I Usually Don't Enjoy Pregnancy Fics, But Thus One...oh This One Was Perfect. You Captured Bruno's Character

I usually don't enjoy pregnancy fics, but thus one...oh this one was perfect. You captured Bruno's character so well, as well as the rest of the family's excitement and gentle help, advice and assurance. Also, WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN JULIETA I CAN'T JUST UNPREGNANT HER XDDDDDDD got me laughing so hard!

Can I request a bruno x pregnant reader headcanons ?

{A/N: ✨⌛️Absolutely, because I often think about how sweet and how good of a father this man would be and I am more than willing to write a bit of cute lil Bruno fluffs because I love my lil baby rat man<3 I know nobody asked, but i also added just a little touch of how I feel certain characters would react and help!💚⌛️✨

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{Warnings 🚨: none unless you count tooth rotting fluff.}

First of all I just want to preface this by saying the only person more excited, aside from you and Bruno, about there being a new set of little toes in the house is Alma. 

She probably NEVER thought the day would come that her little Brunito would produce new gift holders for la Familia. 

It probably fills Bruno with mixed emotions to know how excited his mother is, especially knowing her high standards for how she expects her family to run. 

He would NEVER tell Abuela to her face that he doesn’t want his child pressured and burdened by all this gift stuff, but he definitely tells you. He’s very open about it whenever you two are alone. 

He’ll lay his head in your lap, fingers absent mindedly tracing light spirals on your swollen abdomen as the occasional sigh passes his lips. 

You’d reach your hand down to his head, gently swirling one of his curls along your finger watching as he melts into your touch. You don’t have to even ask what’s wrong. 

He’d immediately spill whatever’s mentally siphoning his contentment. I’d imagine by this point he KNOWS he doesn’t get to just hide his emotions from you anymore.

Bruno: “What if the baby gets a gift like mine.” 

Y/N: “Then we’ll love them...and we’ll guide them...and we’ll help them grow.. Everything we’re suppose to as their parent. ” 

Bruno: “Well, yeah duh I know that Vida...but I-I dont know. I just don’t want my kid to have to grow up the way I did...I know mama. If our kid grows up with some cursed useless gift like me, I’m never gonna hear the end of it. I don’t want them to get outcasted for something they don’t have a choice on....” 

GOD THE TRAUMA THAT RESONATES AND LIVES RENT FREE IN THIS MANS MIND. 

It just burned you up, you hated to see the anguish he held. While the two of you always made such strong progress working through the pain and doubts he held onto throughout the years, you still wished you could do more. 

Y/N: “Mi Amor, our baby will always have a place in this family. Right here...with you and me...And if your mama doesn’t like whatever gift is bestowed upon our child when they come of age, she can take it up with me. I will FULLY advocate for our child, no one will make our baby feel like they do not belong in this family.”

His eyes are just hearts as he glances up at you.

It also heats his stomach to see the primal mama bear side of you. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. 

The man is CONSTANTLY asking his sisters for advice. 

As two woman who have given birth 3 times each, he takes their word as gospel. 

Bruno: “What did you always want more than anything when you were pregnant? I mean, you two have had kids before....I just want to make sure she’s comfortable without being a bigger pain than anything she’s going through.” 

Julieta: “Honestly, the only thing I wanted more than anything when I was pregnant was to not be pregnant anymore.”

BRUNO.EXE WOULD STOP WORKING.

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN JULIETA. I CAN’T JUST UNPREGNANT HER”

He’d press his lips together, brows pinching in confusion. He’d ask for something more manageable that he can help with. Back rubs, foot rubs, stuff like that. 

Both of his sisters would 100% give him a laundry list of helpful and NOT helpful things that he could possibly do to help ease you to your due date.

Pepa: “Don’t suffocate her! ¡Por el Amor de Dios!, I hated NOTHING more than when Felix followed me around like I was some fragile helpless thing! I just wanted him to shoo! When you’re that big and that uncomfortable having someone follow you around and worry about your every move day in and day out is NOT helpful.”  

He definitely takes this all to heart, making sure to keep a strong mental list of all the DO NOT’s. The last thing he wants is to make your pregnancy and his presence in it a nuisance.

He’ll happily climb the stairs of the tower as many times as you need throughout your pregnancy to bring you midnight snacks and treats. Anything you want, you’ve got. 

Antonio is EXCITED. 

He asks Bruno everyday when the baby will be here. 

Truly it’s a good test of patience for the man. Repetitive questions are a consistent part of a child’s learning, especially when testing the limits of their parents patience.  

Bruno: “Uh, aha well I don’t ACTUALLY know...we’ll yeah I COULD have a vision but your Tia told me I was to have absolutely no visions about the baby, so sorry kid. When the baby is born they’re born. I promise you’ll know about it, okay?”

 As you approach closer to your due date, the man is a wreck. He composes it fairly well but internally he’s screaming, throwing up, panicking. 

He’s definitely scared to be a dad. What if this kid doesn’t like him? What if he’s not good with kids? What if he’s not a good parent? What if he doesn’t love his kid...is that something that happens? Can he hate his kid? 

He would not bother you with these thoughts though, he’d confide them in someone else. Agustin or Felix. 

Bruno: “Anything I should be doing right now?....I’m just...I-....What if when this kid is born, I don’t like them and they don’t like me.....What if I’m bad at this whole being a dad thing. I think I want to throw up.” 

They give him the pep talk of a lifetime. From two amazing fathers, to one amazing father to be, they know exactly what he needs to hear. 

Agustin: “It’s scary at first, you have this little human looking up at you and they’re so helpless and defenseless, but the first time you lay your eyes on that baby nothing else in this world is gonna matters. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is them. And your wife of course.”  

Felix: “is’ true. The first time I ever held Delores I thought, there is nothing more gorgeous. She blew the breath right outta me. Bring yourself some tissues, your going to cry mi Hombrecito.”

The day you give birth he’s a wreck. Pacing back and forth outside of his door, fingers winding and twisting his ruana as he waits for the door to pop open.

If I’m being entirely honest, while you would have wanted him there, both Pepa and Julieta strongly advised against it. 

He’s definitely a little squeamish and I feel is the type of dad to pass out in the middle of delivery. 

While it breaks your heart to think you’d have to go through this alone without your husband, you know he’s leaving you in two very capable hands. 

When the door finally opens, Casita wastes no time bringing the man straight to the top of the tower. The tiles clatter and clink as they warp him to your side in what felt like no time at all. 

His heart thuds ferociously against his ear as the sight of you with a tightly wrapped baby pans into his vision. Those gorgeous green eyes of his widen and glisten as he watches the way the small baby lays so peacefully nuzzled against your chest. The bottom of his foot would rub against the top of his toe as he glances between both you and the baby, his ruana still tightly wound in his hands. 

Bruno: “Hi.”

He’d be so flustered and so overwhelmed he wouldn’t know what to say. 

Felix is 100% right. Tears are all over the mans face just LOOKING at the baby.

Casita would nudge Bruno's body forward until he’s next to the bedside. 

You’d give him a weak tired smile, gently holding the baby forward for him to take, his hands hesitative as they remain in their wound place. 

Y/N: “It’s okay mi Amor. You’ve waited 9 months for this moment, you’re ready. Come meet our baby.” 

His hands would out stretch and you’d lay the baby right against his chest, positioning Bruno’s arms to insure he holds and supports the baby properly. 

Overwhelmed is an understatement to say the least. 

His brain is in a whirl wind as he watches the baby whimper and worm in his arms, their little mouth popping open as they give a yawn. 

How could he think he’d ever hate this baby. 

Tears pour down his face, and you cant help the way your own tears dribble. You extend your hand out craddling his cheek as your thumbs brush the water from his face. 

Bruno: “I will never let anything in this world hurt you. I love you...Both of you” 

He’d glance down at you, just pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

He holds the baby for as long as he can until eventually he has to pass them back to you. His eyes don’t leave the two of you the minute the baby is out of his hands.

He was mush, putty in your hands. Both of you. 

Omg thank you so much! I love Noodle with all my heart! She's one of the coolest women I know <3

Hi! I'm not sure if I've sent a matchup request, but if yes, feel free to ignore this <3 Now, can I please request a matchup?

I'm panromantic (basically pan and asexual) and nonbinary, agender. My mbti is INFJ and I'm a cancer. I'm melancholic as well as phlegmatic. I love the chaoscore aesthetic, as well as punk and a bit of goth. So you'll either see me in torn clothes or dressed to the nines XD I'm also interested in witchcraft and paganism.

I am the therapist friend of the group as well as the comic friend. I am kind and caring to others and I'd do anything to help those I love. I am an ambivert, so I'm introverted as well as extroverted. I don't usually seek out company, but am not opposed to it. I can be both quiet and peaceful as well as chaotic and energic, it depends on who I'm with and the situation. Unfortunately, I suffer from depression and anxiety, I've been dealing with selfharm and I'm suicidal. This causes me to overthink a lot and be scared of trying out new things, because I get really stressed in new situations. The world around me often makes me depressed with all the nasty stuff that happens on the daily. But I'm getting better!

I like anything that has to do with art, I draw and paint, I love music (my most favourite gnénre is folkpunk, but I'll listen to anything and love anything with good lyrics), I was a theatre kid in middle school, I enjoy reading (mostly classics), I have a soft spot for everything dark and gloomy and what others would find ugly or disturbing. I write fanfiction on TUmblr and Wattpad, but I also write poetry.

I hope this is enough! Thanks a lot!!

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- Sometimes the therapist friend needs someone to talk to as well! Noodle's perfect for that. She's a great active listener and is always there to help you carry the weight of your problems. She walks with you, hand in hand, towards a path with better views

- She balances you out. When you're overthinking or panicking, she's there to keep you grounded. When you're low you can rely on her to get you on your feet.

- The way she looks after you isn't entirely selfless. You bring so much colour and brightness to her life with your art, your music, and just by being yourself. She doesn't want any of that to go away.

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Missing scalpels

Pairing: 'Hawkeye' Pierce x reader

Summary: You can't deny your attraction to Hawkeye. Things get steamy between you and him, but things don't work out. As Hawkeye tries to understand why, the rest of the camp is busy trying to catch a thief.

Warnings: self harm, depression, adult themes (but not explicitly nsfw)

A/N: Am I really adding another fandom to write for when I haven't written for some others in ages, if at all? You bet! I'm also in a very angsty mood, so have this...whatever this is.

You've always admired his hands. The ones he used to save lives, even though the purpose why was highly debatable. The same hands that were used to holding a martini glass, ever so gently, were now exploring wildly your body, like if he didn't map out every curve of it in time, he'd die.

Captain Pierce, more widely known as Hawkeye, was a notorious flirt. If you wouldn't know better, you'd even go as far as to call him frivolous. But you knew better. Or, at least you'd like to think you did. There was so much more to the surgeon than he let on and maybe that was why you were letting him mold you just the way he wanted, just the way he liked. Even though he probably saw what you were about to do just as some fun, to take his mind off the constant death lingering all around him.

A particularly sensual nip at your neck brought you out of your thoughts and you realized that at some point you had closed your eyes. Deciding to endulge your neediness, you opened them to take a peek at your temporary lover.

Normally you wouldn't be able to tear your gaze away from Hawkeye, especially when he looked so disheveled, but instead, your eyes were drawn to the lightbulb hanging over your heads. You felt Hawkeye sneak his hands under your shirt and a shiver ran through you. You could hear the surgeon chuckle, but you grew more and more restless by the second.

It took everything in you to take your hands away from his body, but you managed to grab his hands, that were getting closer and closer to your chest. "Wait..." you whispered. Hawkeye's movements stilled as he waited for you to continue. "Shouldn't we turn the light off?" you asked sheepishly. The surgeon chuckled again as his hands picked up from where he left off "Why? Don't tell me you're ashamed of yourself." he started placing kisses onto your neck again as he murmured "I would have to show you why you shouldn't be."

This time, it was your turn to chuckle. He didn't show it much, but Hawkeye could be sweet at times. "No..." you breathed out "But- but what if someone comes here?" you tried to mask your uneasiness, your hands still trying to slow his down. "That won't happen." Pierce reassured you "Everyone is trying to catch some sleep, before the next choppers arive."

This time, you grabbed his hands more firmly. With your head hanging low, you stepped away from him "I'm sorry, but I can't do this." Hawkeye looked confused. Why the sudden change of mind? "What- why? Is it because of the light? If it's that important to you, we can turn it off." he tried to reassure you again, but you only shook your head. The more you thought about it, the less appealing the whole ordeal was. You were sure that his skilled hands would feel what you were desperately trying to hide, even if he couldn't see it.

"I'm sorry. I really am. It's not your fault Pierce." you told him, before quickly slipping out the door, making a beeline to your tent, leaving Hawkeye alone and confused.

It's not like Hawkeye had never faced rejection before. But something about this case bugged him. He couldn't get you out of his head. You seemed into it, into him, at the start. Did the light bother you that much? But you said you weren't insecure about yourself. Maybe you just didn't want to admit it. But even though that seemed like the most logical answer, something still wasn't right.

"Hey, Hawkeye!" BJ snapped his fingers in front of his friend's face and watched with a smile as he returned to the present time. "Rise 'n shine, sweetheart!" BJ laughed. But seeing the lack of reponse from his tentmate made him frown "What's up with you? You've been like this since yesterday."

When Hawkeye still didn't answer, BJ began thinking. "Did something happen with (Y/N)?" he asked. Hawkeye had been preparing to take their colleague out the whole day, so maybe something went wrong? "Nothing." BJ quirked a brow "So it went well?" he pried further. "No, nothing happened." Hawkeye grumbled from his cot. BJ was surprised "They rejected you?"

"No, they seemed really into it at first, but...then they suddenly changed their mind." Hawkeye explained. BJ hummed "Well, happens sometimes." "I don't know. Something's not right." Before BJ could respond, the door to the tent opened, revealing a frowning Charles. "Ah, Charles! Seems you're in a great mood as always!" BJ exclaimed. "Just like anytime I see the two of you." the surgeon snapped back.

BJ sighed "Great. Now I have to share the same space with not one, but two grumpy idiots." Charles looked appalled "Well forgive me for my sour mood, but medical tools have been mysteriously dissapearing and nobody knows why and who did it! I think that that is a more valid reason to be 'grumpy' than mulling over a date gone wrong." Charles protested. The last statement grabbed Hawkeye's attention "How do you know about that?"

"Oh please, is there anyone who doesn't?" Charles rolled his eyes "Everyone knows that you two were up to no good yesterday and when today morning during breakfast they showed up looking like a kicked puppy, even a blind man would see something went wrong." When Charles saw the surprised look Pierce gave him, he couldn't help but sigh in annoyance "Don't give me that look. Everybody's noticed how they eye you up anytime you're not looking."

Hawkeye's gaze turned to BJ, who uncertainly nodded. Hawkeye frowned "Then why did they change their mind..." he muttered, mostly for himself. But not quiet enough, as Winchester piped up "(Y/N) rejected you? A wise decision. In my opinion. If I was in love with someone, I wouldn't want to start something when I'm not even sure if the other one takes it seriously."

Was that really the case? Were you in love with him? He can't deny he'd be flattered, but...what would he do? Somehow, he couldn't bring himself to break your heart. But did he feel the same towards you?

"So, how long has equipment been dissapearing?" BJ asked when Hawkeye got lost in dreamland again. He'd help him if he asked, but right now, it seemed he needed to sort something out within himself. "Four months." Winchester nodded "One scalpel each month. It's possible that tools might get lost or accidentally thrown out, but four times? Month after month? Even colonel Potter thinks it's suspicious." Charles continued and BJ nodded. It was definitelly weird.

"I need to go." Hawkeye shot up from his bed and out the Swamp before any of the two men could say a word. What was he going to tell you? He had to admit that he didn't think what would happen after he'd sleep with you. He never did. Because it just wasn't needed. He'd get his fun and made sure the other one had fun too and that was it. So why was it that the thought of you seeing him in a bad light made his stomach squeeze? Maybe he knew but wasn't ready to admit it. Not yet.

The fact that you couldn't be found didn't help either. He checked everywhere. Post-op, mess hall, your tent, hell, even the showers! But it was as if you'd vanished into thin air. Hawkeye decided to take a walk around, to clear his thoughts, before doing anything else. You had to be somewhere. And even if he was sure you were avoiding him, he knew you couldn't keep it up forever.

As the surgeon neared the minefield, he saw a figure sitting on the ground. They were sitting at the edge of the field, so Hawkeye crept closer, as to not scare them, which could result in a very nasty accident. As he got closer, he recognized your hair. How couldn't he? He kept imagining how it would feel between his fingers.

"Hey, (Y/N)..." Hawkeye called out softly. You stiffened visibly and Pierce frowned. You were hiding something. "Go away..." you said softly, but he was already on his way to you. With quick strides, Hawkeye was soon in front of you and the sight before him shocked him. There you were, sat on the dusty ground, one arm resting on your leg, the wrist bloodied, while the other clutched a scalpel.

"What have you done..." Hawkeye whispered. Tears rolled down your cheeks. It was pointless to try and hide now. "Put it down." Hawkeye pleaded, but you only clutched your weapon tighter "(Y/N), sweetheart, please put it down. We need to get those wounds cleaned." For a second, you held onto the tool, before letting it clamper to the ground. Next thing, Hawkeye was crouched next to you, doctor mode on as he kicked the offending weapon far away from your reach and pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket.

"(Y/N) this will need stitches." Hawkeye said and looked at you with sadness in his eyes. You shook your head. "Don't be stubborn, this could get infected!" he growled, trying not to lose his temper. "I know how to take care of myself Hawkeye! I've done this a dozen times already!" Horror took over the man's face "What did you say?" You were so screwed.

"Where?" Hawkeye asked grimly. You shook your head. "Where. (Y/N)." he commanded. "Arms, legs, stomach..." you mumbled. Hawkeye could swear he was going to start crying soon."Wait here." he instructed and jogged off. As if you were planning on leaving.

In five minutes, Hawkeye was back with a first aid kit and started tending to your arm. "So the thief was you. Sneaky you." he joked, but his voice was choked up. You couldn't smile in this situation, but luckilly, he understood. When he was done, Hawkeye raised his eyes to your tear stained face "Can I see them?" Your eyes widened. "Just to make sure they're not infected. You slowly nodded and stood up.

You started by taking off your shirt, followed by your pants. Your body held numerous scars, some of them already white and nearly invisible, but most red and raised. Pierce thought he was going to vomit. There were so many. He wasn't disgusted. He had seen more gore in the last few years than most people in their entire life, but this was something completely different. Seeing someone he held dear mutilating themself this way...the sight was horrible.

"Please don't tell anyone Hawkeye." you pleaded as a fresh wave of tears made their way out of your eyes. Hawkeye wished he could argue with you, but he knew that if he told somebody, you would be immediately sent somewhere as bad as the war. So he nodded "But I'll be keeping an eye on those." he gestured to your wrist "And also that you don't steal any more scalpels, ok?" he smiled and it warmed your soul.

Two birds on a wire

Pairing: Tokoyami Fumikage x reader

Summary: You've been struggling for a long time. And every time the nasty thoughts return, it's as bad as before, if not worse. Luckilly, Tokoyami is your grounding rock, but...How long would he continue to be there?

Warnings: depression, suicidal thoughts, abadonment issues, intrusive thoughts (I think, let me know if there's anything else)

A/N: This is based on the song "Two birds" by Regina Spektor. I've tried like 4 times to write this and every time it has left me emotionally drained, but it still wasn't what I wanted. So here I go again. Hopefully for the last time...

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar

You couldn't imagine that this would be the rest of your life. You suspected you were depressed since you were, how old, twelve? The unbearable waves of sadness that left you on the floor like a miserable heap of meat were a good enough piece of evidence. But you had to wait nearly four years for your parents to admit that there was something wrong. Four miserable years before you got a diagnose.

It wasn't anything spectacular, you told yourself. Just depression and anxiety. You were sure that more than half of the population had experienced it at this point. You thought that after convincing your parents to let you get treatement everything would get better. That you would get rid of the monster that loomed over your head, tantalizing you and striking when you least expected it.

But it had only gotten worse.

I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand

You felt like you couldn't complain too much tho. Sure, your parents showed clear signs of emotional neglect towards you, but hey, it could've been worse right? They weren't perfect, but they tried. And they loved you. Maybe not in a way you might have needed, but it was something.

Your friends were caring too. They asked you how you were and always let you know that they're there for you. Even those who didn't talk to you that much. And in return, they showed you their trust by confiding in you.

So why did you still want to leave them all so badly?

Two birds on a wire One says c'mon And the other says I'm tired

When it came to you and Tokoyami, you didn't know who approached who first. Maybe it was Dark shadow that brought you together for all you knew. But you were grateful for him. You felt like you could truly be yourself around him. Your relationship was that of a kind, where you didn't need to hide anything from each other or be scared of what the other might think. He was the kind of guy who appreciated everything strange and well, you had many of strange traits and thoughts to supply him with.

Whatever strange idea for a date you had, he went along with it. You wanted to dance in the rain? Count him in. You wanted to go yell at the full moon? Sure. Go to the deepest, darkest part of the forest to look for faeries? Sign him up. He loved your dreamy nature, the way you were so aligned with nature and so in awe of the same things that he was.

The sky is overcast And I'm sorry One more or one less Nobody's worried

Of course, you both had your fair share of pain to shoulder. But together, your burdens felt just a tad lighter. His pro hero work left him scarred, because not every time he could save everyone and he always beat himself up over every lost innocent person. You suspected every hero did that. But still, he only became better and better with time. He worked on himself every day, trying to be better than the day before and you admired him for that.

But you? Well, you were kind of lost. Sometimes life was good and sometimes it was shit. But Tokoyami always stayed with you, devoted as much time to you as he could. His patience was something you admired as well. And yet, you felt stuck. You didn't feel like you were moving anywhere. Sure, you were doing what you loved for a living, but you weren't...growing. Truth to be told, you still felt trapped by your emotions as if you were still twelve.

And now, when you were an adult, you still didn't have anything figured out. And you couldn't figure anything out. Because you didn't have the time to focus on yourself, to truly think about your life. For a while you convinced yourself that it was good that you didn't have any time to think, because whenever you did, it always ended up bad for you.

I'll believe it all There's nothing I won't understand I'll believe it all I won't let go of your hand

You tried your damn best to stay functioning. But whenever there wan't anything to do, you could feel the heavy thoughts and feelings creeping up on you and suddenly you felt as if you were walking on thin ice. One bad move and the ground beneath you would collapse and you'd be thrown into the cold water with no bottom.

You felt helpless. First it affected your sleep schedule. You lay beside unaware Tokoyami, who was out cold basically as soon as his head hit the pillow, while you contemplated your importance in this world. It baffled you, really. After all the years you've dealt with depression you would think that it wouldn't phase you so much and yet anytime you would have an episode, it seemed worse than the one before.

It wasn't long before Tokoyami started noticing the dark bags under your eyes. He knew of your struggles, nearly as much as you yourself. So there was no point in hiding it from him. You told him you're very probably entering another episode and he was understanding as always. Oh how you admired him. After all the times you've fallen down, he pulled you back up. Tokoyami assured you that you could talk to him whenever you wanted to, that he was there for you.

My light, he called you. You weren't so sure about that. More like his burden. Did you really deserve such an amazing guy like Tokoyami? The always composed and serious, but caring and understanding guy that never treated a soul wrong? You were seriously starting to doubt it.

Two birds of a feather Say that they're always gonna stay together But one's never going to let go of that wire He says that he will But he's just a liar

"Can I talk to you?" you asked your boyfriend. Ashamed. That's how you felt and you knew he saw it on your face as well. Still, he faced you with a smile and you felt a sudden wave of irritation course through you.

"Of course my light." Tokoyami said, patting the spot beside him on the couch. You slowly walked over, still trying to figure out why did you feel so annoyed all of a sudden. Sensing your hesitation, Tokoyami started "Is it bad?" You could only nod. He sighed "I've noticed it. You can always talk to me about these things, but you know that, don't you?" You nodded again and finally spoke up "I know. And I appreciate everything you do for me, it's just..." Tokoyami perked up at that, his attention on you and you only. "I guess I feel guilty. You do so much for me Fumi. And I feel like I'm...not doing...anything, really. I try to be there for you as much as I can, but no matter what I do, it doesn't outweigh the times you had to be there for me. It feels like I need someone's help constantly, like a small kid. It just feels so wrong that I can't take care of myself." you stopped. Tokoyami frowned "Darling...Just because I don't need as much help as you do does not make you any less of a good partner to me." he said, trying to reassure you.

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other Watches him close from that wire He says he wants to as well But he is a liar

"I know! I know all that! But I don't feel like that! I'm so scared Fumi..." you mewled. He looked at you with worry, his eyes holding a question he didn't even need to ask you, before your mouth opened again "You are so incredible, you do so much for so many and I...I feel like a leech. I feel so selfish and helpless. And the worst part is I don't know what to do about it! And I'm terrified that one day you and everyone around me will one day realize just how much I hold you back and you all will just...leave."

Tokoyami frowned, deep in thought. He understood your fear, it wasn't irrational at all. And that was scary. Because he didn't know how to comfort you. "That won't happen (Y/N). Even if everyone else left, I would stay by your side. Because you know what? This all will pass and you'll be fine again." he raised his hand to shush you when he saw you wanted to protest "Because any time I see your beautiful smile, plus if it's directed at me, I...I realize it's worth it. Every second I spend worrying about you is worth it. Just keep smiling at me, for me, hell keep smiling for no reason at nothing in particular and it'll be worth it the same amount. Because I love you my light."

Two birds on a wire One tries to fly away And the other...

Such a confession was rare for this broody man, but you appreciated it. Even if you couldn't show it right now. Even if you weren't entirely convinced and probably would never be. But he was here right now, you realized as he lovingly pressed his forehead to the side of your head. And so you decided to enjoy it while it lasted.