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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
Alisa U Zemlji Chuda
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JVL
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Kaledo Art
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Next Time, Donât Make Me Find You [Garrick Tavis]
x injured reader, hurt/comfort
â” synopsis: Where Garrick could never miss a hint of your pain, even your walls arenât enough for him.
â” interest: Garrick Tavis x Injured Reader
â” warnings: mentions and implications of blood, injury, abuse, and depression
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Heâd known you were hurt the moment you left the sparring floor.
Not because you limped, you would never. It was because you didnât.
Heâd learned your tells over months of watching: the fraction of stillness too controlled, the way your shoulders locked instead of swaying with your steps. Anyone else would miss it. Garrick didnât.
This deserved to be here.
Why didnât you tell me?percy jackson x injured reader. (hurt/comfort) Part 2
part one â” part two
â” synopsis: after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out whatâs wrong⊠he figures it out, but hopes he wasnât too late
â” interest: percy jackson (HOO)
â” warnings: mentions of blood, pain, loss of appetite, isolation, loss of consciousness, and leo.
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Consciousness returned like a gentle tide, bringing with it the soft rhythm of nearby breathing. Your eyelids felt leaden, and when you finally managed to pry them open, the infirmary's muted light was a blessing to your sensitive eyes.
Percy was there, but not how you expected. He wasn't slumped in sleep or pacing with worry, he was just... staring. Sitting perfectly still in the chair beside your bed, his sea-green eyes fixed on you with an intensity that made your breath catch.
His jaw was set, hands clasped so tightly together his knuckles had gone white, and you couldn't read his expression. You'd never seen him like this before, caught between anger and something else, something raw and vulnerable that made your heart twist.
When you tried to shift position, a deep ache flared through your side. His eyes tracked the movement, and something in him finally broke.
"Six hours," he said, voice low and rough. "You were out for six hours."
your why didn't you tell me fic is possibly the best fic I have ever read! love love love how you write percy!!!
Thank you sooo muchh <3 <3 I appreciate youuu
Hello!! I just stumbled across your work and I really enjoyed your Percy Jackson piece!! Would you consider writing a Percy Jackson x reader where while they are aboard the Argo II they get in a fight with monsters and the reader gets hurt but is very scared to be a bother and thinks she can handle it herself so she hides her injury from Percy. Percy finds out somehow and takes care of her. I think it would be super cute! No worries if you decide not to do it though! Thank you so much!!!
Why didnât you tell me? (percy Jackson hurt/comfort) part 1
part one â” part two
â” synopsis: after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out whatâs wrong.
â” interest: percy jackson (HOO)
â” warnings: mentions of blood, pain, loss of appetite, isolation, loss of consciousness, and leo.
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After another attack on the Argo II you stumbled into your room, every step sending jolts of pain radiating through your side. Your breaths were shallow, each inhale feeling like a needle piercing your ribs.
You pressed your back against the door as you closed it, desperately trying to steady yourself. The wound throbbed relentlessly, an ache that seemed to consume every other feeling making your vision blur. You winced as you reached for the first aid kit on your desk, fingers trembling uncontrollably.
Just as you fumbled with the kit, trying to focus through the haze of pain, a sudden, sharp knock sounded at the door. The sound was like a hammer striking an already bruised nerve, making you freeze, caught between the urge to tend to your injury and the need to answer. Each second felt like an eternity as you struggled to suppress the groan threatening to escape your lips. Your heartpounded from both the pain and pressure to answer who was at the door without them worrying.
Youâre here, you survived, this is real.
(percy jackson hurt/comfort)
â” synopsis: After your single trip to Tartarus, youâve come back a different person, but not for the better. Everyone notices, but especially Percy as he becomes desperate for you to open up, hurt that youâre struggling in silence and knowing that keeping it inside is too close to tearing you apart.
â” interest: percy jackson (HOO)
warnings: mentions/talk of:loss of appetite, trauma, depression, isolation.
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Percyâs breath caught in his throat once he met your gaze. The warmth that once radiated from your eyes had vanished, replaced by a chilling emptiness that seemed to stretch on endlessly. Like a void so profound that it mirrored the darkness of Tartarus itself.
Seeing that endless abyss where your spark used to be, Percy felt dread settle in his chest, knowing that what you had faced was more than anyone should ever endure.
His eyes lingered on your cheekbones as they jutted sharply beneath your skin, casting shadows where there was once a healthy glow. He noticed how loose the collar of your shirt hung around your neck, the fabric draping over your frame like a shroud. As you shifted, the tattered edges of your sleeves fluttered, revealing glimpses of angry red scars given from where you once were.
The moment you returned, everyone noticed the slight tremor in your movements and the way your gaze darted around the room, as if searching for danger. Your fingers twitched at your sides, instinctively reaching for a weapon that wasnât there, revealing the unease that still gripped you.
4th of July Confessions [ conrad fisher ]
SYNOPSISâ§âË conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.
INTERESTâË conrad fisher x you
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Not much time had passed since Conrad started his plan to win you back, and you were already growing suspicious.
First, it started with him going to your favorite place to grab your breakfast. He made it a point to hand you a croissant with more than familiar packaging, a gesture that seemed to bring back memories and leave you questioning his intentions.
Then he sat right next to you, even nudging your knee with his as you all ate breakfast, a deliberate closeness that bordered on invasive, stirring up a greater mixture of nostalgia and confusion within you.
Now he was volunteering to help you make the guest bedroom for Belly's dad and his dad's girlfriend.
You Need to Sleep (Peter Parker)
SYNOPSISâ§âË Peter notices that you are stressed out and not getting enough sleep. He becomes concerned and determined to help them through it. (encouraging and eventually forcing you to sleep.)
INTERESTâË Peter Parker X Reader
WARNINGS(S)â§âË implied insomnia, stress
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âNo coffee run today?â Peter questioned with a smirk as he watched you rush towards him. Usually you beat him to the train stop every morning with a steaming cup in hand.
âNope,â you ran your fingers through your tangled hair, slightly annoyed that you didn't have time to brush it before leaving, âI slept through my alarm.â
âThatâs unusual for you,â Peter joked, but his face fell, noticing that your usual enthusiasm wasnât there, âhey you ok?â
Focus On My Heart (peter parker)
INTERESTâË Peter Parker X Reader
SYNOPSISâ§âË Reader also gets bit by a radioactive spider a bit later and goes through sensory overload during school, Peter comforts them through it.
WARNINGS(S)â§âË Sensory overload
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You gave the person behind you ten seconds to stop clicking their pen right behind your head. When you got to ten, you turned around to tell them to stop, but it wasn't them. Confused, you looked around, still hearing the sound, but the person behind you was asleep.
Your breathing quickened when it continued. Other sounds started to force their way through your ears. Someone was drumming their nails on the desk, the crinkling of a water bottle. Your breathing quickened when it continued, the ticking of the clock, then, worst of all, the bell.
The bell was defining. It rang through your ears aggressively, signaling it was time to leave and leaving you to stumble through the door.
The world was too loud, you could hear way too much. Every heartbeat, every whisper, every breath, every footstep, and more traveled through your senses at once.
Thump.
You covered your ears and could feel the tears in your eyes despite them being clenched shut. It was overwhelming your senses. Your heartbeat the fastest of them all. You could hear the blood rushing through your head and body.
The fly was buzzing across the hall, the sound of the lightbulb as the energy zapped rapidly, every footstep, every scratch, every heartbeat, every breath, every-
"Hey," a panicked voice stood out in the sea of noises. You tried to calm down, not wanting any attention, but you couldn't steady your breathing; it was out of control.
What Was I Made For? (peter parker)
INTERESTâË Peter Parker X Reader (showing signs of depression)
SYNOPSISâ§âË Reader going through a seasonal depressive episode and Peter helping her through it. Based on the lyrics from, What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish.
WARNINGS(S)â§âË depression
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I used to float, now I just fall down
I used to know but I'm not sure now
What I was made for, what was I made for?
The way the snow moved through the air mocked you with its playfulness, it was the first time you felt nothing as you watched the first snowfall from your bedroom window.
When you watched the specs of white land over New York, you thought about how easy life seemed before. The smiles that came automatically became forced, things you couldnât wait for turned into the things you dragged yourself out of bed to go to.
Your unorganized thoughts pushed you away from your family, your friends, even your best friend who also was your boyfriend, Peter. The increased time you spend away from him also increased occurring thoughts that played on repeat:
unwanted, useless, unworthy.
Those words consumed you the way the cold consumed New York during the winter. Your skin being a witness the moment you stepped outside to meet Peter.
Cracked Phone (part one)
PAIRINGâ§âË Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
SYNOPSISâ§âË Reader experiences a loss of a loved one and has Peter to help her, just like he helped her though the loss of Ben.
WARNING(S)â§âË talk of greif, angst
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When Peter and y/n met it had been around Benâs passing. At the time, Peter wasn't exactly open to inviting new people into his life. Looking back at it now, he regretted the way he treated y/n the first couple times she tried to talk to him, but she understood and was patient. He eventually let her in, and since then theyâve been closer than ever.
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PETER PARKERâ and other Spider-Man characters
Focus on My Heart (hurt/comfort, sensory overload): Reader gets bit by a radioactive spider a bit later and goes through sensory overload during school, Peter comforts them through it.
What Was I Made For?: Based on the lyrics from, What Was I Made For by Billie Eilish. Reader going through a seasonal depressive episode and Peter helping her through it.
Need to Sleep: Reader is stressed and not getting enough sleep. Peter is concerned and determined to help them through it, encouraging and eventually forcing them to sleep.
Cracked Phones: Peter helps you through the loss of a loved one like you helped him get through Ben.
CONRAD FISHER âÂ·Ë àŒ *
The 4th Confession : Conrad confesses his feelings for you after a week of fighting and makes sure you know his feelings are real.
PERCY JACKSONâand other pjo/hoo characters
Youâre here, you survived, this is real: After your single trip to Tartarus, youâve come back a different person, but not for the better. Everyone notices, but especially Percy as he becomes desperate for you to open up, hurt that youâre struggling in silence and knowing that keeping it inside is too close to tearing you apart.
Why didnât you tell me? Part One after a fight on the Argo II, reader tries to hide their injury but Percy is determined to find out whatâs wrong.
Part two
GARRICK TAVISâ the emperion
Next Time, Donât Make Me Come Find You: Where Garrick could never miss a hint of your pain. Youâre a Melgren, raised to hide it. But even your walls arenât enough for him.
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ARISU, RYOHEIâ and other aib characters
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