#emotional hurt

[morgansunflower]

How Bad Can I Be?

Jason Todd X Reader

Warnings: child kidnapping, suggestive content, gun violence, violence, blood, attempted murder and past child abuse(from Jason's biological dad)

Words:1404

Arthur's notes! Story title is quoted from Wreck It Ralph.

Thanks to Jason's little niece the vigilante realizes how good of a, parent he can be.

He can't breathe. How could someone do something so vile? This was Joker, he did kill him. But to take a little innocent girl. He feels physically sick. Every second was a punch to his gut. She was his little niece. Next to his wife she's his weakness to his seemingly tough exterior. Jason kisses Y/N's lips as she held their baby.

Jason was still anxious and absolutely terrified on being a first time Dad. Would he mess up? Would he be anything like his biological dad? He still remembered the abuse.... He barely held S/N scared somehow he'd hurt him..

"we'll be here, when you get back" Y/N said tears in her eyes.

Her heart was weak with the thought of the unfortunate lonely familiar nights that await her. That her niece was captured by the, monster that killed her love. Jason hugs his wife and child. He touches S/N head with his thumb.

"I'll make sure I come back" he promised kissing her again.

Joker left no trail and he, certainly wasn't in Gotham. Jason couldn't shake the feeling this was, leading up to something. That Joker was trying to torture him and his family through his niece. Nightwing was a complete and utter wreck inside. Though on the outside he was much like Batman. Barbara barely spoke either as she, continued to emerse herself in finding her daughter. Jason was worried about his brother and his sister but more so his niece. He knew they were in so much turmoil just as he was.

Jason can't shake the feeling of being played. They were heading to a, dead end he was for sure. He wasn't going to another funeral. Jason tried to tell Barbara and Dick he felt as though they were headed down a dead end. That they were missing something. The couple was reluctant fearing Joker may just be playing with them or like Jason fears plotting something much bigger.

They were in Switzerland after Joker's cards ended showing up with blood splatter. It wasn't Elainna but he was certainly playing with the parents minds. The three decided to split up as more clues appeared in entirely different countries.. Everyone was on edge.

Barbara looked at all the Joker cards from each country together on her laptop. As she saw the pattern of the blood splatter she connected them all leading to one pinpointed place. Jason was right.

"I'm going to find you" she said shallow breath

Barbara sends a non direct massage to the two vigilantes. She had to send something only they would understand incase Joker's men had hacked into her server's.

"fuck" Jason cursed reading the coded message.

It was a random group of numbers and letters coded. He knew it. Based on his gut and what Barbara said. Jason knew Ethiopia had to be the right place and he had a good feeling of where his niece is being held.

Red-Hood crouched lowly leaning close to the building. He sneaks in through the window onto a upper balcony. He stayed low seeing several gunmen down below. He had to play it safe and steady but quick. Jason has to keep himself upright as his heart is thrust with relief. She's alive.

Little Elainna was tied to a chair with a cloth tied over her neck covering her mouth. She had bruises on her knuckles from trying to fight Joker. He sees the crowbar in the sick bastard's hand. Jason looses his temper as he leaps down tackling Joker to the ground.

"uncle Jay!" she shouted happily

"close your eyes!!" he demanded

She obeyed closing them tightly. He didn't want her to see any violence. Joker laughs as he flips Jason putting him in a choke hold.

"well well if isn't the little birdie!"

Jason got loose of his grip punching him in the jaw. He shoots Joker's ankle before he could swing his crowbar. Joker drops the weapon. Jason takes the crowbar hitting Joker across his jaw. He turns as gunmen approach looking for blood. He drops the crowbar.

Jason scoops his niece up into his arms. Elainna clings to her uncle's jacket. Jason hides her face in the side of his, jacket to hide her from the violence about to unfold. He shoots his pistol's to the men. As Jason found cover behind a building.. He put his Bluetooth earbuds in her ears to block the sound of the bullets currently being shot at them. He puts on songs he knew she would enjoy and reloads his guns. Jason shoots at the gunmen to their knees. He hears painful groans. He quickly took the opportunity to flee...

Jason finds a safe-house the same one Bruce and Jason had stayed in when he was killed. He steps into a safe-house. He takes a deep breath letting his heart fully process the fact his niece is OK.

"ok were safe now"

"WHAT?!!" she asked unable to hear her uncle.

He laughs softly taking one earbud out "were safe kiddo"

"ohh!" she grinned bit then her adorable small lips tremble

"Aww hey don't cry you're safe now" he cooed to her hugging her tight

She hugs him tightly her little heart was beating rapidly. She was so scared.

"uncle Jay I scared" Elainna cried

"hey! Hey its OK. It's OK, Sweetie. It's OK. Your safe now. I'm gonna call your Dad and your Mom.. and until they get here. I'll be here to protect you, ok?"

The little girl touches her uncle's face. Jason forced his heart to calm and his eyes to remain dry. He was so scared. So many memories of this place and of what he went through. He needs his wife.

"you good uncle" she smiled kissing his head

"thanks shorty" Jason smiled back

Only a few hours later after the phone call. The door opens. Jason quickly moved by his niece and put his hand on his gun handle until he saw who it was. Elainna gasped to see her parents.

"Elainna!" Grayson cried

"Elainna!" Barbara sobbed

"Daddy! Mommy!" she shouted running into their arms.

"oh baby! Oh my sweet baby girl! My beautiful little girl" Grayson said with tears running down his face "I'm so sorry baby girl"

"it's OK" she grinned hugging her dad, with tears in her own eyes.

Barbara kisses her daughter's forehead. Jason couldn't help but envy the moment as he missed his wife and little boy. He loved S/N so much that it scared him.

"hey Jason" Grayson said, Jason looks to his brother "thank you"

"pfft it was nothing"

"Jason cut the bullshit" Barbara scoffed hugging Jason "you saved our baby girl"

Back in Gotham Jason sees his wife already in the Bat-cave waiting for him and the Grayson family. She hugs her husband as he began to stutter. He hugged her tightly terrified of how badly things had been for him and how bad they could've been for his niece.

After the greetings and joyous hugs for Elainna. Jason hugs his wife tightly. He missed her. He craved for her. He wanted to do so many things with her, he wanted to talk to her and hold her, but first..

"where's S/N? Is he doing OK?"

"and you're worried about being a good Dad? He's in his crib as any happy as baby can be but I'm sure he'd love to see his daddy"

Jason follows his wife to the nursery. S/N was laying in the crib awake. She gives the infant to her husband. Jason sighs holding the little baby boy. He holds his daddy's finger unable to hold it completely. Y/N's heart warms once Jason smiled. The couple was outside while they sat together on the bench. Grayson and Barbara playing tag with Elainna. Jason looks at his baby boy. It surprised him at how peaceful he looked in his arms.

"you know maybe I won't be such a bad dad.." Jason said his heart overwhelmed by how cute his son is.

Y/N lays his forehead on his head "of course you won't Jay! Though I have to ask. What made you realize that?"

Jason softly chuckled looking to his little niece laughing joyful. She smiled seeing her uncle smiling at her.

So much innocence who looked at him like a hero "because if that little kid likes me, how bad can I be?"

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[whumpshots]

Whump ABC #5 - Emotional Whump

Based on the result of this poll

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Team Leader walks into caretaker's office and sees the other scrub the floor, mutterings curses every now and then, shaken by sobs just as often. Tears stream out of caretaker's eyes as they try to get rid of the blood that seeped through the wood when they brought whumpee in, barely conscious - barely alive.

It's been hours since they were able to stabilise them, but it looks like caretaker themselves aren't stable right now. At least not emotionally.

"C'mon, just... just... fuck," they his as they scrub away, most of the blood is already gone but it isn't for caretaker. They still see blood everywhere.

Another sob shakes their body and team leader snaps out of their thoughts, finally moving forward to stand in front of the other, puttibg and a hand on their shoulder.

"Stop it. You won't be able to get rid of everything with that. You need to take a break," they say as sternly as they can while their heart shatters into tiny pieces as they look at the other.

Caretaker is a trembling mess, tears stream down their cheeks, eyes are reddened. "I can't. I have to... it's too much. Too much," caretaker mutters through sobs and team leader crouches down in front of them, pulling them closer and to a hug. Caretaker immediately holds onto their shirt and cries into their shoulder.

"It's just so much blood..."

"I know. Hey, I know. But we will scrub that away tomorrow. You need to rest after pulling off that miracle earlier. C'mon, let's get you to bed."

Team leader swallows hard as they help the other stand. They have never seen them like this before, but they always knew that caretaker is softer than they seem. It's been too much lately, but they'll try to make things better. They'll try...

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[insane-control-room]

altar

Joey comes to ask for forgiveness. He says he's sorry. Henry doesn't think that's enough.

RATED: T - suggestive comments/behavior, uncomfortable situations

WARNINGS: Emotional hurt, tied hands

Length: medium (1750 words)

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Joey stared at the man around the corner, his heart rate accelerating as he observed him. Henry was resting in a hammock, one leg off the side so that he could rock himself as he relaxed. Joey stared, and bit his lip, slowly finding that he was losing his nerve. He was about to slip away when an eye opened, immediately fixing on him. 

A wave of panic crashed over Joey, and he made a move to disintegrate and disappear, but it was too late for him. Henry had made it to him in less than five bounds, his calloused, firm hand wrapping around Joey’s exposed forearm. 

“Joey,” he greeted, smiling, but there was something uncomfortably cold about the flash of his teeth. “What are you doing here?”

Joey stared at him once again, throat dry, hands trembling. Henry’s smile was still bland and neutral, but with a frigid emptiness laying beneath it. It made Joey quite uncomfortable, rather perturbed by the lack of emotion on his old friend’s face. He looked at him quietly, brows furrowed as they stared at one another in silence. 

Henry’s hand tightened sharply on Joey’s arm. 

“I asked you a question. I expect you to answer,” he spoke slowly, clearly, that low voice making Joey want to tremble. “What are you doing here, Joey?” 

“I… I wanted to…” Joey looked to the floor, finally breaking his gaze from the other man. He steeled himself with a breath, though still could not bring himself to look at Henry. “I wanted to ask you to forgive me, Henry.”

“Forgive you,” Henry repeated, staring at him. His smile made his soul ache painfully, yearn to escape. “You’re here to ask me to forgive you.”

“Yes.” Joey said, simple and soft. “I am.” 

He was not sure what he was expecting. A punch in the face, maybe. Being shoved away with the door closing in front of him. Maybe even a good kick between the legs. 

Joey was not expecting laughter. It was low and amused, tranquil but with some darkness lingering on the edges of the mirth. It made Joey’s lungs constrict. Henry released his arm at last, and folded his arms as he looked at Joey, raising an eyebrow. 

“Forgiveness,” he commented, “Is less-”

“For the person you’re apologizing to, and more for yourself, I know,” Joey restrained himself from snapping at him. “Stop messing with me, Stein, and take me seriously. I’m sorry for what I did, okay? For all of this. It never should have gone down like this, and I never should have dragged you down with me- what are you doing.” 

Henry sighed, raising an eyebrow as he lifted the tie he had pulled from beneath his collar. Joey, unsure of what the man was playing at, frowned. Henry put his hand out, gesturing with four fingers once for Joey to put his arms forward. 

Joey did so, and was baffled by the loop Henry tightened around his wrists. It was loose, though, but Henry’s firm hand came to Joey’s arm once again when he tried to pull away out of instinct. A vague sense of alarm rippled through him, but he was confident that Henry would not harm him, resulting in a conflicted meld of emotions. 

“Henry-”

“On your knees.” Henry calmly demanded. Joey stared at him, and watched Henry’s eyes harden. Swallowing harshly, he opened his mouth to protest, only for Henry to cut him off again. “Do you want to be forgiven or not? Show me you mean it.” 

Joey’s mouth closed slowly, and he hesitated, glancing to the floor again. It came closer as he knelt down slowly, discomfited but trying to put on a brave face (he was failing miserably at that, and they both knew it). As he moved down, the fabric of the tie tightened around his wrists, and honestly, he felt like crying, though he ignored that urge as hard as he could. 

“Okay, Joey,” Henry smiled at him again. “That was a good start. Try again.”

“Try- try what?” Joey asked, confused and upset. Henry’s smile relaxed him just a touch, encouraging. Joey wracked his empty head, shaking it in an attempt to figure out what Henry wanted from him. “You want me to apologize again?” 

Henry did not reply with words, only smiling once more. Joey took a deep breath. 

“I’d like to apologize,” he started, his voice tight. He paused, clearing his throat to loosen his words. “For everything I’ve done to harm you, and- and everyone else. But, you first. You didn’t deserv- hey!” 

Henry, his hand still on the end of the tie, had yanked on Joey’s arms with it, making him pitch forwards off balance. To add insult to injury, Henry’s jacket suddenly landed on his head, blocking his vision entirely as he landed harshly on his hands. He scrambled back onto his haunches as he yanked down the jacket over his face, opening his mouth to give Henry a piece of his mind- only for it to go dry immediately. 

Henry’s shirt had been partially opened, and Joey struggled to keep his eyes from dipping between the fabric and onto his chest. Henry’s hands were on the straps of his suspenders, pulling them off his shoulders deliberately, still smiling down at Joey. 

“Henry,” Joey mouthed, looking up at him with wide eyes. He fought the liquid that threatened to build up within them, blinking rapidly and it went away. Henry’s blank smile stung like wasp bites. “I’m sor-”

“Are you?” Henry asked calmly, with an icy edge as he removed his suspenders. He sighed as he snapped them between his hands, making Joey flinch at the twang. “Are you truly sorry, Joey?”

“I am,” Joey tried to keep a whine out of his tone, getting more stressed, watching the suspenders twirl around Henry’s hands. At least it was a distraction from his chest; as lined with muscle as it was. Feeling warmth trickle into his face, Joey looked away. “Really.”

“Are you, now?” Henry asked quietly, snapping the metal tipped straps once again. Joey could not meet his eye. “Joey. Look at me.”

He glanced up, and then broke his gaze again, face blazing with shame. 

“Joey.”

He repressed a shiver as the suspender strap came under his jaw, forcing him to look up at Henry once again. The metal clasps of the suspenders were strikingly cold, bringing forth the shudder Joey tried to hide. Mercifully, Henry tossed aside the suspenders upon noting the uncertain discomfort with which Joey was eyeing them, but he made no comment on it. Joey bit his lip as he watched the arch of the elastic. Slowly, he managed to look back at Henry. 

“I-” Joey swallowed down his nerves again. Joey’s eyes strained to remain on Henry’s form, focusing as hard as he could on his eyes. He mumbled his next words. “I said that I was sorry.”

“Said?” Henry laughed again. It was like ice on his arms, causing goosebumps to rise up. “You said. There’s just a small problem with that, Joey. You say a lot of things. Make a lot of promises. Talk up a pretty picture. It’s rare that you deliver on it- like you are right now.” 

Joey’s mouth was full of cotton; dry, stiff and unable to say a single word in his defense. Half lidded, Henry’s eyes came to his mouth, and then his hand did, a gentle caress on his jaw slipping up to a grip on his mouth. 

“Do you think that you’re able to get whatever you ask for?” Henry laughed, eyes crinkling with humor. Joey did not know what he found so funny. “You said you’re sorry. Do you really think you deserve forgiveness, Joey?” 

Joey kept quiet. He did not really think that way, but knew that saying anything was not going to be a good idea. There also was the fact that Henry’s strong hold on his face prevented him from saying anything coherent, anyways. Joey’s hands tightened on his own knees, digging crescents in the fabric with his nails. 

“Said,” Henry scoffed, though his voice was sunshine; and he leaned even closer, starry smile even brighter than before. “Maybe you should try begging instead.” 

Now the tears began to drip. Henry jerked his hand away from Joey as though his skin burned him. Staring down at him, his smile was gone. 

“I’m sorry,” Joey choked, sniffling as he tried to keep his roiling emotions under control. “Please, please, please forgive me. If you don’t, at least say so. I’m trying, I promise, I’m trying to make it count. Henry, please forgive me!”

“Joey-”

“I’m sorry that our studio wasn’t working out, and I’m sorry that I put more on you than you could take, and I’m sorry that I didn’t know where to stop,” Joey went on, sobbing harshly. The crushing weight of his failures felt like shackles on his wrists, tied to the heavy chains with naught but Henry’s tie. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me, please forgive me for everything I’ve done to wrong you. Please. I- I am begging you, Henry. I’ll keep begging you until you believe me. Please, please….”

“Joey….”

“I don’t know how to make it up to you,” Joey looked up at him miserably through his streaming tears. “I’m sorry that I don’t know… please, give me a chance. Please. I’ll- I’ll do anything, just say it, please-”

“Okay- okay- I-” Henry looked down at him with a torn look, smile completely gone, jarringly made uncomfortable by his own demands. After a moment of shifting where he stood, he knelt down and put his hands on Joey’s shoulders. “Maybe that was a little cruel of me. We’re both in this hell.”

Joey looked at him with the saddest, wettest eyes Henry had ever seen. Henry quickly spoke to try to get rid of them. 

“I can’t forgive you,” he said quietly. Joey’s gaze broke away again, and his tears restarted. Henry lifted his head despite the fact his tears burned his hands. “Not yet, okay? If I see you really mean it-”

It was Henry’s turn to be cut off, Joey’s bound arms coming down over his shoulders in an awkward, but tight, hug. 

Henry slowly hugged him back as he cried. 

“It’s okay, Joey,” Henry soothed, though they both knew it was not okay. “You’ll make it. I believe I can forgive you, one day.”

Joey almost believed him. 

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[athousandbyeol]

midnight. [forcebook fanfic]

it's force's mistake to find shelter in the safeness of kasidet's wings, thinking he'll fly and reach for the stars beyond the realms of his endless nightmares. because once force opens his eyes, he falls. down. down. down.

chapter 1. / chapter 2.

#force jiratchapong #book kasidet #forcebook #forcebook fanfic #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #alternate universe - dark angel fusion #dark angel!book x human!force #angst #emotional hurt #bittersweet #broken families #mental instability #s*icide attempt #vulnerability #flashbacks #heartbreaking #loneliness #obsession #toxicity #dark #dreams and nightmares #magical realism #confusion #dreams vs. reality #slow romance #sad ending #major character death #graphic depictions of violence #na writes

[1whump-dump1]

Luke Snyder (As The World Turns)

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[animebaby00]

Breakdown, Build Up (Izuku Midoriya x Reader)

He looked….ashamed. A look you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Was this really the same Izuku that you encountered on that rainy street earlier?

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Takes place around the events of eps 23-25 of season 6 of the MHA anime.

The note Izuku had left you gave you nightmares for days.

You hadn’t been expecting it. At all. And neither was anyone else. To have someone who cared so much for his friends, his superiors, his family…and you. To think that he would have left the way he did, in the STATE that things were in.

You had been angry, no FURIOUS. On edge and irritable and confused. But as the days passed, you thankfully realized that it wasn't directly at him.

'Those bastard villains did this.' you had thought angrily, 'They took him away from us…from me.'

Countless times, that anger had turned to sadness and you found yourself buried in tears. But still got up and fought just like how you were trained too. A year at UA had taught you so much and you would be damned to not put everything you had learned to good use.

Not only because of your own drive, but because he would want you to too.

And thus, those two and a half weeks without him seemed as if you were trapped in some weird time spell. It went by painfully slow, and yet, fast enough to where you couldn't seem to keep up with it all.

But then, when you and your class all had Izuku cornered, begging for him to come back, that time suddenly just seemed to stop. And before you knew it, you were all back at the dorms. All 21 of you. Exhausted, battered…and safe.

You didn't even have the time to talk to Izuku once you returned, for he was whisked away to the baths by the other males, probably being scrubbed and showered and cleansed to his wits end. And though the thought was decently funny, it also made you realize just how much the amount of self care given to himself while he was away was probably close to zero. In that moment, you put your trust in your classmates to start the shift of making Izuku himself again.

And to also give you time to gather your thoughts.

However, you were trapped so long in your thoughts that you didn't realize how late it had gotten. Well past 10, and you hadn't addressed Izuku at all. There hadn't been a so-called "good chance" to. For everyone had been worried, aching for a chance to speak to him. And for some reason, you had ended up being the one person who hadn't said a word.

Before you knew it, you were lying in bed. But you were awake, oddly not chasing sleep like you thought you would be after such a grueling day. Your body was heavy, limbs aching, but your brain was whirling with thoughts. Thoughts you wished would vanish just so you could get a good night's sleep.

Heaving a sigh, you turned onto your side, just in time for your eyes to catch the numbers on your bedside clock change to 11:56.

And not too long after that, came a knock to the door of your room.

You bolted upright, confusion washing over you as you stared at your door. Who on earth (aside from you) could be up at this hour?

With your curiosity piqued, and with a little hesitancy, you stood from your bed and made your way across your room. You rested your hand atop the doorknob, turned it, and pulled, just enough to where you could see who it was on the other side.

But when you did, your stomach twisted itself into a knot.

The green eyes you recognized immediately, glazed a beautiful emerald even in the dark. Fluffy hair, freckled cheeks…

"I-Izuku?"

He raised his hand up in a small wave.

"H-hey…"

You opened the door up more, your brow furrowed.

"W-what uhm…what are you doing here?"

He didn't answer you right away. Instead, he looked off to the side, his hand sheepishly moving up and down his arm. It took a few seconds before he spoke.

"I just…wanted to see you. Since…y'know…I meant to talk to you earlier…but…"

He trailed off, lip sucked itself between his teeth,.and looked he looked up at you with an oddly defeated expression.

"Sorry I…I don't know what I was thinking." He uttered, "It's late and you're probably exhausted. I'll just go so you can-"

"NO!"

Immediately, you covered your mouth with your hands, cringing at how your outburst sounded in comparison to the quietness surrounding you. It made Izuku stare at you in surprise, his eyes blown wide, and you waited a bit before you spoke again, this time more calm.

"No…it's fine. I wasn't that tired anyways…"

"...Are you…s-sure?"

"...Mmhm."

Pressing your lips into a thin line, you stepped aside, gesturing to the darkness of your room.

"You can come in if you want. Least I know now we won't be bothered. If someone was awake they would have heard me for sure."

With a stiff nod, Izuku abided by your offer and slowly made his way inside your room. You shut the door behind him and followed, flicking on the light by your bed before you sat down on the ruffled sheets, Izuku doing the same. Both of your expressions were sheepish.

You weren't entirely sure where to start. Should you be the first to say something? Or should you wait for Izuku to speak? What should you even say to him?

The first thing that came to your mind you supposed.

"So…uhm…how are you-"

"I'm sorry."

You blinked at his sudden apology, noticing how once the words came from his lips, he seemed to bury beneath himself more, chin tucked to his chest.

He looked….ashamed. A look you hadn't seen in quite some time.

Was this really the same Izuku that you encountered on that rainy street earlier?

With a sheepish smile, you raised your hands in easy defense.

"Izuku…y-you don't have to apologize. " you stuttered, "I mean I…get why you did it. You were trying to protect us…you've already been through a lot so I don't want you to think you have to beat yourself up. Really it's okay-"

"BUT IT'S NOT OKAY!

In one abrupt movement Izuku had turned completely so that he was facing you, his arms outstretched and hands gripping into your shoulders, fingers digging into your night shirt. His face was contorted with hurt, cheeks reddened as tears of disdain threatened to spill from his eyes.

Anger, sadness, fear, regret. Each one of those emotions were plastered onto his face, creating a look that you were sure would be etched into your mind for months to come.

If you thought you were at a loss for words before, you most certainly were now, far too shocked by his outburst to get anything out other than a nervous swallow.

He sniffed, teeth gritted, and hung his head so that all you could see was his mop of fluffy hair, but you could feel the emotions pooling through him from how tight his grip was along with the shaky breaths he was emitting.

You hadn't been this close to him in so long.

Hadn't felt his touch.

Hadn't heard his voice.

And by God did you miss it.

You moved like a snail, but slowly, you raised your arms so that they rested on his own. The sense of your touch caused his head to lift itself up, tear stained eyes piercing into yours. You gave him a tiny smile…

And pulled him to you.

He practically fell against you once he was in your embrace and you pretty much did the same, your hands finding his nightshirt and clutching it in your fingers. Izuku took a raspy breath and allowed his arms to loop themselves around your waist, holding onto you for dear life as if the tiniest misfortune would tear you away from him.

And he'd rather die than ever be away from you for that long again.

His grip on you grew tighter, his head snug into your shoulder, a near death grip. But you couldn't find it in you to care.

You had missed him.

So much.

"I'm s-sorry…" he whimpered, "So…so sorry-!"

The cries he emitted were so heavy, broken. Anguished, heart throbbing sobs that were probably left over from earlier. It was plain to see that he truly hadn't emptied himself of the emotional burdens that had plagued his tired body, as if they had been saved for your eyes and ears only.

And as weird as it was…you were actually glad for that.

With shaking arms, Izuku pried himself up to look at you, placing a trembling, calloused hand to your face. His fingers grazed your cheek so softly, his eyes flicking to scan your features, the mere action making him choke up.

"I left you…" he whispered, "I left everyone. I-I made you all w-worry about me! And even after it all y-you all still…c-came for me. I….I'm so sorry…Y/N….I'm sorry-!"

As hard as you were trying, even you couldn't prevent the tears that fell down your face, emotions flooding out at his apology…and at the sudden realization that that was the first time he had said your name since he left.

It was at that moment that the dam fully broke, and though you were crying, you couldn't help the tiniest of smiles to cast upon your face.

"Shhh…" you hushed, smoothing his head "None of that. You're here now. You're safe…."

Gently, you pressed a kiss to his forehead, lips lingering as you held him close to you.

"And that's all that matters."

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[rk-tmblr]

“I wish I could delete myself from all those pictures we've made together, like you erased me in your life.”

Miya Osamu/Suna Rintarou

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[highfunctioningflailgirl]

The Stars Above, The Ground Below

When Dean quietly pads outside at night, careful not to wake Lisa or Ben, his t-shirt sweat-soaked, nightmares still hooked in his flesh, he sits outside on the porch and doesn’t look up, but down. He could look at the stars, like most people do who are in pain, who have wishes, loved ones up there, hope.

Dean, however, looks down at the earth, at the grass so dark and damp with dew it looks like tendrils. In his haunted mind, a hole opens up in the ground and an abyss swallows his brother whole. His brave little brother who saved the world, saved all of them, and who would be so much better at doing this grief thing than Dean is doing it now.

Sam wouldn’t be sitting here with a goddamn bottle of whiskey in his hand. He wouldn’t do this to Lisa - the reclusiveness, the silence, the rage. He’d be stronger, move on, talk. He’d appreciate this normal, monster-free life for its mundane boredom and peace. He would love the woman who so selflessly took him in with all his heart.

Dean tries. Oh, he tries. Every day. He gets up and smiles and goes through the motions, and sometimes it even feels almost real. He keeps telling himself that he’s still getting used to this, that it will get better, that time heals all fucking wounds. And there are days, even more days, where he believes it. Where Lisa is warm and enticing in his arms, and making love to her comes natural, without tears. Where his chest swells with feelings of fatherhood when he teaches Ben the mechanics of a car and the mechanics of gentleness his father never taught him.

But there are also nights like this, where his dreams take him back to a life of pain, of blood and despair. A life of courage and strength and brotherhood. A life he’d been desperate to leave behind. A life he misses.

“Sammy,” he whispers into the night, at the cold, dark ground, sadness pulling him down, down, down. “Sammy.”

The starlight doesn’t seem to care.

#suptober23 #no.10 #starlight #fanfic #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #emotional hurt #grief cw #sad dean #i'm afraid this is a gloomy one

[willowworkswithwords]

This is still sad boy hours for Eddie, but I promise it’ll eventually get better!! 

The “Eddie hates his hair -- except he won’t always” series - pt. 1 

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The theater area of the school is full of props and books and left-behind clothes and knick-knacks. Eddie had wanted to join, but his mom told him there was no way his dad would stand for that, and Eddie got the picture. She may not care much what happens to her, but his mom cares about what happens to him, so he listens.

Being here makes that want surface, but then he catches his reflection in a half-covered mirror and remembers why he’s here.

The hat has started to make his hair look worse. It’s lumpy where the mat has started to clump real bad and he couldn’t get the grease stains out of it from when he’d tried the margarine.

Annie’s late. Eddie tries to push down the worry. Annie’s a smart girl, he knows she’ll get past the bullies best she could. But the worst thing for Annie is home, and if Eddie knows one thing, Eddie knows dads.

She’d been wearing her mom’s makeup that morning.

Just as he’s about to pace a rut in the hardwood, Annie walks in, backpack over one shoulder.

“Jesus, Annie! I thought you’d gotten hit by the fuckin’ train!”

Annie glares at him, the slightest bit of her snarky smile showing through her scowl.

“I’ve lived by the train for my whole life Eddie, if I was gonna get hit by it I would’ve gotten hit when I was a kid.”

Eddie groans but laughs at her. It’s hard to stay mad when it’s Annie.

“So…”

Now that she’s here, the mat seems like it’s taken up sentience, like it’s attached itself to his soul and knows it’s about to be taken away. He’s all of a sudden terrified.

“Hey, I know what I’m doing, ok?” Annie walked over to one of the big mirrors with lightbulbs around it like Eddie’s seen in old Hollywood movies. “Sit down and take off your hat.”

It takes for-fucking-ever.

They fall in and out of silence. Eddie tells her all about Middle Earth, about Sam and Frodo and the ring and the journey to make the world better. She’d read The Hobbit a little bit ago, so she listens and asks questions like “why didn’t Bilbo leave just the ring in Erebor?” and Eddie tells her what he thinks. She tells him about the story she’s writing about kids given a quest by an evil old witch who’s really not evil at all, and before they know it, the sun is setting.

“Well, I got, like, the bottom done. What do you think?”

Eddie looks up from his lap. Annie is right behind him, watching his face in the mirror and his hair…

…Looks so much better.

“Oh my God, Annie, I love you.”

“It’s not even done.”

“Yeah but now I can put it in a ponytail to keep it out of my way and I can throw away this fucking hat.”

Eddie squeezes her in a tight hug and she laughs and laughs.

“We’ll meet here after school tomorrow? And I can finish it?”

“Yeah! Just don’t get caught on the wrong side of the train, yeah?”

Annie laughs again and they start their walk. Eddie lives four blocks away from her, and he lives seven blocks from school. He contemplates walking her back, hates that she’s gotta walk alone because she stayed late for him. But she tells him her dad will lose his shit if he sees Eddie and knows she took the hair stuff, so he grips her in another hug and tells her to call him when she gets home.

As they part, Eddie realizes there’s a car sitting in front of the door to their building. His dad is home.

The night is a blur. The morning comes so different from the day before that Eddie almost thinks it was a dream. Eddie’s in the police station, social worker sitting by his side with a clipboard and a massive stack of papers. Eddie feels himself answering her questions but all he can see is his mom’s body on the kitchen floor and his Dad sat at the table, head in his hands, and shattered dishes crunching beneath Eddie’s feet.

They tell him he’s going down to southern Indiana, to live with his uncle. They tell him he’s lucky he’s not going into the system, that he’s lucky he’s leaving the city and the shitty apartment, that he’s lucky he wasn’t home. But he just keeps seeing his mom on the floor and hearing the way his own scream had echoed against the shitty linoleum floor and wonders if someone is going to grab his backpack before he’s taken away.

A garbage back is set at his feet and a police officer gently puts a baseball cap on Eddie’s head. It says IMPD and Eddie feels numb. They don’t let him say goodbye to Annie and Eddie is shuffled into the social worker’s car. They drive and drive, city to suburbs to country to way out nowhere. The social worker, Sherry, tells him the ride is only about an hour and a half, but Eddie doesn’t feel anything, so he doesn’t care.

Hawkins has a cheery little sign as they cross over its border, and the downtown is the size of the block between his old school and the convenience store he and Annie would steal caramels from. The trailer park is on the far side of town. It looks like the one in Kentucky, just smaller. He remembers Wayne faintly, from his earliest faded memories.

He can’t make himself get out of the car when Sherry stops. Wayne is sitting on the couch on the porch smoking, and Eddie feels numb, sees his mom on the floor, hears his own scream.

Wayne comes over, meets Sherry at the foot of the short steps to the front door. They talk for a little, Wayne glancing into the car every few seconds. Sherry pats him on the shoulder then goes into the trailer and Wayne starts walking towards Eddie.

He opens the driver’s side door. Eddie is numb. Wayne looks at him, studying. Eddie can feel that. They wait together in the car until Sherry comes out. Wayne comes to the other side of the car and opens it for Eddie.

“Can I hold your bag for you, kid?”

Eddie grips the garbage bad closer. Wayne lets out a hum and steps back.

“Ok, kid. Come on in, I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Eddie doesn’t really know why he got out of Sherry’s car. Maybe it’s Wayne, maybe it’s the need to keep going, or maybe it’s the barely there, faint feeling, the glimmer he can feel just beyond the sight of his dad, the sight of his mom. It doesn’t really matter, because he does get out of the car, and Wayne doesn’t put a hand on his should even though it looks like he wants to, and Eddie walks in to see a bunch of Wayne’s stuff on the couch and he gets to place his trash bag by the neatly made bed in the trailer’s only bedroom. Wayne lets him have his TV dinner in the room, and when Eddie goes to bed, he presses himself up against the wall, cocooned in the blankets Wayne had piled high, and wants his mom.

#I'd love to hear what y'all think! #stranger things #eddie munson #wayne munson #uncle wayne munson #my oc Annie #eddie's shitty dad #Eddie's favorite swear is fuck #sad boy hours for Eddie #good uncle wayne munson #emotional hurt #the comfort will come later! #my writing #my fic #Willow writes #Willow talks

[icypantherwrites]

Fic Update: Missing, Chapter Three

Summary:

Lance isn’t sure he’s ever felt this tired before. It’s not just from the lack of sleep (even though he’s getting plenty of it every night). It’s not just because of the near endless list of chores he does because everyone else has far more important things to do and he should try to pull his weight where he can. And it’s not entirely from the heavy disappointment that seems to emanate from Shiro every time he looks at Lance and has to be reminded of how much Lance doesn’t measure up to Keith when he was the Red Paladin while he struggles to be a Paladin worthy of the title. But all of those things together (although is he missing one? He’s so tired, it’s hard to focus)? They’re heavy and exhausting and Lance is so tired.

So, so tired.

Chapter Snippet:

“Everything okay?” Hunk asked quietly.

“Um, yeah?” Lance tried for a smile that took far more effort than it should and based on Hunk’s narrowing expression it had been noticed. “Just a little tired,” he admitted, lowering his eyes as he was unable to meet Hunk’s sometimes too sharp honey gaze. “Didn’t sleep well.”

Both last night and his nap, even though Lance couldn’t recall lying awake unable to sleep either so he must have actually fallen asleep.

Just, not restful sleep. It happened every now and then, especially when he was feeling really homesick or, embarrassing but true, lonely and left out, but this was a rather extreme case especially as he couldn’t pinpoint any one particular thing.

But maybe that was the point.

He couldn’t pinpoint one thing because it was so many things and they were all snowballing together and it was turning into an avalanche and he was probably going to mess something else up and disappoint Shiro again and—

A snap in front of his eyes had him jolting again and that time it was followed by a hot flush as he realized he’d, once more, zoned out again.

Was that three times now? Four?

How tired was he?

“Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t apologize,” Hunk countered. “You don’t feel okay.”

“I’m fine,” Lance insisted.

He had to be.

Read it here

(published up to chapter 1 on AO3)

#voltron #vld #fanfiction #fanfic #lance #langst #hunk #hurt lance #emotional hurt #emotional whump #exhaustion #protective hunk #Missing #icypanther #icypantherwrites #platonic hance #lance and hunk friendship

[oceandaffodils22]

Rage, rage against the dying of the light

Chapters: 1/4

Rating: Mature

Archive warnings: Creator chose not to use archive warnings, Graphic depictions of violence

Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker

Main tags: Canon Divergence - Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith, Emotionally Unstable Anakin Skywalker, Angst and Feels, Anakin Skywalker Loves Obi-Wan Kenobi, Dark Anakin Skywalker, Dead Sheev Palpatine

Anakin’s entire existence falls apart the moment he finds out about Obi-Wan’s death, which leaves him utterly exposed to the claws of the dark side. Against all Palpatine’s predictions, though, the boy is anything but easily manipulated - especially when it comes to his beloved former Master.

or: Newly Sith Anakin finally gets rid of Palpashit and embraces a dark life, refusing to let his Obi-Wan go

Aand… Here's my Sith fic for the @sith-obikin fest!

The angst is real here so mind the tags👀 Hope you like it!!

Read on Ao3

#my writing #fic writing #obikin #obikin fic #prompts #sith obikin #sith obikin fest #my mood board #obi wan #anakin #anakin skywalker #obi wan kenobi #darth vader #vader #sith anakin #dark anakin #dead palpashit #yess #angst and feels #emotional hurt

[morgansunflower]

Broken Wing

Batmom! Reader X Bat! Sons

Warnings:heavy angst & explicit language

Words:1550

Arthur's notes! Third P. O. V

Requested taglist @too-strong-to-lose

Batmom helps each of her Robin's broken wings.

It'd been 3 days since things had finally got back to normal. Grayson had thankfully returned the mantel to his Dad and was able to return back to Blud-haven. His baby brother was back. Dick however had missed the family dinner last night claiming he had trouble in Bludhaven he had to take care of. Batmom wasn't buying it. During the time when Bruce was gone, Grayson was under too much pressure. He was OK, really he tried to convince himself. Grayson sat in his chair as his heart cried knowing he was alone. He'd been patrolling and working with the team nonstop. He was growing distant with everyone. He never gave himself a chance to fully grasp everything that was falling apart. Batmom decided to go check in on her son. On her way she first ordered take-out from big belly burger. She walked up the steps to his apartment with the bag of food in hand. She uses the key he gave her for emergencies. She opens the door to the dark room. It was a complete wreck, Alfred would have panic if he saw this. She hears a shallow breath from his bedroom.

"Grayson?"

She instantly drops everything as she thinks she hears him suffocating. She opens his door seeing him touching his neck as he felt he can't breath. His eyes were shaking and his hands felt they were on pins and needles.

"Dick! Son! It's OK!" she touches his shoulders as his panicked eyes looked into her "hey listen to me, listen to my breathing" she follows through the breaching exercise she taught Jason, Grayson did just that "good job son. Feel my hands you're safe" she encouraged, he looked down feeling completely helpless as his guilt ate at him. "hey look at me.. please look at me" she pleaded

He takes a deep breath pinching the bridge of his nose "I don't.. I don't know what to do anymore mommmm" he said with a shallow breath.

"you don't need to have all the answers sweetie, you just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other"

"Jason are you ok?" Batmom asked her son over the phone.

He takes a deep breath trying to calm down.. Her heart broke in two recognizing the anxiety in his voice.

"where are you Jay?" she looks out the window seeing the hard rain pouring down "are you ok son? Are you in the dry?"

She grabbed her rain coat still on the phone with him. Jason felt defeated. He'd been sleep deprived, endlessly working himself so he could avoid the inevitable of him not being ok. She uses the tracker to follow to his location.

"you're safe, you're OK I'm here. I'm coming to you right now baby-bird.. Tell me what you feel?"

"I feel the rain..."

....

As she made it to his location Jason sat on the ground curled upward as if he was a child. She uses her umbrella to walk to her second Robin. She kneels down to him. He lifts his head with his eyes heavy with emotion mixed with lack of sleep. His panic attack was the third one in the last 5 days. She reaches to touch his face rubbing his soaking wet forehead. He began to cry. His heart was heavy, so heavy. He wanted to feel, nothing and he feels everything. She hugged him kneeling down. Jason cried in his mom's arms trying to bring himself back together.

"c'mon let's get out of the rain, we'll go home. I'll make you some sweet bread" she suggested

He reluctantly nods, he knew it wasn't going to be easy and that he'd have set backs, but he's not alone "ok.. Mom"

Y/N noticed the coffee pot both in Tim's room(that she did not like) and the one in the kitchen were remaining quite empty. She tried to tell herself that he was focusing on a project.. But her heart was so worried. She tried to talk to him but he kept avoiding her. Tim opened the Manor door returning from school.

"hey Tim, did--" he quickly cut his mom off shutting the door behind him

"sorry Mom I'm too busy to talk right now, see you.. Later!"

He ran off up the stairs before she could respond. He barley talked or ate. She walks into his room seeing the empty Starbucks cups, empty monsters, and empty coffee pot. Tim was typing on his laptop while in his bed. His eyes were bloodshot and baggy. He looked exhausted.

"Tim.." she sighs "this has to stop"

"I uh I have to recalculate the coms and ah.. I need to.. To"

"you need to sleep son.. what is wrong Timothy? I want you to talk to me, I'm your mother or at least legal guardian.. What's happening to you that you are neglecting yourself"

"... I'm fine" he sighed, she knows that's a lie.. He looks away from her feeling like he was a disappointment to her "I never wanted to be a failure to you"

"Timmy! You are my son. I love you, you could never fail me"

He didn't know if the lack of sleep was making him feel more emotional or more likely his emotions had been tightly held for too long. Y/N walks sitting on his bed. She wraps her arms around him. He began to cry feeling her comfort take away his anxiety.

Duke sat on the roof watching the sun go down. Dick and Cassandra just left for patrol after talking with him. Maybe Y/N doesn't know yet.. He hoped not really. He just didn't want her to worry. He had just moved in 6 months ago and was still adjusting to the new family. He couldn't understand where he went wrong. Things were going so right and now it's all wrong. He hears movement, he looks to Y/N. She had just gotten off work when Bruce told her what happened.

"hey"

"hi"

She sits beside him she places her hand on his back.

"I.. Everything was going perfect. I got a family, I was with a girl and.. She doesn't want to be with me for a reason I can't even figure out.. What's wrong with me?"

"not a single thing is wrong with you son. If she can't see how absolutely wonderful you are than she's not for you"

"thanks.." he takes a shaky breath

She kisses his head "well for once the Manor is empty and I'm off for the night to. Want to watch a movie and eat ice-cream?"

For the first time in a while he smiled. They went inside she made two bowls of ice-cream. She walks to the movie room Duke smiled. He then began to think about his mother that died not even a year ago. He reaches his arms to hug her. She hugs her son tightly. At the end of the day he still had all of his family.

Damian takes a deep, he should be stronger than this. He shouldn't feel any pain. He wanted to her to hold him. He sits by his parents bedroom door closing his eyes. His father was on a league mission. He remembered the nightmare he had, or more like a memory of his Mom's near death experience. She had a few close calls but 5 weeks ago.. She was gone, missing for 3 days until they finally found her, but she was gravelly injured in a coma. Damian felt responsible. He should have been able to save her pain. He was terrified she was not going to make it through the night. They were on patrol together when she disappeared. She gave him the only breathing mask, because his was broken. She was protecting him from Scarecrows fear toxin. She ran away before the poisonous gass made her attack her own child. Once he ran after her, she had disappeared. He felt so terrible he couldn't even look at his family. Damian hated feeling everything so deeply, he was a lot like his older brother in that sense. He wanted to let himself break down his walls and open the door. He knew well, that Y/N would welcome him with open arms. Though to admit defeat.. To admit he's truly scared. He remembers her holding his hand with her weak grip. She was far too fragile to even be touched he thought. She was strong but he'd never seen her in so much pain. Damian covers his face with his palms as his tears swelled his eyes. Batmom's eyes open from slumber, hearing the crys of her baby bird. She quickly leaves her bed to take her robe. She cautiously opens the door unaware, but fearful that one of her children had a terrible frightening nightmare. She sees Damian sitting on the floor in tears. Her heart drops. She leans down to touch his arms. She kisses his face and holds him up to her arms. Damian swiftly hugged her sobbing, he felt her heartbeat. He loves her so much. She's his mom.

"shhhhh shh I'm here, it's OK son" she cooed. "I'm here baby"

"forgive me mother" he begs

"Damian Wayne! There is absolutely nothing you have to apologize for, I'm ok. Do not blame yourself for anything son"

#Batmom #batmom x batfam #batmom x damian wayne #Batmom X Tim Drake #Batmom X Duke Thomas #batmom x jason todd #Batmom X Dick Grayson #Robin #bittersweet #Angst #Comfort #batfamily #fluff #emotional hurt #batmom #PTSD

[whumpshots]

Whump ABC #20 - Trauma

Based on the results of this poll.

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Whumpee's eyes are glazed over as they cower in the corner of the room. Caretaker knows they won't speak any time soon, but at least they are somewhat responsive. The trigger was small, but enough to send them down a spiral of flashbacks and panic.

Caretaker made sure no one's going to walk in, made sure the lights are on and everything is visible around whumpee. No too rushed movements, low voice. They know the drill by now, although they still don't know what happened in whumpee's past to trigger such reactions.

They watch as whumpee takes a few deep breaths until they relax enough to close their reddened eyes for a few seconds. The shaking stopped a few minutes ago.

"Loud noises ...," whumpee rasps in a shaky voice. "It's the loud noises." Their voice is small, but caretaker hears how much they try to speak to them. Even though caretaker does not expect them to.

"I know ... I figured out." Whumpee nods slowly and manages a small smile.

"'course you did." Whumpee closes their eyes again and takes another few deep breaths. "It's been so long ... so long ago. It just doesn't stop. Everytime I think it's been long enough ago, something like this happens ..."

Whumpee hides their face behind their hands and caretaker reaches out to touch them softly. "You've made progress. Don't forget that."

#whump #whump writing #whump drabble #whumpee #caretaker #trauma #traumatised whumpee #tw trauma #emotional whump #whump trope #whump prompt #emotional hurt #hurt/comfort #whump abc #whumpshots

[wangxianficrecs]

We All Have A Hunger by through_shadows_falling

We All Have A Hunger

by through_shadows_falling

T, 56k, Xicheng, background Wangxian

Summary: Jiang Cheng was dying. The healer was just one of many who’d arrived at the same conclusion—they had no idea how to break the starvation curse ravaging his system. At first, Jiang Cheng had been furious, but as the weeks passed, profound relief washed over him. He'd never realized how tired he was. The thought of closing his eyes to rest and never having to wake up again seemed…peaceful. A quiet end to a life of anger and bitterness and guilt. It was more than he deserved.

Mojo's comments: Nice story. The beginning is filled with angst: jiang cheng is dying but also glad to die, because he's tired and lonely and hopeless. His sideways (plausibly deniable) attempt at suicide before the starvation curse kills him fails… and now he has to face the consequences. Healing is a slow, long, bumpy road with many false starts and regressions. But he slowly gets better, healing himself, his relationship with wwx, and, surprisingly, helps lan xichen in his OWN healing journey. He and LXC become friends and then, slowly, more… both states of being are new and scary for jc, but the reward is worth fighting for.

angst, self-esteem issues, emotional hurt, emotional hurt/comfort, suicidal thoughts, mind healers, therapy, family issues, brotherly feels, developing relationship, character growth, character study, hurt jiang cheng, curses, starvation curse, healing, recovery, slow burn, xicheng, demisexual jiang cheng, pov jiang cheng, happy ending, the untamed canon, jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation, @through-shadows-falling​

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#Wangxian Fic Rec #The Untamed #wangxian #MDZS #Mojo's Rec #angst #self-esteem issues #emotional hurt #emotional hurt/comfort #suicidal thoughts #mind healers #therapy #family issues #brotherly feels #developing relationship #character growth #character study #hurt jiang cheng #curses #starvation curse #healing #recovery #slow burn #xicheng #demisexual jiang cheng #pov jiang cheng #happy ending #the untamed canon #jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation #long fic > 50k

[lingeringmirth]

convenient

Stranger Things | Steve Harrington & the Party | Rating: G | Words: 200 | Angst, Emotional hurt, Steve needs a hug.

Written for @whumpril day 9. self-doubt | Also here on AO3.

The thought came to Steve when he was reaching for his keys from the bowl by the door where he always left them after carefully putting down the receiver into its cradle following Dustin’s call.

Do they only care because I can give them free rides? Am I just convenient?

His knuckles rested against the bottom of the bowl as his fist curled loosely around the keys, not quite picking them up, even as he wanted nothing more than to be out of the empty house and the pool behind it that haunted his nightmares. More thoughts followed even when he tried shaking them loose, because thinking about them wouldn’t help.

Is that the only thing I am to them? Free rides and a big empty house where they can be rowdy and make me get them pizza? Do they even like me?

In the end, he decided that he didn’t care, it was better than nothing to be wanted because he always said yes rather than not being wanted at all. The kids were always better than Tommy and Carol, in any case, even if in some ways they weren’t.

I don’t deserve better, after how I was before.

#whumpril2024 #whumprilday9 #prompt: self-doubt #angst #hurt steve harrington #steve harrington & the party #emotional hurt #stranger things

[alex-dontknow]

Soft Care.

Characters: Tabi (FnF: EX Boyfriend) and Gender-Neutral Reader.

Story type: Hurt/comfort —> Fluff

Relationship: can be seen as platonic or romantic.

Author's note: this was originally written as a romantic x Reader, but adjustments have been made to make it more versatile. The original is up on Ao3 under the same name.

@taterswithranch

"Any idea what ya want for dinner?" you called from the kitchen as you sorted plates and glasses into each respective cabinet. You winced as a plate made a particularly loud clang before adding, "I can order in if you'd like!"

"I do not care," Tabi's voice replied from the living room, just audible over the noise of you stacking dishes, "get whatever. I'm not fussy."

After tidying the last of the dishes into the cupboards, you went directly to the lounge to hopefully strike a conversation with the skull-headed man sat on your couch. He was sat back against the cushions with his arms folded, staring down at his lap with a deadpan expression. You internally sighed.

It was only a day after Tabi moved in with you. You has spent months to gain his trust after finding him battered and broken in an alleyway, freshly stripped of his career and body. The image of him shaking with tears and wrapped in that dusty, dirty blanket tugged at your heartstrings, and you never wanted to see him like that again.

Your friendship was rocky, but quite close. Tabi was tolerant of your gags and affection, but always pushed you off of him whenever you got a little too touchy. You respected that of course, considering what he had went through. When you finally offered for him to officially move in with you instead of bouncing across motels, he was understandably quite suspicious.

However, after you promised and swore up and down that you genuinely wanted him with you for the sake of giving him a home (it surprisingly took much less persuasion than anticipated,) he accepted!! You could even see his golden eyes glow a slight pinkish hue. The sight of his eyes gleaming with happiness and tears would always make you smile every time you remembered that heartfelt memory... although it was only yesterday.

Returning to the present, you casually dropped down onto the couch next to him, crossing your legs and leaning back onto the cushions. You looked down at the ex-musician next to you and go to place your hand on his shoulder. Unfortunately he saw your hand and flinched away, frowning a little. You also frowned, but in confusion.

"I just–" Tabi spoke up gruffly, relaxing again, "... don't really like to be touched anymore."

"Why not?" You asked gently, sitting up to look at Tabi in the eye. He shifted uncomfortably, tugging his hoodie zipper as he replied, shrugging.

"I never did after the uh..." his voice faltered.

"... that night."

Your heart sank. It was understandable in the long run that Tabi wouldn't like to get affectionate or super-close with anyone, especially in light of what that family had done to him. The Dearests. Simply hearing the name aloud or in your own head made your blood boil. How dare they do this to such a kind individual?

"I get that," you replied. Tabi only blinked at your response, averting his gaze slightly. Suddenly you get an idea– a somewhat risky one at that, but you hoped it would be worthwhile.

Slowly, you inched your hand towards Tabi's face. The skull-headed man instantly went to move away, but you interrupted him.

"Please, stay still... just trust me." You flashed him a gentle, reassuring smile as you moved closer and closer to the side of his skull.

Tabi squeezed his eyes shut in fearful anticipation, you could see the skull tremble ever so slightly as your hand drew nearer until it lightly cupped the side of his face. He squeaked a little once he felt your warm palm against his cheek, your thumb gently stroking the bone underneath his eyes.

"I'm not trying to do anything extreme or hurtful, Tabi," you reassured him, "I only wanted to try something."

Tabi sat there, processing the sensation on his left cheek for a solid ten seconds. You were unsure what he would do in response. Would he stay there, or would he push you away again and leave?

But, as luck would have it, the former occurred. Tabi actually leaned into your palm, the cold side of his nose resting against the heel of your thumb as he closed his eyes. His entire expression was so soft, much unlike the Tabi you talked to shy of one minute ago. You could feel his warm breath against your palm, making you smile as a sense of accomplishment bubbled up inside of you.

"I told'ya it would feel nice," you said quietly, chuckling softly as you watched a light amount of blush dust his cheeks as he melted into your hand.

Perhaps you both stayed like that for a minute, maybe two, but a quiet sniffle snapped you back into reality. Tabi's eyes were looking back up at you, brimming and sparkling with tears. His hand shakily rose upwards to hold your wrist, keeping your hand in place.

"... I, uh..." his voice was soft, trembling and cracking from holding in the tears, "... I-I didn't realize how much I needed this..."

Sympathy swelled inside your chest as you embraced the ex-musician, wrapping your arms around his torso and pulling him close to your chest. He shivered considerably at the sudden rush of feeling all over his body, but sunk into your arms and wrapped his own around your torso. Considering you were at least five inches taller than the skull man, hugging him was no difficult chore. You even felt triumphant that he allowed you to embrace him like this.

You rubbed tender circles into Tabi's back as you heard him begin to weep into your chest, quiet but pitiful sobs muffled by your shirt. No doubt the tears would stain the fabric, but that was the least of your concerns. All you cared about in the moment was making sure he felt safe, comforted and trusted. You didn't expect Tabi to be so starved of affection.

Starved of love.

Starved of... touch.

"... Listen to me, Tabi..." you spoke gently, lifting the ex-musician's face up with your hands and cupping both of his cheeks. "I promise, I swear that I will always stay with you. I want you to know that I will never repeat history. I will never do what she did. I love you, Tabi, and I will never let you get hurt like that ever again."

Tabi whimpered softly, his response coming out as a whisper.

"... Promise...?"

You nodded. "Promise."

Something repeatedly slapped into your thigh, prompting you to look down in curiosity. You exhaled in pleasant surprise as you saw a small, soft tail the same colour as his skull wag gently against your leg. Suppressing a wholesome squeal, you grinned and looked down at the short man in your arms.

"Several months of getting to know ya," you remarked playfully, "and I never knew you had a tail."

Tabi made a quiet noise and hugged you tighter, "Didn't feel it was necessary to tell."

You chuckled. "What urged the change of heart, then?"

"... trust you, now ... and you like it..."

"You're right," you smile and pat the back of his head gently, "I love it."

The little tail wagged even more at those last three words as Tabi made a happy squeak, cuddling into your chest. You giggled and gave him a gentle headpat.

An idea suddenly arose in your head.

"Hey, hear me out on this..."

You never anticipated that a vast majority of the snacks and fizzy sodas in the kitchen would be pulled out for one single night. However, in light of your current circumstances, you could not care less as you held Tabi close and watched the corny series play out on the TV. You both had already burnt through a two-litre bottle of cola and a shared bag of Doritos, but you were both warm and happy as you laid there on the couch, draped in a cozy blanket.

You briefly glanced down at Tabi, noticing how his eyes glowed a more vibrant pinkish hue. The man now laid in your arms, his skull nestled against the crook of your neck.

"Were your eyes always that pink?" you asked playfully, watching Tabi freeze up. He made an irritated grumble as he buried himself into your chest, pulling the blanket up further over his shoulders.

" N-No ..."

You giggled and lifted his face up, pressing a gentle, tender kiss to his forehead. Despite the blanket weighing it down, you could see his little tail begin to wag in happiness again.

"... Y/N...?"

"Hm..?"

"... I don't want this moment to end..."

"Neither do I, Tabi..."

"... please don't leave me..."

Those last few words made you feel incredible sympathy as Tabi's arms tightened around you, hearing him whine quietly. You reached a hand up to stroke the back of his head in smooth motions, whispering reassuring words into his ear.

"I'm not gonna leave ya, Tabs. I promise."

Both your words and the comforting strokes of your hand elicited a short, soft sound similar to a cat's purr from the ex-musician's throat as he snuggled into your chest, practically clinging to you like a baby koala. You chuckled and headpatted him even more, kissing his forehead once again. His tail wagged even harder, much to your delight.

"... I love you..." you heard him mumble. Smiling, you hold him close and give one last kiss on the forehead as you feel him slowly drift off to sleep against your neck, his breaths soft against your collar.

"Love ya too, Tabs."

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