"Oh dear, why didn't you say so in the first place? We really need to clean the wounds before they get infected. As bad as this is bleeding, they must be pretty deep. Did you hurt yourself anywhere else?" Concerned, Arlo's gaze darted back and forth between her hand and her eyes.

But at the mention of blood, something entirely different came to her mind.

"Oh no, I hope I didn't bleed all over your shirt!"

She wanted to lean to the side to get a look at his shoulder, but her overtired body didn't play along and a new wave of dizziness overcame her. She tipped to the side more than she wanted to and would have fallen off his lap had Arlo not immediately pulled her back to his chest.

"Hey, careful. Don't hurt yourself more, please." His arms were wrapped tightly around her back again and she let her head fall back against his shoulder, careful not to bring her bloody hand near him this time.

The dizziness wouldn't subside, however, and with a whimper she slumped completely in his lap. The little bit of energy she could muster for their conversation quickly dissipated and what remained was her bone-deep exhaustion.

The arms around her back tightened even more and she could downright feel Arlo's concern.

"I've got you, I'm here. Let me just tend to your hand and then you can lie down, okay?" Worry resonated deep in his voice and she felt bad for causing him more stress, but she only had the strength left to nod in response to his question.

Her head throbbed violently at the motion.

"Okay. Do you think you can stand up? I'd love to carry you, but I'm afraid I can't stand up like this."

"Oh, of course." Her legs felt like jelly, and she wasn't sure they would even carry her anymore, but she couldn't very well stay seated either.

Arlo must have heard her uncertainty in her voice.

"I'll help you, don't worry. Go as slow as you need." His hands moved from her back down to her hips and held her tight. On shaky knees, she managed to get up from his lap with his help and before she knew what was happening, she found herself in his strong arms, one underneath her knees and one behind her back.

He carried her the few steps over to one of the yellow armchairs and set her down carefully in it.

"I'll be right back, okay? I'll just get the first aid kit." Arlo waited until she nodded in understanding and then disappeared into the bathroom.

Looking after him with half-open eyes, she wrapped her arms around herself. Now that she was no longer surrounded by his warmth and security, she started to freeze again and the feeling of anxiety returned.

Fortunately, it really didn't take him long and after only a minute he was kneeling in front of her, the first aid kit lying open beside him.

"Okay, sweetie, can you give me your hand?" Invitingly, he held out his right hand, and she tried to comply with his request, but her hand was shaking so much that she could barely hold it out to him. Quickly, Arlo reached for her hand and gently pulled it toward him, his large hand gently cupping the back of her hand. Even that little bit of skin contact made her feel better.

"Okay, I'll just clean the wounds and then we'll put a clean bandage around your hand. I'm afraid that's going to hurt, but I'm going to go as fast as I can, promise. I don't want them to get infected." Sympathetically, his blue eyes looked up at her and her overtired brain wondered why he was making such a fuss over a scraped hand.

Was he still feeling guilty about not having time for her the last few days?

Whatever it was, she wasn't about to complain. Sure, the cleansing burned terribly in the open wounds, but she hardly noticed. His warm hands were so gentle and careful as he tended to her hand that she hardly perceived anything else. His concerned gaze was fully focused on her, making her feel loved and safe.

Feelings she needed so badly right now to banish the nightmares from her mind.

"There, all done." He lifted her hand up to his lips and pressed a feather-light kiss to her freshly bandaged palm. The warm feeling inside her grew stronger.

"And to get back to my question from earlier, are you hurt anywhere else?" Concerned, his eyes darted over her body, probably searching for other injuries.

She shook her head. "Just a few bruises, I think..." A big yawn escaped her, her eyes drooping and Arlo's eyes softened.

"That's good. Would you like to lie down in my bed for a while now? You need sleep very badly." Arlo straightened back up to his full height and with wide, hopeful eyes she looked up at him.

"Are you coming, too?" 

She didn't need to hear his answer. The look of regret that immediately settled on his face at her question told her what she needed to know.

She slumped in disappointment and felt awful about it at the same time. The dark shadows under his eyes and the tired features told her that he hadn't had an easy week either, and she didn't want him to feel bad about her too, but she knew if she lay down alone now, the nightmares would come right back and she couldn't handle that anymore. She would rather stay awake and accept the consequences.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, but I really need to go through these documents before I can lie down with you. That will take maybe another half hour, an hour at the most. Do you think you can manage that long on your own?" Remorse filled his voice, but she had to shake her head at his question.

The concern in his gaze deepened and for a moment he stared at her thoughtfully until something seemed to occur to him.

"Oh, wait a minute, I have an idea." He quickly cleaned up the first aid kit, took it back to the bathroom, and then went back to his desk where she couldn't see what he was doing. She heard papers rustling and the scrape of the chair on the floor and then he was standing in front of her again.

With eyes shining warmly, he bent down to her and told her to put her arms around his neck. Confused, she complied and with a startled cry she suddenly found herself in the air, her legs instinctively wrapping around his hips. Like a monkey, she clung to him, her face buried in his neck as his hands held her hips securely.

What was he planning to do?

"Hold on tight." With those words, Arlo started walking, his steps gentle and seemingly undisturbed by her weight. She knew he was walking toward the desk, even if she couldn't see it, and sure enough, a moment later she found herself in the same position as before. Sitting on his lap, her legs to his left and right.

But this time the chair was much closer to the desk - she could feel the edge in her back when she leaned back - and Arlo could still reach his documents now.

"Oh." Surprised, she looked up at him. 

Did that mean she could stay with him without disturbing him?

"So, now I can work and hold you close at the same time. How does that sound?" He lovingly brushed a strand of hair out of her face that had come loose from her ponytail, a gentle smile on his lips, and gratefully she engaged him in a deep kiss.

He returned the kiss without hesitation. His right hand came to rest against her cheek and his left arm, wrapped around her waist, pulled her even closer to him. For a moment, she enjoyed his soft, warm lips on hers before pulling back slightly.

"Thank you, Arlo." Sincere and full of love, she looked deep into his eyes and his gaze softened.

"No need to thank me, sweetheart. Like I said, I'll always find a way to help you. Now you get some rest and I'll go over the rest of these reports, okay?" He pressed another quick, gentle kiss to her lips and then reached for the top paper on his desk. 

Elenya watched him for a moment, admiring the way his beautiful blue eyes flitted intently over the lines, but it wasn't long before her own eyes closed on their own and so she complied with his words.

She placed her head back on his shoulder, her face buried deep in his neck, and gave in to her exhaustion. The arm around her waist tightened a bit more and wrapped in his warmth, scent and security and accompanied by soft paper rustling, she dozed off.

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Elenya awoke some short time later to a rough thumb gently caressing her cheek and an equally soft, rumbling voice whose vibrations she could feel in her chest.

Where was she?

With difficulty she roused from her exhausted sleep, completely disoriented, but at least without panic. The familiar smell around her and the strong chest beneath her told her she was safe. 

What had happened?

A soft groan escaped her. Her body felt like it was filled with lead instead of blood, her eyes itched uncomfortably, her head throbbed in pain and she would have liked to fall back to sleep. But there was still the voice that spoke softly into her ear and the thumb that caressed her cheek.

She woke up a little more and finally she could understand the words.

"Hey sweetie, sorry to wake you up, but I'm done and we can finally go to bed. But for that you would have to stand up again for a moment so that I can stand up as well. Can you do that for me?"

Stand up?

Her eyes opened with difficulty and with great effort, she managed to lift her head, which until now, she realised, had been leaning against Arlo's shoulder. Warm blue eyes and an apologetic smile greeted her, and for a few seconds she just stared at Arlo. 

Her brain struggled to process the words she had just heard, but Arlo didn't rush her and waited patiently for her to be awake enough to carry out his request.

And finally the words made sense and she remembered that she was sitting on his lap, preventing him from getting up.

God, she was way too tired.

But now that she knew what he wanted from her, she nodded and tried to lift herself off his lap. It just wasn't as easy this time, since the desk was right behind her, but as soon as some of her weight was off his legs, Arlo slid back with the chair and she was able to step away from him completely.

Unfortunately, her legs just didn't want to carry her and as soon as Arlo's hands, which had been supporting her hips, let go of her, she stumbled uncontrollably to the side and could only barely hold onto the desk to keep from falling over. Fortunately, she didn't have to hold on for long, though, because shortly after, Arlo was at her side and lifted her back into his arms, bridal style.

"It’s okay, I got you." Startled and worried, his eyes looked down at her and gratefully she let her head fall against his shoulder. 

No matter how many times she fell, Arlo was always there to catch her. And she meant that literally. Even before they had gotten together last winter, she had often found herself in his strong arms when her clumsiness caused her to trip over her own feet or she ran into him, completely distracted by her work.

She was so incredibly lucky to have someone like him by her side.

Pressed tightly against his chest, Arlo carried her over to his room. As soon as they stepped through the door, they were greeted by what was normally pleasantly cool air, but right now was far too cold for her. A shiver ran through her body and goosebumps spread on her arms and seeking warmth, she curled even more against Arlo.

Who, of course, noticed this immediately and a worried frown appeared between his eyes.

"Are you cold?"

She nodded, ashamed. It was terribly hot outside and everyone probably wished they had a room like Arlo's that was built against a ruin so it was always nice and cool in the summer, and here she was, wishing she had something warmer to wear.

"Then it's time we got you to bed. I'll just see if I have something more comfortable for you to wear, okay?" Gently, he set her down on his bed and then, to her bewilderment, disappeared from the room again. 

The soft mattress and cosy blanket invited her to just lie down, but she resisted the urge. She only had to hold out for a few more minutes, then she could lie down.

She could do that.

Arlo came back quickly, with a glass of water in one hand and a bundle of clothes in the other.

"Here, you should really drink something. I don't want you to get dehydrated too." With these words he handed her the glass and with trembling hands she reached for it. She had to hold it with both hands to keep from dropping it, her left hand stinging lightly at the movement and then gratefully drained the glass completely. She hadn't even noticed how dry her throat was.

"Very nice." Arlo took the glass from her again, set it down on the shelf above his bed and then held out the first piece of clothing to her. "Here, Sam always has some spare clothes here, I'm sure she won't mind if you borrow one of her shorts for a night. And then I brought you this one too." He held the second item of clothing out to her and her eyes lit up.

He had brought her his grey sweater!

She loved that one. It was all soft and warm and always smelled wonderful after him, as he loved wearing it as much as she did.

"Thought you'd be happy about that." He chuckled fondly and handed her the comfortable clothes and set about putting on something else as well.

Unfortunately, her heavy arms wouldn't cooperate and she couldn't even manage to take off her current t-shirt. She grumbled in frustration and looked over at Arlo for help. 

"Arlo?" God, her voice was hoarse.

"Yes, darling?" He was just pulling his own shirt over his head and she got the pleasure of watching his back, muscles working as he searched in his closet for a new shirt. She couldn't help but stare.

This was definitely a sight she would never get sick of.

"Sweetheart?" Questioningly, Arlo turned to her after she failed to answer, and sheepishly, she looked to the side.

"I... I need help."

God, she felt so helpless. She couldn't even change herself anymore.

Arlo's gaze softened.

"Of course." Without putting on a new shirt, he came back over to her and bent down to grab the hem of her t-shirt. Effortlessly, he pulled it over her head and then gently helped her free her arms from it. As soon as her upper body was free, goosebumps covered her and she shivered slightly.

Arlo quickly rubbed his wonderfully warm hands over her upper arms to chase away the goosebumps, looking at her questioningly.

"The bra too?"

She nodded. She hated sleeping in a bra.

"Okay." Arlo bent his knees a little more so he was more at her level, then reached behind her back to work on the clasp of her bra.

With that, his now bare chest was right in front of her face, and she felt the warmth radiating from him, drawing her in. She would have liked to touch him, to trace the long scar that ran from his left shoulder down to his chest, ending just above his heart, as she had done so many times before, but as it was, she couldn't even lift her arms to change. So she was content to lean forward a bit and press her cheek against his warm skin.

A happy sigh escaped her. The skin to skin contact felt wonderful and she could hear the calm, strong heartbeat of him. A deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, filling her with warmth, and he let her stay there for a moment, even though her bra had long since come undone.

"Feels good?" A fond laugh resonated in his voice and she hummed contentedly.

The heartbeat beneath her ear soothed her and her eyes fell closed. She could have fallen asleep sitting right here, but a large hand came to cup her cheek and pull her away from the strong, warm chest.

She whined in protest.

Another warm laugh rang out.

"I'm sorry, darling, we can go right back to cuddling as soon as we get you changed. Come on, we're almost done." Arlo managed to dress her in his sweater and change her pants, but how, she couldn't say.

Her body was getting heavier and her uncoordinated movements were probably more of a hindrance than a help, but then he was finally satisfied and tucked her under the covers. She heard the rustle of clothes, the light was turned off, and then Arlo finally slipped into bed beside her.

Strong arms pulled her on top of him and surprised she realised that he hadn't put on a new shirt and she was now lying on his bare chest, her ear pressed back against the same place it had been a moment ago. Her body relaxed completely and with the last of her strength she turned her head to press a soft kiss to his scar.

"Sleep well, my sweet little builder. I'll watch over you." A long, firm kiss on her mop of hair was the last thing she felt before she fell into a deep, exhausted sleep, Arlo's arms wrapped protectively around her.

And when the shadows tried to haunt her again, there were strong arms and a gentle voice that drove them away and what remained was the feeling of warmth and safety.

#bad things happen bingo #bad things happen bingo: stumbling and staggering #my time at portia #mtap #mtap arlo #my time at portia arlo #mtap builder #mtap female builder #matp builder Elenya #arlo my love #blood #hurt/comfort #lots of comfort

[the-bi-space-ace]

Me, writing the most devastating whump of my life: Oh yes. Yes. This is perfect.

Everyone reading it: What the actual fuck is wrong with you, dude.

#This is about Echo #I'm not even going to front #I'm working on something new #And it is absolutely riddled with Echo whump #Don't worry #there is a lot of comfort to go along with it #Lots of comfort #Who am I if not a hurt/comfort bitch #I hurt him because I love him #My comfort characters go through the most shit #so that I can throw love at them in bushels #the bad batch #tech bad batch #crosshair bad batch #echo bad batch #hunter bad batch #wrecker bad batch #fanfiction #sw tbb #tbb echo #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb wrecker

[shychangling]

I ship Arcee and Cliffjumper so… number 8?

Oh thank you for giving me a prompt for a ship I've never written before! I went with TFPrime.

432 words.

Kiss On Fallen Tear prompt

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Arcee does not cry. Autobots do not cry. So why is it she’s woken from her shock, transforming out of altmode and holding her mouth so she won’t scream. But it’s too late.

Between her fingers she howls out for Tailgate, in the world between the past and sleep she is not hardened enough to contain it all.

Rushing to her side, Cliffjumper was on watch and hearing the name she called knows its not something he can punch away.

Cliffjumper slides to her side and instantly to grasps his arms to her shoulder. “I gotchu, Arcee. Its okay, just a night terror.”

She moves not in any way to indicate she’s aware enough to remember she is safe. Tailgate is long gone. “I couldn’t save him. I couldn’t-”

“Hey, hey. Shush. It’s not your fault.”

The planet earth is silent, save for the cries of a mech who tries to bottle it all for eternity. Slowly embraced by the heftier other. Protection, uncertainty, he never shuts up.

“It’s over, we’re safe now. You’re safe now.”

Moments before they were prisoners. Cliffjumper knows something like that can bring back horrors. He puts her head to his shoulder to let her cry and hopefully be muffled. For no one’s sake but her own, keep her dignity. Even if he thinks she’s allowed to scream.

“Arcee, you can see the stars from here.” Cliffjumper states as he looks up. Saying anything and everything to ease the memories.

Arcee finally pulls her arms up, slowly to puts them oh his shoulder as tears streak and stain her steel mesh.

Looking up she sees infinity. Both bots knelt to the ground, in that silent moment with the wind catching between vents and trembled remembrance.

Arcee wonders when was the last time she watched the stars. When was the last time she felt wonder at the universe ahead of her. The moon is over head and crescent.

Cliffjumper moves as his head obstructs it. “You okay now, ‘Cee? Okay as you can be.”

Arcee only wanders her head now to look to the planet they’re on. The desert canyon is beautiful. Empty, but as her sensors pick up full of life.

She’s not sure why suddenly its helped. She turns back and as more tears drip down, Cliffjumper leans down to put his lips softly under her optic. Tense, brief. Then sincere.

Its not a claim, its not a romantic moment. Its a reminder, she’s not alone. He’ll be there for as long as she needs him to be.

For as long as the night will be.

#Transformers Prime #Acree/Cliffjumper #Writer prompts #shychangling writing dump #hurt/comfort #lots of comfort

[aseasonwithclarasblog]

Lily is a Doll

Hello everyone. This is second post of my Jack Series (still needs a good name). Lily is a small girl with big dreams and a bigger heart, so this is mostly just some fluff with her and Jack

Weeks 1-2 of Jack’s Captivity

tw: brief mention to Jack’s past in training, but no snippets from it or anything (if you guys wanna see that let me know) Enjoy!

Previous // ~ Jack Masterlist ~

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Her blond braided hair was bouncing around as she ran around her room with her toys. Flapping her arms around like crazy. And Jack found himself smiling.

His smile had broken in the first two months of training.

But he couldn’t help it. She was a little marshmallow of joy. And she was always laughing and always talking and always smiling. When she was alone, or with Jack that is. In front of her family though, her mother or sister, even her grandmother, she was quiet.

It puzzled him.

She had two personalities, and he didn’t understand how the little 7 year old couldn’t combine them into one.

“Jaaack… c’mere.” She waved him over as she sat in the middle of her bed. He nodded while standing and going over, his smile fading away at once, not because of her.

Because he wasn’t allowed to smile.

He looked down before she patted the bed and he sat beside her, holding out a couple of her toys before setting them down in front of her.

She glowed in excitement, making them all sit up in front of them, leaning against the pillows. He found himself smiling once again. Watching as she sang softly to herself.

Something about a dragon and prince. He wasn’t listening, just looking at her. She was happy.

After a while, she looked up at him, into his soft chocolatey brown eyes, suddenly making him go still while keeping eye contact.

Don’t look away. Don’t pull away.

“You don’t talk much. Do ya?” She pouted a bit.

He blinked. Caught off guard by the question before simply shaking his head.

“Why not?”

Why Or, in this case, why not. He hated these questions. It meant he had to talk, no simple nod or shake of his head would do.

“J-just don’t…” He trailed off, hoping that would be a sufficient answer for her.

“But whyyy?” She persisted, scrunching her face up in frustration.

He shrugged a little, using the motion as an excuse to think for a few extra seconds. She seemed like the type who wanted the truth, but he knew he couldn’t rightfully tell her the truth, she wouldn’t understand, and even if she could, he didn’t want her to.

She was so innocent in this mad mad world.

Lying was easy, it was keeping the lie a reality which was the hard part. So he settled for the in-between option. Half-lie. Half-truth.

“I d-don’t like my voice.” He mumbled.

She nodded a little, thankfully accepting the answer. After a bit, she giggled while giving him a doll, one she had affectionately named Miss Hanelle Vance. She had golden curls and unrealistically blue eyes.

All her dolls had first and last names, a couple had middle names too, but only the special ones. Some of the dolls were rich and some were poor. The rich ones got to wear the best and newest dresses, while the poor ones got the used dresses which were dirty or a little ripped.

She never had any human pets in her games. That was another thing Jack liked about her.

His favorite part about being with her was her windows. They were so much bigger than a normal bedroom window and she liked when they were open. It would leave sun patches on the ground and when it was open he could feel the cool breeze against his skin.

The air was so fresh and he got to look into the sun until his eyes hurt too much and he had to look away. Lily would get mad if she saw him looking at it.

“Stop it! Stop! You’ll go blind stop!” She’d pull on his arm until he looked away. “Don’t do that!” She pouted and glared at him all at once. It was the only time he ever saw the little kitten angry.

It helped his smile.

It hadn’t taken long for Lily to find him the best roles to play. She loved how Jack would make sounds for her stuffed animals, and so she asked him to quite frequently. It was easy for him to do, making soft noises like clicks or whistles. He liked it better than talking, and she was happy when he did the animal voices for her.

He had never refused to do anything for her. Though of course she never asked him to do anything besides play games with her. She had never asked him to do anything he would consider refusing.

She didn’t know what else could be done with him.

She didn’t know what he was made for.

He played with her for hours. At the end of the day, they were sitting at her little table as she had a tea party with fake food and drinks. He wished the food to be real. It had been a whole month since he first arrived there and he was itching to have more than a couple of meals once a week.

It wasn’t that bad though. Almost every night she would bring in tarts or candies from dinner, and she’d always share half of it with him. She liked the strawberry-flavored ones most. Even when she let him pick first, he always made sure she got the strawberry ones. She’d get the cutest little smile on her face and it would stay there until she was distracted by something else.

But she talked a lot about how she’d soon be going back to school, though she wasn’t all that upset about it. She’d talk about her old friends from school. It made him upset though.

It made him incredibly sad at the thought of losing his friend. She’d be gone half the day and then he’d be stuck with the rest of the family. Who he was easily learning to despise. Mostly Victoria. She knew he was made for pain, and she loved giving it to him.

But for now, he was content being with Lily. She was like a little doll herself with her perfect clothes and smile, which were so sweet and cute.

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Written on June 1st, 2021

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