Long Wawy Hair..

Okay but I love your hcs, especially since it deals with villains after winning the war which I think is so interesting. Like a imagine being shigaraki's darling but instead of being kidnapped or in process of being kidnapped, your his virtual crush. He met you on an international server and darling practicing their Japanese tried their best to befriend him. No one had wanted to be his friend before so he was hesitant but soon a friendship developed and it was so comforting, outside the screen he had villain missions, failures, strings of poverty or homelessness, and societal rejection. But in game he had darling and their fun civilian antics, jabs, wins together, it's like a home he never had and when the leauge gets money he can finally have the time to text and to call and realize his crush on darling. But he won't kidnap them yet, he's busy and there is a whole war to win first but when does the first thing he'll do is to send darling over to him. Now imagine darling, they have a internet pal who can sometimes get weird or dip out for life reasons but nothing to weird, playing with them is fun and when they start texting or voice calling you both get closer. Sometimes you hope their safe because you heard Japan as a lot of dangerous villains and their a little silent but it's alright. It's only not when tomura shigaraki the one you've only seen in still news photos, the one who took over Japan as a bringer of chaos knocks on your door, claiming to be that friend you've talked to all this time

shigaraki meeting his darling online

OMG i just love your idea, especially the fact that you both met online. i really liked your idea as it was so I just added some details + what happens when shigaraki takes reader away. i do think that everything happened before the attack of the USJ, shigaraki played a lot of MMOs because he had nothing else to do.

(y/un = your username)

word count: 1098 tw: obsessive behavior, clingy behavior, kidnapping, confinement, yandere, possessive behavior

✤shigaraki would be a really strong player and he is in one of the strongest guilds in the game. he plays a DPS character and he mostly plays solo, except in endgame because he can't play without a support (that's why he joined a guild). his username would be something a bit corny like DecayKiller (im sorry for this but I can't imagine him with anything different 🥲)

✤he changes support every time because he finds people annoying, that is until he met you.

✤this would be the first MMO you played, although you weren't used to it you were quite the good support and you quickly earned a good reputation which allowed you to join shigaraki's guild. after some days, he sent you a party invite and you started doing some dungeons.

✤at first you thought it was a one time thing just like with other supports but for some reason he asked you to play with him whenever you logged in. for some reason he grew quite fond of you without you knowing why.

✤you eventually added each other on discord and started to talk everyday. "DecayKiller" wasn't the most talkative person but you always found a subject to talk about with him.

✤you both would meet twice a week or more to play and to voice call together. it became a ritual and you both were really happy to spend time with each other. at first he wanted to speak english with you because he didn't want to bother you but when you told him you were learning japanese you almost always spoke in that language.

✤there was a lot of things you liked about "DecayKiller": his honesty, you didn't know a lot of people who would speak that frankly to you, the way he laughed, it wasn't often so you see this as a precious thing, the way he would sometimes be childish although he acted so mature and his voice, it was a bit hoarse and you honestly thought he sounded very hot (not that you would ever tell him).

✤everything went like that for a while until the league really started to get to work. you would meet less often, which made you kinda sad to be honest. you missed those days where you would spend hours talking together.

✤but "DecayKiller" would make sure to talk to you a lot even if not voice calling, he also made sure you could voice call at least three times a month. everything stopped when the paranormal liberation war broke out.

✤you were very worried because you had no sign of life from "DecayLord" for almost 3 months, especially since you heard the villains conquered japan. you could only send messages to him, hoping that he would respond. but he never did.

✤you had lost hope when you heard someone ringing at your door, you thought it was a delivery man and you opened the door. only to find one of the most infamous villains lately : shigaraki was here.

✤you took a step back, terrified when you saw him only to bump into someone else behind you.

"don't make this complicated y/un, we'll have a lot more time to talk."

✤you recognized "DecayKiller" 's voice as you felt a west tissue pressing against your mouth, making you fall into a deep slumber.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

✤you woke up to someone playing with your hair, your head pressed against what felt like a male's chest. it took a while for you to wake up and to realize the situation you were in, when you remembered what happened in front of your house you got up in a hurry, trying to figure out where you were.

✤the chest you were lying on earlier was none other than shigaraki's.

"don't move too suddenly the drugs aren't out of your system yet."

✤he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back against him. you were absolutely terrified and you tried to say something, without success. you waited for a bit before looking right at him, that's the first time you've seen him that close. after a while you finally managed to utter a word.

"w-why ?"

"because i wanted you. i always did. i waited to have you and when i could, i took you."

✤you bit your lips, nervous. you both stayed in like this in silence, only with him playing with your hair. you took your time looking through the room when you realized your right feet was chained to the wall.

✤the chain was quite long but not enough for you to reach the door of the large room, which looked like it was part of a penthouse but you had no way to be sure. shigaraki saw that you noticed the chain because he started talking again.

"this is only for a while, i want to make sure i can trust you. you'll be free to roam around the apartment after his, there isn't much to see outside."

✤you could only stare at your foot in despair as shigaraki kissed your forehead, keeping you against him.

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

✤life with shigaraki isn't as horrible as you thought it would be. he would bring video games that you can play together. you would even play the MMO you used to play together, offline of course.

✤one of the good side would be that you would always eat nice food together. you weren't sure how but he would always bring you a variety of different food, each always tasty.

✤if you like cuddles, you'll love shigaraki because he is always all over you. he never leaves your side outside "work". when he does go to work he is always grumpy at the thought of leaving you and you find this strangely cute.

✤the bad side about all of this is the isolation and shigaraki's lack of patience. when shigaraki is not here you don't have anything to do or anyone to see, which can be quite oppressive. and although shigaraki told you he would wait to trust you you can see he get quite eager to be able to do more things with you.

✤he wouldn't try anything without you agreeing but the more you "test his patience", the more grumpy and almost mean he can get. it's in your best interest to get closer to him, if you want to live comfortably that is.

✤by the way forget about escaping. I mean, this man rules over a whole country far from your own, you can't get away from him. you'd better get used to this lifestyle or else... well good luck.

Could you do hcs of Tomura with a reader who’s short like 5’-5’2 type short.. 🙁 anyways I loveee the stuff you write sm

A/N: hi shortie - someone who's 5'11, also sorry if these are kinda short..(like you) (lovingly), i had a brainfart

WARNINGS: NSFW under the cut🖤

he loves that ur tiny, he likes having you in his lap, no reason, not even for sex. he just likes having you there.

he will hold the top of your head, or by your neck, again, no reason, just because.

he likes having someone so small, so he calls you a gross nickname (roach, tiny roach, rat,) stuff along the lines of that. he thinks it's funny.

he actively enjoys having you tiptoe or having to bend down so you can kiss him.

and you can fit under his desk

at night, he's not one for cuddles but he will try something he saw online.

burrito wrapping his partner. don't be surprised if you wake up, his gloves are on and he's currently rolling you into a cocoon.

he will press himself against you, just because. he likes that he towers over you.

chest kisses are a new thing for him and he LOVES it. please kiss along his ribs and in the middle of his chest to his collarbones, he loves it.

sometimes you'll catch him involuntarily smiling like an idiot. he's so cute when he does it.

He also loves kisses on his neck and jaw.

he likes either holding you by the waist or shoulders sometimes.

NSFW AHEAD!

He loves having you under him while he fucks you, he'll use you as a fleshlight and hold you by the waist.

He will have you under his desk sucking him off while he plays a game, his mic will be mute but he will get mad if your doing it too well, he's about to cum and he can't concentrate because of you.

since your smaller that him, he'll have your chest pressed up against the wall with your hands above your head as he fucks you from the back.

he likes fucking you from the side too, having your face between his elbow, one hand holding one of your thighs up as he thrusts deeper into you makes him turned on.

loves it when you ride him, he can actually grab them titties this time

he definitely enjoys the size difference and rarely lets you top now.

his after care is rather sweet though, he'll let himself soften inside of you while panting in your ear and telling you all about how your holes made him feel.

he loves the cuddles from it, and holds you somewhat close, but he won't admit he's kind of afraid he'll dust you.

...he has used his family's hands to restrain you before because since your smaller, that means they fit better on you.

why not a baby chicken? In France we can by them as food ^^ its clean but its still in his natural form. Some care prefer those^^

As this cat is not your first rescue, you have some baby chicken in your freezer. You try to put one on the floor near the cat. Based on the look on its face, the cat seems to question this dead chicken and the choices you make. Looks like the feral cat is a picky eater.

★ SHIGARAKI TOMURA | LEAGUE OF VILLAINS KING ★

↳ Happy Birthday to my amazing and cool babe Gokalp @tohmura ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥~

Guy pls vote for THE END OF ALL THINGS because it gave me Tomua’s vibes !

THE TUMBLR HORSE DERBY

WELCOME TO THE FIRST TUMBLR HORSE DERBY (that i know of, anyway)

HOW TO HORSE: 🐎🐎🐎 - Vote for your FAVOURITE horse to make them go faster! (yknow, like those carnival horse derby games!) MAY THE BEST HORSE WIN

(also sample size reblog yadda yadda yadda HORSE)

Here her new account

HELP PLEASE

I was

Shigaraki Haven

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Im putting this in Shigaraki tags cause thats how people know me. If anyone can reblog this to help it would mean alot

I don't know if my account will be recovered. I do have everything Ive written backed up, with the exception of 2 asks I was working on. And my AO3 account is still there but only has about 30% of my stuff. It does have all my full fics but not thirsts or headcanons etc. What hurts losing the most was all my friends and fellow tumblrs I talked to or followed. It's heartbreaking because I worked so hard on that blog reached so many huge milestones. I never dreamed I'd get 60 followers little lone almost 6000 I was excited to get there only 20 away. I know alot say numbers don't matter but it was proving to myself that people liked me. I'm heartbroken and saddened. I hope the people that enjoyed and communicated with me can find me. Fingers crossed I get my account back. If you want to read a certain fic I can try to upload. Thanks for all the help.

PLEASE REBLOG 🙏 🥺💗

Another drawing

I like it more irl but since i reeeealy love that one i share it anyway 0v0

3 ships:honestly i don't have many ships...😅

First ever ship: katara x aang (spoil : j'avais raison)

Last song: stuck in a room

Last movie: Rocky III ✨

Currently reading : scorpi ceux qui marchent dans les ombres.

currently watching : walking dead

Currently eating : a Fo

Currently craving: Tomura...as always. I swear i'm affectly dépendant on him

I don't know who to tag 😭

thank you for the tag, Robyn <3 @robynnnhooddd the original post was getting pretty long so I'll answer here lol.

Answer the questions and then tag 9 people you'd like to get to know better 💖

3 ships: me x satoru uuuuuhhhhh kiamei, yuzugiri, & kyohru

First ever ship: probably aerith and cloud from ff7 🥲

Last song: emiya's theme from the fate/stay night ost lol

Last movie: honestly no idea! I almost never watch movies anymore:,(

Currently reading: re-reading hells paradise!! if you haven't read it please check it out! It's such a good manga (also it's finished! 👀)

Currently watching: jujutsu kaisen (help)

Currently eating: nothing

Currently craving: nanaimo bar :(

Tagging: @im-rlly-tired @meiissblog @lvrm @roseragvndr @shiggysimp69 @ckmilita @black-nirvanna @cactosaurio @casanime only if u want to tho, otherwise feel free to ignore lol 💖

if I didn't tag you but u want to participate go ahead and just say I tagged you 😎😎

oh god i needed this🥺🫶

Paralyzed

As your shift in the daycare came to a close today, something triggered a terrible panicking trauma response in you. You've locked yourself in the storage closet in an attempt to get away from it all. When Sun eventually manages to get the door open, his heart breaks at the state he finds you in. Cue 4k words of ensuing caretaking and comfort.

Pairing: Sun/Reader/Moon Word Count: 6,014 Contains: [NSSI/Self-Harm] [panic] [PTSD] [crying] [emotional & physical hurt/comfort] [bandaging wounds] [undressing (not the sexy kind)] [caretaking] [cuddling] [literal sleeping together] [established relationship] [GN!Reader]

“Sunshine? I know you’re hurting right now… but you need to let me in there with you so I can help…”

A faint rattling comes from the locked doorknob, shortly followed by silence.

You barely hear it from where you’re slumped, back against the far wall of the pitch dark supply closet.

You’re far too consumed in your own suffering to even consider the impact of your actions right now. You have to make these feelings stop. You have to make it all go away. You can’t take anymore today.

Through your panicked haze and ragged breathing, your ears barely pick up on the faint sound of metallic tinkering, and Sun’s muttering on the other side of the door.

“Oh, for heavens sake… why does the supply closet even have the ability to lock from the inside in the first place?”

Your panicked breaths come faster and faster, until you begin to feel lightheaded from it all. The pain of your memories. The fear of whatever trigger had set you off this time. The shame of causing Sun such distress, having to see you like this.

You told yourself you’d never let them see you in such a state, yet here you fucking are. Trembling and soaked in sweat, tears, and snot, curled up on the cold tile of the supply closet floor.

It was bound to happen eventually, you suppose. You could lie and say you were doing better but this always comes back to drag you down again eventually.

You register the sound of a bolt shifting, before a few small screws fall down and roll across the floor in different directions. You watch the door creak open slightly, and thin, long robotic fingers snake their way around the edge and take hold of the loose doorknob before it can fall and clatter to the floor.

You feel your stomach drop at the knowledge that your time in hiding has come to an end. The door swings open slowly, the daycare’s bright lights casting into the room. The light makes a path all the way across the floor, from the open doorway across to your darkened form curled uncomfortably in the back, like a wild animal, cornered.

You lift your head enough to glance at him and you catch the sight of his silhouette, backlit in a way that has him looking more intimidating than he likely realizes. You instinctively curl back down into yourself and miss the way he subconsciously shrinks in on himself when he sees your apparent fear.

He’s the last person on earth that you should fear. He just wants to help you. He was built for this, wasn’t he? Taking care of the vulnerable?

Why’d they have to make him look so terrifying, then?

He pushes his own thoughts aside, his hand curling around the doorframe in search of the light switch. He quickly locates it, flipping it up and flooding the room with fluorescent light.

The proper sight of you breaks his mechanical heart.

Your hair is an absolute mess and your clothes are all bunched up around you as you’ve contorted yourself to take up the least amount of space possible. Like someone was trying to hurt you even though you were alone in here. He doesn’t even need to do a full body scan to tell that you have been hurt, actually. When his optics pass over your left hand, warning signs flash across his vision.

Injured. You’re injured.

In his daycare. Under his supervision.

Oh, no. No no no no no.

Not you. Not like this. Not ever.

He has to fix it. Fix you. Make it better.

Yes. Yes, he can make it better. He- he can fix this. It’ll be okay. You’ll be okay. You have to be. He… needs you. They both do. You have to be okay.

They’ll make it better.

You keep your head tucked away into the pulled-up hood of your jacket, waiting. You don’t even know what you’re waiting for, exactly. Yelling? Screaming? Panic? Anger? Disappointment? Rough hands, grabbing, pulling, hurting you again?

If you were thinking straight right now you’d know this isn’t necessary. You’d remember where you are, and who you’re with, and that you are absolutely safe here. Sun and Moon wouldn’t ever lay a hand on you in anything other than love. Their touches don’t hurt. Neither do their words.

You’re not thinking straight right now, though. Your mind is somewhere else entirely. Completely caught up in the past, your mind replaying all the bad that you’ve ever encountered, like it’s trying to teach you a lesson you already know. Trying to warn you of a threat that is no longer there.

Sun slowly lowers himself to the floor and makes his way over to you on all fours in the least terrifying way he can.

His voice is about as quiet as he can get it to go but you still flinch when he breaks the silence.

“Sunshine, are you here with me right now? Can you hear me?”

You’re about halfway here and halfway gone, to be completely honest, but you manage to nod your head, the movement stiff and jerky. Your muscles are all so goddamn tense it’s a wonder you can move at all.

“Do you think you can take a deep breath for me?”

You try to, and fail miserably, the air catching in your throat and coming back out as a choked sob. Gods, you can’t even breathe right, can you? You shake your head vehemently, tangling your messy hair even further in the process as you start mindlessly muttering apologies between short, quick breaths.

“I’m-I’m sorry…  I’m sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry…”

Sun’s hands flex open and closed, held firmly down at his sides to prevent their urges from taking over and just allowing himself to scoop you up into his arms the way he wants to.

“Hey… e-easy, love. There’s no need for apologies here, you haven’t done anything wrong.”

Your tears pick back up again at that, voice accidentally coming out in a sudden shout, only muffled by the balled-up sleeve you’ve brought up to try and hide your face.

“YES I HAVE! I-I-I don’t know what… but I must have done something… something to end up like this.”

It’s getting harder for Sun to close out of the numerous warning pop-ups that flood his vision. His voice is a bit more strained when you hear it again.

“No-no-no not at all! You haven’t done anything to make this happen. This is just… something that happens sometimes, yeah? And-and-and I’m here now to help you through it!”

He eyes your left hand again, lying lifeless on the cold tile beside you. It’s completely red and swollen, with long, angry red lines running down along your forearm and the back of your hand. He knew he’d heard the sound of repeated, dull banging when he first discovered you’d locked yourself in here, but he hadn’t wanted to think about what you might be doing to yourself.

He’s gonna find out now, though.

Losing yourself in your panic again, you shakily pick your stiff hand up off the tile, balling it into a fist as you bring it up just to slam it back down on the cold, hard floor with as much force as you can possibly muster. Sharp pain runs through your wrist as the already swollen joint is forced to take the impact of yet another hit. A hiss of pain is immediately ripped out of you, and you revel in the small relief that it brings, forcing you to take a deep breath to distract yourself. You’d been at this for a solid thirty minutes now, based on Sun’s calculations of when this whole ordeal started.

Sun’s body locks up at the sight, and he can’t even feel the black, watery fluid that begins to leak from beneath his eyes, running down along the curves of his faceplate like tears.

He’s paralyzed. Stuck in between two equally important rules.

They sound off on repeat like warning sirens in his mind.

[ Protect you. ]

[ Never touch you without permission. ]

[ Protect you. ]

[ Never touch you without permission. ]

[ Protect you. ]

[ Never touch you without permission. ]

He’s forced to sit there, glued to the ground and watch as you lift your fist and slam it back down once again, your body reeling forward in response to the pain.

He suddenly feels Moon’s presence fighting to take control in their shared headspace.

He watches on helplessly as an unauthorized edit is made to one of the rules cemented in the forefront of his mind.

[ Protect you. A̵T̸ ̶A̶L̶L̶ ̵C̵O̴S̴T̷S̴.̸ ]

He immediately breaks from his paralysis just in time to reach forward, his movements lightning fast, and wraps his massive hand around your fist as it makes its way towards the ground once again. He moves your connected hands downward together, trying to follow the motion so as to not hurt you any further by suddenly stopping you mid-swing.

Your hands both slam down onto the tile, but you hardly feel the pain this time. Sun registers that the back of his hand took the brunt of the impact, no real damage done given his sturdier components, and his body nearly collapses from the sudden relief.

His other hand quickly reaches out and loosely wraps itself around your wrist, needing to hold you still. He’s careful to not aggravate the swollen joint, nor the stinging lines of broken skin you’d torn across the back of your hand.

You stop crying in your shock, and your head jerks up to look at him, and the both of you stare at each other, unsure, for a long quiet moment.

He breaks the silence first.

“I’m sorry. I-I-I know we can’t touch you without permission but-but-but you weren’t LISTENING and I-I-I had to. You were hurting-hurting-HURTING yourself.”

His repetitions are getting noticeably worse, and so is his volume control. He’s stressed beyond his limits, clearly.

Your remaining panic evaporates at the realization and guilt suddenly takes over, washing over you in waves that threaten to drown.

Your right hand is trembling as you pull it away from your face, poking out of your sleeve and reaching out towards him, no longer caring about the absolute hell you must look like right now.

You grab onto one of his upper arms and pull yourself towards him with what little strength you have left in you. He sat up straight as a board in response to your sudden shift in position, clearly not expecting you to fall right into him. He quickly recovers though, gingerly adjusting you to be more comfortable in his hold.

Your voice is miserable and thick with tears when you speak, face making a mess of the soft, colorful ruffles around his neck. He doesn’t mind it at all, at this point. They can be washed.

“Don’t, please… don’t apologize. Just…”

You let out a shaky sigh.

“just hold me… please.”

That’s permission enough for him, and he quickly gathers you further up onto his lap, adjusting so he’s leaned back against a cabinet and you can lay against him.

“Okay… okay. We can do that.”

He slowly brings your injured hand up to inspect it better in the light, and mutters another string of quiet apologies when you whimper in pain. From a quick scan he can tell that nothing is broken- thank heavens - but it will definitely bruise something awful. He also quietly takes note of the way your sharp nails must’ve broken skin, as there’s tiny dried specks of blood along your forearm when he cautiously lifts your sleeve.

The injury warning pop-ups are still flashing in his vision, but they’re easier to see through now. You’re stable. You’re safe. There will be time to patch you up once they get you calm.

Speaking of they, Moon is now throwing an absolute fit inside their headspace, more impatient than ever to be released so he can do his job. You need to be calmed, you need to be soothed, you need to rest.

[ LET ME OUT LET ME OUT LET ME OUT ]

Sun shoots him a silent response as he brings a hand up to cradle the back of your head against his chest, heart breaking all over again at the way you still tremble against him.

[ You know I would if I could. We have to wait for the lights to go out. Have patience. It’s nearly your turn. ]

He outwardly flinches at the sudden sharp volume of Moon’s voice in his mind.

[ PATIENCE? I just had to sit back here and witness them actively HARMING themselves like a helpless SPECTATOR and you’re telling me to have PATIENCE, SUN? REALLY? ]

Sun settles you back down against him when you stir in response to his sudden movement, assuring you once again that you haven’t done anything wrong.

[ Moon. Please. Look at them. Now is not the time to be fighting. ]

Moon doesn’t reply, so he adds on.

[ I… sincerely thank you… for editing the rule for me, you know? ]

He hears Moon sigh in exasperation, and feels the tension in their headspace begin to slowly dissolve.

[ …yeah. You’re welcome. Don’t make me have to do it again. ]

As if on queue, the lights power down in the plex all at once, and their transition begins. They feel the way you suddenly tense at the realization, and they hush you as their voice shifts from Sun’s into Moon’s.

“Shhh, shh, shh. You’re okay. Everything’s alright, little star. No need to be scared. I’m right here. You’re still safe.”

You keep your head buried in the fabric when you speak.

“Moon?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Are you… mad at me?”

He struggles to keep it together when he hears how scared you sound.

“Not at all, doll. Never. Never mad at you.”

He brings your left hand back up a bit to get a better look at it through his own eyes, and his body releases a soft burst of warm air from his vents.

“Mad at ourselves? Mmmaybe. But that’s none of your concern. It’s over now. We’re gonna fix this. We promise.”

He shifts a little, and whispers a soft question.

“May I move you up to our room so we can clean you up?”

You nod against him, humming in unenthusiastic acceptance.

His movements are incredibly careful and fluid when he picks the two of you up off the floor. Walking out of the storage closet, he calls down his tether and adjusts his grip on you to assure that you won’t slip.

You cling tight to him with your good hand, and close your eyes to avoid the unpleasant sight of being so far up in the air. Before you know it, you’re being lowered onto their bed so carefully one would think you’re made of glass.

When you finally detach yourself from his chest so he can put you down, you finally notice the dark tear-tracks leaking from his eyes. They shimmer, reflecting the dim string-lights hung throughout the room. You reach out to him, trying to wipe them away and failing miserably, smearing the dark stains further across their faceplate.

He gently takes your hand and brings it to his smile, pressing the equivalent of a kiss against your skin before placing your hand back down in your lap.

“Don’t you worry about us right now, star. You do that enough already. It’s your turn to be taken care of now.”

He shifts from his crouched position by the bed and moves to stand, intending to go fetch the first aid kit. You stop him by clinging to his hand with a nervous whine when he pulls away. You don’t even recognize how small and vulnerable you sound when your thoughts slip out of you.

“Where… where are you going?”

He crouches back down to your level, brushing your messy hair back away from your face.

“Just need to run down and get some things to patch you up with, doll. I’ll be back within a minute. Do you think you can wait for me here while I go do that?”

He’s slipped into caregiver mode, speaking to you like he’d speak to a frightened child in the daycare, but honestly… right about now, you don’t feel much different. His kind, patient tone works wonders to quiet your lingering fears.

“Okay… yeah, I can wait.”

He moves to press another kiss to the crown of your head when he stands back up, whispering to you.

“Very good. I’ll only be a moment. Wait here for me, starlight.”

You don’t count the seconds it takes him, but from what you can tell he stayed true to his word, for it couldn’t have been more than a minute before he was swinging himself back onto the balcony, arms full of various items.

He quietly sets them down one by one on a table in the room, and turns to you, crouching down again to be on your level.

“Now, patching up injuries is usually Sun’s thing, but I’m fully capable of it as well, if you’ll let me.”

You nod in silence, looking down, letting the shame, guilt, and embarrassment wash over you again. He picks up on it, and is quick to reassure you, crouching even further down and tilting his head at an angle so as to catch your gaze again.

“Hey, hey, hey… you don’t need to be ashamed of this. We’re not angry with you, and you don’t have to explain anything tonight if you don’t feel up to it . ”

Some of the tension bleeds out of your shoulders at that, and you take a resolving breath before granting him permission to tend to you, holding your left arm out towards him.

“…Thank you.”

He takes it in his, and reaches to grab a cleansing wipe from his pile of assorted things.

“It’s our honor to care for you, love.”

He hesitates, looking you over for a moment before setting the wipe back down and turning to you.

“It’ll be easier to do this if we take your jacket off first. Would you like assistance?”

You raise your arms out away from you, nodding sheepishly.

If he could smile any bigger than he always is, he would have.

“Alright, then. Mind your hand…”

He gently removes your jacket and folds it over the back of a chair. Then, returning his attention to your arm, he tears the pouch open and pulls the cloth out.

“This will sting at first, but it’s necessary, okay?”

You nod, only wincing slightly as he cleans your scratches and then pulls out a tube of some sort, twisting the tiny cap off with nimble fingers.

“This will help you heal.”

You watch quietly as he takes the utmost care to evenly coat each red, stinging line with the ointment, and in the back of your mind you wonder if this is a bit overkill for a few scratches… but you’re hesitant to turn him down. It couldn’t hurt, and you were rather enjoying the treatment. Far, far more than you’d like to admit, honestly. The torn lines of skin run all the way down your forearm to meet your knuckles, and he doesn’t miss a single spot.

He then turns away, pulling out a thin roll of gauze, and gestures for you to hold your arm out once again. When you offer it, he begins wrapping your arm up, starting from your hand. He’s extremely careful to not put undue pressure on your swollen palm and wrist, and once it’s secured around your hand, he winds the dressing all the way up around your arm, covering every little wound.

You’re nearly in a trance by the time he fastens the bandage in place and pulls back, pilfering through the other things he brought. You snap out of it when his voice breaks the silence again.

“Would you like my assistance while changing into something more suited for sleep?”

You nod before you even really register the inquiry, still too caught up in how good it felt to be bandaged up the way he did. It’s not like he hasn’t seen you undress before, anyways, so you don’t dwell on it too much when he guides you to stand and helps you remove your wrinkled work clothes.

Digging around in their dresser, he pulls out a plush pair of your sleep pants that you leave here for unplanned nights like this, and an oversized Superstar Daycare logo t-shirt.

He squats down, letting you use his shoulders to support your unsteady frame as you step into the pants, pulling them up around your waist before guiding you to sit back down on the bed. Reaching for the shirt and motioning for you to lift your arms, he makes sure the sleeve doesn’t catch on your bandages as he drapes it down over you.

You’re tempted to collapse back into the mattress then and there, but he’s not done coddling you yet.

He begins climbing all around you and gathering up every pillow in the room, propping you up and placing them around you to form some sort of… protective nest, you suppose? Whatever he’s doing, it seems like very important work in his eyes, so you let him fuss over the arrangement ‘til his heart's content, watching him with a small smile and tired eyes.

Once he seems satisfied with his work, he gently picks your left hand up and places it on its own special elevated pillow. He takes a ridiculous amount of care to make sure all of your bruising fingers are spread out in the best possible position, and then looks to you in question.

“Is this okay? Comfortable like this?”

You nod with a bemused smile, and he tilts his head for a moment, gauging your expression. Whatever he makes of it, he seems content now, and so he returns to his duties.

Reaching back to the table, he pulls over an ice pack, carefully wrapping it with soft fabric before situating it over your hand and wrist. He spends a few quiet moments just holding it there, practically staring straight through the ice pack and down into your injured hand. There’s something almost… far away about his voice when he speaks this time, but it’s gone again before your tired mind can question it.

“This should help bring the swelling down…”

You give him a tired smile, and a quiet thank you in acknowledgment.

That seems to snap him out of whatever momentary daze he had slipped into.

He moves back, stopping to take stock of the things he brought with him for a moment before grabbing a wet-looking washcloth and settling himself down on the bed in front of you.

“You’ll sleep better if your face isn’t all hot and tear-stained.”

You’re not gonna decline him, but you do feel compelled to say something.

“You really don’t have to go to such lengths like this, Moon… I don’t really feel like I deserve all this pampering after the burden I’ve been here lately...”

His body language visibly falls, seeming almost hurt by your words.

“Let’s get one thing straight, doll. 

You are no burden. 

Second of all, if you think that this is pampering…”

He lets out a small, sad laugh, looking down and obviously thinking something over internally.

“…then you’ve need to raise your standards, love. This is just basic care.”

He turns back to meet your gaze again.

“Besides. We’d be some pretty awful caretakers if we couldn’t even do this, wouldn’t we?”

His faceplate spins until it’s done a 180, reversing its path and righting itself once again as he speaks. That gets a small smile out of you, and you drop the subject, closing your eyes and leaning in to let him wipe the mess of your breakdown from your flushed skin.

Once you’re cleaned, he steps away for a moment, placing the damp cloth back atop the first aid kit on the table. He’ll put everything away in the morning, but for now, he’s quite hesitant to leave your side again. The small mess of assorted items and today’s dirty clothes will have to wait until tomorrow.

Leaning down to pull their belled slippers off, he places them neatly away to the side. You eye his long fingers as he lifts the back of their neck ruffles, deftly undoing the small bow holding them on, and watch as it unravels. He tosses the fabric onto the same chair he hung your jacket from, and your eyes follow his hands as they move down to his waist, fingers working to undo the tie that holds their pants up.

You avert your gaze as the star patterned fabric drops to the floor, pooling around his ankles. It’s not like there’s anything about each other you haven’t already seen before, but it still feels a bit inappropriate to just sit here doing nothing and watching him undress.

As you lean your head back to stare up at the sea of glow-in-the-dark stars that decorate the ceiling, he steps into the longest, softest pair of black palazzo pants known to mankind, a rare find of yours from a lucky trip to a thrift store.

You hated it when you first found out that they either had to sleep in their work clothes or nothing at all, so you had begun to buy up any casual clothes you could find whenever you happened across something that might fit their unusual frame.

He wraps the ties around his thin waist twice, tying them into a neat bow in the front. He then grabs a baggy, cream colored open-front cardigan and slips one arm after the other into it. Loosely wrapping the sides across his front, he turns and makes his way back over to the bedside. He didn’t particularly care one way or the other about wearing any sort of shirt to bed, but you often fell asleep on him and weren’t a big fan of waking up with your cheek adhered to the silicone of his chest plate.

When you notice his approach in your peripheral vision, you pull your lidded gaze away from the stars above you to look at the Moon beside you.

He settles himself down right next to you, careful to not disturb the nest he’s created, and then reaches out to the bedside table one more time, returning with a bottle of water and a packet of your favorite crackers, which he presumably snatched from the daycare’s pantry.

Why on earth it is that this is the gesture that finally does you in will forever remain a mystery to you, but at the sight of him presenting you the food and water, your eyes well up again with tears you didn’t think you had left.

He visibly falters for a moment, unsure if he’s done something wrong. He drops the crackers down onto the bed, freeing a hand to reach out and cup your cheek, guiding you to look at him. His voice is heavy with a quiet concern.

“Hey, hey, no more tears… Why are you crying again, starlight? Is something still hurting you?”

You smile in spite of your shining eyes, and lean into his touch.

“They’re good tears this time, Moon. I just… Thank you. For everything, for all of this, thank you. Both of you.”

He seems to relax a bit at that, and his thumb runs over your cheek to brush away a stray tear. His eyes get that distant look in them for a moment and you realize he’s listening to Sun.

“Thanking us is not necessary, but you’re very welcome all the same.”

He opens the water bottle for you, assuring that you’ve got a good grip on it before he lets you take it. As soon as it hits your throat you realize just how thirsty you were, greedily downing about half the bottle before Moon’s hand appears in your line of sight, gently ushering it away from your pursed lips. 

“Please pace yourself, starlight.”

You swallow your current mouthful of water as you watch him open the package of crackers, expecting him to hand it to you before you remember that you’ve got a bottle in one hand and an ice pack on the other. He picks one piece out of the package and as he brings it up towards you, you connect the dots quickly enough.

“Open.”

Oh, brother, he’s really giving you the full treatment tonight.

You feel heat return to your cheeks once again, albeit for a different reason this time around. Your voice comes out in a mixture of embarrassment and want.

“You don’t have to feed me…”

His faceplate angles down to the side, cocking his head at you. If he could smirk you’re sure he would be right now.

“But we want to.”

He gently nudges the cracker at your closed lips and you side-eye him as you part them just enough to snatch the food in between your teeth. You pull away with a small smile as you chew, and for some reason you struggle to look him in the eyes.

If circumstances were brighter, he’d likely be teasing you for being so shy, but tonight… Tonight, he sets the jokes aside. He patiently feeds you one cracker after another, reminding you to take a small sip of water every few bites. At some point, when your mind slows down enough for you to notice the silence permeating the room, soft music begins to play from the speaker hidden in his chest.

It’s the tune that he reserves especially for nights like these with you, one that he never plays during nap time. In spite of how little Sun and Moon have to call their own, they still manage to find small parts of themselves to share only with you.

Once you’ve finished your snack, you let him place the remainder of your water back on the side table. When he turns back to you, ready to get you laid down to sleep, you’re fixing him with a thoughtful stare. His faceplate tilts 45 degrees, his tone curious.

“What are you looking at?”

Your tired gaze roams across his faceplate, following along the smeared oily tear tracks he seems to have forgotten about. You then look past him, over his shoulder, and your eyes land on the still-damp cloth on the table.

“Would you hand me that cloth for a second, please?”

He’s silent for a moment, processing your question, but eventually reaches behind himself to retrieve it for you. When he places it in your open right hand, you use it to gesture out in front of you.

“Can you move to sit in front of me for a minute?”

He tilts his head the opposite direction in confusion once again, but does as you requested. You motion for him to lean down a bit until his face is level with yours.

Once you can reach him, you pinch one corner of the cloth between two fingers and set to work wiping away the dark tear tracks. You follow the path they’ve made down from beneath their eyes, around the inner curve of their cheeks and down to their mouth. The trails of inky fluid had weaved their way through the crevices of their smile and eventually converged, pooling in the bottom curve of the crescent moon.

You feel his eyes, now tiny pinpricks of red in a black void, following your every movement. Not really in a dangerous sort of way… he just seems more taken aback than anything. When you’ve wiped every last trace away, you meet his gaze briefly as you give him one final look over, and you give him a small smile.

You go to hand the cloth back to him and he doesn’t move to take it, still sitting there with his hands clasped in his lap and staring straight at you. Oh god. Knowing your luck, your attempt at returning the favor has broken him. Cautiously reaching out, you take one of his hands in yours and maneuver it until it’s face-up. You ball the cloth up and place it back in his palm as your hand comes to rest over top of it, eyes darting across his frame in search of any movement, any sort of response.

“Are you still with me, Moon?”

At your words, his faceplate suddenly clicks back and forth a few times before making one full rotation, the bell on the end of his hat grazing the pillows below you along the way. Life seems to finally return to him, and his fingers close around the cloth in his hand as he leans back. Silently, he moves from his spot seated in front of you to return the cloth to the table before settling himself back down in his prior spot beside you. You turn to look at him, uncertain, and his gaze is settled on the bed sheets when he speaks.

“I never left you.”

Your tired mind struggles to understand what exactly that means, looking up at him with furrowed brows.

“Huh?”

He tilts his faceplate to look down at you, still being a head taller than you even when you’re sitting next to him.

“You asked me if I was still with you.”

His hand reaches out and he carefully laces his long fingers between yours.

“I never left.”

A warm feeling spreads through your chest at the sincerity in his voice and in that moment, you can’t do anything other than lean into him, gently resting your forehead against his shoulder. After a little while of just breathing in the moment, you speak again.

“I just… wanted to return the favor. You two take such good care of me, wiping your tears is the least I can do…”

One of his hands comes up to cradle the back of your head against him.

“It’s entirely unnecessary but we both appreciate it nonetheless. We really do. We’re just… not used to it. Being treated so gently is… unfamiliar to us.”

You pull your left hand out from beneath the ice pack in order to wrap your arms around him in a proper hug, talking into the fabric of his cardigan.

“Oh, come on, guys… you’re starting to sound like me now.”

Moon resists the urge to reprimand you for moving your hand, instead allowing their body to lean into the embrace, wrapping long arms around your soft, vulnerable body. His voice sounds far more exhausted than any animatronic's voice ought to when he speaks.

“…it’s well past your bedtime, little star.”

You put the last of your energy into squeezing him as tightly as you can before you finally let go, allowing him to re-situate you however he deems fit.

You know that there’s a heavy conversation to be had tomorrow, and you’re gonna have to find a way to hide or explain away the remnants of your obvious injury to little questioning minds on Monday. You’ll have to think of all the right things to say to anyone who may ask questions, and you’ll come up with something, you’re sure. One thing you can find comfort in though, is that you don’t have to worry about any of that with Sun and Moon.

They deserve a more detailed explanation of course and they’ll get it when you’re ready, but at least for tonight… the three of you can rest knowing that you’re safe and understood in each other's arms. None of you are strangers to this, and you both know that things will be okay again. One step back doesn’t erase any of the progress you made beforehand.

So for now, you breathe in deep and focus on the feeling of gentle, strong arms wrapped around you, keeping you safe from anything that may seek to harm you.

Even if that’s yourself.

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Worthy of the Welcome

Moon and Sun x GN reader (Angst, but there's also some fluff in here near the end)

Hey, there's going to be a lot of talk about abuse. I didn't get graphic with the description of wounds, and I left the abuser vague as well, but it's still a pretty heavy subject so this is the warning for that. Also, Moon is there for way more than Sun is but there might be a pt 2 if I can claw my way out of writer's block. Also, yes, I'm absolutely using fanfiction as therapy- who's gonna stop me?

Moon worked diligently to clean the wounds out of (Y/n)'s reach, silence falling over the dimly lit room. The animatronic's eyes had an eerie red glow, a feature he only used in the dark. He'd insisted on keeping this room almost entirely dark, the napping area soft and protected from any other prying eyes. It was Moon's way of being protective through the glaring frustration of the situation at hand.

"You really need to at least tell Sun." Moon grumbled a complaint and (sighed, the rubbing of their fresh bandages irritating the newly disinfected cuts and gashes beneath.

"You know Sun, he'll freak out and either really push to have something done about it or worry himself to death." (Y/n) cringed as Moon tightened the bandages. He was careful not to restrict their breathing, keeping it loose enough not to put pressure on their lungs, but definitely tying the fabric securely.

"Maybe you do need to do something about it." Moon argued, voice now at less of a hushed tone and more of his normal volume.

"You know I can't-" (Y/n) tried to give the usual excuse, but he just wasn't having it today.

"No. Enough of that bullshit." The shifting sound of metal sounded in the otherwise hollow room as Moon puffed up, body now rigid. The anger he'd been suppressing bubbled to the surface. "You're an adult now, you can legally just walk the fuck out! You don't have to go home- fuck! You don't even have to leave the Pizza Plex! We've got like three people already living here, it's hardly a secret." He ranted.

"Moon, I-" (Y/n) tried to argue again but, with another bout of justified rage, he continued to argue with them over it.

"The person that is supposed to have your back and care for you and always protect you if at all possible hurts you. Often." (Y/n) couldn't see it from the fact he was behind them, but his face softened from anger into pain. "And the last few times they hurt you somewhere you can't reach just so you'd have to ask for help… I really think it's time for you to go." He said, trying not to just plead for them to live here.

(Y/n) knew he was right. They'd known it was time to go sinse the abuse started and yet over the years they'd joined right in with the one who'd treated them so badly. They tricked themself into thinking the way they were told to. It conflicted them, stuck between one truth and another, both ones they believed in. 

Shoulders going slack, their eyes averted.

"I don't… I can't stay here." (Y/n)'s voice was hardly a whisper, maybe even lost if not for the emptiness of the large, matted room. "Everyone here has been very kind to me, and especially you and Sun, but, I… I already owe you so much more than I'll ever be able to give back." They hugged themself, resigned to the hand they were delt in life and feeling undeserving of anything more. 

"I'm not worth the effort as is, Moon." They left off on that sad note, more silence coming in to fill the space where there was once a voice.

Without any more words, Moon stood, circled to the front of them and crouched to look them in the eyes, the most serious expression he could muster on as he fought an urge to just yank them up into his arms, march 'home' with them and have Sun get their bags packed while he beat the shit out of their abuser.

"(Y/n)." He said their name, but they wouldn't meet his eyes. Was it guilt or shame or fear- they weren't sure. But it was tangible enough to make the air thick. They thought for a moment maybe he'd tightened the bandages just slightly too much, but quickly dismissed it. It would be hard for anyone to breathe when getting your soul stared at by one of the last people you'd ever want to see all the flaws and impurities that marked it's surface.

"Look at me. I need you to look at me and hear everything that I'm going to say because I am going to get this through to you. One way or another, however many times it takes." He was determined, stubbornly only staring harder as they got the courage to level their head and meet his gaze. He made sure it was locked before he let himself speak.

"The sheer fact you don't know how to be loved is enough to prove you're the one being wronged here. Don't think about whether you deserve the kindness, just know that you deserve the love that comes with it." He felt his face heat up. "Or, at least, the fact we do enjoy taking care of you. Its almost more for us sometimes." He wasn't exactly lying at his last comment, as the reason he'd been keeping their secret was so that he was sure they'd keep coming back for the help. He didn't like imagining them quitting their job and never being able to see them again.

(Y/n) got teary-eyed. No one deserved this, who were they kidding? They'd never done anything so horrible that it justified the pain they had to be in every day. They made up their mind to agree to stay. Just as they parted their lips to speak the lights flicked on.

"I'm back! Got out of parts and service early so I went and got (Y/n) some snacks! Could ya believe they can do a routine check in half an hou-" Sunny suddenly locked up as his eyes landed on the bandaged, heavily scarred form of his close human friend. He'd never seen them with their shirt off before, but disregarded the scars in favor of the many clearly new marks on their form.

"(Y/N)!!! Oh no! OH NO!! WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU!!!" He shrieked, dropping the Doritos and cookies as he darted for where they were sitting on the soft blue napping mat. 

Kneeling down, he cupped their face, looking them over for any more injuries with the frantic, overreacting, motherly fretting he was known for when a child was even minorly scraped or bruised from the equipment.

"Ah, yeah, my dumb ass dropped myself down the staircase on the way in today. Moony got me all patched up, though, so I should be alright." They lied on impulse. Moon put a hand on their shoulder, a stern look on his face. Their will to keep lying started to crumble. If they were going to live here, then Sun would need to know why. (Y/n) would need him to know why. To be rid of it all.

"I'm… sorry." They stopped Sun before he could come back with a short lecture on being careful, "That wasn't true. Force of habit." They rubbed their arm and he suddenly looked much more concerned than before.

"Have you done something wrong? I promise I'd never be mad over you getting hurt, even if it was your fault. I only want to help." He reached down to hold their hand, smiling warmly, as if to say they were welcome to ask for the help. It was the last straw, the thing that dislocated the last of the distrust they'd built towards any offer of safety over the years.

They choked before the truth got the chance to make an appearance, tears not picking up speed as much as just immediately starting to cascade like waterfalls down their face. 

Pushing their torso forward, it didn't matter that they felt like they looked weak or that they were starting to sob pretty loudly in what was made to be a tranquil and relaxing space. It didn't matter that there were dishes in the sink and dirty laundry in the hamper at 'home', or that they'd have to send someone to obtain the items that held sentimental value from their room at some point. It didn't matter that the person that had been hurting them was going to be looking for them when they realized (Y/n) wasn't coming back.

All that mattered was that there were four arms wound around them and a promise that none of those things would ever need to be a concern of theirs ever again.

"I'll tell him for you later, Nightlight." Moon offered, taking yet more of the pressure off.

"Yes, I'll wait for the story." Sun started to rub circles in their back. "Just cry as much as you need to, alright? The rest can wait."

(Y/n) held on tighter, smiling through the heavy feeling in their tired body and the crying they weren't even trying to stifle this time, with the relief that it was all ready to be put behind them, and they were ready to be put back together.