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  • ao3feed-tododeku
    01.12.2021 - 2 minutes ago

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way)

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way) by venthii

    Izuku is struggling with his pain management. It's time to admit that he needs help.

    Words: 1159, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

    Series: Part 5 of Hand Over Hand

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto

    Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

    Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst, Hero Complex, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Headaches & Migraines, Sickfic

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35447071

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  • dandelione
    01.12.2021 - 7 minutes ago

    Bring him back {from his madness}

    Jaskier stood still. Roach was restless, he could hear her. But she wasn't there. Around him, there was no forest, where they had camped, no trees, no monsters, nothing. Only fog. Jaskier looked down, there was snow. He noticed he was freezing. And that probably, around him, there was only snow and fog.

    He dared not to move. Perhaps it was an illusion, but his mind told him something different. Despite that, Jaskier stood still. And waited. Waited, until a figure started to form from far away. Ashen hair, golden eyes. A sword on his back. His beautiful features became clearer as Geralt got near.

    Jaskier smiled sadly. The Witcher moved faster as if he was scared Jaskier was going to leave soon. He was. "Old friend," Jaskier said. They were distant but Geralt could hear him. He could smell the decay of his flesh. No. The decay of his soul.

    "I will be there. I'm close. The Dreamer said so. I'm close to you, Jaskier." said Geralt, his voice a desperate growl.

    "Don't," Jaskier said. Still as marble. "You need to stay home. And you won't like what you'll see. There's a reason your sexy Dreamer could reach me, Geralt. Summon me here, in this cage of yours…it's cold. You're always feeling cold, aren't you, darling?" Jaskier tilted his head. Then he twisted it too much. Bones cracked. Geralt arrived in time to hold Jaskier's head before he could break his neck in half. He could, here. As a rotting soul.

    Yet he was so beautiful. His once colorful clothes were stained and torn apart. But aside from that, aside from that deadly pale skin, he looked perfect.

    "Don't hurt yourself."

    "I don't feel pain. Not anymore. But don't worry, Geralt…" Jaskier looked at the other in a flutter of his eyelashes.

    "I never talked. I didn't even say what little I knew. Are you proud of me, love?" His voice was distorted now. And so gentle. Geralt huffed, the cold creeping inside his bones. His world turned against him, in his mind, because someone out of control was there with him now.

    It hurt.

    "I saved you, Jaskier. You've recovered from your wounds. But you don't open your eyes. You're home. With me."

    "No! Oh, no no. I was going on an adventure with you, in a forest - I forgot its name. We're searching for a djinn! Oh, I'm scared, to be fair."

    Delusions. Geralt was shivering but never stop holding Jaskier's head. His eyes went empty.

    "...but don't worry, Geralt, or whoever you are now. Oh, Geralt. Old friend, the secret of my heart. Sacred and loved…" His blue lips parted for a smile made of broken teeth and blood pooling down his chin.

    "I will never talk."

    And Geralt woke up, sweaty. The Dreamer was next to him, holding his hand. He did everything right. Talked his heart out to her about the man at Kaer Morhen, sleeping without any sign of ever wanting to return to them. To Geralt.

    "Why doesn't he listen to me?" Geralt hated the pain in his strained voice. The woman looked at him, sadly.

    "A mage can torture a mind endlessly. You will need to summon his soul more. He stays in his delusions, and when you changed them, he thought you were another illusion. He doesn't know he's safe. He was gone, during his torture, way before your arrival."

    Geralt snarled, furious. The Dreamer allowed him to pace around the room, his eyes gold and hurt, eye bags under them. He was going insane. He needed Jaskier back, no matter what.

    "Right." Geralt said. "He was babbling about a Djinn. The day I started to be mean against him, I was searching for a Djinn. Three wishes. A fucking Djinn, yes."

    "Don't," The Dreamer murmured, despairing. "Don't force him out of his defenses. Don't hurt him more than you already did, Geralt."

    The Witcher stopped moving and looked at the woman, ready to bite her head off. She stood proud, she knew. Geralt had told her anything, after all.

    "Call to him, asleep. Pick up his threads, sew them back together. He will wail and scream, but that is all you have left, Witcher."

    Geralt looked miserable. But he eventually returned contacted during spring Yennefer, to know how the boy was. Well, at least his body.

    Therefore the Wolf returned to the Dreamer as many times as he could. Facing the pain of his own heart, reflected in a sea of snow and fog. And Jaskier would be there, his young figure so different from how he looked in reality now. He had forgotten the passage of time. But it wasn't important.

    He had all the time that was needed if it meant hearing Jaskier's voice in reality even just for one instant. No matter…how much it would hurt the other to see the truth. That Geralt was there. Real. And that the songbird's physical pain ended, but not the one inside his mind. He had to see and accept that there, between the snow and the cold, Jaskier could now handle Geralt's inner world better than Geralt himself.

    They were one, in that endless, sorrowful land for no one but the left behind.

    #the witcher#geraskier #geralt x dandelion #geralt x jaskier #mine#angst#hurt/comfort#protective Geralt #they're going to be fine
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  • dragonpebble
    01.12.2021 - 17 minutes ago

    After hearing about Ghostboo do you think that Tubbo hoped that he would resemble Ghostbur. That at least he would be a memory of Ranboo's happier moments. That even if Ghostboo is different he'll at least be there as a bitter but sweet reminder of Ranboo's life.

    Just to be met with some apathetic copy of him who won't stop insulting his husband.

    #dsmp#dream smp#tubbo#ranboo#beeduo #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!beeduo #mcyt#my post #i crave angst but only hurt/comfort #funny how this isnt that #lmao#fic idea#ghostboo
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  • trashykawahq
    01.12.2021 - 22 minutes ago
    #fluff #yona of the dawn fanfic #yona of the dawn fanfiction #akatsuki no yona #yona of the dawn #yona of the dawn jae ha #jae ha #jaeha x y/n #jaeha x reader #yona of the dawn jaeha #jae-ha #akatsuki no yona fanfic #fanfic#fanfiction#hurt#hurt comfort #jae-ha x reader #jae-ha x y/n #x y/n#x reader#jaeha
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  • ladysunamireads
    01.12.2021 - 23 minutes ago

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way)

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way) by venthii

    Izuku is struggling with his pain management. It's time to admit that he needs help.

    Words: 1159, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

    Series: Part 5 of Hand Over Hand

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto

    Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

    Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst, Hero Complex, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Headaches & Migraines, Sickfic

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35447071

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  • dreamsclock
    01.12.2021 - 39 minutes ago
    #> diskduo #> that one clock guy #> tommy (derogatory) #tw exile arc #> my writing !! #tw unhealthy relationships #tw mental instability #tw mental deterioration #tw trauma #tw emotional distress #tw manipulation#tw cruelty#tw injuries#tw wounds #tw hurt no comfort #tw abuse #> my asks !! #tw panic attack #c!dream neg #c!tommy hurt
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  • ao3feed-ladynoir
    01.12.2021 - 39 minutes ago

    Tell Me We weren't Just Friends

    tell me we weren't just friends by lalunaoscura

    So her karma should be good, right? She didn't know the rules, but one thing she knew was that she didn't deserve what was happening to her right now. She shouldn't be face to face with Adrien Agreste, her old friend and crush, who left Paris ten years ago and she thought she would never see him again. Or the lucky charm, the one she gave to him, around his wrist.

    Words: 7930, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

    Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

    Rating: Explicit

    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

    Categories: F/M

    Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth

    Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

    Additional Tags: Mental Instability, Mental Breakdown, Post Hawkmoth Defeat, One Side Reveal, (then a full one bc we love it), Idiots in Love, Drunken Confessions, Embarrassment, (Marinette being Marinette u know), Eventual Smut, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Drinking, I Tried, (seriously I tried HARD)

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35444542

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  • ao3feed-bakusquad
    01.12.2021 - 39 minutes ago

    Courage & Chamomile

    Courage & Chamomile by ViviandtheTrains

    Bakugou gets seriously injured on a mission during their school years, and Kirishima has FEELINGS about it. So does Bakugou of course, but we all know the saying: he's bad at feelings.

    But when Kirishima starts bringing him tea every night as he recovers from his injuries, he gradually learns how to handle his emotions and face his fears around the safest, sturdiest person he knows.

    Words: 9687, Chapters: 3/5, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

    Categories: M/M

    Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou

    Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou

    Additional Tags: Canon Universe, U.A. High School, Getting Together, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Dialogue Heavy, POV Alternating, Fluid/Chaotic POV, Hard of Hearing Bakugou Katsuki, Sharing a Bed, Non-Sexual Bedsharing, Blood and Injury, Blood, Serious Injuries, off-screen violence, Underage Drinking, Narcotics, Vomiting, Needles, Weight Loss (due to injury recovery)

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35446696

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  • ladysunamireads
    01.12.2021 - 39 minutes ago

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way)

    Where I Dwell (Look the Other Way) by venthii

    Izuku is struggling with his pain management. It's time to admit that he needs help.

    Words: 1159, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

    Series: Part 5 of Hand Over Hand

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto

    Relationships: Midoriya Izuku/Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku

    Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt, Angst, Hero Complex, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs Therapy, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Protective Todoroki Shouto, Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend, Headaches & Migraines, Sickfic

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35447071

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  • beewithknee
    01.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    abused becomes the abuser

    asher x babe hurt/comfort

    t.w - mentioned abused, panic attacks

    “And one day, you watch. The abused will become the abuser and then where will you be?”

    That quote echoed through your head as you sat silently. You knew the odds, you knew the damage that they had done to you. But still, you knew the statistics, you had read the studies, done the research. You hated the fact that the cycle of abuse was sometimes unbreakable, you despised that part of you.

    That part that was connected to them.

    You cringed at the thought of giving them more power over you than they already had. Sniffling trying to suck it up. You hated giving into the pain, into their torture, but god it was hard to resist. The walls seemed to close in, crushing you under their weight, you knew it was all a trick, but fuck if it didn’t feel real. Flashes of agony flickered through your mind. Seductive kisses of pain littered your skin, leaving perfect bruises in their wake. You knew it wasn't healthy, you knew you should tell someone, but this was your burden to bear not theirs. Your lover would curse himself if he found out what was racing through your mind, which is why you would keep silent about it. Keeping your mouth shut and ignoring it was the best plan, that much was clear. You would never force your shit onto your boyfriend, that wasn't fair or right. You brought your fisted hands up to your head, smashing them down against your skull, over and over and over again.

    The truth?

    You weren’t alright. You weren't fine. You were dying inside and nobody could tell. You screamed at yourself day and night that you wouldn't become the monsters that they were, but your hands still balled, your fists still flew, even if it was just at yourself.

    “Woah, woah, woah. Baby, baby. Shhh. It's okay. It's just me” The whispered words were accompanied by hands on the sides of your head, stopping your fists from making contact. You whimpered, eyes still screwed up tight. The hands took your own, guiding them into your lap, thumb stroking over your palm. “Shh. It's okay. It's me, it's just Asher. I'm right here, babe.” His familiar voice carried its way through your mind, stabbing at the memories. Your werewolf kept the contact minimal, not knowing if it would help and fearing that it would hurt. You twisted your hands, trying to get them out of his grip. Asher stayed still, letting you writhe next to him. His heart broke at the sight of your tear-stained cheeks and pained whimpers. He exhaled slowly, letting you hear his breathing. Your hands shook in his and more tears spilt over. Asher grimaced “It's okay babe. You’re not there, you’re here with me. Asher, it's me.” He reassured once again, keeping his voice quiet. His words got through your brain, you recognized his voice.

    “A-asher?” You croaked, voice strained from the crying. He let out a relieved sigh. “Yeah, it's me babe. Open your eyes for me?” He asked, leaving it up to you. The beta felt his heart break for the second time at the sight of your red and watery eyes. He gave a sympathetic smile, releasing your hands and opening his arms. After episodes like that, you usually closed yourself off. You hated getting close to people.

    You shook your head, backing into the corner. He nodded and dropped his arms. “Wanna talk about it?” He offered “No. But, you… you should go.” Asher looked taken aback. What?

    What did you say?

    “I should go?” He echoed. You nodded, “You should leave. I- I can't let you deal with this.” You whispered out shamefully. Your cheeks burnt with embarrassment. Asher sat down fully, crossing his legs under him. “Talk to me. What's going on in that beautiful head of yours?” He questioned carefully, you moved further away, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

    “I-” You stopped, unsure where to start. “Do you want the whole truth?”

    “Preferably, yes.”

    “Fuck okay.” You swore, rubbing your sore hand over your eyes. You took a shaky, steading breath. “You know how shitty my family was, but uh. There's been more and more studies coming out. Cases where the victims become the abusers and… fuck. I just… What if that's me? I mean, my first instinct when I get mad is to make a fist. What happens when that isn't enough? What happens when I hit you? What happens if I start hitting our kids? What-” You were cut off by your lover. “Don't get caught up in the what if’s. The fact that you are so terrified of hurting me or our future kid/s, just shows you how different you are from them. What they did to you is so far from okay, but you are not them. You will never be them. I love you, with everything in me and I am not going anywhere.” Asher’s words made tears well up in your eyes again. How could he have so much faith in you?

    You were at a loss for words. Your whole life had been about trying to prove how different you were, but Asher said it with such ease, such confidence. It almost made you think it was true. Asher opened his arms once again and you slowly walked forward, giving him time to change his mind. As soon as you were in reach, he pulled you into his lap, resting his head over yours.

    “Babe, this shit sucks. It's not fair and I'm so sorry you had to go through it, but I'm here now. I'm always gonna be here to support you and love you. Always.`` The promise made you smile, you loved him so much. You just hoped they were not empty words.

    “I love you.” “I love you too.”

    #redacted asmr#redacted asher #t.w abuse #panic attacks#fluff#hurt/comfort #this one hurts #pls be careful reading it #if you deal with this shit #I see you #you are valid #you are not them #x male reader #x female reader #x gender neutral reader #g.n reader #parents and family suck sometimes lol
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  • darling-jack
    01.12.2021 - 1 hour ago

    Eventide

    Denial, part I.

    John was gone.

    That was about all Arthur could understand.

    #red dead redemption #red dead redemption 2 #art#digital art#fanfic#rdr2 fanart#rdr2 fanfic#ao3#arthur morgan #dutch van der linde #hosea matthews#john marston#hurt/comfort#angst#whump#rdr1 AU#asexual characters#asexual relationship #fuck you I make my own representation #and its ace cowboys
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  • whumpiguess
    01.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    kissing damaged knuckles

    -tenderly, carefully, a gentle apology for the sting of the disinfectant

    -teasing, a smile pressed to bruised skin, "want me to kiss it better?"

    -reluctantly, resentfully, kneeling before an enemy with a throbbing cheek

    -to ease the cold, warm breath on chapped and aching hands

    -a little rough, relief and rebuke at once, "don't ever do that again"

    just...kissing damaged knuckles!

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  • violentxssly
    01.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    i knew you would get tired at some point, but still... guess seeing you walk away from me in small and almost imperceptible ways was my death penalty. even if it was my fault, even if I pushed you away a hundred times, even if I had a rash feeling that I would be better off alone, that shit broke me in so many ways i can't even start to count

    #vent #ex best friend #i really liked you #we were a mess but it was our mess #overwhelmed#sad thoughts#it hurts#ithurtsithurtsithurts #i genuinely hate it and im just venting here because tumblr have always made me feel more comfortable that my own friends and therapist #venting #tumblr is definitely my safe place :) #toxic friendship#toxic friends
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  • the-princess-s-stories
    01.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Cavillmas Day One, Theme: Decorating the Tree: The Great Ornament Debate of 1272

    Edit: I had this set to post at nine today and it post before I could add this!! I know later on it says they move the nest which will make it hard for the mother bird to find the nest again, but they did not move the nest far, so we'll assume baby birdies are ok!

    Word Count: 2,409 (Highest word count in a one-shot/chapter for me!)

    Pairing: Geralt of Riva x Reader

    Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, I guess. Nudity is mentioned but in a fluffy way. Somehow it turned slightly sexual with a bit of pet play mentioned towards the end. I didn't mean for that to happen, but it did and I'm too lazy to cut it out.

    Summary: Geralt has never really celebrated Christmas and this is your first Christmas together with him. You go out into the words and you find the perfect tree, but it costs you.

    A/N: It is implied that the reader is female, but males and nonbinaries are welcome too! I'm a bit lost on the timeline so I had to Google the time period in which the show is set in and got a lot of uncertain answers so I took my best guess- please don't come for my head. Thanks to @cavillsthighs for including me, this is my first time doing someone's challenge so I hope I do well. I own the graphic below, by the way. If you want to use it, you're more than welcome, just tag me.

    Maybe coming with Geralt was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve stayed in the inn that you two were living in until the end of December. Maybe you should’ve at least exchanged your winter dress for warmer leather pants and a tunic with a cloak.

    Regardless of what your regrets were, this was your first Christmas with the Witcher, who had never really celebrated Christmas, so- however much you loved him- you were not going to let him screw it up. So you did your best to curl into his body as you rode on Roach through the snowy woods.

    "I told you to stay at the inn- you're freezing." Geralt spoke- his voice sounded deeper than usual since you were pressed against his chest. He had one of those stunning, muscular arms wrapped about your body tightly to keep you on the horse in front of him.

    "L-like you know an-anything about t-the science of ch-choosing a Christmas t-tree." You stuttered out, shivering.

    Geralt scoffed as he pulled the reins to make Roach stop. "You just pick a tree."

    "N-no. It ha-has to be f-full and v-very green." You pouted slightly when Geralt slid out of the saddle behind you, dropping the ground. He gave another scoff before picking you up into his arms as if you were his bride.

    "Well, I challenge you to not pick a tree from the hundreds in these woods."

    The two of you were surrounded by fir trees that were covered with inches of snow and drooping with icicles. You tried to wiggle out of Geralt's grip, but he held you firmly; you gave him a playful glare.

    "I have to see the trees so I can choose one." You told him, your shivering finally starting to cease as Geralt's heat seeped into your body.

    "If you get down, you're going to be cold again." Geralt told you, using that firm no-room-for-argument voice.

    "Well at least show me some trees that you think will work." You huffed.

    "I thought you said I knew nothing of the science of choosing a Christmas tree?"

    "Stop being a pain in the ass, Witcher."

    Laughing, he started to walk around in the snow, looking at the trees that were only slightly taller than his 6'1". You watched him in silence, half paying attention to the trees and half gazing at his face. It seemed he was taking this as seriously as he would any other "mission"- you could tell by the way his jaw muscles tightened in concentration.

    "That one." You reluctantly turned away from his face and looked at the tree he was pointing at.

    It was about 3 or 4 inches taller than Geralt and full of snow.

    "Take me to it." You told him as if he was your personal chauffer (which, come to think of it, he was). He walked over to the tree, his grip on you still tight to ensure you didn't try to wiggle out of his grasp and nearly freeze again.

    He walked around it in slow circles so you could inspect every part of it. You brushed off some snow here and there- it appeared to be a healthy tree. It was rich green with full branches. Was it possible Geralt had found the right one on the first try? You leaned as close as you could to the tree, trying to look deeper into it.

    After a few seconds of squinting really hard, you made out a problem.

    "Something lives here." You turned to your Witcher. "There's a bird's nest in the tree, close to the trunk."

    "Is it abandoned?"

    "I don't know, but I don't want to steal a bird's home if it's not." You told him.

    "I can move the nest to a different tree." He gave a somewhat exasperated smile as if you forgot his abilities.

    "Yeah, but that should be a last resort. Let's keep looking." He chuckled at your kindness towards nature and kept walking around to look at the trees.

    Three trees later, you had been set back into the snow to watch as Geralt removed the bird's nest from the first tree.

    He used gentle hands, much like what he used with you, and reached into the prickly fir needles. It didn't seem to bother him as it would you, but he quickly pulled his hand out.

    "What's wrong?" You asked.

    "There's still birdlings in the nest."

    "How do you know? I never heard them."

    "One of the bastards bit me." He held his now bleeding thumb.

    "Ouch- Geralt don't reach back in!" You glared at your boyfriend as he made another move to remove the nest —- per usual, he didn't listen to you.

    You covered your eyes as he continued to reach towards the nest, wincing when he grunted in pain.

    "Hey, Y/N, look." He eventually said. Not able to resist that voice, you slowly uncovered your eyes and blinked a couple of times to see him holding a baby blue jay. His hands were covered in bird bites and blood, but the baby bird seemed to have calmed down.

    You gasped.

    "Want to hold him?"

    "Yes!" You made your way over, slowly as to not scare the bird. Gently, Geralt shifted his hands so you could grab the bird.

    "Watch its wings." He told you, helping you place your hands in the correct place. You held the bird delicately, afraid you might crush it, as Geralt removed the last two birds from the nest. You held two birds and he held one as he grabbed the fragile nest and moved it to a neighboring tree. Slowly, the two of you were able to settle the baby birds into their new home.

    "OK." Geralt turned to you after you had placed the last bird into the nest with its siblings. "Let's get the tree, now so we can get back home. You look half-frozen."

    If you were honest, you hadn't noticed it in the excitement of baby birds, but now that he mentioned it, you realized that your fingers were aching and your nose was numb.

    "I agree, I'm so cold." You rubbed your tiny hands together, trying to create some sort of friction. Geralt gave you a soft, small smile as he began to pull the tree down with his hands- because that's what Witchers do, you guessed. Who needs a hatchet?

    The next day came and you immediately knew that you had made a mistake, staying out in the cold all day the day before.

    Despite having sat down near the fire as Geralt stood the tree in the corner of the room, you felt awful when you woke up the next morning.

    Feeling as cold as you did the day before, you pressed your body into the sleeping Geralt, trying to sniffle away your stuffiness. Geralt must've noticed something was wrong though, because he was quickly awakened and was pressing a large hand to your forehead.

    "You're burning up." He murmured to you in that scratchy morning voice that sent chills down your spine.

    "I think it's just a cold." You assured him, your voice sounding congested and sickly.

    "Still sickness." He told you, scooping you up into his arms and kissing your head. "You should bathe, it'll help you feel better."

    You glanced to the undecorated fir in the corner of the room.

    "The tree can wait, Y/N." Geralt told you. He picked you up and led you to the tub, which he filled with hot water. While you waited for the water to cool slightly, Geralt helped you untie your nightdress, his fingers seeming unhumanly nimble. The silk slipped from your shoulders and over your curves, landing in a pile around your feet, the cool air enveloping your naked body. Geralt lifted you into his arms and set you down in the water, which made you hiss at the heat, but you quickly relaxed into it. You closed your eyes but opened them again when you heard Geralt's clothes hit the ground and saw him standing there in all his glory. You watched his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he slid into the water with you.

    You quickly turned to sit on his lap, leaning up against his chest and hearing that slow, steady heartbeat. Under the water, his hand slowly yet soothingly ran up and down your thigh. You could've fallen asleep again, but his kisses on your neck kept you awake.

    Your bath was roughly an hour and a half long, and it consisted of you and Geralt sitting in silence, apart from the occasional 'I love you' or 'You're so soft' from Geralt's low voice. After carrying you out of the water, he dried you off with a soft towel and helped you dress in warm clothes, then did the same to himself. He shook his hair like a dog and you shielded your face, water droplets splashing you.

    "Geralt!" You cried with laughter. He gave you a crooked grin, before actually using the towel to dry his hair. As he did, you went to sit on the couch next to the roaring fireplace. You curled up in a ball and closed your eyes, the heat of the red blaze dancing across your face. It was long before the couch creaked under Geralt's weight and his arm wrapped around you. You opened your eyes to meet his yellow ones.

    "We've got to decorate the tree eventually." You murmured. He ran his hands through your hair with a fond smile.

    "You and your damn tree." He laughed lightly.

    "Come on, Geralt, please?"

    "You should rest."

    "I rested all night." You lazily rolled your eyes.

    "You're not fully well yet, my love." He kissed your forehead.

    "You won't be fully well unless we decorate the tree."

    Geralt groaned, and then he sighed, staring at you with that bright gaze. "Fine… if I let you decorate the tree, will you rest afterward?"

    "Whatever you want, just let me decorate the tree."

    He stood from the couch and helped you up. You eagerly gripped his hand and dragged him over to the tree.

    In a pile next to the fir was tinsel and wooden ornaments that you and Geralt had carved. Geralt, who was nearly as tall as the tree, strung the tree from top to middle with tinsel, so you could finally reach and continue the job. He helped you adjust it as needed, and when the job was done, the two of you stood to look at your handiwork. It wasn't perfect, no, but it was yours and Geralt's.

    "I like it," You turned to Geralt with a wide smile. "And we're only halfway done."

    Geralt gave a playful groan of exasperation before letting you drag him over to the pile of ornaments.

    What happened next was legendary.

    Days previously, the two of you had decided you would split up the ornaments so each of you had an equal amount. But what you didn't discuss, was who would get which. This turned into the somewhat petty Great Ornament Debate of 1272.

    "OK, I call the hummingbird." You gently took the wooden hummingbird that Geralt had carved into your hands.

    "Only if I get the bear." Geralt hummed, taking the black bear that you had carved.

    "Fine, I get Roach." You said, pointing to the carving of Geralt's horse.

    "Really?" He raised an eyebrow

    "It's only fair since you get the real horse."

    "She likes you more than she likes me." Geralt chuckled.

    "Because I'm not heavy and I smell nice." You bumped him with your shoulder giving him a teasing grin.

    "OK, we know that Roach is the best, so I should get an extra ornament."

    "That's not fair!" You gave an exaggerated gasp, pressing a hand to your chest.

    "It's very fair."

    "So if I give you Roach, I get an extra ornament?" You questioned with your arms crossed.

    "Yes."

    You considered it for a moment and shook your head.

    "Nope. I want Roach."

    "Fine. I call Teddy." Geralt scooped the carving of your cat (you had left him back at home with your parents) off the ground.

    "No, Teddy is my kitten!"

    "He's almost nine years old, not really a kitten anymore."

    "I'm (your age) and I'm still your kitten." You said, smiling innocently.

    He raised an eyebrow, convinced you were up to something — you didn't smile like that unless you were trying to get something. "You are my kitten, but that's different."

    "How?" You asked, keeping up the faux innocence. "I give Teddy love and attention, I feed him and put up with him even though he can be annoying. You do the same for me. So, if I'm a kitten, then he's a kitten. You know what else I do for Teddy?"

    "Hmm?" He hummed with that deep scratchy voice of his.

    "I give him whatever he wants because I love him. You do love me, right, Geralt?" You pouted.

    "This is a lot of work for an ornament." Geralt commented. "But yes, I love you — doesn't mean I'll give you whatever you want. The thing is, Teddy is a spoiled kitten. But you're my good kitten, right, Y/N?"

    You looked at him for a minute, trying to figure out how this had turned sexual, but then huffed and looked away. He laughed in victory and slapped your thigh playfully.

    You continued to flirt your way into getting ornaments from Geralt, and after the 30-minute affair, the two of you stood from the ground to place the ornaments on the tree. Geralt would occasionally come up behind you and wrap his arms around your waist —sometimes to lift you up so you could reach a higher branch and sometimes just hug you, which always gave you butterflies.

    Geralt finished before you did and laid down on the bed, watching you walk around the tree to find the perfect spot for each ornament. He laid on his back, his hand crossed beneath his head, his torso muscles pulling tight underneath his tunic.

    Once you had finally finished, you laid down in between his legs, your head resting on his chest.

    "Are you content now?" Geralt murmured, running his fingers through your hair.

    "Yes." You sighed.

    "So you'll rest now?"

    "Yes, Geralt." You rolled your eyes.

    "Good." He patted your hip a couple times, almost sleepily. "You'll need to be well-rested for your gift this year, kitten."

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  • ao3feed-esperboys
    01.12.2021 - 2 hours ago

    Satellites

    Satellites by Mercurysulfide

    Weeks without hearing from him, Ritsu discovers Shou on the morning train, and finds that everything comes full circle.

    Words: 2152, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

    Fandoms: モブサイコ100 | Mob Psycho 100

    Rating: General Audiences

    Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

    Categories: Gen, M/M

    Characters: Kageyama Ritsu, Suzuki Shou

    Relationships: Kageyama Ritsu & Suzuki Shou

    Additional Tags: Post-World Domination Arc, Light Angst, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Trains

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35444611

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  • ao3feed-izuku-midoriya
    01.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Calamities & Miracles

    Calamities & Miracles by windymango

    "Hawks." The President's voice was stern, it always was. He didn't reply, she didn't expect one. "You might have already met The Rabbit Hero: Miruko, one who we anticipate will be breaking into the Top 10 Hero Rankings into the coming years." He nods, but his attention wasn't on Miruko or the President. There was a boy standing behind the President, what's more astonishing was the pair of Hawk wings and long Rabbit ears. "You two might not be associated with each other in any way, but you will now." She motioned for the boy to step forward, he did.

    "Good Afternoon, Wing Hero: Hawks, Rabbit Hero: Miruko. It is a pleasure meeting you, I am Hybrid Hero: Deku."

    "Introductions over. Deku will be under both your care, as he has both your DNAs in his body." That's not possible, how was it possible for this kid-Deku- to have his DNA? "Deku has his Hero license, although early, he will join UA and become a Hero even better than the two of you. This is a mission, and I expect nothing but perfect." No other words are said, and they were dismissed.

    Words: 1045, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Categories: Gen

    Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Class 1-A

    Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

    Additional Tags: Hero Public Safety Commission Raises Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Adopted Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko are Best Friends, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission, Human Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Torture, Torture, Cinnamon Roll Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Protective Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35415955

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  • randomized-ice
    01.12.2021 - 3 hours ago
    #I don’t think they notice they’re holding hands òuó #but yeah Dabi is sensitive to being ignored so he acts like the most dramatic asshole in the room #which doesn’t excuse his actions at all like you read #and Spinner hates being bullied by Dabi like that #I have never wrote this ship so I hope I got it right! #emotion-based hurt/comfort#spinnerdabi#spinner#bnha dabi #birthday thing!!!
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  • buckybarnesw1fe
    01.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    insecurities [enemies to lovers] - ongoing

    pairings: bucky barnes x reader

    warnings: asshole!bucky, bucky insulting you, body dysmorphia, starving, excessive training/exercise, weight loss, swearing, self hate, self doubt

    summary: you and bucky are always exchanging snarky remarks when one day bucky snaps and yells at you which causes you to go into a downwards spiral, fueling your insecurities

    word count:  978 words

    [A/N]: i just needed that comfort/hurt kinda thing, the thought of bucky just snapping at the reader makes me feel pain like nothing else but it’s a good comforting kind of pain idk if that makes sense. hope you enjoy reading this <3

    *italicized is the reader’s thoughts*

    “oh look, bucky’s finally awake at 12pm. my god, you look like a mess. did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something?” you said, provoking bucky with a smug smile plastered across your face. the team, including steve, tony, natasha, clint, wanda, vision, sam and you were in the living room, sitting around and talking to each other when bucky walked in looking like a zombie.

    you and bucky had a complicated relationship. both of you were always exchanging snarky comments and mocking each other. you were constantly bickering with him. to everyone around you, it seemed like both of you hated each other but they tolerated your petty arguments. well, they had always been just petty and trivial until today.

    “you know, y/n, you act like this perfect person but everyone here knows how much of an insecure, pathetic bitch you are.” bucky snapped at you but you just scoffed at his failed attempt at trying to “expose” you, but what he said next slapped the smirk off your face

    “you’ll never be as pretty as nat or wanda and you’ll never be as skilled as anyone of us so stop trying so fucking hard.”

    now everyone was staring at you. about a thousand thoughts were racing through your head, most of them screaming at you to get out of there so you don’t have a full on breakdown in front of the entire team. your lips parting in shock, your whole body frozen in time, you were speechless. you were staring at him, and then as if nothing had happened, you got up calmly and walked past him moving towards your room, you eyes focused on the ground below you. 

    your heart was racing and tears were starting to well up in your eyes. you felt so humiliated. his words had never affected you this much before. of course, sometimes you would be annoyed at his stupid remarks or frustrated that he never gave up an opportunity to piss you off but this time it was different. he had just confirmed every negative thing you thought about yourself. he had just confirmed all of your insecurities. 

    as soon as your bedroom door was shut, your legs gave way and you fell to the floor, breaking into sobs. how could he say that? you knew you weren’t as pretty as natasha and wanda. how could you be? they looked absolutely perfect with their flat stomachs and their luscious, pin straight hair that always looked neat and here you were having belly fat and your stupid, messy, curly hair. they were the living embodiment of the beauty standard, how were you supposed to compete with that looking the way you did. 

    when you became an avenger, you were so envious of all of your teams’ skills. you wanted to be just like them. you worked so hard to be on the same level of expertise as them. evidently, it wasn’t enough and you were apparently just trying so hard to be someone you weren’t. maybe you’re not good enough to be an avenger. they’d probably be better off without you. 

    god, all you wanted is to be enough.

    you stayed in your room the whole day after that, only leaving your cave at 2am that night because you were hungry and you couldn’t sleep anyway. you ate just enough to keep you from fainting because the words bucky said just kept replaying in your head over and over again. you wanted to be as skinny as nat.

    you had been trying to avoid the team as much as you could since the “incident” but it was almost impossible. you had been going to the gym daily to train for long hours so you were forced to see them there. maybe if you exercised enough you could be as skinny as nat. compiled with the fact that you were only eating enough to survive, you had been losing a lot of weight, to the point that your cheeks had been sunken in. 

    it was difficult facing the team, especially nat and wanda, because it was obvious that they remembered the humiliating moment two weeks ago. you were thankful you hadn’t seen bucky yet though. he had tried to come to your room a few days after the “incident” but you told F.R.I.D.A.Y to not let him enter. you couldn’t bear to see him and know that not only does he know the worst things you think about yourself but he also agrees with them. you just couldn’t face him.

    it had been three weeks since bucky yelled at you. you were now as skinny as nat and you were proud of yourself for it but in reality, you just looked sick. your eye bags were very visible because you stayed up every night thinking about what bucky said. you straightened your hair every single day and even though you knew it was damaging your hair, you just wanted to feel pretty and not have to deal with being made fun for having curly hair. you were training till your whole body was unbearably sore. none of the pain mattered to you though, as long as you didn’t look like the way you did when bucky said those things about you.

    everyone in the team noticed these changes. everyone but bucky because you hadn’t seen him in three weeks and you were so beyond grateful for that because you know it would shatter your heart if you let him see how his words affected you. you wish you didn’t care about what he said but it was the only thing you could think about. no one in the team thought that they had the right to comment on your situation or try to help you because they were part of the reason you felt like you had to be someone else. 

    [stay tuned for part 2!]

    #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #enemies to lovers #hurt/comfort#body dysmorphia
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  • ao3feed-dadzawa
    01.12.2021 - 3 hours ago

    Calamities & Miracles

    Calamities & Miracles by windymango

    "Hawks." The President's voice was stern, it always was. He didn't reply, she didn't expect one. "You might have already met The Rabbit Hero: Miruko, one who we anticipate will be breaking into the Top 10 Hero Rankings into the coming years." He nods, but his attention wasn't on Miruko or the President. There was a boy standing behind the President, what's more astonishing was the pair of Hawk wings and long Rabbit ears. "You two might not be associated with each other in any way, but you will now." She motioned for the boy to step forward, he did.

    "Good Afternoon, Wing Hero: Hawks, Rabbit Hero: Miruko. It is a pleasure meeting you, I am Hybrid Hero: Deku."

    "Introductions over. Deku will be under both your care, as he has both your DNAs in his body." That's not possible, how was it possible for this kid-Deku- to have his DNA? "Deku has his Hero license, although early, he will join UA and become a Hero even better than the two of you. This is a mission, and I expect nothing but perfect." No other words are said, and they were dismissed.

    Words: 1045, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

    Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

    Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

    Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

    Categories: Gen

    Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks, Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Hero Public Safety Commission, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Nedzu, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Class 1-A

    Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Takami Keigo | Hawks, Midoriya Izuku & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

    Additional Tags: Hero Public Safety Commission Raises Midoriya Izuku, Hurt Midoriya Izuku, Protective Takami Keigo | Hawks, Soft Takami Keigo | Hawks, Adopted Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks Adopts Midoriya Izuku, Takami Keigo | Hawks & Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko are Best Friends, The Author Regrets Nothing, The Author Regrets Everything, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Corrupt Hero Public Safety Commission, Human Experimentation, Implied/Referenced Torture, Torture, Cinnamon Roll Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Break, Protective Usagiyama Rumi | Miruko

    Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35415955

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