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creative-caramel-coffee · 20 days

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Icicles and Injuries

Pairing: Wandanat x Reader

Prompts: Frozen (Day 2) + No way out (Day 11)

TW: minor injury, being trapped, hypothermia, mentions of death, partial nudity (consented)

Words: 2K

Summary: Reader gets trapped and needs to be saved before she freezes to death.

For once the miss had gone well. No injuries or accidents or hidden traps. It had been a breeze. Now all that was left was to sit tight in the nearest safe house in the woods and wait for Tony to send a jet to come and collect you. ‘You’ being Wanda, Natasha, Kate and Yelena.

By late afternoon it was still light outside and snowing lightly. A white dust of flakes covered every available surface in a thin layer of pale snow.

Being in the woods it was a beautiful sight to behold, yet Natasha and Yelena having come from Russia were most winters bordered on nuclear, did not share your enthusiasm.

Wanda and Kate had spent some time in Europe before and were a little more used to it. And sure, you had seen snow many times, but it was always a point of beauty to you. It helped you relax. Soft and cold it continued to drift down from above coating the landscape below.

“Wands? Natty? Do you guys wanna come with me for a walk?” You asked popping your head into the lounge room of the cabin.

“No thanks detka. Not right now. Yelena and Kate were going to watch a movie and I think Wanda was going to start dinner soon.” Natasha said looking genuine.

“Okay.” You said feeling a little saddened by the fact nobody would be coming with.

“Make sure you take a coat. It’s cold.” Nat said over her shoulder as she positioned herself between her sister and her sister's girlfriend with a shit-eating grin. Always the older sister, you thought rolling your eyes.

You said a quick goodbye to Wanda who echoed Nat’s statement about a coat before putting one on and a pair of gloves, boots and a beanie before entering the snow scene outside the cabin.

You headed for the trail behind the house. It was marked with signs on the trees as it snowed enough around here for trails to be easily lost without proper signage.

You sighed, feeling at peace and relaxed as the snow crunched softly underfoot. Setting off down the trail it was lined with fresh snow and small animal tracks, probably squirrels or rabbits.

As you continued down the track the cabin grew smaller behind you. It was a loop and came out down by the other side of the house.

Seeing the first sign on the tree you smiled at the small red arrow which was on a wood-stained oak board nailed into the tree.

You continued down the track listening to the serene quietness and peaceful sound of snow and birdsong.

Pulling your coat around you some more it was getting colder as the evening wore on and your nose was surely frozen as small snowflakes collected on your eyelashes.

As you continued down the short trail a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye caught your attention. A small squirrel had hopped up onto what looked like the snow-covered husk of an old tree. The little creature chittered at you and you smiled softly at the peacefulness of the moment.

But before you could even think the squirrel ran up the tree. The tree looked like it had survived many winters and was well past due to be fell in the summer. The squirrel continued up the branches which were creaking eerily already laden with snow on the branches. Then there was a sharp cracking crunch, and the tree began to fall.

At the last minute the squirrel jumped onto a nearby branch out of harms way. Yet you stood frozen. You just had time to duck and cover as the tree crashed down onto the path. It fell in a way that had managed to avoid hitting you but had pinned your coat under its heavy trunk. Your left boot was also pinned, and you bit a cold breath of air back in shock.

The snow continued falling, however it seemed almost menacing now. If you stayed out much longer into the evening the temperatures would continue to fall, and that beautiful snow might be the thing that kills you.

You cursed yourself from forgetting your phone, not that it would have a signal, but it would be better than nothing. They may have been able to track you at least.

The sun began to dip under the tree line and the temperature began to drop faster without the sun to provide warmth.

The snow was collecting on top of the tree making the chance of escape seem slimmer and slimmer.

The snow was beginning to build up either side of you now. Blocking you inside the wooden ribs of the tree. The branches caving around you with the snow beginning to form a roof and sides.

It was cold and it no longer felt like just your nose that was frozen. Your cheeks stung with the cold, and you wiggled your fingers and toes to try and warm them up as well. Frostbite was a very real thing and one you did not want to ever have experience in.

As the sun began to cruise lower and lower in the sky it continued to get colder. The light was starting to go now as well, a dusky overcast type of light was all that was left. If this continued on for much longer you worried, they may never find you until the snow thawed, by then it would be too late.

Back in the cabin the movie was almost over. Yelena and Kate had ended up beside each other again with popcorn in their hair after flicking it at each other for the whole duration of the movie. Nat had already seen the movie and headed to the kitchen to fetch four mugs of hot chocolate to share.

As she stepped into the kitchen which smelled like heaven and smiled at Wanda.

“Wheres Y/n? Surely, she’ll want hot chocolate as well.” Natasha smiled.

“I thought she was with you?” Wanda said looking up from where she had been seasoning chicken.

“No?” Nat said frowning. “She should be back from her walk by now.”

“Oh god.” Wanda paled slightly. “She’s not still out there, is she?”

“If she is we better find her fast before it gets too dark. Cold weather like this can kill.” Natasha said. “You send Yelena and Kate to check the bedrooms before joining us in the woods. I’m going to see if i can find her. Join me when you’re done.” Nat said already slipping on a coat with a sense of urgency to her movements.

Wanda nodded her assent and went to tell Yelena and Kate.

After a little bit all three girls were out searching the woods. Wanda was focusing on finding you with her mind, but you were either asleep or close too it which worried her greatly.

Finally, she sensed you under an old looking tree covered in snow. She called the others over and focused, using her magic to move the tree off you.

When your red jacket came into sight Natasha was the first to get to you. Scooping your cold and limp form into her arms. You were breathing but also freezing cold.

“We need to warm her up. NOW!” Nat said as she began sprinting to the cabin with you in her arms.

Your cheeks had long since turned from a rosy red colour to a dusky blue as the temperature had fallen further.

Once Natasha burst through the front door she headed for the bedroom you, her and Wanda had been sharing the past few nights.

Wanda, Kate and Yelena followed close behind, nobody commenting on the water that was being tracked through the cabin. Their focus elsewhere.

Natasha gently set you down on the bed, Wanda beside her and Kate and Yelena hovering in the doorway.

“Alright.” Nat said. “Wanda i need you to help me get her out of these wet clothes they’re doing more harm than good.” She said already starting to peel off your soaked coat. “Yelena, Kate.” She began and the two stood a little straighter. “Go and run a warm bath, not too warm but just enough to not be cold.” Nat said and the two turned tail and headed for the bathroom.

Wanda was now working on taking off your snow-pants while nat continued stripping off your top half. After a minute you were left laying in just your sports bra and boxers, long past shivering.

“Now what?” Wanda asked seeming panicked.

“Now we warm her up. It works best with skin-to-skin contact. So, we need to cuddle her. Bring that blanket and put it on top. Once Yelena is done with the bath, we will kick them out.” Nat said. Pulling off her shirt and taking off her track pants. She was now stood in bike pants and a sports bra much like what she wore to training in the gym.

Wanda was one step behind as she took off her shirt in a matching outfit to Natasha’s.

You, Wanda and Natasha had been together almost three years now, so it was nothing new. But still, nat had sent Yelena and Kate away just because.

Nat climbed onto the bed beside you and began pulling a sheet over you. Wanda slipped into the bed on your other side and cuddled up close. Sucking in a sharp breath when your frigid skin came into contact with her. You made a small noise of pain and curled into her front. Your face tucked into her chest. Natasha curled up behind you, tucking you between the two of them. Wanda had one arm around your waist and the other holding the back of your head to her chest. Natasha had her arms over you and on Wanda’s bare hip and back.

After a few minutes of quiet cuddling, and the sound of your short huffy breathes, you began to stir slightly. Your eye’s blinked open before you whined and screwed them shut again.

Wanda carded a hand through your hair and shone softly to you.

“There we go. Come on. Come back to us baby-girl. You’re doing so well for us my love.” She coaxed, her hands tangling in your wet locks.

After a second the sound of the tap shutting off was heard and Yelena’s footsteps came down the hall. She peaked in and smiled at Natasha looking so domestic but bit back a comment.

“Your bath is ready sestra.” Yelena said with her heavy accent hiding her amusement.

“Alright.” Nat said as she shifted Wanda’s arms around you tightened.

“Can i carry her this time?” Wanda asked sounding almost scared to let you go. As if you may disappear.

“Sure baby. But you’ll need to give her to me before you get into the bath with her.” Nat said and she glanced back at the door where Yelena had disappeared from before getting out from under the sheets.

The process of bathing you was simple enough. The flush had come back to your cheeks as Wanda held you in her lap in the bath while Natasha ran and warm cloth over every inch of your skin slowly warming you up. After they had been satisfied you were warm enough, they towelled you off as you start to come around again. They dressed you in Nat’s warm hoodie and Wanda’s red track pants.

Wanda had you in her arms when the three of you re-entered the kitchen slash lounge room.

Yelena grinned. Having set up a nest of sorts on the floor with a ton of blankets and pillows. Kate had five cups of hot chocolate on the bench and a movie queued up.

You buried your face into Wanda’s chest as the five of you got settled into the nest. Blankets were thrown over the five of you and you settled in for the movie.

Wanda’s dinner was still cooking and right now nobody wanted to leave you by yourself let alone out of their sight.

So, you curled up in your girlfriend’s laps and listened to their hearts beat with the soundtrack of parks and recreation playing in the background.

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domesticandlovingmonsters · 5 months

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The Day Off

Commission: Brahms (The Boy) x NB!Reader- Reader has a nightmare and Brahms gives them a day off from being the caretaker of the household.

Notes/Warnings: No warnings here. Just 4.5k words of Brahms being the best boy.

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It happened on the rare occasion Brahms wasn’t directly nearby. Hidden in the walls, you never knew where he was at any given point. Unless he would let you know with a knock or soft call of his voice.

The mansion was as quiet as a graveyard. The occasional creak or groan would whisper into the night, but the sounds that once creeped you out, were more like a comfort now. Even the dark rooms and seemingly endless hallways, had started to feel like home.

But this time, when you woke up, sweating and shaking; tears rolling down your face and your chest feeling too tight to draw breath; the mansion terrified you.

The void that surrounded you mocked your wide eyes. Invisible figures drew near before dancing back into the corners and behind furniture. Making your trembling breaths whimper as you try to calm yourself down.

“Brahms…” You tried to call out but your voice cracked like something was choking you.

Then the estate exploded with noise. It sounded like a rhino crashing through the walls of the sleeping mansion.

Had your whimpers turned to cries as the anxiety turned to fear during your sleep? Then from fear, to terror as your dreams twisted and roiled with grasping hands and cruel laughter. Drawing the attention of your charge as you woke up with a scream.

You couldn’t see him. But the door slamming open with a loud bang against the wall told you he had burst into the room.

In your curled up position, blankets askew and eyes puffed up from crying, Brahms’ hands were on you immediately. Grunts of concern echoing from under the mask as he searched for an injury.

You grabbed his hand and held it.

You felt Brahms pause as you sniffled and took a deep shaky breath. His fingers then slowly curled around your palm and he sat beside you on the bed. His other hand reached through the dark to push back a strand of damp hair from your face.

The warmth of his fingers resting on your cheek chased away the remnants of the nightmare. And you felt like a child, but you clung to his hand like a teddy bear. Using him as an anchor while you desperately tried to even out your breaths.

“Nightmare?” Brahms soft voice asked. And you nodded, searching for him in the dark.

“S-Sorry for waking you…” Your voice still had a small tremble to it.

Brahms didn’t reply. But you felt his weight shift on the bed and then the lamp by your head flared to life with a small click. The shadows scattered and the looming figures became simple coats on hangers or pieces of clothing folded over the back of a chair.

The porcelain mask came into view and Brahms' dark eyes gleamed behind it. They looked you over, swimming over your puffy face and tired eyes. Before his head tilted and you felt his hand squeeze yours.

“Tea.” He said, tugging you into a sitting position before then dragging you out of bed and out of the room.

You sluggishly followed behind him. Hand still grasping his as you blindly followed the sound of Brahms' soft footsteps through the mansion. The chilled floor bit at your feet and there was a breeze flowing through the halls that was rather cold.

When you knew you were coming up to the stairs, you slowed. And you heard Brahms grunt his displeasure at the sudden stop.

“I can’t see where I’m going, Brahms.” You said to the large shape in front of you. The moon was full and rays of silver trickled in through the windows. But it wasn’t enough to fully illuminate the tall man in front of you. It only gave his wide shoulders and bed of curly hair a dark shape.

There was no warning or sound of movement from him, but Brahms’ hand fell from yours. Leaving you alone in the dark for just a second, before you felt two strong arms wrap around you. You felt your feet leave the ground and you were suddenly being carried downstairs.

A cry of surprise left your lips, but Brahms ignored it.

It felt very awkward like this. But after a moment you realized Brahms’ was carrying you just how you carried his doll around. With an arm bracing the back of your legs and another wrapped around your shoulder, a hand gently cradling the back of your head as you were carried downstairs.

The shock and embarrassment of this moment shattered any remaining fear from your chest. And you let your arms fall comfortably over his shoulders. And just for a second, you allowed this closeness to calm you.

The whispering echoes of Brahms’ breath under the mask. His warm skin against yours and the gentle musk of the dusty walls on his clothes all filled your senses.

It was enough to almost make you forget about your nightmare.

Then Brahms reached the bottom of the stairs and gently placed you back on your feet. His large hand took yours again and continued his tugging towards the kitchen.

The lights were only turned on when you felt the wooden floors turn to tiles. And Brahms was nice enough to cross the room and flick the switch so you could finally see your surroundings.

“Ok, what type of tea do you want?” You asked. Letting Brahms’ hand fall from yours as you went to the kettle. “Do you want some honey or- hey, Brahms!”

Hands wrapped around your waist and non-to gently you were pulled away from the kitchen counter and then lifted onto the kitchen island.

Brahms placed your hands in your lap and pushed them down in a way that said “stay”. His gaze was steely and the tilt to his mask bordered frustration.

“I thought you wanted tea.” You said in confusion. But you didn’t move from your spot. Only watched as he popped the kettle to boil and started to make two mugs of tea. He added a small portion of honey and then the tea bags.

Biscuits were laid out on a plate, more than what you would usually present when giving Brahms his morning tea snack. But you kept quiet. And noticed that there were more of the biscuits you enjoyed than the ones Brahms usually wanted.

Once the tea was poured and the bags soaked for a small time, Brahms mimicked how you made your tea and then brought it over to you.

The plate of biscuits was placed beside you and the cup was carefully placed into your hands. Warming them up immediately as Brahms looked at you expectantly.

“Thank you.” You said and received a curt nod from Brahms as he nursed his own cup of tea in his hands.

The sweet warm drink helped soothe the anxiety that was still fluttering in your stomach. The memory of your nightmare was on the edge of your mind. Barely visible, but still mocking you as you tried to distract yourself with your drink.

You barely touched the biscuits. Which wasn’t missed from Brahms. He had already eaten three. Dipping them into this tea and tilting his mask back enough that he could place the soggy treat into his mouth.

He picked up one of your preferred biscuits and dipped it into your tea.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Brahms offered the biscuit to you. “Brahms, I’m really not hungry.”

The grunt of annoyance and the narrowed gaze had once made you nervous. But now, you rolled your eyes at the stubbornness of this man, and opened your mouth. Brahms plopped the biscuit in between your teeth and you ate the treat while trying not to laugh at the embarrassment of this moment.

It wasn’t missed on you what Brahms was doing. When Brahms was particularly upset, you would do this as well.

Not hand feed him. But offer him treats and warm drinks. Something he usually liked to take his mind off whatever was upsetting him.

You had nursed one or two bad dreams with him. Coaxing him to breath and hold his hand, brushing your fingers over his curls as he came down from the terror.

But this was the first nightmare you’ve had in a long time. And you could tell Brahms was a little lost on what to do.

“I appreciate this, Brahms.” You said as the masked man picked up another biscuit. But this time you did take it from his fingers and dip it into the tea. “I’m truly sorry for waking you.”

Brahms shook his head, and the soft whisper of his voice echoed behind the mask. “What was it about?”

The nightmare hadn’t entirely been one thing. But as you tried to bring the memory of it forward, it slipped your grasp and disappeared. You remembered shapes and mocking laughter. But nothing else.

However, even thinking of the remnants of the dream brought back an unease in your chest.

“I don’t remember.” You sighed. Taking a bite of the biscuit in your hand. “It was just...bad.”

Surprisingly, Brahms didn’t push the subject. Which was strange. Because whenever something upset you, on the rare occasion your voice raised or something angered you; Brahms wanted to know every detail. Or he would skulk away and hide until your anger ceased.

But instead Brahms let the subject fall and the two of you finished your tea in comfortable silence.

After the warm drinks and biscuits, your body longed to lay back down. But your mind was discouraged to do so with the worry of another nightmare.

It was possibly 1am and you could tell Brahms was starting to drift off while standing up.

You wouldn’t sleep well tonight, but you at least wanted Brahms to get more sleep before the sun started to come up.

“Come on, let's get you back to bed.” You said to Brahms, who wearily nodded in reply.

But instead of you leading him back through the house, Brahms took it upon himself again to take your hand and guide you through the dark. When you reached the stairs, you tried to argue with Brahms. But there were no words that could dissuade him from carrying you like he did before.

You still couldn’t see but you had more confidence going up the stairs than going down them in the dark. You were certain you’d probably only trip once, if at all. But Brahms was having none of it.

Once your feet were back on the floor, Brahms took your hand again and began dragging you towards the rooms.

But he didn’t continue on towards his room. He instead went straight for yours and even closed the door behind the both of you.

You barely got a breath in to argue when Brahms continued on to the bed and arranged the pillows for an obvious two person set up. Then he looked at you and pointed at the bed.

You hesitated. Staring at the silhouette that was Brahms as you heard him grunt impatiently.

“Don’t you want me to tuck you in your bed first?” You asked. Absolutely confused at what was happening.

You heard a heavy sigh from Brahms and suddenly his hand was on your wrist and you were half thrown onto the bed.

You got the picture. And laid down on the far side of the bed, wriggling under the blankets and tucking them under your chin.

You heard Brahms moving around your room. Perhaps going into the walls to return to his bedroom or to sit nearby and watch over you.

However, you heard the distinct noise of metal being placed on your wooden bedside table and then light sparked to life in Brahms hand. His mask lit up with the orange light, dark eyes twinkling as he carefully pressed the small flame to the wick of a candle.

The room was brightened by the soft orange light of the candle. Allowing you to see the majority of the room, chasing away the shadows into the furthest corners of the large room.

Then you watched, stunned, as the bed dipped beside you and Brahms’ warm skin brushed against yours as he threw the blanket over his body.

There was a moment of shocked silence as Brahms, not only climbed into your bed, but also tucked himself in.

There had never been a night where you didn’t do the routine of tucking him in and giving his mask a small peck of a kiss.

But instead, Brahms was throwing his routine out the window to be beside you. And as much as you were relieved to not spend the rest of the night alone. You could feel the tension in Brahms’ body. This was probably killing him, not following the routine he’s had laid out and done for years.

You weren’t even sure what to do. You’ve stayed with Brahms a few times until he’s gone to sleep. Some of his nightmares refused him rest until he had you beside him. Either sitting on the bed or beside it, reading a book or playing some music till he fell back asleep.

Again, you realized that Brahms was mimicking you in his own way. Copying your techniques when he was frightened or unable to sleep.

And it made you smile with the endearing thought.

You rolled onto your side, facing towards Brahms. And you felt his arm twitch a little away from you as you reached out to him. His mask was facing towards the ceiling but you glimpsed his eyes darting towards you beneath the shadows of his mask.

“Brahms, if this is uncomfortable for you, you don’t need to stay. I’ll be ok.” You tried to reassure him. But you only got a grunted reply instead. It was a stubborn noise, one that usually came with him doing whatever he wanted.

So, you didn’t bother trying to argue. Instead, you let your eyes fall close and try to settle your racing mind.

The minutes stretched into hours. Brahms had fallen asleep after some time but your mind was still darting around like a hornets nest.

Sleep wasn’t coming to you. Not yet.

The candle was getting low and the wax dripped onto the wide base. The shadows still danced around your bed but with Brahms’ presence and warmth, they weren’t as haunting as before.

You sighed and tried once more to close your eyes and hope sleep would embrace you. But then your eyes flew open again as Brahms started to move.

He rolled towards you, his arms snaking along the mattress towards you until they found your waist. And with a gentle tug, you were pulled against his chest. You didn’t hear him speak or make some sort of noise, and his breathing stayed perfectly even as his fingers brushed along your spine.

The gentle scent of soap and dust was a strange mixture in your nose. He still had that lavender scent from his bath last night, but being in the walls always eliminated that clean fragrance almost immediately.

It was strange. You never really took notice of how muscular he was, until now.

“Brahms..?” You softly called out.

There was no response. But he shifted just enough that the chin of his mask knocked against your head. Not painfully, but you could feel his warm breath slipping out the sides of the mask.

The weight of his arms plus the added heat from his chest, your mind actually started to slow. You put it down to maybe the shock of this happening was pulling your thoughts out of their anxiety ridden mess.

But the way Brahms’ hand was pressed against your lower back and his arm had slipped under your neck, cradling your shoulders so you were nestled under his chin. It was all very…intimate.

Even if you tried, there was no escaping his hold. When you tilted your chin up to look at him, his arms tightened. Restricting your movement even more. But you stretched your neck and pressed a delicate kiss against the edge of his mask, despite the strong resistance of Brahms arms trying to keep you firmly pressed against him.

You then settled into your new cocooned spot and let your eyes close. And when you opened them again, your bed was empty and the candle had been blown out. The curtains were still closed. But the gentle breeze from the opened window allowed some morning rays to trickle over your eyes. Waking you from a groggy slumber.

You sighed heavily and allowed yourself a moment more to rest as you pulled the blanket over your head.

The following waft of lavender and dust made your chest flutter. And the foggy memory of last night came flooding back, banishing your very tired thoughts.

You couldn’t tell what time it was. But it was late morning at least and that meant you had missed breakfast and the morning routines on Brahms’ schedule.

Cursing softly, you threw back the blankets and hurried out of bed. But a noise from somewhere in the walls made you freeze and Brahms appeared from a hidden door beside the closet. Emerging from the shadows like a beast out of your nightmares. Before straightening and gesturing for you to sit down.

“I made breakfast.” You heard Brahms say. And you were surprised to see a silver tray of food waiting on your dresser. A pot of tea had been brewed and was still steaming as he poured you a cup. And the food had cooled while sitting on the plate but still was surprisingly well made.

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, Brahms.” You said with a smile as Brahms placed the tea in your hands and then moved the plate of food to the bedside table. But you thanked him and took a long sip of the warm tea to help with your groggy state. It was sweet, maybe a touch too sweet. But still enjoyable. You then took a bite out of the food and looked up at Brahms.

Who was standing a little awkwardly to the side, watching you expectantly.

You quickly realized what he was doing and smiled up at him. “The food is really good Brahms. Have you eaten yet?”

His tense shoulders relaxed and he nodded. “I cooked my own breakfast while you slept. I may have burnt a few eggs before getting yours perfect, though.”

You chuckled. Imagining Brahms at the stove getting frustrated while he tried to mimic the way you perfected the eggs. Brahms had a very particular way he liked his breakfast made. You once tried to get him to do the same style, while you waited patiently on the side. Giving him small tips.

It had taken some time, but eventually, Brahms learnt how to cook eggs the way he liked. In the case you were sick or couldn’t do it yourself.

Brahms was capable of doing it.

Which showed now on your plate. And he even added a smiley-face drawn onto the eggs with your favorite sauce. Which was an adorable touch.

“I could have cooked though, Brahms.” You said with a gentle smile. “You only needed to wake me up.”

“You needed rest.” Brahms said. In a way that sounded like he was confused by your words. And his own reply was matter-of-factly. “Did you have the nightmare again?”

You shook your head. Eating another mouthful of food before responding. “No. I think with you nearby it settled whatever bad images my brain was making.” You tried to look up at him. So your next words felt more genuine.

But meeting those dark eyes when your cheeks felt like they were flaming, was a harder task than you expected.

“Thank you for staying with me.” You said, using your downward gaze to pick up the tea again and take a sip. “I really appreciate you breaking your schedule for me. I’ll try to make it up to you today. Maybe we can-”

Brahms then shook your head. A grunt of disapproval echoing out from under his mask.

He then joined you on the bed. Sitting just an inch away from you as he watched you eat another bite from your food.

“You’ll…take the day off.” Brahms said. And it sounded like it was the hardest thing he ever had to say.

You almost dropped your food. Your eyes widened as you gawked at him. “What? Brahms, I’m ok. Really.”

Brahms shook his head. Grunting at you to eat yet another bite. Which you did.

“I was thinking about something last night.” Brahms continued. “Whenever I have a nightmare, or I’m sick, you make me take a day off from my routine. And then I couldn’t remember when you last had a day off…and I felt bad. So, I want you to take the day off. To rest and…do what you want to do.”

You had to be dreaming, right?

Your Brahms was telling you to take a day off from his routine. You weren’t even sick or injured. And yet, here he was. Making you breakfast and telling you to rest.

You smiled up at Brahms. Setting your plate aside so you could take his hand and give it a small squeeze.

“I appreciate it, Brahms. But I’m ok. It was just a nightmare. And the sleep-in I just got helped a lot. So, you don’t need to worry about me.”

There was a stubbornness in Brahm’s eyes that made you tense. Readying yourself for a tantrum. At least an argument that would sour his mood for the rest of the day.

But instead, Brahms took a breath and his shoulders relaxed. He then nodded. “Fine. But eat the rest of your food and drink your tea.”

You laughed at how stern he sounded.

Like a mother scolding their child.

You finished your breakfast and tea. Chatting to Brahms as he fidgeted on the bed beside you. Usually by now it was piano lessons. But you had to cut that section of your day in half and get onto cleaning the house.

Brahms however had other plans for you.

He made you another cup of tea and when you sat down to enjoy a moment of the beverage, Brahms laid a blanket over your legs and seemingly thought he had trapped you there. By being too comfortable to move or because you then had to awkwardly remove the blanket and safely place down your tea before spilling it.

You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes glittered victoriously under his mask.

“Brahms,” You gently scolded. “I have a lot to do today. It’s cleaning day, remember?”

Brahms shook his head. Pointing down at the tea in your hands. “That’s all you need to do today. Rest. I’ll take care of…cleaning.”

You sighed and slumped back in the chair. There were certain things you didn’t fight with Brahms on. Dessert after dinner was one of those topics.

Another was when the same look in his eyes fixed you into the center of his attention.

When he got that dark look in his eyes, you knew it would be like yelling at a brick wall. So, you gave up before you even started.

“Alright. But remember! The kitchen bins need to be emptied, they’re starting to smell. And the library should be your priority since you made me skip cleaning it last week.” You listed off a few more tasks. Surprisingly, Brahms seemed to listen and mentally take note.

You had him repeat what you said and when you were satisfied he would remember the important tasks, you let him go.

Brahms hurried off to do just as you asked. But first stalled by the record player and put on some music.

You expected him to put on something he liked. However, soon your favorite record started to spin and your feet started to tap to the music.

For about two hours you sat by the window and looked out over the gardens. Your mind still tried to make a long list of things you needed to do. The weeding needed to be done but recently the weather didn’t permit a full day out in the gardens.

And you could start making out grime on the windows. You’d need to get on that before things start getting too difficult to clean.

But you forced yourself to relax and just enjoy sitting down for a long period of time.

Brahms returned with a fresh pot of tea and refilled your cup. Adding some small snacks by your chair and asked if you needed anything.

It was such a strange moment. Being waited on by your charge. Who usually threw a fit if you asked him to do anything but play music or read a book.

“You took the bin out?” You asked after the second hour waned. And Brahms nodded. Taking a seat by your knees on the floor and leaned his head against your leg.

“It’s hard work.” Brahms grumbled. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

You laughed and nodded. Shifting the cup of tea from your hand to the other so you could run your fingers through Brahms’ thick locks.

“You don’t need to. The important things are done. Thank you for doing them.” You said. Making sure you emphasized on the ‘thank you’.

Which Brahms nodded and you felt the weight of his head lean more heavily against your leg.

You both sat in silence for a while. Watching the rain run down the window as the weather turned the world outside into a gray mist.

The music had stopped some minutes ago. But you didn’t mind. The silence was welcome.

Then Brahms' voice broke through the quiet. Almost making you jump. “We cuddled last night.”

You felt heat run up your neck and into your cheeks as you nodded. You took a deep breath to calm the sudden rise in nerves. “We did. I...um, enjoyed it. I couldn't fall asleep at all last night.”

Brahms’ head tilted just enough so he could see your face. “Until I started cuddling you?”

You nodded. Hoping Brahms didn’t take notice of your lack of eye contact. “It was comforting. And I think the surprise of you doing it stunned my thoughts into letting me sleep.”

There was a crinkle around Brahms’ eyes that told you he was smiling under the mask. “Then…I can do it again?”

Shock ran through you. And you almost spilled your tea when you tried to distract yourself and give yourself a moment to think over the prospect.

But your mouth ran quicker than your mind could stop it.

“Only if you want too.” You said softly. Smiling down at Brahms as he nodded eagerly. “B-But not all the time. You still need to sleep in your own bed every once and a while.”

Your words didn’t seem to matter to him. You still said yes, and it made Brahms incredibly happy to hear it.

“Then you can come into my bed and we can cuddle there too.” Brahms said. And you almost choked on your tea. “If I ever have nightmares again, I expect some cuddles.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. “Fine, fine. It’s a deal.”

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saelique · 8 days

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HARD DAYS, SWEET WORDS AND PHYSICAL TOUCH !¡

˚｡⋆୨୧˚ cw ノ fluff, physical touch, cuddles, reader has a hard day </3 NOT PROOFREAD prompt req by @little-miss-chaoss ! The one with hard day and cuddle sessio with Huuya pls because I'm in desperate need if that's okay 🥹 Love you and take care! <3

synopsis : nakahara chuuya is quite the smooth talker and the perfect boyfriend, isn’t he ?

”you’re being awfully clingy again.”

chuuya’s voice snaps you out of your own daydream, lifting your head up to look back at his pretty eyes.

“what ?”

“clingy. did you have a bad day or somethin’ ?” the executive stares down back at you, worry lacing his features. it’s obvious by the way his eyebrows are furrowed, his lips are almost in a pout and the way he sighs before bringing you back down his chest again, resulting in you making a hmph ! sound.

“is everything alright doll ?” he sighs, running his hands through your soft hair as you hum.

“just tired . . .” you mumble, the words muffled by his clothes. burrowing your face deeper into his chest. “I hate work.”

“do you want me to ask your boss or whatever for a break or whatever ?” you close your eyes and let out a deep breath. “dunno.” “hmm . . . let’s go on a date this sunday, yeah ? how does that sound darlin’ ?” he suggests, suppressing a yawn.

he hears you chuckle and you look up to him again, booping his nose. “go to sleep chuu, you’re tired.” “mm . . . not until you fall asleep.” chuuya gently kisses your forehead.

to be honest, if anyone was to tell you that this is the same man who’s practically a executive in a mafia, commited too many crimes, and probably tortured people you would call them a liar because there’s no way that they’re the same person.

you always think that he has different personalities at times.

”eh ? why ?”

“cause then how else would I get to see my pretty girl fall asleep ?”

#౨ৎ⋆˚｡⋆ : novels !#chuuya x reader fluff #x reader comfort #reader comfort #Chuuya x reader comfort #Bsd x reader fluff #X reader fluff #fluff #bungo stray dogs x reader fluff #bungo stray dogs #chuuya nakahara #Chuuya x you

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pumpk1nandsp1ce · 2 years

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*TWST FLUFF SCENARIO*

So , imagine :

It's your birthday and you watch as Malleus hands you the gift he made . You carefully unwrap it and as you hold your present in your hands , you realize it's a small book . On the cover , with very ornate letters says "All the things I love about you" .

"I wanted to repay you for the wonderfull gift you gave me by coming into my life sweetheart ~"

As you flip through the small book's pages , you notice that written on each page is a poem describing a feature of yours in great detail . Your beautifull eyes ... your soft lips ... Your adorable smile ...

You feel the tears welling up in your eyes from the overwhelming joy as Malleus cuos your face in his hands , with a concerned expression on his face .

"Why are you tearing up , my rose ? Is the gift not to your liking ?"

You shake your head as small tear drops roll down your face , turning your head up to look at Malleus . You smile lovingly at him , before replying :

"... I can't believe you would do this , just to make me happy ... I love you , Malleus ."

Upon hearing your answer , the concerned frown on his face melts away and instead gets replaced by a warm smile .

"I love you too , my sweetheart ~"

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Hope you enjoyed ! Also if anyone wants to request anything , my asks are open .

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst x reader fluff #reader comfort #twst #twst malleus #drabble #twst drabble #gn reader #x gender neutral reader

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certifiedcodbabygirl · 3 months

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I need Simon Riley who realizes just how much he loves you when he has a night terror.

He shoots out of bed with a shout, quickly looking to your side just to see it empty. His heart quickens even faster, images of your dead body, blood pouring out of your mouth and ears, eyes frantic before they still and glaze over. Remembering the scream he lets out as he shakes you, begging you.

"Please, please don't fuckin leave, love. God, not you. Please, you promised!"

He's having a panic attack and before he even processes it, he's running to the bathroom. Throwing him head into the toilet bowl, puking everything up as if his entire body is rejecting the very possibility of you no longer being there. He can't stop the tears ripping out of him and his fast, suffocating breaths stinging his throat as if the vomit isn't even there.

He doesn't even register your hand on his back, your panicked calling out to him.

"Baby? Baby what's wrong? Please talk to me" You beg, brushing his hair back, trying to hold onto him.

His wide, tear filled eyes meet yours and he throws himself into your arms, holding onto you like a lifeline. His crying doesn't stop, the intense emotions still overwhelming his senses.

"God please never leave me. I swear to god I'll be the best for you. I'll keep you safe, nothin's gonna happen to you" He swear as if he'd be your own guardian angel.

"Baby what happened? Did you have a nightmare?" You pet his hair, beginning to realize what's happening.

"I can't lose you, I can't. Not you. Please, I can't." He cries into your shirt, trying to calm down but he feels genuine fear that he doesn't feel outside the battlefield. You hold him as his breathing slows down, exhaustion overtaking him. You settle against the wall, fingers combing through his hair as you both fall asleep. Safe to say he doesn't have anymore nightmares that night.

(Friendly reminder that traumatized men aren't always fully numb and military men can have feelings !!)

#call of duty modern warfare #cod x reader #ghost cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #Simon riley x reader hurt/comfort #simon riley x reader fluff #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley

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nezuscribe · 7 months

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gojo fucks you so well because he's so terrified that any time might be his last. he holds you close to his chest, your sweaty bodies writhing against each other as you can't get any closer, and he pounds into you like there's no tomorrow.

his brows are furrowed, his lips as curled tightly as if to contain any of his moans.

"'toru, fuck, wait..." your nails are scratching deep red lines on his back, your brows furrowed in pleasure, but confused as to why he's like this. normally he's slow, teasing.

he doesn't answer, his eyes connected to where the two of you meet, your essence dripping down his balls. his hair is falling into his face, his breath hot against your neck as he buries his face in it, sucking on the column of your skin, his tongue soothing over where his teeth would nip.

he wants to mark you. he wants you to carry him on your skin because a part of him deeply worries that some night might be the last time he could do this.

he angled his hips to reach into you deeper, your back arching as your tits pressed against his solid chest, his lips finding yours as he hungrily made out with you, his grip on your waist tightening.

"love you," he'd mutter against your swollen lips, his eyes finding yours as he picked up his pace, "love you s'fuckin much."

and he fucks you to show you how he means it.

#gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo blurb #gojo x you #gojo x you smut #gojo smut #gojo drabble #i saw the leaks :)))#i need some comfort #i can't put anything into words quite yet #!!#jujutsu kaisen

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eggcromancer · 2 months

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Sun reacting to news of his demotion from Theatre Star to Daycare Nanny (he is not coping well)

#I'd like to think y/n is Sun's comfort blorbo for times like these #fnaf sb #fnaf security breach #fnaf sun #dca fandom #sunnydrop x reader #y/n #fazbear technician y/n #Also I drew the second pic without checking the canvas size... (It was 400px oops 💀)

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sleepyangelkami · 25 days

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smut's fun. have you ever read soul crushing, heart aching, head throbbing comfort that makes your eyes burn out of your head to the point where you just have to crawl into a ball because your inner child feels so safe? haha... yeah smuts fun.

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dmitriene · 1 month

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cw: tooth rotting fluff, comfort, shameless smut, established relationship, obviously ooc simon, domestic things, cuddling, intimacy, simply getting off to simon, pinv, pet names, praising, creampie, brief mention of multiple orgasms and overstimulation, aftercare. pairing: bf simon ghost riley x gf fem reader

simon riley is a bulky man.

a large mass of pumped up muscles that he has honed with diligence and hard work, wide biceps and thighs, a large chest that looks proudly forward when he folds his arms behind his back and straightens, bulging veins, rippling muscles with every movement, full pack of chiseled abs, a beautiful back and strong shoulder blades.

but he's also a soft man.

a small, accumulated over the years layers of fat on his sides, gathering into small folds when his body turns sideways or leans down, a slightly protruding, soft belly that is covered with a slight scattering of blonde hair and white, pale pink scars, his chest and shoulders still wide, but paired with the acquired softness, look softer, and feel the same.

he eats well and feels comfortable in his body, not stopping to exercise in the morning and swinging in his free time, but nevertheless not losing weight, but only continuing to gain, and this is definitely to your credit, because he cannot refuse a plate of steak and vegetables held out from your hands, standing before his eyes in your charming apron and murmuring so sweetly — “made this for you, si, i noticed you liked the meat last time„

and simon can't refuse, especially when you like his new body shape so much, where your hands gently stroke his sides, and your head is almost always on his soft belly uf you're relaxing on the couch, and once you're in bed, you can't get away from his chest, snuggling up and nuzzling against his body until you fall asleep, letting his hands squeeze you harder than gently because you asked for it — “don't be afraid, si, i like it„

and fuck, you would be the death of him, especially when you bend so sluttily to arch your back for him and rise your plush ass to the air, pleading him with sweet mewls and tiny wriggle of your hips so he would fuck your dripping pussy from behind, just so you would feel how the fat on his stomach rubs against your back with gentle drags as simon curls on top of you, his hand intertwined with yours, his meaty cock bottoms in your weeping cunt fully as he hisses cursed praises — “good, good fucking girl, feel so nice and snug for me„

your eyes fly to the back of your head immediately as he picks up the pace, fucking in to you fully and knocking your cervix with each sharp thrust as his broad hips and soft thighs snap against your reddening ass, cunt clenching around his meaty shaft rapidly, sucking him in snuggly as you fuck yourself back on him vigorously, just so simon would pin you down with his soft, big body against the messy sheets, rolling his hips and taunting you when you drool beneath him — “fuck, look a' you, drooling and clamping on me like that, that's wha' i do to you, lovie?„

and you just nod dumbly, brain is a mush that he fucked out long ago with each drag of his fat cock inside your gummy walls that try to milk him for all his worth and each spurt of thick milky seed, letting it leak out just so simon would fuck it back, his body sweaty, muscles constricting and thick, bear like palm squeeze your breast, almost crushing, as you mewl and whine pitifully, begging him not to stop — “yea — yeeah, pleasepleaseplease, d — don't stop, sii!„

and simon wouldn't, until you lay unmoving beneath him, gargling some delirious moans when he pushes his cum deep in you even through his cock aching from overstimulation, till he slips out to wipe you both and tuck your naked body against his under the covers, letting you nuzzle satisfiengly against him with soft sighs.

that's more than enough for simon to never think for once to start lose weight, because fuck, he sees what it does to his filthy girl.

✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.

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yawnderu · 2 months

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Simon lets out a deep chuckle as he sees your daughter pick flowers from the light, clean grass, her tiny hands barely even managing to gather enough strength to get the stems out of the ground.

“C'mon, that's enough.” His voice is patient, calloused hands picking his daughter up as he brings her up to his chest, a small smile when he sees her holding onto the flowers for dear life, giggles leaving her lips as he starts bouncing her while they walk.

It became a routine, in a way, for Simon to bring his daughter whenever he visits his family. She's too young to understand, so pure, so untainted from the dangers of the world, always kept safe by Simon and you, yet he can't fight off the urge to make his family see her.

He walks for a few minutes, enjoying the chilly air while his daughter cuddles up to him, one of her tiny hands gripping his jacket, while the other one is still holding onto the flowers. He stops in front of a set of four graves, the familiar pit of dread setting deep within him starts to come out, shaky hands managing to gently put the little girl down on the cold ceramic.

Mrs. Riley.

If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.

Simon was hiding his hurt quite well, managing to sit down next to his little girl, one hand on her back as she started crawling around, finally setting the flowers down.

“Mum?” His voice is quiet, almost cracking, as if he was the scared little boy his mother defended with her life. His daughter looks up at him with curious brown eyes, sitting down and entertaining herself with her own onesie.

“I remember telling you I'd never settle down because I could never get as lucky as Tommy and Beth...” He dragged out, gaze going down to the ring on his finger, the physical representation of your union.

“You've met my wife before, and now I want you to see my kid too.” He's barely managing to speak, words coming out rough and choked up as his hand caresses his daughter's thin hair, making him pause just to examine her features. She's a tiny carbon copy of him, a lovely nose and a set of brown eyes that will never see the horrors he lived.

“She's a proper daddy's girl, but you would've loved each other.” He's sure of it. His mum was always so lovely, so nurturing. A true angel on earth with way too much forgiveness and patience for her own good.

He picks his daughter up, planting a soft kiss on her forehead. Simon thought he cried all his tears when he was a little boy, yet his nose is starting to sting, vision getting blurry for a few seconds until a choked sob manages to escape his lips. He's quick to wipe any tears away, simply trying to focus on the peace and quiet the cemetery offers, his hand running up and down his daughter's back, patting it softly just to hear that little giggle that seems to always repair his broken soul.

“All of you would've loved her, shy little thing she is.” He sniffles again before a quiet laugh leaves his lips, smiling despite the way his eyes are still filled with tears threatening to spill at any moment.

“I'm quittin' the SAS soon, don't want her to grow up without a father. The wife's happy about it, too.” Simon lets out a small sigh, looking down at the graves of his family, all buried next to each other. He shakes his head softly, his free hand quickly wiping off his tears before he goes back to holding his daughter, rocking her with care.

“I'll come back with her next time, jus' wanted to talk to you today. Let you meet this lovely girl.” Big brown eyes meet his gaze, instantly cheering him up despite everything. He pinches his cheek softly only for the little girl to smack his hand away with a giggle, only making his smile grow wider at how hot-heated she is. Just like her mother.

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suguru-getos · 8 months

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࿐ husband neuvillette headcanons (f!reader) ࿐

neuvillette, the most respected man in the nation of hydro, more than their archon focalors. he commands respect wherever he goes, his aura still polite, ever so approachable. however, the power of his position cowers people. they are often rendered scared to approach him, some of them literally profusely sweating around his nimble aura.

you, were his wife now, his significant other. someone he cherished more than life itself & someone who made you feel safe, heard, protected. it was said that he was the most sought out bachelor in fontaine before he left his heart for you one day. “break it or keep it. it isn’t mine anymore.” is what he said, when he proposed you. oh the words ring into your ear like the finest melodies till date.

the steambird/ the media was eager to cover everything about the wedding; but to their surprise— neuvillette took you outside fontaine. the city of freedom — monstadt is where you two tied the knot in the presence of a certain, melodious and a high alcohol simp bard.

truth be told, once you were married. there were people who forced false allegations on you. how you manipulated the chief justice into falling in love with you. how you are fake and you act in accordance to his liking to be loved by him. some people even tried to forge false cases against you. all of which— deeply entertained furina. thankfully, neuvillette was never someone to pay attention to any of these things. at one time, he himself fought for you in a false trial. you couldn’t be more thankful.

rains— the legend of hydro dragon weeping causing the rains was famous throughout the country of fontaine. one day, when neuvillette came home a little early, looking distressed, you noticed a harsh, unforgiving thunderstorm drenching the country. you walked towards the terrace, looking up and gently, soothingly whispering. “oh- hydro dragon. please don’t cry.” the rain… lessened. it was as if the intensity had been lessened.

it wasn’t more time until neuvillette confessed to you about him being a hydro dragon. ever since then, whenever there had been rains in fontaine, you make sure to find your beloved husband and hug him tightly, kiss his forehead and tell him everything will be alright. it breaks you apart seeing him like this after all.

sometimes when he comes back home, he always brings your favorite flowers, maybe your favorite desserts, along with a beaming smile only you have seen. people who are aquainted to you often ask if neuvillette being the chief justice and being the most powerful man in fontaine makes your married life difficult. truth is.. it could never. they just haven’t had any access to the good that your beloved dragon holds.

things do get riff-raffy when furina acts a little too childish around him. he pays no attention to her self-centered, self-absorbed behavior but it pinches you how she bothers him for every little thing. once, there was a celebratory banquet held for the same and your displeased face told neuvillette in that very instant — how you’d like the archon to ‘behave’ around your husband. he has been extra careful ever since. <3

your husband might look stern, but he is a soft man. you have witnessed this first hand with how respectfully and tenderly he treats you. on the bad days of your period, the chief justice is nothing but a doting husband for his wifey. you can always be snuggled up to him and cry, or just spend time.

he is a HUGE cuddle bug. would love to destress off work by wrapping his big arms around you and peppering your face with tender kisses. he smells amazing too! always making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

#neuvillette #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin fluff #genshin comfort #neuvillette x reader #neuvillete fluff #neuvillete genshin #neuvillette x reader fluff #genshin impact fluff

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creative-caramel-coffee · 6 months

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Hello friend! Can you do a Larissa x daughter reader who suffers from chronic pain and has a really bad flair so mama takes care of her? Washes her hair, snuggles, all the good stuff? Thank you!!!!

Chronic pain in my butt

Pairings: weems x reader (daughter)

Word count: 1K

Summary: Reader has chronic pain, and her mother is there for her.

TW: chronic pain (that’s pretty much it)

A/n I enjoy ur requests and I’m slowly getting through them all. Thanks to everyone that’s being patient.

Today had been a struggle. Everything hurt. Chronic pain is no joke. But still you soldiered on. You made it all the way to lunch before you called it quits. Shouldering your backpack, you stood and left the classroom with your peers. However, while they headed to get lunch from the great hall you went the other way. Walking into the principal's office without knocking would surely end badly for any student that tried it. Any student but you, after all Larissa was your mother. Seeing she wasn’t in her office felt like a small blessing, sure you wanted her to coddle you just a little, but your head felt like it was splitting open. And after all the talking in the last few classes you worried it really might split open with how much it hurt.

Everything was heavy, your arms, legs, all of it. Throwing your backpack on your desk you flopped bonelessly onto your bed and threw an arm over your eyes not bothering to close the blinds. You had no idea what time it was anymore as you drifted off to sleep. Beautiful painless sleep.

Larissa had been called out of her office for the third time that day, the first two were for meetings and the third was to deal with a pair of rowdy furs which had broken one of Marilyn’s pot plants while wrestling. She knew it was only partly their fault with where we are in the lunar calendar. It was kind of like lunar PMS. It came in all different forms. Some of the furs get sad and some get extra hyper and … well… the list goes on.

She drew deep breathes walking back to her office massaging her temples. She barely had time to say goodbye to you before both of you went off to deal with your respective days in turn.

Getting back to her office she was glad to see nobody lurking nearby with more problems for her to solve. Shutting the door behind her she made her way through to the back of her office and into your and her shared living space to make herself a strong black coffee.

Walking in she was surprised to see your bedroom door shut, surely that had been open when she left this morning. Deciding to do some parental investigation she turned the handle and pushed it open. Sighing when she saw you on the bed your brow furrowed in unconscious pain.

She let out a defeated sigh, she knew what this was. As much as she disliked it, not for her sake but for yours, she knew a bad pain day when she saw one. How could she have missed it this morning? Oh. Right. That stupid board meeting. Quietly toeing off her heels so she didn’t wake you she walked over to your windows and drew the blinds before walking over and sitting beside you.

With a soft hand she rubbed your arm in an attempt to rouse you from sleep. She was met with an angry swat as you tried to bat her hand away and stay asleep. Larissa chuckled softly and smiled.

“Darling, it's time to get up. Honey, we need to change your clothes into something comfy. I’ll even wash and braid your hair if your like sweetheart.” She coaxed and you let out a small whine and opened one eye.

“Whyyy mum?” You said and she cupped your cheek with her hand rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone.

“There she is.” Larissa smiled.

“Yes. Here i am. Yay me.” You said in a dull tone making her laugh.

“Come on” she said hauling you into a sitting position against the headboard. “Arms up. You may be in chronic pain Darling, but you're a chronic pain in my butt.” She said with a joking smile, and you complied mirroring her smile which was soon replaced with a wince.

After she had your blazer, shirt and shorts off she left you to change into a swim bikini so she could help you have a warm bath to help your muscles.

Once she was back, she helped you into the big bathtub in your ensuite. Pouring in a generous amount of lavender bath bubbles she grabbed the old cup from the sink and began to pour water over your head, shielding your eyes with her hand on your brow as if she was trying to block out the sun for you. She had a lamp on in the corner set up specifically for times like this, so the light was dim enough to not make your head hurt, but bright enough to see what you were doing.

You let your eyes drift shut as your mum lathered up your white-blonde hair with shampoo and massaged it into your scalp. You let out a content hum and she chuckled softly. After rising it out and adding conditioner she left you to wash yourself and hop out.

About ten minutes later she was waiting for you on your bed clad in lounge-ware. Crawling into the space next to her on the bed she wrapped her arms around you and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’ve got you darling. Mama’s here baby.” She said into your hair. After a short snuggle session, she sat you up again despite your portents and ran a comb through your hair. Sectioning it in straight lines she used her perfectly manicured fingers to braid your hair into two Dutch braids to keep it out of your way for the next few days if the pain continued. After that she tied the two plaits off with little elastics and gently laid you back again.

You settled your head under your mother's chin and curled into her. She ran a hand up and down the sides of your spine as you fell asleep. Finally, content and feeling a little bit better. It wasn’t much but you would take it.

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chuluoyi · 7 months

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fear

- gojo satoru x reader

his best friend’s defection is still a hard topic for him to swallow, and it leads into an unexpected argument that spurs you to leave, only to unlock a new fear in him when you get into an unfortunate accident afterwards.

genre/warnings: angst, gojo being mean, one scene with a worried nanami *wink*, injured reader, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end

notes: *sigh* my coping mechanism is still gojo’s past arc, which is why this piece takes place on that timeline. just a little context: reader is in the same class with nanami & haibara and was in the same mission that took haibara's life. this is probably the longest oneshot i've written so far sooo… enjoy! :)

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A year and a half had passed since Suguru embarked on his path as a curse user. In that one year and a half, Satoru had finished his last year at Jujutsu High, and now was in the halls of his alma mater, speaking to the newly appointed headmaster who was none other than his teacher.

"You're applying to become a teacher?" Yaga asked again with a frown. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Granted, he was his most troublesome pupil. "Why, Satoru?"

"If I said it's because I want to train young sorcerers to be strong, would you believe me?"

That was not a lie. It was actually 50% of his main reasons anyway. The other 50% was to repent what he missed with Suguru when he chose his dark path—his contempt with the current system of this jujutsu world.

"I would," Yaga responded gruffly. To him, Satoru was irritating, but he also knew that he was also extremely capable, and thus everything he did wasn't just out of nowhere. "But you still have to submit your applications. We can't make an exception even if you come from a prestigious clan."

"That's fine with me," he grinned. "Thanks, sensei."

On summer days, he'd get reminded of Suguru and silly things they had done together. Eating shaved ice, cycling together, driving either you, Shoko or Nanami mad. Satoru missed those days, it hadn't been the same ever since. Not knowing if his best friend was alright—if he was still alive at all—was exhausting.

Sometimes, he felt like he was the only one who was affected by his departure, the only one who stayed right where Suguru left him. Shoko didn't seem ruffled, if anything she just went to more bars and pachinko parlors as of late. Nanami was always a recluse, he never disclosed his feelings. You mourned him, but it was clear that most part of you would always be more focused on Haibara's death.

Satoru understood that he couldn't force anyone to feel what he felt, and he had no right to. But sometimes, he just wanted someone to connect with at his level. Someone to get him just like Suguru did.

And so when he got back to his condo that night—just right next to the one he rented for Megumi and Tsumiki, since he had moved out of his dorm—to find his girlfriend there with a big smile and a tray of cupcakes, unaware of everything and anything, he merely scoffed to himself.

"Satoru, you're back," you acknowledged, beaming like the sunshine you were. "I just baked these for the kids. Do you want some?"

Usually he'd smother you, throw some pickup lines here and there and say yes, but today, he just felt drained. "No." And with that, he stalked away to the bathroom, not glancing back at you.

It was wrong. But tonight he just wanted some peace and quiet, and so keeping his silence seemed to be the best choice as he didn't want to start a pointless argument with you. But you weren’t anything but observant, and definitely noticed that something was amiss with him.

"Are you... alright?" You approached him warily after he came out of the bathroom with wet hair. "Where were you today?"

"Just somewhere," he replied curtly. Afterwards he turned on the hairdryer, drowning the whole place with the noise even as you stood behind him with a visible question mark.

But you were still there after he dried his hair. "Is something bothering you?" you asked with a tilt of your head, concerned. By all means, you mean well. You just wanted to know if he could use your help at all.

When you pulled that expression, he couldn't help feeling annoyed, like he wanted you to take a hint, but you just didn't. "If you know, then just shut it."

It was probably the first time since the two of you got together that Satoru actually said something harsh. But you still tried to be reasonable though, bless you.

"Satoru, I don't know what got into your nerves like this, but I think sleeping through it might help. Have a rest."

"Why are you talking as if you know it?" he snapped, finally turning to you with his cold gaze. "You might not know anything, so don't be a know-it-all. Just mind your own business."

Now you were frustrated with his reply. "Once again, I don't know what happened to you. But if you're taking it out on me because I'm the closest you have—"

"Who said that?" Satoru didn't know where he got all this venom from. It was just at the forefront of his mind and he just got the urge to spew it. "You're considering yourself closest to me? Where did you get that big head from?"

You were aghast, and you blinked a few times to get your bearings. "Let me guess, it's about Geto-san, isn't it? Or the higher ups. Either of that must be what causing you to blindly place your anger on me."

"So what if it was? It isn't like you'll understand anyway."

"Satoru," you started, trying to even your breathing. "What happened to Geto-san isn't your fault. I've been telling you this. It can't be helped—"

"Can't be helped?" he jeered. "Do you know why it has come to this?" his tone took a dangerous edge as he stepped closer. He reached for you, grasping your wrist.

"Maybe because I was too blind back then. If it weren't for you—if only I didn't spend that much time on you, maybe he would still be here."

Did he just say that? Did he just imply that he had regretted the two of you getting together?

You felt your lower lip start to tremble and something seemed to obscure and blur your vision, making it hard to see him clearly. "You... don't mean that."

"Really?" the corner of his lips curled into a disparaging smile. "You never know. Before you know it, this can be over already. After all, I could have anyone out there that I want. Maybe someone less nosey than—”

That did it. You wrenched your arm out of his grip violently, as your first tear fell. His smirk vanished too, replaced with a total stillness to cover his sudden panic that was followed by a sudden sinking feeling at the pit of his stomach.

"You selfish, self-obsessed jerk," you hissed through watery eyes. He was taken aback, even amidst your anger and possible fear of him, your still managed to throw daggers at him. "Fine. You have it. I'll see myself out."

Satoru never wanted you to leave. Honestly, he would've made you stay. But he wasn't in the right state of mind and it was too late to take back what he said. He didn't want to mess this up even further.

You left the cupcakes, even throwing it away just to spite him. Driven by pain and humiliation, you choked back your sob and didn't spare a glance at him as you shut the door.

Peace and quiet. There he had it, he thought as he clenched his fists, at the cost of everything else.

Leaving that condo, every step you took felt like needles piercing your shattered heart. You wiped your tears roughly. No, you refused to cry over such asshole. He made it clear, didn't he? Whatever it was that you two shared, it was at the cost of his best friend leaving him. So now the blame was on you.

If you were thinking clearly, you would've understood that his words were likely a result of his own pent-up pain and frustration that he had kept to himself for some while. But you had no patience for that or even pinpoint what you felt right now—anger, disappointment or dread, or perhaps all three. You just felt wrongly accused.

Your feet brought you back to your dorm in the school. Now it wasn't as bustling as it once were. After Satoru and Shoko's graduation, you didn't really get close to anyone. There was Ichiji, but he treated you more like a mentor rather than a classmate.

As you sank into the comforts of your bed, You replayed the events, trying to find where it went wrong—and found nothing. After all, you had already said all that could be said. It wasn't just him who lost Geto, but you, Shoko and Nanami did too, but it was more convenient for Satoru to blame everyone else rather than trying to understand that they too shared this pain.

Nevertheless, you were disappointed. You didn't expect half of what he spouted, and it got you doubting everything you had.

"You've royally fucked up."

Satoru exhaled, glaring at Shoko through the corner of his eyes. "Yeah, maybe."

The reverse cursed technique user threw him a blank stare, taking in everything from his disheveled hair to his wrinkled trousers. "Gojo, as much as I can’t care less about your sorry ass, I'm saying this not out of concern for you, but rather for Y/N. You are an asshole."

The puff of smoke she blew expanded to create a cloud-like shape. "Yaga-sensei was our teacher. His student is now a mass murderer and wanted dead. Can you even imagine how he feels? And I can't believe I'm saying this—but weren't there three of us?"

A week had gone by and instead of doing the right thing like trying to get into your good graces, Satoru was in Shoko's infirmary in the headquarters instead. He didn't exactly know what he was looking for by going here. Maybe some lingering taste of his happier student days, and Shoko was the only one remaining.

Three of us, huh... she was right. That was precisely why he came here after all.

"You're just sulking because it seems no one cares about your best friend being the best there is. But have you thought about how our juniors also lost Haibara? Right in front of their eyes? Haibara was our friend too."

He was wrong, of course he was. Satoru realized that now. But it felt wrong to ask for your forgiveness now, not to mention the disrupting thought he had—should he let you go for good altogether?

The phone suddenly rang with such fervor that made Shoko utter a swear word. She was on call duty for the rescue team today, and it was supposedly a peaceful day until Satoru decided to barge in to become her company. "Hello? Ichiji? What—speak clearly, I can't hear you."

She switched it to loudspeaker. "...iri-san! Ieiri-san—h-help—please—"

It was noisy, and blaring at the same time, and Ichiji was... Sobbing? Choking? His voice was terribly muffled and—

"L/N-san!" he cried, and Satoru remembered at that moment that you should be in a mission with Ichiji, he remembered you telling him before.

"Hic—s-she fell... hic—she fell! B-blood! She i-is bleeding so much! I-Ieiri-san—hic—s-send help! Please!"

"Hey, stay awake. Breathe. Just breathe."

Everything hurt. Most notably, your head. You could hardly think straight when all you felt was blinding pain and how your breaths came in short wheezes.

Your vision was blurry. The numbness had started to set in and chills ran up and down your spine. You couldn't make out who in front of you was. Was it Ichiji, who went with you in this mission? The only thing that glared was blue.

"You can't sleep, you hear me?" the voice was commanding, willing you to do his bidding. It was familiar, but usually his tone of voice was much lighter, happier.

Satoru.

But why was he here? He wasn't in this mission. It was supposed to be a mission for you and Ichiji.

You remembered getting the cursed spirit after manifesting your domain expansion, until in its last ditch attempt, it went after Ichiji. You had no choice—even when your cursed energy had burned out, you still shoved him away at the cost of being flung from the top of a building.

Not again. Not after Haibara. You’d gladly pay the price if it meant you didn't have to see anyone die in front of you again.

"I..." You managed to croak out—breathing hurt, and you felt your hands being grasped tightly.

"Hey, just breathe. Y/N. Look at me.” Through your blurry haze, you focused on that cold blue, and you saw him. Satoru's sharp eyes, pursed lips and frown. He's really here.

Satoru always said that if there was a cursed spirit apocalypse, then Ichiji would be the first to die. You used to scold him for that, but now as you a laid here possibly dying in your own pool of blood, you found it to be true.

Yet at the same time you knew that with him here, Ichiji must be safe already, and it gave you reassurance so great even when you were on the verge of dying. "I... can't..."

"Yes, you can. Just look at me," he firmly rebuked, his voice came out in a hiss. For all the time you had been with him, you had never heard him so forceful. "If you close your eyes now, I won't forgive you. So please, just hang in there."

It was a struggle to take in any air and darkness encroached on your vision as your consciousness began slipping away.

And everything faded to nothingness.

Satoru honestly thought he had no fears. His worst fear had fully realized after all—Suguru going away into the darkness. What more could he possibly fear?

But when he heard Ichiji's distress call for rescue team, about how you fell from a rooftop of a building and unconscious, he realized that it was a fear he didn't know existed. His mind got disoriented and he teleported to the scene on impulse. He just had to see it for himself. With their petty argument still lacking closure, he felt even worse.

And the sight before him gave him so much fright he never thought was possible.

It was a mistake, he should have brought Shoko along.

You had laid there like a broken doll, your eyes dimmed, and not been able to breathe. He desperately tried to keep you awake, his presence beside you, yet it didn't seem to matter. He watched helplessly as you passed out in his arms.

Satoru felt nothing. The panic that had set in was suddenly gone as your limp body slumped against him, replaced by incessant ringing in his ears and tremor wracking his nervous system. It wasn't long until the rescue team came to retrieve you and even then he still felt numb. He rejected the idea that you might possibly die on him.

That went on until Shoko, who assisted in the emergency treatment, came out of the surgery, sweat on her forehead.

"It's even worse than the aftermath of the guardian deity mission last year," Shoko explained with a grim expression. "Her brain has sustained damage and it affects everything. It may take her quite a while before she can go back to the field."

When she said that, Satoru felt terror washed over him again. You almost died—was all he perceived.

The two of you had no contact for a week just because of his ego. He could still recall that day with vivid clarity, feeling a burning ache in his chest. If someone were to ask him what heartbreak was like, now he certainly would he able the to tell them the two instances in which he experienced them. What he felt now mirrored the same stinging sensation he had felt when Suguru left him.

He visited you when he was allowed to, and you were still unconscious, with many machines connected to your body. It was a sight he still couldn’t bring himself to get used to. He had seen you injured before, but never seen you in your own pool of blood, so this made him feel sick to his stomach.

"Stupid," he whispered, gently rubbing your forehead. His eyes remained fixated on you as you rested, his insides still churning with emotions. "You're not weak, and you're not hopeless." Once upon a time, Satoru might have thought of you as weak, but now he knew better.

"So why you always pick the worst decision?" The more he thought this could've been avoided, the more irked he was. The thought that he could have done something to prevent it intensified the sting of guilt, and he continued to punish himself with it.

And the more he dwelled on the idea that he had hurt you prior to this, the tighter his breath became.

But that was who you were. Self-sacrificing to a fault. And he loved you for that. There was no way of him letting you go now.

It astonished even himself—that he was capable of this love thing. At first it was an attraction, but now that you had been going on for more than a year, it felt like it was no longer a silly infatuation after all.

"Hurry and wake up, will you?" Satoru gently brushed your hair aside, his eyes fixed on you. He didn't know it even as his gut twisted, his frown deepened and his touch quivered, that he was worried sick. "I have a lot to make up for."

And he left you with a tender brush of his lips against your forehead.

Nanami Kento was the first person you saw when you awoke from coma.

You struggled to regain your senses, still feeling absolutely broken. The dull throb on the back of your head was still there, and as if you had found yourself trapped in a fog, you were only able to move sluggishly.

"You're awake?" his gruff voice greeted, laced with concern. In his hand were a bucket of fresh flowers and fruits basket, which he soon placed at the table next to your bed.

It was unexpected, because ever since the tragedy that costed Haibara's life, the two of you had been drifting apart.

You nodded, and let out a hum in response—all you could manage at the moment.

"Thank God." Nanami sounded relieved as he pinched the bridge between his eyes, and you were moved that he had shown this degree of concern.

Your remaining classmate, who suffered the burden of Haibara's life just like you. He was always quiet or brooding somewhere, hiding his own feelings.

You felt tears pricking the corner of your eyes. The fact that he visited you meant that he hadn't decided to cut you out of his life yet.

"Gojo-san is out today, but he'll be back by afternoon," he said, mistranslating your tears as some sort of a want to have your annoying—ex?—boyfriend at your side.

The two of you were still not on talking terms, weren’t you?

You so badly wanted to say thank you to him—and tell him that no, you weren't looking for Satoru—but it came out hoarse and barely above a whisper.

"Huh?" Nanami then realized what you were trying to say, and a faint smile graced his lips. "Just... get well soon, L/N. Have a good rest."

Just before you drifted back to sleep, you could hear him sigh and mutter, "Hello, Gojo-san? L/N has awakened. Just letting you know is all.”

You weren't sure how much time had passed when you woke up the second time, but the curtains were already drawn and only darkness came from the window. Your body felt lighter, but you still felt like a mess and and couldn't help but groan in discomfort.

Satoru was there, he perked up at the noise you made. And you realized that it was the first time in about a week that he faced you after that disasterous almost-breakup.

He walked up to you, his expression was more hopeful than you had ever seen him before, like a kid whose wish had been granted. He slowly shifted to sit beside you.

"Hey, welcome back." His voice was soft. It was a change of pace for him, as you were used to seeing him all loud and silly.

Now your voice no longer sounds like a lead. "Hey."

"How are you feeling?" he asked and you took a moment to look at him. He was smiling, but exhaustion reached his bright eyes, dimming them. "You know, with the whole you passing out and almost dying thing?"

His words were almost humorous as he spoke, like he didn't know what else to say except try to lighten the mood, but there was also a strain on his tone, like he was holding back.

"I'm quite fine now, I suppose..." You still felt the lingering pain and dizziness as you slowly sat up. Satoru reached out to steady you—and you realized how his fingers trembled when they made contact with your body—as his brows furrowed with worry when you winced.

"You don't look like it though." His voice dropped and the humor was gone, replaced by this haunted look. You blinked. It was probably the first time you had seem him this ruffled.

He immediately pulled you into a hug, cradling your head to his neck gently, as if to protect and shield you from the world altogether. Exhaling heavily, he leaned on you. "You scared me, you know that?"

You wondered out loud if you really had that hold over him. "Did I?"

"You can't do that to me, you hear?" Satoru stroked your hair, nuzzling his face on the crook of your neck. His voice quivered. “Don't ever do that again.”

He pulled you tighter against him, but still careful not to crush you.

You let out a snicker, letting go of everything you felt during this horrible week. "Heh, afraid to lose me, huh?"

"Shut up,” he grumbled. “What were you thinking anyway? How did you calculate that freefalling is better than letting that cursed spirit attack Ichiji?”

"He was defenseless. He could die, you know that."

"And you also can," he quipped, upset, pulling away enough to look you squarely in the eyes, his eyes devoid of any expression, yet filled with a raging wave that you could only interpret as undiluted concern.

The emphasis in his tone made you recoil and feel guilty. If you were in his shoes, you probably would've said the same thing and so you had nothing to say to that.

But the more pressing agenda in the list was the unspoken silent treatment the two of you saw fit to use against each other for the last few days. Satoru was the one who decided to address it first.

"About that night..." he faltered, looking away. "I didn't mean what I said. I'm sorry."

Satoru always had trouble processing emotions. This time too. He must've a hard time dealing with the anxiety caused by the possibility of him losing you for good, no matter how much he tried to be unaware of it.

"..." You wanted to respond, to make him understand your point, but somehow right now you were just too weary. And he sensed your reluctance. So you blurted the first thing that gnawed at your mind.

“You said you could have any other women out there—”

"No, really—" he started to panic, and it was blatantly too, which surprised you. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Us. I don't regret anything. I’m not breaking up with you. Being with you is the happiest I've been ever since Suguru left."

“That's...” you blinked, before letting out a small sigh. “Okay. Fine then. Let's just put it behind us for now.”

“I—” he almost wheezed, his bright blue eyes were overtaken with sheer urgency to explain how wrong everything had been that night. “You must know that I didn’t mean any of it. And that I hate hurting you the way I did. I won’t—”

"Satoru, I understand," you let out another sigh, fidgeting with your fingers. "Sometimes when I’m reminded of Haibara, I also get sad. I don't want to presume but I think I know how you feel. Just next time, maybe," you shifted your gaze on him, seeing how you had his attention fully. Gojo Satoru, the strongest now, was looking at you as if you had his fate in your hands. "Just tell me if you need space and I would have understood."

"Yeah, okay, sure," he responded immediately, relieved, before a lopsided grin appeared on his face, turning him back into your dork slash boyfriend. "So, am I forgiven now?"

"A thank you would be nice."

In the end, he chuckled, seemingly resigned. "You should sleep more."

He positioned himself into bed next to you, and you let him pull you into his chest again. You could feel how his taut back started to relax upon the contact. He pressed his lips on your forehead in a fleeting kiss.

"Promise me you won't pull that stunt again.”

You smirked. "I can't. What if Ichiji—"

"Then just let him die."

You swatted his arm playfully, pressing your head to his chest as he continued to run his fingers on your hair. He cushioned you carefully, and you felt the tension in him slowly melt away with each breath you took. In your mind, you figured he needed this closeness more than you did, if anything, for the sake of his sanity.

“I love you,” he whispered by your ear, kissing it lightly.

“Mmhm.”

As you felt Satoru's calming presence, it helped ease you into slumber. You soon found yourself in a deep sleep, comfortably held in his embrace.

Epilogue

Ichiji gulped as Satoru stared him down, sizing him up as if he was the most despicable creature on this planet.

Okay, he might be. He was a coward, all he could do was trembling in the face of evil. But he had come in peace, even bringing fruits as an offering! He felt bad too that he was the partial cause for you to be this injured.

He was used to Satoru terrorizing him—calling him names, slapping him, and whatnot—and he could take it. Just this time, he really looked like he could murder him on the spot if he wanted to. A small part of Ichiji mourned that you were his girlfriend, because that pretty much sealed his fate that Gojo Satoru could indeed murder him on the spot because he had a valid enough reason to.

"You are—"

"No! I'm sorry, Gojo-san! I'm sorry for my incompetence!"

"Hah?"

If he was mildly irked before, now Satoru was visibly irritated.

"You're not cut out to be a jujutsu sorcerer," he started. "You're useless. You just get in the way most of the time."

Ichiji kept his head down. No, no. He can't cry!

"Get your driving license or I'll slap the shit out of you."

"Oh?" and before he knew it, Satoru had stalked away, leaving him in the dust. How rude! But...

Get a driver license? Quit the jujutsu work?

Hey, that sounds like something I can do!

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F***ing FINALLY!!! I've been looking for stuff with a Reader saving Dogday since he's been introduced and I've only got like, three so far-

And I want this Reader to be resourceful, using anything to patch Dogday up(including scraps of Miss Delight's dress)

I hear your calls <3

...............

"You're wasting precious time, angel. Poppy needs you. I'm only gonna slow you down. Just leave me here, and tell her I'm-"

"You'll get to tell her that yourself, Dogday. Because I'm not going anywhere. I'm gonna help you whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you used the grabpack to wheel in a cart filled with an assortment of items you picked up around the Playcare area: doll parts, plush felt, metal bars, and even Dogday's other missing leg, which you have miraculously found in the playhouse.

You did your best to stitch them back onto his body, although the real challenge was fixing them up first--considering how badly they got mangled by the smaller Smiling Critters. Through sheer luck, you were still able to recognize them as his legs.

And conveniently, you've retained some of your craftsmanship skills from your days working with Playtime Co.

You were given some praise for being able to speedily patch up broken and torn-up toys, but you've never touched upon any of the "Bigger Bodies" despite seeing similar injuries on them. They simply never gave you that clearance, and dealing with blood and organs (and possible death) was something way above your paygrade.

But with Dogday, you were able to apply similar techniques you used in doll repair. You made patches out of Miss Delight's polka-dot dress to cover up any tears, and you created small mechanisms to put inside his legs that would (hopefully) enable him to walk again.

It was like you were performing a surgical operation..

Except, well..that's exactly what was going on.

Despite your unwavering determination--and the fact that you succeeded in reattaching one leg to him so far--he insisted that you were only putting yourself at risk trying to help him.

Hell, you nearly got torn apart by those little Smiling Critters who chased you both down, being scared off by the flares you shot at them. He didn't think you'd have enough..but by the grace of god, you did. And you escaped and found a safe place where Kissy Missy and Poppy were also hiding out.

Not only did you finally get a breather, but also a chance to help one of the few toys left here who somehow didn't lose their humanity.

Even so, Dogday still feared for your safety.

"You know..this will only enrage Catnap, right?" He rasped, choking out a wet cough. "He'll know that I'm missing. And he'll know you have something to do with it.."

"Wait.." Pausing in your work, you glanced up at him with furrowed eyebrows. "Why would he care about where you are? Or better yet..why would he keep you alive at all?"

"...because I was his favorite."

"Huh..?"

"Before the Prototype became his sole focus, we did everything together." He explained somberly. "We helped the others fall asleep, stayed out of trouble. Catnap and I..we were like day and night. Two peas in a pod. He brands me a heretic now, but...somehow, I don't believe he likes doing so. Maybe..he hasn't forgotten our friendship, after all."

'Well, stringing someone up by belts and ripping off half their body doesn't sound like something a good friend would do..' You thought to yourself, although you understood where he was coming from.

Yet it didn't change the fact you still wanted to kill that stupid purple cat. Especially after he gave you that hellish nightmare of Huggy crawling out of a television.

"I know you wanna believe there's still good in him, but..he's long gone." You shook your head. "Those critters..they tried crawling inside your body, and he was just gonna allow it all because you didn't wanna follow the Prototype's will."

"........"

Silence was your only reply, but you decided to shift your focus back on repairing the other leg. Dogday allowed you to work, no longer protesting as he instead looked at the stitches on his arms, feeling grateful yet unworthy at the same time.

Him and the others...they were all monsters. He never killed a single human in his existence (or at least none that he could recall), but he felt like he was just as terrible as those who did.

Eventually, you finished, and his ears perked up at your sigh of relief as you set down your tools and pushed the cart away. "There we go. Try to stand up, but take it slow. Okay?"

He nodded, feeling quite nervous as he looked at his legs, before he slowly pushed himself off the ground. For a few moments, he was able to stand, but he wobbled a little and had to hold onto the nearest wall so he didn't lose balance.

'When was the last time I had my legs? It's been so long...'

Then he felt your grabpack's hands gently steady him, and soon enough he could stand on his own without their support.

You smiled and retracted them. "How do you feel?"

"Much better...thank you, angel." Dogday looked down at you, the corners of his wide smile turning further upwards. "You truly are something divine. You've come to heal us, mend all of our broken pieces, even when we do not deserve such kindness. How could I ever repay you?"

Right as you were about to respond, you heard sounds of plush feet moving and turned around, seeing Kissy and Poppy entering the room.

You didn't really he'd nearly be as tall as Huggy's spouse.

"You fixed him! What can't you do?" The redhaired doll gasped in awe, hopping onto Kissy's hand before she was carefully transferred over to Dogday's paws, stepping into them.

He held her gently, smiling. "Poppy."

"It's so good to see you, my friend." She smiled, although it was quick to disappear. "I thought all of you were gone."

"It's just me now, and...I'm....I-I'm...." He began to sniffle, his voice breaking as the weight of everything that's happened came crashing down. "I'm so sorry...I tried so hard, but...I-I failed! I couldn't protect them!"

Thin streams of tears seeped from the corners of his eyes, darkening the fur along his cheeks. "Kickin'...B-Bobby..they all died because of me! I was supposed to be their leader, but all I did was lead them to their demise! I-I should have joined them in-"

"There, there..it's going to be alright." Poppy softly hushed him, patting his arm in comfort. "You did your best to protect them given the circumstances. I promise we'll have our chance to avenge them. But you must live, for their sake..and for [y/n]'s sake, too. They went through a lot to fix you up."

"I know but..I-I'm so scared. I don't wanna face him alone-"

"You won't be alone, because I'm gonna take care of him."

With another sniffle, Dogday looked down at you, feeling you gently petting his ear as another comforting gesture. Your eyes held nothing but sympathy and heartache for this poor creature. "I'm sorry, but we have to put him down. It's the only way we can move forward."

"Are you sure?" He mumbled. "He's gotten more powerful, and hungry-"

"So were Huggy and Mommy, but I saw how [y/n] dealt with them..and they're more than capable." Poppy remarked. "But now that Catnap's onto them, they'll need all the protection they can get."

"Then..I'll do my best to help." He finally declared, smiling at you.

You blinked, surprised that he was willing to stand up against the one who tortured him. But you simply nodded and smiled back, watching as he returned Poppy to Kissy, before he turned back to you and crouched down.

He enveloped you in a warm hug, the vanilla scent still seeping from his suit and helping you feel more at ease.

"Thank you, Dogday." You chuckled, hugging him back.

"No..thank you, my guardian angel. I will follow you to the ends of the earth."

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