TFS Q&A Session 🐇 [Public]

Question: "AUTHOR! Gods you scared me with that latest reblog! (I know that sounds a bit too dramatic but on my defense i was zoning out and i thought that it was a picture and not a gif)"

Context: This comes from a Tumblr ask relating to a shadowy creature GIF I reblogged ages ago. When receiving this fun ask, I then answered back with an adorable bunny GIF to soothe the Anon's fears and with TFS RO hurt/comfort. Given today's holiday, I found the ask, edited/polished it, and wanted to share it here! (Mal isn't included because your Returning Visitor will have a chance for this type of comfort on their route during Book Two.)

Hope you all have a hoppy (happy) week ahead! 🐇💚

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This RO reaction is about them coming upon your Returning Visitor who's been rattled by something. This is deeper in romance.

You remain pressed against the couch's arm, your legs drawn up and a fluffy pillow nestled against your side to create what feels like a safe and defensible position. Shadows linger around the outskirts of this room, but turning on all the lamps has helped to beat them back, although you still notice where the warm, artificial glow falters against the darkness. The light is losing and will keep doing so until sunrise.

You try not to think back on what you just saw in your nightmare, which is hard to do when there isn't much to occupy your mind. The mug clutched in your hands has long since cooled with its contents likewise turning lukewarm, yet you still take a performative sip of [drink choice] to do something. It tastes all wrong, chalky and bitter as it slides down your throat with lacking flavor. It's almost metallic.

The call of your name causes you to glance up from the black screen of the television set.

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🧡 B. Warrick 🧡

Beckett

"...Are you okay?" Beckett wonders, before realizing that was probably a stupid question, since you're zoned out in the living room at 3:00 am in the morning. He walks walk farther into the space, offering you a slight smile that does nothing to mask the worry that's seeping into his expression. Beckett rests a tentative hand on the pillow by your side before slowly pulling it away once you seem okay with it, telegraphing his intent. He takes his place next to your side, intentionally settling close to help you feel better grounded. "Is there anything I can do?"

Becca

"...Are you okay?" Becca wonders, before realizing that was probably a stupid question, since you're zoned out in the living room at 3:00 am in the morning. She walks farther into the space, offering you a slight smile that does nothing to mask the worry that's seeping into her expression. Becca rests a tentative hand on the pillow by your side before slowly pulling it away once you seem okay with it, telegraphing her intent. She takes her place next to your side, intentionally settling close to help you feel better grounded. "Is there anything I can do?"

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💙 S. Dorran 💙

Silas

Silas already knew where you would go. His eyes cracked open when he felt your weight shift on the mattress and heard the little, choked gasp you made. Counting to 200 and giving you a moment to collect yourself was harder than he had anticipated. It felt like the bedroom was pressing in on him without you within it, but he's still learning how best to help and didn't want to make things worse by reacting too quickly. "I can make you a new cup," he offers, carefully extricating the mug from your hold and replacing it with his hand. "Or we can do whatever you want..." Distract, occupy, support; he will do anything and everything to make you feel better.

Sofia

Sofia already knew where you would go. Her eyes cracked open when she felt your weight shift on the mattress and heard the little, choked gasp you made. Counting to 200 and giving you a moment to collect yourself was harder than she had anticipated. It felt like the bedroom was pressing in on her without you within it, but she's still learning how best to help and didn't want to make things worse by reacting too quickly. "I can make you a new cup," she offers, carefully extricating the mug from your hold and replacing it with her hand. "Or we can do whatever you want..." Distract, occupy, support; she will do anything and everything to make you feel better.

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🖤R. Verner 🖤

Reese

Reese wastes no time with words, striding into the room to be by your side in seconds. He takes a seat on the couch, choosing to sit in a way that allows him to face you rather than the television set. "I missed you," he quietly admits, resting an upturned palm on your leg to give you the option to grasp his hand or not. Reese hopes you will. "I can't sleep without you, so would you like to do something else?"

He would do anything for you.

Ruby

Ruby wastes no time with words, striding into the room to be by your side in seconds. She takes a seat on the couch, choosing to sit in a way that allows her to face you rather than the television set. "I missed you," she quietly admits, resting an upturned palm on your leg to give you the option to grasp her hand or not. Ruby hopes you will. "I can't sleep without you, so would you like to do something else?"

She would do anything for you.

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💚 J. Corvin 💚

James

James was wide awake as soon as he noticed the other half of the bed was vacant, nearly tripping when tossing off the sheets to check elsewhere in the apartment. All of that flurry of frantic motion comes to an abrupt stop now when he sees you looking small against the couch, curled inwards and hunkered down in a way that bothers them. "Hey," James offers a soft greeting, slowly entering the room as if not wanting to intrude. He pauses in front of you before sitting on the coffee table to look you in the eye. "I'm here. We're together. It's okay." It's okay for now and he will do everything to keep it that way.

Jane

Jane was wide awake as soon as she noticed the other half of the bed was vacant, nearly tripping when tossing off the sheets to check elsewhere in the apartment. All of that flurry of frantic motion comes to an abrupt stop now when she sees you looking small against the couch, curled inwards and hunkered down in a way that bothers them. "Hey," Jane offers a soft greeting, slowly entering the room as if not wanting to intrude. She pauses in front of you before sitting on the coffee table to look you in the eye. "I'm here. We're together. It's okay." It's okay for now and she will do everything to keep it that way.

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💜 JR Route 💜

J grabs R by the arm before they trip over the area rug's tassels in their haste to get to you. "Careful."

R doesn't reply to their caution, grabbing J's hand and tugging them along and closer to the couch instead. There is no more time for hesitation. They're actually a little annoyed that J felt the need to gently rouse them awake rather than smack them or jar them awake so they could leave the bed and come find you more quickly. "Your absence was noted," they murmur, sitting down next to you and pulling J down too. "You could have woken me up..." R wants to be someone whom you feel safe turning to; they need to feel needed.

"I would have stayed awake with you," J adds, intentionally phrasing it as a suggestion rather than a reprimand or a critique. They offer their free hand to you, the one that isn't being tightly gripped by R as an outlet for stress about this situation. "We're here with you."