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imagining-in-the-margins · 1 year

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CM Comfort Fic Masterlist

Hey everyone! I want to start by saying thank you so much to everyone who participated in this monthly challenge - it was so much fun to write alongside you all, and I can’t wait to share everyone’s hard work.

So without further ado, here are the entries for the Comfort and Cuddles Challenge!

P.S. If you have a late entry, feel free send it to me!

SFW Character/GN!Reader Fics

Spencer Reid

Stardust by me: Reader lost someone very important to them. Spencer helps them through a particularly dark moment of grief.

A Desert Bloom by me: Reader has never liked cacti. Spencer finally finds out why.

Piece of Paper by me: Spencer and Reader discuss Autism evaluations.

Rotten by me: Reader struggles to feel at home in their body following a trauma.

Home by @aperrywilliams: Reader gets a call from JJ saying that the last case hit Spencer hard.

Plushie Talk by @specialagentsergio: Spencer has trouble communicating his emotions sometimes. Luckily, his partner has taken it in stride.

Lean on Me by @milla984: Spencer is feeling under the weather.

Tara Lewis

Never Let Me Go by @foxy-eva: Reader has anxiety and gets overwhelmed during a case so Tara comforts them.

Check below for more entries + the Challenge Co-Creator's Bonus List!

SFW Character/Fem!Reader Fics

Spencer Reid

Waltz With Me by @foxy-eva: When Reader is sad that she won’t be getting a New Year’s kiss, Spencer is there to save the night.

In the Dark by me: Spencer comforts Reader following an assault and the nightmares it provoked.

Hard Time by @c-m-stuff: When Gideon left, Reader and Spencer struggled with the loss.

Here (In Your Arms) by @fortheloveofwonderland: Drunk confessions lead to realisations and understandings that result in Reader and Spencer finding comfort in each other’s arms.

Christmas Like No Other by @beelmons: After a blizzard messes up plane schedules, Reader and Spencer are stuck at the airport on Christmas Eve.

Matilda by @leahblackk: Spencer finally knows all Reader's past.

It's Okay if You're Not Okay by @babymetaldoll: Reader feels ugly and a very bad mom after having their first baby, and Spencer comforts her.

Emily Prentiss

Brownies & Conversations by @railingsofsorrow: [Platonic] Reader has been doing a great job putting up a mask, until Emily notices and calls her out for it.

Other Pairings

Patience & Hope by @foxy-eva: [Ralvez] Spencer and Luke learn what being a family really means.

In the Event of My Demise by @fortheloveofwonderland: [Ralvez] Months after his release from prison, Spencer Reid still hasn’t allowed himself to deal with the residual trauma of what happened to him.

Stand as One by @masterwords: [Hotchgan] Derek and Hotch are invited to a BAU family reunion. No one knows about them, and Derek is feeling a little self-conscious about his scars. (AO3)

The Graves Beneath My Heart by HappyJemilyinParis (AO3): [Hotch/Haley] Hotch is forced to go back to his hometown to spend a day with Haley's family as they celebrate the one year anniversary of her death.

Care, Would You? by cherubcurls (AO3): [Platonic, Spencer & Penelope] The team gets injured on the case, and Penelope has the habit of worrying herself to death.

Snuggle Hours by cherubcurls (AO3): [Platonic, Derek & Spencer] It was easy to forget everything as he shuffled into Derek's arm in the middle of the night.

Scars to Your Beautiful by @lcvingprentjss: [Emily/TransMaleOC] Emily struggles with her self-identity after having to fake one for so long.

Co-Creators' Bonus Lists!

If you're still looking for more recs on this topic, feel free to peruse the following fics from myself and the co-sponsor of the challenges, the lovely @foxy-eva!

Foxy Eva (SFW)

Gender Neutral Reader

Darkness of the Night: Spencer comforts Reader, who's having a rough night.

Heavy Heart: Reader finally feels at ease when Spencer holds them.

Pretty Peduncles: Spencer finds beauty and strength where you only see weakness in your scars.

Comfort Kisses: Spencer was struggling after a tough case until he finds comfort in Reader's arms.

Embrace: Spencer finds the best way to comfort Reader when they need him most.

Breathe Easy: Asthmatic!Reader. Whenever life takes Reader's breath away, Spencer makes sure they can find it again.

Female Reader

(In)visible: There were a lot of obstacles Reader had to face as a queer woman but she never thought falling in love with a man was one of them.

Unexpected Visit: After his girlfriend was surprised by an unexpected period, Spencer makes it his mission to comfort her.

Offering Options: When Spencer finds out about his girlfriend’s pregnancy, he makes sure she knows he will stay by her side no matter which choice she makes.

Handle With Care: Spencer tries to be there for his wife after a traumatic experience.

Myself (NSFW)

Female Reader

(Don’t) Hurt Me (Part 1, Part 2): After being saved from the clutches of death at the hands of two serial killers, Reader leans on Spencer to heal.

Lily of the Valley (Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3): Unsub!Reid. Spencer was found guilty but mentally ill after the torture and murder of several men. He finds solace in his psychiatrist at the institution.

Cupid & Psyche: Reader and Spencer get kidnapped by a rather romantic matchmaking unsub who demands they perform for him.

Stork Song: Spencer and Reader try to find intimacy again following a terrible loss.

Relief in Regrets❣️: Spencer turns to his ex-girlfriend in a time of need.

Post Coital Dysphoria: Spencer comforts Reader after sex.

Body of a Goddess: Soft Dom!Spencer reminds plus sized-Reader just how much he loves her body.

Handle With Care: Reader gets hurt during sex.

Myself (SFW)

Gender Neutral Reader

Homemade: Stuck in quarantine, Reader decides to make some skincare masks with their boyfriend. They talk about some heavy stuff with green faces.

Melancholia: Reader has been acting weird lately, so Spencer makes a much needed wellness check.

Pair of Aces: This Pride month, Reader decides to share something with the team.

Diamonds: Spencer comforts Reader when they have a bad pain day.

All Mixed Up: Dyslexic!Reader struggles to order at the restaurant, so Spencer helps them through it.

Favorite Person: Reader just needs a little extra reassurance sometimes.

Pyrotechnics: Reader has a hard time on Fourth of July, and Spencer makes them fall in love with fireworks again.

Lavender: Spencer is no stranger to headaches, and he tries to help however he can.

Storm: Reader has a panic attack.

Haunted: Spencer’s never told anyone what happened in prison.

Like Father, Like You: GN!Child. Platonic. In which Spencer’s child comes out as not-straight.

Female Reader

Astraphobia: SSA Reader and Spencer share their most embarrassing fears.

Sharks & Symbiosis: Spencer helps Reader through her time of the month, and ends up talking way too much about fish.

Honeysuckle Hair: Spencer has some words to say about Reader’s curly hair.

Prickly Pear: Reader tries to hide her body hair from Spencer. It doesn’t end well.

Porcelain: Autistic!Reader has a meltdown in the cafe. Luckily, there is a Dr. Reid nearby.

Baggage Claim: Autistic!Reader is having a hard time at the airport.

Act Your Age: Platonic. Reader was recently released from being held hostage for several years, and for whatever reason, she’s taken a liking to Spencer.

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streaming-yn · 2 years

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can wwe have some shy!streamer and dsmp streamer duo names pls?? :3

yes yes ofc :)!!

p! cc! multiple x shy! y/n

included: Tommy, tubbo, jack manifold, dream

nothing about the reader is specified except they're shy and a streamer, though it was written with minor!reader in mind lol

Tommy

u see fans were gonna go w pressure duo since the first time y'all interacted he carried every convo y'all ever had and you were just like "ah... um, yeah heh;;" so it was like, the pressure to try and make convo cause u felt guilty that he started and carried them all 😭✋

but then someone was like "y'all is that a bit too close to peer pressure duo??", it was split but eventually jitterduo got more popular so everyone switched to that :)

named jitterduo because you both got the jitters!! Tommy is just extroverted so it seems like he has the jitters and you're just super nervous/shy so you do have the jitters

pls ur duo name is cute </3 /pos

Tubbo

pickles duo

allow me to explain:

every pickles duo artist has drawn that pic at least once btw, anyway

at first it was a joke then they were like yes yes so true and bam is was ur genuine duo name

the joke surfaced from one of your first interactions and how that energy lasted through the friendship

you left the voice channel with multiple of the dsmp members to chill in a different vc for a little because all that social stimulation at once was getting overwhelming for you

but you promised chat you'd rejoin after you recharged your social battery (most of them didn't push and were reminding you to take care of yourself first)

after a little bit tubbo realized you were gone, and he knew you were shy, it was basically common knowledge to anyone who has seen any of your content, and ngl he felt a little guilty so he left vc and joined yours!

he asked if you were alright and if you needed him to "tell them to shut their faces", you, of course, declined with a little laugh

alas it was rhetorical and he left your vc anyways 😕 you talked to chat before tubbo rejoined and told you it should be ok to rejoin the main vc without getting a headache now

your defender against Tommy /lh

is it purely bc it is just another reason to bicker? uh, maybe but we don't talk abt it 💀

jack manifold

buffer duo / buffering duo

look at me at tell me I'm wrong

there's a popular hc that c!jack is a cyborg type thing and he's just overall associated with robots

what do electronics (including most robots) do that causes them to pause for a while / stutter?

buffer

as in load

bc ur shy so u stumble over your words a lot and just stay quiet usually at first

aka u buffer

BAM duo name 😌💕

Dream

what if I told u it was end duo 😭

ok let me explain,, dream has defeated the ender dragon many times

he usually wins his manhunts

you're shy, and not very good at socializing

so what do you want to happen to pretty much every social interaction?

you want it to end

another duo name that was 100% satire, literally just a shitpost for laughs and then the fans ran w it 💀

#asked and answered #anon #streamer!reader #streamer!au #streamer!y/n #shy!reader #shy!y/n #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt x reader #dream x reader #platonic tommy x reader #platonic tommyinnit x reader #platonic x reader #platonic tubbo x reader #tubbo x reader #jack x reader #jack manifold x reader #platonic fanfic

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oneofstarkskids · 2 months

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ALWAYS

relationship: tasm!peter parker x reader (platonic)

genre: angst with a fluffy ending

warnings: parents arguing, shouting

*not my gif*

the second you heard the front door slam from the comfort of your bedroom, you knew it was going to be one of those days.

within minutes you could hear yelling and cursing in the other room. jesus, the whole building could probably hear it.

your mood immediately soured. you tried to put on your headphones and blast your favorite album, but it was no use.

finally, you got up, climbed out your window, and made your way down the fire escape. as soon as your feet hit the pavement, you took off running.

peter's house was only a few blocks down from your apartment complex. besides, your mind was keeping you distracted.

you finally stopped at his two story house and made your way over to the tree that you had grown use to climbing. just a few feet up and you could slide open the window. he never locked it.

he turned around in his swivel chair as he heard the glass slide. you didn't even have to say anything for him to know something was bothering you.

"parents are fighting again. can i stay here for the night?" you asked in a small voice.

he frowned and nodded his head, "yeah of course. always."

you gave him the best smile you could muster and sat down on his bed, "so what're you up to?"

peter shrugged, "editing photos for photography class."

you quickly got up and made your way to the computer, "can i see?"

he clicked through a few and you shook your head in disbelief.

"peter, you're so talented. seriously, you could have a career in this," you told him.

"that's the dream," he said softly. part of him wondered if he was really good enough. and what would he do if he wasn't?

you picked up his camera, breaking him from his destructive train of thought.

"what are you doing?" he asked cautiously.

you turned the device on and pointed it at him with a grin.

peter shook his head, "put it down!"

you frowned, "no way, parker. i'm the photographer now. just sit there and look pretty."

you actually got a laugh out of him.

"you're gonna break it. you don't even know how to use that thing," he stated.

your jaw almost dropped in offense, "i'm a quick learner."

peter reached to grab the camera from you, but you dodged him and snapped a couple shots.

"give it back, dork," he said as he got up. peter covered his face as the camera flashed once more.

"name calling!?" you gasped. "now you're going to have to pry it from my cold, dead hands."

in the long run it wasn't that hard for him to get the camera from you. he had the advantage of height.

but you made sure to put up a good fight. ask his shins.

you watched over his shoulder as peter began clicking through the photos you took.

half of them were blurry and he wasn't even in frame for the other half.

"i don't know, parker. you may have some competition," you said confidently.

peter gave you a side eye and after a long moment of silence, the two of you burst into chaotic laughter.

#wrotethiswhilesleepdepriveddont@me #fanfiction #mcu #marvel #tasm!peter x reader platonic #peter parker #tasm!peter fluff #tasm spiderman #andrew garfield #best friends #platonic #platonic fanfic #marvel fluff #angst #peter 3 #tasm peter parker #fluff

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chas3supremacist · 8 months

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father figure.

Pairing/s: James Wilson x Platonic!Doctor!Reader

Summary: Wilson's favourite oncologist struggles with POTS.

Request: Anonymous asked

hi omg i love that you're writing platonic house fanfic! if you're taking requests can i rq like platonic greg house and/or james wilson with a reader who has a chronic illness/pain

Word Count: 612 Words

CW: none I think! Let me know if I missed any!

A/N: Okay. Here goes nothing - also here goes my first house pic! I don't love or hate this, my biggest apologies to the anon who requested this pic - A lot went down from the time I started writing this until now. Please let me know what you think - Likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated!

"Y/N"

You hummed and then groaned in discomfort as you opened your eyes, the harsh white light from the ceiling of the doctor's lounge burning your eyes. You recognized the concern written on the blurry face hovering above you - Wilson, the head of the department you worked in. You sighed, a bit embarrassed that your boss had found you passed out because you had been standing up for too long.

"I'm up," You assured him, trying to wave him and his concern off. Fainting was nothing new for you, especially if you'd gone too long without resting - you were diagnosed with POTS when you were 15 and had tried everything that your doctors had suggested to try and treat it, but it was becoming increasingly apparent that this was going to be something you would need to live with since your diagnosis had been 10 years prior.

"Are you okay?" Wilson helped you up onto your feet, making sure not to rush you, just in case you fainted again. If you were being honest, Wilson was kind of the closest thing you had to a dad, considering your family put you up for adoption when you were six - citing that you were too much for them to look after anymore. You ended up in the foster care system until you turned 18 and got yourself into a good medical school, powering your way through school despite the struggles that came with your illness.

"Yes, dad, I'm fine," You joked with him, shooting Wilson a tired, weak smile. He chuckled and shook his head at you, you were certainly...something. But you were one of the best oncologists he'd met, specialising in pediatric oncology, your gentle nature made you extremely likeable among your colleagues. "Don't you have better things to be doing? I'm fine now Wilson," You assured him.

"I know, I'm just making sure. I don't want you fainting again, here, have some water," He handed you a bottle of water, since you were told you had to keep your fluids up and try and avoid sugary foods or drinks all you really drank was water. You took the bottle from him and glared at him jokingly - Wilson knew that you could be defensive about him "looking after you" sometimes, but he guessed that was part of the package of growing up without a real family, you never had one set person care about, if even at all.

But no matter how defensive you were - Wilson would never judge you for it. You had your reasons for it; but you would never admit to him, or even yourself that part of you found comfort in your head of department looking out for you in the same manner you wished a father had when you were growing up. You knew that he cared about you - Maybe even more so than some of the other doctors on your ward, you weren't sure why, you just know that he did.

#Robert Sean leonard #James wilson x platonic!Reader #housemd fanfic #hatecrimes md #james wilson x you #platonic fanfic #house fanfiction #dr wilson #James wilson x reader

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agent-barnes40 · 2 months

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Sleep

Thirteenth Doctor & Reader (Platonic)

The Fam & Reader (Platonic)

Part of Escape and Sick and Home

The other people and alien on the TARDIS realize you don't have a set sleep schedule.

You had leaned up against the crystal pillar, your eyes half open when you felt hands gently grab your upper arms. "You okay?"

It was Graham's voice, ever the grandfather type. You smiled softly and held your left hand up, giving him a thumbs up and a "mhm" as a confirmation.

"Hey, uh, Doc? The Kiddo's not doing well." Graham called to The Doctor causing you to groan.

"I'm perfectly fine. Just tired." You said, pulling your eyes fully open and you spot that Yaz and Ryan had turned to look at you. The Doctor was heading full speed to you and Graham.

"Guys I'm okay." You said, and let Graham and The Doctor shift you around.

The Doctor's sonic screwdriver was whirring in your face and your face scrunched up in discomfort from the noise. The Time Lord whispered a sorry as she scanned your body. "Huh, it just says sleep deprivation, a little bit of dehydration, and your a little bit hungry."

"Trying to beat your all-nighter score?" Ryan asked and you laughed softly.

"Nah, just not good at sleeping." You replied, turning to look over at him.

As Yaz and Ryan took in your face, their faces scrunched up in a wince and you realized you must've looked like you hadn't slept or at least like you've been hit my a metaphorical car.

"Did the TARDIS forget to start your night time process last night?" The Doctor asked, prompting the TARDIS to groan and rumble at the question.

The Doctor quickly pressed a hand against the console, a silent apology to the machine.

"No, she didn't. I just couldn't sleep, that's all." You were quick to defend the ship against her owner, even if you were half asleep.

The TARDIS let out what you interpreted as a happy groan and you smiled. The Doctor laughed softly. "She's spoiling the four of you, I know it."

"I hope she is. I still cant believe she lost my blanket." You grumbled.

The group around you laughed and The Doctor rested her hands on her hips. "I'm ordering a down day."

All of you groaned, and you yawned in the middle of your groan that caused The Doctor to whip her head around to look at you. "Specifically for you. The rest of us can stop in Sheffield, let the rest of them pick up some things from home and let you sleep."

You let out a slight groan and leaned your head back on the crystal pillar behind you. "We're gonna land and you four are gonna end up saving Earth again without me."

The Doctor shook her head. "We promise to not end up saving Earth without you."

You lifted your head, sending her a look. "I have the strange feeling that that promise is going to end up broken."

The Doctor gave you a look, one you'd only see when a parent was getting ready to scold their child. You laughed softly. "Sorry, Sorry. I'm just tired."

"Oh that's going to be your excuse for everything today, isn't it?"

"Yep, get used to it."

"Not if I get you to go to sleep."

"I'm okay."

"No you are not, c'mon kiddo, lets get you to your room."

#Doctor Who x reader #The Thirteenth Doctor & Reader #Platonic fanfic

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y0ur-loca1-lyr3 · 2 months

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Hi! I’m autistic and a lesbian and my current hyper fixation/ comfort show is Hazbin Hotel and my favorite/comfort character is Angel Dust. I was wondering if you could write a platonic Angel x gn/fem reader that is angsty and involves the reader comforting and taking care of Angel after a really bad night with Valentino. With cuddling, and handholding and Angel dealing with addiction/ self harm and the reader just being there and supporting him or something. I totally understand if not I just thought I would ask. Also I’m a huge fan of your work!!

A/N; hey! Thanks for the request, I haven’t had the chance to write a platonic relationship between two characters, let alone angst to I was really excited to write this! I hope you like this, anon, and I’m glad you’ve liked what I’ve written so far <3

The mystery

Pairing; Angeldust x gn!reader (platonic)

Warnings; abuse, self-harm, self hate. Seriously if your sensitive to any of these, don’t read this.

Angeldust fucked up.

He didn’t mean to, really, but he did, and when he fucked up he really fucked up. Valentino put too much pressure on him, it was all too much. Day, by day, by day, oh god it was torture. He couldn’t take it anymore, so when Valentino said Angeldust had to work even more after doing twenty shoots, he blew up in Val’s face.

“Do you really think you have the right to say no?” Val seethed, tossing him like a ragdoll against the wall.

“Val, I swear to god I didn’t meant it, I wasn’t thinking, please-“ Angeldust pleaded, tears pricking his eyes with eyeliner running down his face, a strangled cry as his back crashed into the wall.

“I own you. You don’t have freedom. You follow what I say like scripture, and you do that gratefully.” Val growled tossing Angeldust to the ground and watching him scamper up against the door with a fearful whimper, even really moving paining his back at the moment, “now get back on set before I change my mind about letting you even leave this place.”

Angeldust got up with a reluctant nod, wiping the tears on her face. Another moment of hesitation and he’d be there the whole rest of the day, and by god he’d hate that

“Yes…Valentino.”

Angeldust slammed the door of his hotel room, throwing the nearest thing he could find to the wall as he cried. He tucked his knees up to his chest, and just cried for hours. The makeup that he wore washed up completely from his own tears. He didn’t want to go back, hell, if he had the chance he’d never go back. But he already made the deal. His soul want his anymore.

He looked at the drawer that kept the razor he dreaded yet felt comforted by. Damnit, he promised his friend he’d kick that habit.

But one little cut couldn’t possibly hurt, right?

One cut turned to two, two turned to four, four turned to ten, and so on

He could feel the pain of the day leaking out through the cuts, it felt so good, it felt so…

Comforting.

Addicting.

Then he heard the knock he knew oh, so well. It was them. Oh, god it was them. What if they saw him like this and was disgusted? Even he felt disgusted by himself, they’d be bound to be disgusted.

It was too late though, they were in his room, staring at his arms, as he stares back at them. Damnit he must’ve left the door unlocked on accident.

“I heard something break. You wanna talk about it?” They asked, shuffling through their bag to pull out a first aid kit. They’d helped with Angel’s self harm habits, many times, and each time they were so…empathetic, so understanding.

There was no way someone could be so caring, especially someone like him, right? They’re probably just here because of pity.

“No, I don’t wanna talk about it! I want you out of my damn room!” Angel barked, pointing to the door of his room. Sure, there were tears pricking at his eyes, but it was better to push them away now rather than when he got too attached.

“Alright.” They said with a smile, putting the first aid kit on Angel’s vanity, “I won’t pry if you don’t want me too, but just please make sure to clean your scars ok? I don’t want them to get infected.” They asked. They didn’t fully expect Angel to do so, but maybe if they asked he’d at least consider it

Before they could leave though, Angel grabbed they’re hand, his eyes like wells about to overflow, “Wait.” Angel said, the word falling loose from his mouth, “don’t…don’t go.”

They nodded, while still smiling. How they were so understanding was a mystery, but a welcome mystery for sure.

And they were the mystery that held them as he cried, and cried. They were the mystery that gently grasped his hand, and muttered comforting praises to him. They were the mystery that lulled him into sweet, blissful sleep, the mystery that let him escape from the world in a way he felt better about.

They weren’t a mystery,

They were a friend.

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seangelfish · 9 months

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can I request a cat-reader that mika has taken in? like he found them on the doorstep of his house?? thank you in advance!!

A/N: This is a really interesting request haha but it’s cute! I decided to write it in this format though because I feel like it falls into the headcanons/scenarios category. This is my first time writing a fic about a cat, so please bare with me!

w/ a cat! reader

Mika Kagehira x reader

Tags: Headcanons/bulletpoint fic, platonic, wholesome, no mention of pronouns

Word count: 741

– He found you after rehearsals on top of his doorstep. You were sat there patiently waiting for him inside a worn out cardboard box.

– He was very confused. Surprised, even. He kind of screamed when he saw you in there – a dirty black cat with big eyes.

– He calls Ritsu right away and asks him if this was his package.

"Nope, I didn't order anything," Ritsu replies. "Wait, you mean there's a living cat in there? Haha, that's cute. What are you going to name it?"

"I haven't even thought about adopting it yet!" Mika cries, kind of overwhelmed with this ordeal. "I'll probably send it to the vet..."

"Aww, that's a shame..."

– He looks back at you. You were just a little kitten. Cute, actually. He couldn't help but kneel down and stroke your head. You liked that very much, purring at his touch. He chuckles at this.

"Heh, you're actually pretty cute!" he says. "Where did you come from? Who brought you here?"

You purr in response.

"Hmm, what should I do with you?"

– He ends up bringing you inside the dorm he shares with Ritsu. First, he should bathe you! You were pretty stinky after all.

– He watches a YouTube tutorial on how to clean you since he doesn't know how. He puts you in the bath and gets the water running, and is pleasantly surprised that you don't react harshly when he starts washing you up.

"Hehe, you're a good cat!" he giggles.

– When he's washing in between your eyes, he notices that you also have heterochromia just like him!

"Woah, you're just like me..." he says, astonished. "Haha, we're so similiar! You have black fur and different coloured eyes!”

— Second, he decides to feed you! He looks in the fridge to see if there’s leftover tuna for you. He places it on a plate and watches you eat it happily. He smiles at this, stroking your head to your tail.

— He ends up taking a few photos of you too. He sends them over to Arashi who squeals in delight, calling him the second the pic was sent.

“Mika-chan! You adopted a cat?!” she exclaims. “What did you name it?”

“I-I didn’t name it anything!” says Mika. “I was planning on bringing it to the vet. It’s a stray I found on my doorstep…”

“Oh, is that so? I think you should keep it! Just so I can visit the cutie too~”

— After spending time with you, washing you up and feeding you, Mika has grown attached. Maybe he should keep you after all…

“Hmm… what should I name you?” he wonders as you look at him curiously. “What about… (Y/N)?”

— You nodded which surprised him a bit, but it was cute nonetheless. When Ritsu arrived home, Mika picks you up to show him the cat that was sent to him. Ritsu was surprised at how much you looked like Mika.

— Ritsu brought Arashi over too. She was SO excited! She immediately started playing with you and you enjoyed her presence!

— Mika tells them that he might be keeping you. Arashi is over the moon, and Ritsu doesn’t have a problem with it either.

— From this day forwards, Mika has done everything with you. He brings you everywhere that is permitted. Takes a lot of photos of you too. Has even introduced you to Shu who has taken a liking to you.

— Sometimes Ritsu would play with you with a cotton ball. Shu would sew you clothes which Mika deeply appreciates!

— Arashi would babysit you whenever Mika was busy with idol training/work. Her roommates, HiMERU and Tetora, were always happy to see you too. If they weren’t available, Jun was able to take care of you. Thankfully, you got along with Jun and Hiyori’s dog Mary quite well.

— Mika would buy cat toys that he hopes you’ll like! He loves watching you play, he finds this time fun. He takes a lot of videos too.

— You would lay on the table beside his laptop as he works on his homework. When he’s learning choreography or lyrics to his new song, you’ll watch and listen. You’ll even fall asleep to his voice.

— He likes waking up everyday to say good morning to you, and kisses you every night. He’s very thankful that you came into his life.

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#enstars x reader #ensemble stars #enstars #fanfic #ensemble stars x reader #x reader #mika kagehira #mika kagehira x reader #valkyrie #valkyrie x reader #platonic fic #platonic fanfic #enstars fanfics #ensemble stars fanfics #mika kagehira x reader fluff

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dehydration-stati0n · 1 year

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Hi there! This is my first time requesting for this blog and I must say I enjoy your writing a lot! It's kinda hard to find good One Piece blogs so I was happy to stumble on yours!

I saw the friendship HCs and I loved Ace's a lot, so I was wondering if I could request a oneshot for Ace and his best friend reader hanging out together and reader stops midway and tells Ace to stand still and wait for them before they enter a jewelry store, and when they come back they're wearing a pair of red pearl bracelets similar to Ace's necklace and two pairs of earrings they brought so that they could match, I think it's a very wholesome idea since as you mentioned he'd like for us to have something that matches him!

I hope this made sense, English isn't my first language😅

Pearls{Platonic!Ace x Reader}

AHHAHA TYSM BABES I was hoping someone would request something like this, platonic relationships are one of my favorite things to write :))

Rules Word Count: 0.6k Spoilers: None

You leaned against Ace, the rays of the sun glowing down on the two of you as you sat on a crooked bench. You had agreed to follow Ace on his mission to find and assassinate Blackbeard. The passion and respect he held for his crewmates and captain had caused a certain adoration to grow within you. So much so that you couldn't find it in yourself to refuse him when he approached you that one night and asked you to come with him to avenge Thatch.

You now found yourself in an unfamiliar town. The two of you probably looked homeless with how casually you both wandered and slept on all these foreign islands. Just out in the open, with no regard for if you'd get shanked or not in a back alley somewhere. The carelessness of it all almost made the adventure more fun- more exciting.

Ace straightened up suddenly, causing you to also jolt upright against the warm wooden back of the bench. He pushed his hat back from over his eyes. "How long was I out?"

"15 minutes. You good to go?"

He stretched, grinning at you before replying with a simple, "Yeah,"

Ace's sleep habit was a little annoying at first but you eventually found little things to do while he was down. Your favorite thing was to people-watch. It helped to ground you back into reality a lot of the time and to keep an eye out for possible enemies.

The two of you then stood up and started forward once more, the warmth of the sun placing comforting arms around you as you walked with your best friend. It was moments like these that made it hard to feel anything but relaxed as you soaked in the feeling of peace. Your eyes fluttered open again and landed quickly on a peculiar store on the side of the dusty path.

You stopped suddenly, the ravenette crashing into you softly as you did so. "Hold on, I need to go in and grab something real quick." He saluted you as you disappeared into the shop.

A little bell chimmed as you pressed your body into the glass door, the shop was dim, but cozy. The warm, artificial lights that hung on the walls at random only added to the fuzy feeling it emitted.

Your gaze dragged over the nicely decorated place as you approached the register near the front. "How much for the red pearls?"

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You walked out, a smile on your face as you neared where Ace had fallen asleep on the road. You stared down at his unconscious body for a moment before kicking him gently in the side.

"Well? What do you think?" You asked, gesturing to your new accessories as he slowly stored awake.

Two bracelets made of similar red pearls to his necklace adorned your wrists, along with a pair of new earrings that hung five beads down from your ear. You jokingly posed for him as you watched his grin grow wider at the fact you were both now matching.

You let out a surprised yelp when you felt his arms wrap around you, squeezing you into his chest. His contagious laugh sounded next to your ear as he replied, "This is great! Now that you finally look good we can go and kill Blackbeard!"

You smacked him lightly on his shoulder, "Yeah whatever, I looked great before."

You sat there in his embrace for a second more, before he let go, draped his arm over your shoulders, and started to ramble on about this dream he had. You both strolled down the dirt path once again, giggling and shoving each other as you tried to come up with a plan to try and catch Blackbeard off guard.

#ace x reader #platonic ace #platonic one piece #platonic fanfiction #platonic fanfic #portgas d ace #portgas d ace x reader #platonic ace x reader #ace op

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softgrungeprophet · 1 day

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Title: Sugarcane

Rating: M (no smut, just blood)

Relationships: Kaine Parker & Ben Reilly — Miles Warren/Kaine Parker

Additional Tags: Rapunzel Elements, Fairy Tale Retellings, Medieval Fantasy, Bittersweet Ending, Sibling Relationship (platonic)

Blood and Injury, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Implied Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Abusive Relationship, Suicidal Thoughts/Attempted Suicide

Words: 10,917

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"So the Jackal, he keeps you imprisoned here like…" Everything in here, in this chamber, this tower, even the fine linen on Kaine's body, sang with both wealth and isolation. "…some kind of pet?"

or: the Rapunzel!Kaine fic.

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Shoutout to eughi/jerribbit with whom I had a conversation where I made an offhand comment about Kaine's Rapunzel-esque hair, at which point I found myself immediately seized by this fic idea.

Link to some visual references: here

#arghfic #kaine parker #ben reilly #i straight up don't know what to tag this as #oh #excelsiorfics #platonic fanfic #i mean i tagged it on ao3 with miles warren/kaine parker but that's like. it's not actually slashfic. the jackal is kaine's captor.#it's not like................ shippy #anyway the sugarcane thing is a pun yes 😘#it seemed like the best way to retain the parsley/petrosinella/parsinelle thing #like rapunzel being rampion or lamb's lettuce

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timhalamet · 2 months

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ELIO PERLMAN

(no work yet)

#masterlist #elio perlman #elio perlman x reader #elio perlman fanfic #elio perlman imagine #call me by your name #platonic fanfic #timothee chalamet x you

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lanaxoxoxoxoxox · 9 months

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sweet names

─── �� ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

what i'd think each of the sorry boys would call you for nickname(s) ♡

(platonic and romantic)

warnings: none, just cutesy fluff

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

charlie (romantic): babe, honey

tommy (romantic): love

wilbur: (romantic) darling, sweetheart

ranboo: (romantic) love, darling

philza (platonic): kiddo, hon

─── ･｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

real short n' sweet fic

i hope u enjoyed!! please support me by liking, reblogging, replying or following my blog! requests are currently closed as of now. thank you!!

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platonicfanfiction · 1 year

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NCIS

Wait What? (F)

Winter Hospital Visits (F)

Back Together

We’re Alright

Helping Hands [TW]

#ncis x reader #gibbs x reader #tony dinozzo x reader #platonic x reader #tim mcgee x reader #platonic fanfic #ncis!reader #non binary reader

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buckybarnes--and-noble · 22 days

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Hello!

This is my current fanfic list. My requests are open :)

I am new to posting fanfiction and taking requests, so there are a few rules I’d like to address.

I only write platonic fanfiction, that’s all I’m comfortable with.

Please do not ask me to write anything I am uncomfortable with!

I refuse to write smut, incest, or anything along the lines of these topics.

Characters I will write for are:

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Ventus (Kingdom Hearts)

Neku Sakuraba (The World Ends With You)

Most clone troopers, but I write well for Fives and Tup (Star Wars)

More will come to my list, but I am just starting out and am in need of more practice :)

(The poll below has one week until it goes down!)

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lillythecoolest · 1 hour

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heya! can u do platonic aubrey headcanons? thanks!

Aubrey x Reader! (Platonic🩷)

Warnings: None

•You must be pretty swag to be accepted into her friend group

•I feel like she does small gestures to show how much she cares about you.

•Like she’ll share a half a bag of chips or share her jacket if you get cold.

•She might even steal an extra bag of candy just for you!

•But she’d never say it was specifically for you. She’d say she accidentally grabbed two.

•And she would definitely kill people for you. (Get it?)

•Bad puns aside, she’s an amazing friend, even if she’s not the best at showing it.

•Not only is she an amazing friend, she thinks you’re pretty swag as well! Not everyone gets to be Aubrey’s friend.

•She swears she’s laughed harder than she ever has with you.

•You get her to be herself again, and that’s something she could never thank you enough for. You help her with everything, from stealing from gas stations to helping her bond with her old friends.

•Even if that means you guys fight over sharing earbuds.

tysm!🩷

#lillythecoolest #fanfic #omori #omori aubrey #aubrey x reader #omori x reader #platonic fanfic #pink

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hb-writes · 2 years

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The Force of Friendship

Summary: Charlie is upset to learn the man she thought of as an older brother…a partner in crimes against Harvey…a best friend…is a fraud. Mike has been lying to her for years, and so has just about everyone else she considers family. In the wake of the discovery and with Harvey trying to force some type of reconciliation, Charlie seems willing to do just about anything to get away from Mike. And Mike cares too much about Charlie to just let her go.

Characters: Mike Ross, Harvey Specter, Ray Benghazi, Charlie Specter (OC), Louisa (OC)

Request: The prompt wasn’t requested, just sort of something I came to on my own. I tried to work in another request about Charlie having a severe allergic reaction. The original request was specifically for a nut allergy, but Charlie loving peanut avocado rolls is canon as per The Usual Order, so I had to find something else. (I couldn’t find the original ask/ I thought I knew who it was from but can’t find your name either anywho hope you see this and enjoy!)

Content Warning: Angst, thinly researched descriptions of allergic reactions and subsequent EpiPen usage, insect stings, giving past me lots of credit because I’m not looking this over at all!

Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.

Angst Celebration Masterlist

Suits (Lines to Live By) Masterlist

Please take a moment to tell me what y'all think! Reviews and comments are always appreciated. 😌❤️

“Look at that. Lucky, lucky. You get Ray and Harvey—” Charlie groaned at Louisa’s announcement, but Louisa wasn’t nearly finished. “—and Mike today.”

“Mike’s here?” Charlie glanced up at Louisa’s words, setting her pen in the book’s crease as she looked to the street where Ray, Harvey, and Mike were all waiting for her, the latter two outside of the car, loitering on the sidewalk.

“What the hell?”

Charlie had only been expecting Ray. She’d been looking forward to having just Ray to contend with. She’d been looking forward to an easy conversation and a little quiet when she got home. Harvey was supposed to be working late and that meant she would have the apartment to herself for a few hours. She could be in bed before he arrived home and avoid him altogether if she wanted.

Charlie had recently made a project out of avoiding both Harvey and Mike to the full extent possible. She passed any of her time at the firm buried in Pearson Specter Litt’s file room or over in the library, more familiar with Harvey and Mike’s schedules than she’d ever been in her entire life—all for the sole purpose of making sure they didn’t match up with her own, that she didn’t accidentally meet either of them in the hall or Conference Room C or the staff kitchen.

And while it wasn’t easy avoiding either of them, especially the brother she lived with, Charlie had done a fair job of it until last weekend. She’d remained strong and stubborn until having to pass forty-eight unencumbered hours with Harvey, the two of them trapped in the apartment by insistent downpours.

She’d done something close to forgiving him over the course of the weekend. She’d done it tentatively, reluctantly, but some part of her had needed it. Charlie needed her brother, even if they weren’t talking about the issue at hand. Even if they were pretending things were fine. And Harvey had, for a few days at least, seemed neutral about how she was dealing with Mike.

Charlie should have known that wouldn’t last. She should have known Harvey wouldn’t simply let things go.

“Oh,” Louisa smiled. “Who do we hate this week?”

Charlie rolled her eyes. She hadn’t told Louisa or Noah anything about her feud with Harvey and Mike. She couldn’t. And it felt like there was no one for her to talk to because anyone she actually could speak to about it...well, they’d all already known. They’d kept it from her. Lied to her. Donna, Harvey, Mike, Rachel—all of the people Charlie normally confided in—had been keeping it from her, keeping the fact that Mike was a fraud. He wasn’t a lawyer. He’d never gone to Harvard.

“Not Ray, of course?” Louisa prompted, pulling Charlie from her thoughts.

Charlie shook her head, dismissing Louisa’s suggestion. “No, it’s not Ray.”

It was never Ray. He was a neutral party. Ray was the only one who didn’t push, the only one letting things lie while everyone else was working on strategies to get Charlie to forgive Mike, or at least to get her in a room with him, to get her within listening distance without her hands clasped tight over her ears, an obnoxious trill of, “La, la, la. Can’t hear you,” shouted out from between her lips.

They were all trying to avoid a repeat of that performance.

“Harvey, then?” Louisa continued.

Charlie gave a noncommittal movement of her head as she spotted her brother step away from the car. “Can I stay with you tonight?”

“Yeah, of cour—Oh, Harvey, hello.” Louisa smiled and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “A pleasure to see you as always.”

“Hello, Louisa.” Harvey spared his sister’s friend an obligatory smile and greeting. “Charlotte, let’s go.”

Charlie shook her head, recommitting her attention to the open text in her lap, scratching out some pointless words in the notebook she had set on top. “I’m staying at Isa’s tonight. Forgot to add it to the calendar.”

“It’s a school night,” Harvey said.

“And we have a paper due tomorrow, Harvey. For school. It’s worth 40% of our grade this semester and—”

“The history paper you emailed Donna three hours ago to print off for you?” he asked. “Mike and I proofread it for you on the way over. It’s in my briefcase.”

“Great, so it shouldn’t be a problem for me to stay over at Isa’s, then.” Charlie closed her book and gave him her full attention. “Homework’s all done. Makes no difference where I sleep.”

“Not tonight. Come on.” Harvey pulled the books from her lap and shouldered her bag before guiding her up from the bench. “You’ve got plans. Let’s go. Nice seeing you, Louisa.”

“You, too.”

Charlie shrugged at her brother’s grasp, trying to get Harvey’s hand away from her. “You don’t have to lie to him, Isa. He knows people don’t actually enjoy seeing him.”

Harvey rolled his eyes. “Alright, that’s enough. Let’s go.”

Charlie pushed Harvey’s hand away as he clasped it on her shoulder, guiding her towards the sidewalk. As Charlie approached the car, she reached out for the handle of the front door, groaning when she found it locked. Ray lowered the window.

“Hi, Ray. Let me sit up front?”

Ray gave her a sad frown. “Sorry, Charlie.”

Charlie turned her stare on Harvey as Ray rolled the window up. Harvey wasn’t looking at her as he held open the door to the backseat. He just assumed she’d get in. Because she’d forgiven Harvey, or done something similar to forgiving him—something she really had no choice in considering he was the only permission-granting and caregiving adult in her life—Harvey assumed forgiveness of Mike would follow along just after. It was only natural.

But Charlie wasn’t ready and she had so recently forgiven her brother that she was almost surprised by how much Harvey was pushing this—pushing her towards Mike, towards the lie they’d kept from her for so many years, especially when he was so insistent on Charlie always telling him the truth.

“I’m not sitting between two liars for forty blocks during rush hour.” Charlie crossed her arms over her chest. “I’ll take the train.” She glared at her brother though she couldn’t really even tell if he was looking at her, not with those dark sunglasses Harvey thought made him look cool. Maybe they did make him look cool, but right now they irritated Charlie to no end and she would’ve liked to slam the pretentious frames down on the ground and crush them beneath her heel.

Charlie thought better of it and instead took half a step away from the car, intending to head for the nearest subway station. Harvey grasped her elbow and tugged her back before her right foot could touch down on the pavement. “No, you won’t. You’re not—”

“Fine. No trains.” Charlie struggled against her brother’s grip. “I’ll walk, then. I’d rather walk all the way to White Hall, take the ferry to Staten Island and back than ride in a goddamn car with you two assho—”

“Enough, alright?” Harvey snapped, rolling his eyes. “You’ve made your point and now it’s time for you two to make nice. Play in the same sandbox again. You’re friends.”

The existence of an undeniable friendship between Mike and Charlie was a truth that had at one time bothered Harvey. It had been the bane of his existence on many occasions, that his kid sister and his pseudo-kid associate got on so well, but over the last few weeks, he’d realized that the only thing worse than their allied forces being used against him was them being on the outs.

It was quieter, for sure, but somehow that was worse.

“We’re not friends. We were never friends.”

Charlie didn’t look at Mike as she said it. The words were almost casual. She could almost make them seem as though they were true, but Harvey knew better. Some part of Mike did too, but the part wracked with guilt was just a bit louder, so he was left with nothing more than the hope that it wasn’t true.

“I said enough,” Harvey answered. “There’s no need to make this a whole goddamn scene. Just get in the—”

“Hey, Harvey?” Mike cleared his throat, pulling Harvey’s gaze over the top of the car. “I could...uh...I could take a walk.”

Charlie narrowed her eyes as she finally looked at Mike. She was so unused to thinking of him as the enemy, but the hurt and betrayal had made easy work of the switch, seemingly ripping the comfortable, brother-sister-like bond that had been between them to shreds. It didn’t help that Mike had become so tentative in her presence, so unsure how to handle things, so hesitant of overstepping in the face of Charlie’s anger.

Mike had been staying quiet in a way he hadn’t been since first meeting the Specters, since he was a new associate unsure of his boss and his boss’s little sister, unwilling to insert himself in their conversations, wary of adding in his clever little quips to their banter. He’d been wary of Charlie in general, which only served to prove a point to the girl—that the relationship they’d had before was nothing more than a show.

It wasn’t real.

This tentative version of Mike, the one who didn’t know what to make of her, who didn’t know how to fix things, or maybe just didn’t care to try…this was the real Mike. This was the real relationship that existed between them.

“I can walk all by myself, thank you.” Charlie glanced in Mike’s direction, but avoided his gaze, instead setting her eyes on the stream of traffic moving slowly on the street as Mike came around the car to stand beside them on the sidewalk.

“And I’ll probably beat you there, anyway,” she added.

Harvey raised an eyebrow. “Well, it’s the back seat or you let him join you. I don’t care which, but you’ve got about thirty seconds to—”

Charlie ripped her elbow free and grabbed her bag off her brother’s shoulder in one motion. She marched away from the car, her decision made, little attention paid to Mike’s calling her name as she stalked down the pavement.

She kept her pace consistent—aggressive and unrelenting—even as Mike jogged to catch up. Charlie could’ve lost him if she really wanted to. She could’ve gotten far enough ahead and turned a few corners before slipping into a store or the subway or a passing crowd of tourists, but Charlie wasn’t keen for more shouting with her brother, so she settled for letting Mike struggle to keep up. She found herself enjoying his quickened steps and feeble attempts to dodge tourists more than she’d anticipated.

Charlie kept it up for several blocks, stepping out into intersections with perilous timing, unconcerned by the warning of traffic lights as they shifted from red to green. She smirked to herself each time Mike got left behind, separated from her by an MTA bus or a line of enterprising yellow cabs.

It was a string of back-to-back buses and a well-timed walk sign that changed Charlie’s mind about losing him for a bit, an opportunity she figured she shouldn’t give up now that it presented itself.

She popped into Central Park as the last in the line of buses passed by. She sent a smirk and a wave to Mike as she disappeared through the entrance and down one of the paths. She knew it was more probable that she would get lost in the park than Mike would—he had likely memorized the pathways in all of the city parks by the age of seven, after all—but Mike hadn’t memorized her. He didn’t know where she’d go. A few weeks ago, Charlie would have thought he knew her well enough to guess, but now…now she couldn’t be sure what she and Mike really knew about each other. And the idea of Mike twisting himself around on the sidewalk trying to figure out which way she had gone gave Charlie far more satisfaction than it should have.

Charlie knew she was being childish about the whole thing, not just in running off to the park now, but the whole silent treatment she’d instituted on anyone who had kept it from her and the smart ass comments she’d used as her only means of communication—all of it was childish. Harvey had told her as much, instructing her more than once to cut it out, but Charlie wasn’t ready to forgive Mike. She wasn’t even sure if she’d really forgiven Harvey even though they were technically on speaking terms. There was some part of her that still felt hurt by the years of deceit. She was still hurt by the fact that her friendship with Mike now felt like nothing more than another of his lies. It felt fake, like nothing more than a clever ruse.

It all did. Most of the people in the world Charlie cared about had been keeping this from her. Most of the people in her closest circle had been lying to her. Some part of her understood why they kept it from her. She knew the legal implications of it and all. She knew she was just a kid. She knew she didn’t need to know, but those rationalities didn’t make the fact that they’d hidden it from her sting any less.

Charlie glanced over her shoulder, back along the trail she’d been on for a few minutes now. A smarter person might have switched paths, but Charlie knew if she deviated, she’d never find her way out. She could navigate the grid system of New York’s city streets. It was easy enough to count the numbers up and down and traverse the avenues, but Central Park was a different monster—one she had never mastered and knew she never would. She was okay with that. She was okay with letting Harvey or whoever she was with be her guide.

But Charlie was alone now—or as alone as one could be in a city of 8 million people. There was no one on the path ahead of her, and Mike wasn’t behind her, so she slowed her pace to account for that knowledge. She could take her time. She didn’t have to wander much further from the street because her unwanted chaperone wasn’t something she needed to worry about any longer. He probably figured she’d taken a left, moving further into the park, rather than staying straight and staying along the path which stuck closest to the park’s edge.

It was what most people would do, but Charlie wasn’t most people. And the thought crossed her mind that Mike should have known that.

Don’t play the odds, play the man. Harvey always said so. They’d both heard him say it enough. And if Mike was really her friend, he would have known…

Charlie felt a wave of something, a painful confirmation of all she’d been thinking in the form of a burning lump in her throat. Her eyes pricked as they started to water and she kept moving forward, barely aware of her surroundings. She took a heavy breath and wiped her eyes before noticing the meticulously landscaped section with flowers and greenery spanning both sides of the pathway.

She’d never been to that particular stretch of the park before and she took a moment to take it all in, amazed for what must have been the thousandth time by the fact that she could feel so close to nature, so isolated, yet so connected—so alone while still being in the heart of the concrete, fluorescent jungle that was New York.

From her spot, she could barely hear the cars out on Fifth Avenue. She could barely hear the ambient hum of a million air conditioners dotting the windows of the Upper East Side. It was just her…just Charlie Specter and the gentle breeze and the hum of insects brought to life by the warming sun—enticed, drawn to this very spot and singing their thanks to the sea of flowering plants.

It was beautiful in its simplicity and for a moment, she felt more present and connected with the world than she’d been in weeks. Charlie had been so distracted, so consumed by everything with Mike and it just felt good to think of something else. A nice distraction from it all…

Charlie dropped her bag and waved her hand as something buzzed near her ear. She let out a nervous screech as she tried to shift away from the sound, backing away from the flowers. She flicked a hand through her hair. The buzzing was still there, so close. And then she let out a second scream—this one much louder—as she felt a sudden pinching in her neck, her hand colliding with something small and fragile, but powerful and determined.

The buzzing sound was finally gone, but it brought her no relief, no comfort, some part of her knowing the damage was done. Charlie clapped a hand down over the spot on her neck. She could already feel the skin pulling taut as it swelled, a burning, itchy pain radiating from beneath her fingers.

She’d experienced it only a handful of times in her life, though she could only really remember the most recent bee sting. Her father had still been alive then. She’d still been in Riverside. She’d been young, but old enough to understand, old enough for it to scare her. She had refused to go out in the backyard for half the summer after that.

It surprised Charlie how quickly a simple stinging pinch like that could overtake her, but overtake her it did. She tried to swallow. She tried to explain away the heat flowing through her, the faint tingling in her lips and throat, the building thrum of her heart.

She had never faced this alone before and it had been so long now—half a decade at least, but Charlie knew what came next. She could feel it already. Her throat tightened, restricting her airflow. Her vision darkened around the edges, the sunny afternoon no longer so bright.

She couldn’t hear the breeze or the bugs anymore, either. She couldn’t hear anything that wasn’t within her—the pumping of her own blood, the wheezing of her breaths, the internal pleas for something, for someone, for help as she stumbled back down the path seeking the bag she’d dropped.

She knew what to do. She knew she needed to find the EpiPen stashed in her bag. She knew she needed to use it—to set the needle into her own leg, but knowing and doing were two very different things. It had always been Harvey or her father administering the shot.

She’d been trained. She’d practiced. Charlie knew the steps and she knew exactly where it was in her bag, stashed deep in the pocket within the outer section of her backpack, largely forgotten. She hadn’t been stung in years. It was there as a precaution, just in case. She knew and yet some part of her was scared of what came next. Even if she wasn’t struggling to close the distance between her and the bag, struggling to make her feet and hands cooperate, Charlie didn’t know if she could do what needed to be done.

A second pair of hands—Mike’s hands—clasped down on her bag as she reached it. She hadn’t heard him approach. She hadn’t noticed him lower to the ground, his pristine suit becoming quickly covered in dirt and dust from kneeling on the pebbled path. His fingers moved quicker than hers as he opened the outermost pocket, digging out the EpiPen she’d told him about nearly two years ago. It was something she’d mentioned to him in passing, but it was something Mike would have committed to memory even if he didn’t have a photographic memory.

Just like he’d committed how to use it to memory, reading through the directions that day. Just in case. Just as a precaution. A piece of Charlie Specter absorbed and memorized with ease. Nearly unconscious, as natural as them becoming friends over the past few years. Family.

Mike met her eye as he prepared the device, removing the safety cap.

“May the force be with you,” he said. Delivery of the phrase at that exact moment was another piece of her memorized, this one from a story delivered from Harvey about their trials and tribulations with her fear of needles. Harvey always said it before Charlie got a shot or received the Epipen. It was a joke, something that relaxed her a bit. It was something Mike had also filed away just because, just in case…because, fraud or not, Mike Ross was Charlie Specter’s friend, her family. He cared for her. He listened to her. He listened to Harvey and Donna talk about her. He’d committed a good chunk of her to memory, something he’d have done regardless of his abilities. He knew her allergies and her sensitivities. He knew her likes and dislikes. He knew how to make her smile. He knew how to make her roll her eyes. Mike knew it all.

And Charlie knew him, too. She’d committed Mike to memory along the way as well, cataloging his stories and advice into places where she maybe should have been cataloging facts about the American Revolution or centripetal forces.

She had come to the conclusion that with a lie as big as they’d been keeping from her, Charlie couldn’t possibly know Mike Ross, but she did. She knew all of the little things that made Mike Mike. She knew him as well as any friend could.

Charlie nodded and Mike swung his arm, pressing the tip of the device into Charlie’s leg. He held it there for a few seconds as the epinephrine moved into her system, relaxing the muscles in her body—allowing her breath to shift back towards normal.

“Are you alright?” Mike asked, one ear to his phone though his focus was on Charlie, watching for signs that the injection hadn’t worked and his intervention hadn’t been enough.

Charlie nodded, unsure if she’d be able to talk. Her throat was no longer tight, but she could feel a sob rising, a wave of emotion threatening to overtake her. And even if she’d trusted herself to say something, Mike was busy anyway—talking to the emergency dispatcher, letting them know their precise location in the park and her status. Charlie pressed the heels of her palms into her eyes, willing the overwhelm to pass her, to leave her alone so she could get through what came next without becoming a sobbing mess in Mike’s presence. She didn’t want him to see her like that, the tears feeling too intimate now even though Mike had seen them before.

Mike’s free hand moved to the back of Charlie’s head and he drew her to his chest, his chin settling on top of her head as he stayed on the line with the operator. Charlie’s resistance broke with the contact, the tears flowing freely as the force of their friendship drew her out of herself and away from the lonely, all-consuming anger she’d felt towards Mike, her brother, and everyone who’d helped to keep his secret. In the familiarity of Mike’s arms, Charlie inched closer to forgiveness, towards the realization that the situation wasn’t just black and white, right and wrong. It wasn’t so simple. Nothing and no one ever was—not Mike, not her, not the relationship that existed between them. Charlie wouldn’t be able to throw their friendship away, the force of it was too strong, too solid, too true. Mike Ross was a friend. He was family. And as Mike rubbed his hand down her back, holding Charlie close as the wave of emotion and adrenaline passed through her, his arms the only thing keeping her safe—together—Charlie was grateful that the force of her anger hadn’t succeeded in pushing Mike away. While they waited for the ambulance, Charlie was comforted by the idea that maybe no force in the world ever could.

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