Comfort - Blog Posts
I'm not sure if this will come out right but:
Being loved is NOT a reward for being beneficial or useful in any way. You don't become less deserving of being loved if you aren't productive for a day or if you have a bad day and can't get out of bed.
I promise. Being loved has nothing to do with how you "help" the world or those around you.
Remember that you must allow people to love you, to be kind to you, to help you. Not everyone is going to be toxic for you, some people just genuinely want to be a part of your life, but you to feel all this love coming your way, you have to believe you deserve it. Let people love you. Let them look out for you, care for you, don't push them away. Let them stay.
it's about the small acts of intimacy... forehead kisses, putting jewelry on you, rubbing your hand with their thumb, putting a jacket on you, touching your necklace, running your hands through their hair, wiping away their tears, peeling them an orange, un/zipping their dress, tying their shoelaces, holding hands, removing an eyelash from their cheek, washing their hair, putting an anklet on them, tucking their hair behind their ear, sorting out their collar, untangling their necklaces, drinking out of a cup in their hands
Me x Whitty Traditional Artwork
I like you :) Have some of my comfort drawings I made a few months ago of me x Whitty!
Okay back from a month ago, I felt like practicing more on ‘realistic’ proportions and I still love it so much! I was also really proud how my self insert actually looked like me
I felt so encouraged to post these here especially since Whitty is my crush/comfort character now. I JUST WANNA HOLD HIS HAND AND BE IN A FLOWER PLAINS WITH HIMM
the comfort that comes with binge watching an old minecraft series from 8 years ago while you are stressed and anxious is a sort of serene i wish to always embody.
Whump Prompt #571
The whumpee gets laid up for a while. It takes them forever to become coherent enough to leave the hospital, and even then they have a long recovery ahead of them.
During this time, perhaps it began when the whumpee is still delirious on painkillers, a character starts watching a TV show in their room while they keep vigil.
Perhaps this character is their best friend, maybe it’s someone they don’t necessarily get on well with. Maybe is the oldest or the youngest, but either way they begin to bond over the show. Perhaps it’s the thing that brings the whumpee back to reality, as through a haze of painkillers they mutter and offhand comment about the plot or characters:
“Who does he think he is.” A mumbles beneath an oxygen mask, “cheating bastard…”
The two characters continue to watch this show, and others if they finish it quickly. They bond over it so much, other characters have entered the room to A (smothered by blankets because B is convinced A still needs coddling) leaning against B as they argue/cry/laugh over the antics on screen.
Me and @ridokichan -s headcanon about "isolation-induced hallucinations" with Stan twins.
First experience with the portal was definitely..... Insufferable. For both of them.
At least someone's looking out after them.
“I've been watching you for some time. Can't stop staring at those oceans eyes. Your ocean eyes.” Ocean Eyes - Billie Eilish
Missing Ashton’s Superbloom era that was my comfort era of his
Just Autistic Things...
Being excited about beige food and sitting alone in your room while watching your special interest on youtube for the 50th time this month...ngl I’m excited as heck for it!
Hey Butterfly! Can I request a prohero deku and prohero shoto on patrol together and they come across an afraid child reader. Hurt/Comfort trope. Everything else is totally up to you, full creative freedom ♡
My heroes!!
Prohero!Deku + Prohero!Shoto x Child!Reader [PLATONIC]
Summary: Pro heroes, Deku and Todoroki patrolled the streets and came across an afraid child.
★☽A/N: Thank you so much for requesting! And you can just call me Haruka, Butterfly is just a part of my username, lolol ENJOY!!
Contents: ANGST - COMFORT - Harassment - Mentions of potential SA - Kidnapping - HURT
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“Thank you so much for accepting my offer, Todoroki!” Midoriya smiled, walking side by side with Todoroki as they patrolled the streets together. “My area’s usually peaceful so I decided to accept your offer to help patrol here. I know how busy you are these days, being number 1 and all.” Todoroki said, “I can’t believe All Might had to deal with all of this!! No wonder Mr. Aizawa didn’t like being seen on TV or anything..” Midoriya groaned.
Todoroki and Midoriya continued to chat along the whole patrol, stopping a few villains here and there. They decided to stop at a food booth to buy something to eat since they would be doing this overnight. After buying some takoyaki, they continued the patrol like before.
They were having a moment of peace until they heard screams of a little kid from an alley that was not visible to anyone from afar. They looked at each other and nodded to each other, walking slowly in a fighting stance into the alley. The sight they saw was horrible. It was a kid struggling to let go from a man’s grip, their clothes looked like they were ripped by someone. “C’mon you little brat! I’ll make you obey me by the time we reach my apartment.” The man scolded, pulling them harder into the alley. “No!! Let go! Hiroshi will come and kick your butt!!” The kid yelled, resisting the man’s grip.
“Who’s that? Your caretaker? You’re nothing but an orphan but I can make you a fucking star!” He smirked, pulling them harder. Midoriya couldn’t stand it anymore, he charged quickly towards the man and pushed him down, making the man let go of the poor kid. “What?! H-Hey man- I was just teaching my kid a lesson, nothing else!” The man pleaded but Midoriya knew what the disgusting pedophile was talking about when he mentioned “Star.” Todoroki stepped forward and took the man from Deku’s grip and used his quirk to cage the pedophile in his ice. “You won’t be getting out of this.” Todoroki said, giving off a very dark glare at the man which gave him shivers of fear. The man pathetically nodded like a coward and Shoto and Deku took their attention from the man to the kid.
Midoriya crouched to the kid’s height. The kid was crying and was shivering. “Hey, hey.. It’s alright, you’re safe.” Midoriya said, not touching the kid out of worry the kid didn’t want to be touched at the moment. The kid stayed silent, continuing to sob which made Midoriya and Todoroki feel pity for the poor kid. “Can I ask for your name?” Deku asked with a gentle voice, “...Y/N..” The child muttered softly, “Alright Y/N, do you know where you live?” The pro hero asked. Y/N shakes their head in response. “Alright, we should get you into something warmer, it’s cold today.” He stood up and looked at the kid with a smile.
Midoriya talked to Todoroki for a while and decided to bring the kid back to Todoroki’s agency and let the kid use some of the spare clothes that were donated by some sidekicks that didn’t need them anymore. After putting the kid into much warmer clothes, they tried their best to contact the child’s caretaker, Hiroshi. They managed to find the caretaker and talked to him to make sure it was the Hiroshi that Y/N talked about. After some time, they confirmed it was Hiroshi and let the caretaker go and see Y/N to better confirm it. The child was overjoyed to see their caretaker and ran up and hugged him tightly. The caretaker stood up, carrying the child in a bear hug. “Thank you.” Hiroshi thanked, the heroes said it was nothing and said their goodbyes.
Let’s just say, Y/N became a huge fan of Pro Hero Deku and Pro Hero Shoto.
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Shut up, just shut up.
Burnin’ x Detective!Female!Reader
Summary: Burnin’ had enough of Y/N’s rants and theories and decided to shut her up… Big mistake.
★☽A/N: I used someone’s list of prompts- Here’s the link: https://mhasstuff.tumblr.com/post/627466964077527040/prompt-list
Make sure to give some love to this person! I asked my friends to pick a prompt, along with character and type of reader.
Disclaimer: Y/N’s quirk: Super Deduction. Her quirk is pretty much Ranpo’s ability in Bungo Stray Dogs, I recommend reading his ability before reading!! The quirk allows her to solve any case easily, but evidence is needed because without them, how could she solve it? The quirk’s results would take a long time, depending on the case. Let’s say a murder case, with the right enough of evidence, the quirk can solve it in 10 minutes, if not the right amount then it would take longer. Hero name: The detective hero: Holmes (After Enola Holmes!).
Extra: Burnin’ real name is Moe Kamiji if some of you haven’t known it yet!
Contents: Angst
[SEASON 5 SPOILERS]
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You and Burnin’ are from two different agencies, while you work as a detective and she worked for Endeavour. How did both of you meet? It was when she was assigned to a mission and you were one of the detectives who were on the case, you both focused and teamed up and eventually solved the case. Burnin’ is grateful that she was assigned to the mission, or she wouldn’t have met you!
You’re quite a quiet, serious, and cocky person during your cases, but you love chatting away to your awesome girlfriend about your theories and your favourite cases, along with your current cases. Also ranting about them.
She found it endearing and interesting and was very invested in your cases. Though, she can find it annoying whenever she has a bad day. What if she took it too far and she made a huge mistake?
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[Reader’s POV]
It was one of those days where I had so many cases. Not that I’m complaining!- But- It’s rather tiring but I endured it for years now, I didn’t study in one of the best detective academies for nothing! And even studied at U.A’s management course for 2nd year! I’m definitely not stopping right now!
I woke up bright and early and changed into my detective suit.
Think of a black academia style with a dark brown coat with a mixed of shaded browns suit and you’ll know what it looks like.
I left my room and grabbed my bag containing all of my belongings, my car keys, and my apartment's keys. After leaving my apartment, I locked the door and put my keys in my bag before heading out again.
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When I got there, I dropped my bag in the car and took my phone and car keys with me. I put my phone in my pocket and my car keys in my pouch before zipping it back up as I headed to the scene, where I noticed some pro heroes and some other detectives on the scene.
“Have you found the body?” I asked as I approached one of the detectives. He gave me a bewildered expression as he inspected my appearance "You're the top detective? The best? Really?" "Are you questioning my abilities just because of my gender?" I directly questioned him, which startled him. "U-Uhhh, of course not! It's just that-" He looked at the other detectives who were male "-You're a girl and most of the investigators are male, makes me unsure of your capabilities," he said.
I nodded, as if agreeing to his statement. “Alright then, we’ll see,” I remarked with a smirk.
Two hours later, I solved it with ease. It was much easier and fun than the last case!
“B-But how?!” The man asked with utter disbelief. “It took me months on this case a-and you just solved it in just 2 hours! You were just assigned to this case?!” He said it with a few stutters, still in a state of denial.
“Let’s say.. I have my ways and abilities, sir.” I wasn’t exactly lying, I mean- My quirk is like a detective’s dream quirk and I was given this gift.
The case was rather simple, and in about two hours, my quirk was able to solve it using the current evidence. It appears that the victim's boyfriend was the culprit, he shot her dead while aiming a direct bullseye towards her heart. Why? Thanks to my clever tricks and light manipulation, the killer ended up confessing that he killed the woman just because she had cheated on him. I mean- can’t you believe that? Just killed her just because she cheated?
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“Bye L/N! Don’t forget to write your report!” A friend detective reminded me while saying goodbye as I got into my car. “Don’t forget to write yours, F/N,” I chuckled softly before driving off.
Just arriving at my girlfriend’s apartment, I parked right in front of her complex building and went up to her home as usual.
“Oh Moe~ I’m home!!” I called out for my girlfriend but there was no response. I called again but had no response again.
Is she still at Endeavour’s agency? She must be, or she would’ve marched right up with me with open arms.
I sighed from utter boredom, I went to my room and dropped them off before lazing on the couch like the couch potato I am. I grabbed the remote to turn on the TV and went ahead to do whatever I wanted on my phone (Pretty much the TV’s purpose was to make the apartment less quiet and less lonely).
Suddenly I heard the door creaking open, I immediately straight sat up to see my beloved girlfriend who just finished work. “Moe!! Welcome back!” I welcomed her with a kind tone, she smiled at me tiredly before yawning loudly with her arms sketched up. I chuckled and walked over to her and hugged her tight which she snuggled into.
I took her hand and dragged her to our room where I had her sit on our bed and I went over and bounced onto the bed and crossed my legs and I looked at her with gleaming eyes, prepared to start my rant.
“N/N… Not now, please,” Burnin’ or should I say Moe, begged with a soft and tired voice but I didn’t bother to listen to her.
“So today I have been working a lot of cases but there was this one I really liked! It was about this one wife, I think her name was Belle or something- She had around 10 husbands! Can you believe that? 10 Husbands!! And she killed them all, my agency managed to catch her latest kill on a guy named Haruki, luckily she’s in jail now. Oh and just today, one of the detectives doubted my abilities, can you believe him??? Such a dick!”
I went on and on and on, I didn’t even notice the tired look on my girlfriend’s face. She was probably having a headache from how loud and fast my voice talked. “Oi Dummy, haha- Please stop, my head is killing me,” she tried asking me to stop but I wasn’t stopping any time soon. “Darling, please stop talking…”
“Shut up, just shut up…” She mumbled but I didn’t listen from the voice of my rants. “Shut up! SHUT UP Y/N!!” She yelled loudly at me with such a harsh voice, I stopped and looked at her with shock in my eyes. “W-Wait- No- Shit– Y/N, love I didn’t mean to yell at you-” She kept on apologising but.. I couldn’t hear her because the sound of ringing in my ears blocked her voice.
I didn’t even realise that I started to tear up, Moe took notice of that and hugged me. I hugged her back so tight with broken sobs. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you,” Moe softly comforted me as I continued to break into sobs. I managed to mutter the words “I’m sorry” and “I should’ve listened to you,” thankfully she got the message and she rest assured me that it was ok.
I finally got my sobs and tears to stop, I looked up at my girlfriend with puffy eyes. She chuckled and wiped off the leftover tears with her thumb, “darling, please understand that I can’t always hear your rants, especially whenever I get really tired from work,” she softly explained to me while I listened and obeyed. “Thank you Y/N,” she softly smiled at me and held me close to her chest and let us fall to the bed with the bed blankets covering our bodies. Keeping each other warm by our body heat and the blanket.
“Good night, Y/N.”
“Good night, Moe.”
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You’re safe, little one.
Eri x GN!Reader [Platonic]
Summary: Whenever Mr. Aizawa, Mirio, and Deku are all busy, Eri is left alone with her nightmares and she’s forever grateful that Mx. Y/N is there to help her with her terrors.
★☽A/N: This idea just popped up in my head, so I’m sorry if it’s crappy.
Contents: Fluff, a bit of angst.
Disclaimer - You will be referred to as Mx/teacher [Name]. Age: 20-28
Your quirk is called “Calm” which allows you to calm others (like calm someone down when their angry, sad, way too excited) and it’s useful to use for your defense, you can calm down villains (who are pumped with excitement and vengeance) and with them without their adrenaline, you are able to knock them down! It only works whenever you make eye contact or physical contact. Overuse of quirk would lead to mood swings and possibly outbursts! Your hero name: The calming hero: Starling.
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Eri was such a sweet girl. You were one of the lucky people in UA to meet her while she was accompanying Aizawa, and she took a liking to you immediately because of your calm appearance and how you were gentle with her when you first met.
You’re probably the very few people that she feels comfortable with. She would come to you whenever she accidently activated her quirk a bit, worried and scared to hurt someone with it. With your quirk, she was able to calm down and stop her quirk usage.
She often visits you at night, crying about her nightmares. Since you are staying at the teachers’ dorm most nights (NO RENT!! WOOO!!) and she was staying there as well, it was easier for her to seek help.
One of these nights was the worst.
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“Y-Y/N…?” Eri softly whispered, worried if you were already sleeping and that she was bothering you. She walked in your room slowly, the floorboards creaking each step as she walked up to your bed. Grumbles and mumbles came from your mouth before opening your eyes and turning your head to the side.
“Mmm… Eri..? Why are you awake right now?” You asked with a soft, hoarse voice. Eri mumbled something and you could only make out the word “nightmare” and “can’t sleep.”
You turned your body with your back on the bed before sitting up right and turning your tired body towards Eri’s direction. “C’mere..” You softly gestured, she gladly obligated and took a few steps towards your bed before sitting herself on the bed with a bounce.
Eri turned her body towards you and crossed her legs, her hands shivering with fear. You turned your body around, crossing your legs as well and scooted a bit closer towards her. “Can you tell me what happened in that nightmare of yours?” you asked with a soft hushed voice which put Eri at ease a bit.
“I-I saw M-Mr. Deku on the ground..bleeding a l-lot- and Mr. Lemillion- He- He was stabbed by- some spike.. A-And M-Mr. Aizawa! He- He was so pale-'' Eri stopped as sobs started to form, you grabbed her and put her on your lap, hugging her softly. “I’m right here dear, it’s ok..let it out,” you rest assured her, she started pouring her tears and sobbed on your shoulder, harder than usual. “M-Mr. Aizawa- Mr. Deku- Mr. Lemillion, they looked so pale, it was so gory...and I hated it! W-What if I did that? W-Would it be my fault…?” She hiccuped. She never wanted to hurt them! They saved her and she was forever grateful for that, what if she listened to Overhaul? Maybe he won’t go and break out and kill them? (She doesn’t know that Overhaul can’t use his quirk again)
“It is never your fault, they never died. Mr. Aizawa is probably sleeping in his yellow caterpillar sleeping bag or on patrol, Mr. Deku and Mr. Lemillion are probably training or sleeping, they are just fine Eri,” you rest assured so softly and calmly, using your quirk to calm her down. “Overhaul will never hurt you, Mr. Deku, Mr. Lemillion, Mr. Aizawa, ever again,” you finished as you heard her soft snores of slumber. You grabbed her with a light grip and placed her softly beside you, tucking her in your bed’s blanket before snuggling up beside her.
“I will always protect you…All of us will..” you said calmingly as you brushed her hair softly before closing your eyes and finally falling asleep.
Eri and the hero Starling slept through the night with each other’s company, Eri’s forever grateful to Starling for helping her through her nightmares when no one could.
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~ Aizawa was so worried when he didn’t find Eri in her bed, he looked everywhere! And ended up finding her snuggled up, with her head on your chest.
~ Aizawa for once smiles, he got a soft spot for Eri and his students.
~ By the time you both wake up, Aizawa would thank you for taking care of Eri when he was away. With you nodding in “your welcome”, and he smiled slightly.
~ Deku would be so happy to see Eri in a very good mood during the morning. When he asked what made her so happy, she said you helped her with her nightmares and he would just smile and hug her softly, which she returned the gesture as well! (I think he would have a few tears of joy in his eyes, he’s a soft boy when he’s not fighting :D)
~ Just as Deku, Mirio would be so happy to see Eri in a very good mood during the morning and he decided to create a little playdate with him, you, Deku, and Eri! It was just a small hangout at the mall, but Eri enjoyed it so much!
~ Mirio knows you very well, he would call you to calm down Tamaki whenever he has his panic attacks. He would instantly know that you helped Eri with her nightmares. During the hangout, he whispered to your ear while Eri and Deku were talking happily, “thank you L/N Sensei, for helping Eri and Tamaki.” Which made your heart ache with such joy that someone admired your kind heart. <33
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★☽A/N: I absolutely love Eri, she’s so sweet! I would protect her with all I got if I was in the anime (even if I won’t get a quirk!). I really hope you guys loved it!! <33
Midcentury Living Room Seattle
Huge mid-century modern open concept dark wood floor living room photo with a bar, white walls, a wall-mounted tv, a standard fireplace and a brick fireplace
all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.
Whump Prompt #1304
@broken-lycan asked:
Hi I wanted to ask if you have prompts for emotional whump with two characters who saved each other's lives and are close friends? Perhaps with some injury caretaking like changing bandages or something like that? I really want to write something for two specific characters but am lacking ideas (even with whumptober coming up believe it or not) xD
Thanks in advance and I hope you have a good day! Your blog is such a good inspiration :D
Thank you for the kind words! So sorry this was pushed back due to my WT schedule, I hope you have a fun time!
I can give it a go:
"Why do you always do this?" / "Because you're always getting into trouble." - This could be seen in two ways: this could be the caretaker questioning why the whumpee gets into trouble, or the whumpee asking the caretaker why they always patch them up.
"I owe you one." / "You could start by not being so stupid."
"Is this the shirt I got you for your birthday?" / "Yeah... to be fair, I wasn't expecting [this injury] to happen."
"I can't believe you took that hit for me." / "It was your round the next time we're at the bar. Can't pass up that opportunity..."
"Does it hurt?" / "Not as much as my ego." / "[B], Be serious..." / "Of course it hurts, but it's easier to get it over with. I knew what I signed up for."
"I'll keep watch - don't argue - you're just gonna be stuck with me for a while." / "Wouldn't have it any other way."
"Would you sit still?" / "You sound like my mother." / "Hey, show [B's mothers name] some respect!" / "It disturbs me how close the two of you are." / "You don't call her enough. I'll be over for Christmas dinner."
"I should become a nurse with how much I have to do this. I get plenty of practice with you." / "Admit it, you'd miss patching me up." / "Let me get back to you on that one."
It was an exhausting, rainy day. Caretaker shook their soaked coat off their shoulders before eagerly drawing a hot bath. They passed by whumpee’s door and stopped, hearing quiet sobbing coming from the other end. Their heart sank as they quickly knocked.
“Whumpee? Are you alright?” They asked.
The crying silenced, but so did the voice. Caretaker didn’t wait and pushed open their door-
There they sat on the floor at the end of their bed. Tears drained from their eyes, they gave them a silent-wounded look, seeing them seemed to only overwhelm them more as they curled their arms around themselves and sniffed.
“Sweetheart… What’s wrong?” Caretaker asked, sinking on their knees next to them.
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“…I feel so small”
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A hand at the nape of whumpees neck, fingers tangled in hair as caretaker gently lowers their head onto a pillow.
The Nice Guys 2016 Oneshot Fic.
It's not amazing. But it's good in my opinion🧍👍
I hope everyone has a nice day today.
If you are celebrating with family, or having this time for yourself. Or not celebrating anything!
I hope that if you have to deal with family you aren’t comfortable with, or people who don’t understand you, know that there are people out there who care about you, even if they don’t know you.
People care, and I hope everyone who reads this has a nice day!
Sitting in complete silence with you isn't awkward anymore. In fact, it brings me great joy in knowing that just my presence is enough for you. And that we don't need to do anything of extravagance is a comfort of its very own.
While you slept with your dog
Hold on just a little while longer...
Everything will be alright
Everything will be alright...
Sometimes, you just need to be held
Summery: After a rough day, all you wanted to do was hide away in the dorm and forget about it all. However, your lovely significant other decided to try and cheer you up.
Character: Deuce Spade
Word Count: 896
Genre: Comfort (slight angst to fluff)
Fandom: Twisted Wonderland
Warnings: none
A/N: This was originally a gift for one of my friends because they were feeling down and I wanted to cheer them up. They loved it and have allowed me to share it with all of you as well. I hope you find some comfort from this fic if your not having the best day 💛💙
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Everything that could have gone wrong that day, went wrong. The potion in Crewels class had blown up because some cat-looking direbeast decided that it needed more silverfish scales which resulted in a lengthy makeup process. The homework was forgotten in a locker, which resulted in an awkward explanation to Trein as to where it was. He did let you go back and get it much to some relief, but Lucius seemed to judge you for the entire class period. You had gotten smacked by a badly thrown magicshift disc which resulted in a nurse trip, missed lunch because of said accident, and had nearly been ragdolled around by a very excited Floyd who decided he wanted to mess with you at that very minute. Your savior at that moment had been Jade who dragged his protesting twin back to the lounge to finish his shift.
The unbirthday party hadn't gone much better. The pastries for the unbirthday party had been overcooked cause Ace wasn't watching the timer and Trey had to step in, a can of red paint had been accidently dropped on your head while in uniform by a clumsy second year student, and to top it off the hedgehogs had somehow gotten free from their enclosure and you were forced to fetch them or risk Riddle slapping a coller on you. Needless to say you didn't enjoy that days unbirthday party even after the chaos had calmed down, and not once during that day had you gotten any glimpse of Deuce, the one person you wanted to see the most.
Walking through the doorway of Ramshackle, you let out a sigh, and allowed the tears that you'd been holding back the whole day to fall. So much chaos and so many problems to solve in such a small amount of time, you were completely drained both physically and mentally. Slipping your shoes off and placing them in the dorms shoeracks, you made your way up the creaking stairs to your room so you could remove the paint stained uniform to wash it, as well as take a shower to remove the remaining paint from your hair. Cater had been nice enough to try and get as much paint out as possible, but there wasn't much he could do.
One shower later, you changed into clean casual clothing and walked back downstairs to throw the dirtied uniform into the washing machine. The second you did so there was a knock at the door. Some part of you didn't want to answer it. The day has been rough enough, and whoever was at the door probably wanted something from you. You'd bet ten thaumarks that it was Crowley on your doorstep with another threat 'gracious offer' that you couldn't refuse. Regardless you went up to the door, took a deep breath to reel in any patience and sanity you had left in you, and opened the door.
Your eyes widened when you saw a very familiar blue-haired freshman standing in front of the door, still in his uniform and complete with a sheepish expression and his hands behind his back.
"Hi, I um…I heard from Grim that you had a bit of a rough day, so I brought you these." He pulled his hands out from behind his back, presenting you with your favorite pastry and your favorite drink. "I found one of the pastries left over from the unbirthday party and figured you might want it."
It took a solid few seconds of shock before you snapped back to what he was saying to you.
"Oh! Sorry, uh, yeah it's been an…interesting day to say the least. You can come in if you want." Deuce nodded before slipping past you into the dorm, kicking off his shoes in the doorway before heading further in. You stood there staring in front of you for a minute, feeling a smile cross your face. He had remembered your favorite things, and he brought them in an attempt to cheer you up.
Shutting the door behind you, you followed his footsteps into the dorm, coming into the lounge to see him set the items on the coffee table in front of the couch. He turned to face you when you stepped in, offering a much more affectionate smile.
"I don't know if this will make you feel any better per say, and I know I'm not rb best at making people feel better but I could at least try to help, if you'd have me." You stepped forward towards him until you were close enough to draw him into your arms, pulling him as close as you possibly could, plopping your head onto his shoulder. He stiffened for a minute in surprise, but soon relaxed and wrapped his arms around your waist, his head now resting on the top of your head.
"You just being here is enough Deuce. I just want someone to hold for a little while if that's okay." You said, your speech muffled into his jacket. You felt his toned arms tighten around you further and felt him let out an affectionate huff.
"Don't worry, I'll be here as long as you need, I promise."
Lee!scm where he’s having a bad day and someone cheers him up? Ler can be anyone
(I love ur fics btw!)
You sunflowers have such good ideas ahh!! And thank you so much, ehe!!
Love Your Laugh!
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--Suction Cup Man stopped laughing for a while from being self-conscious about it. But, he has a best friend:)--
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|Lee - SCM -- Ler - Gina|
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Suction Cup Man was staying at Gina's for a while. Why? He was growing insecure about his laugh and needed company. I mean... snorts and hiccups? Come on! What's NOT to be embarrassed about it! The fact that he laughs easily, too, makes it worse! So, he's been holding in his laughter. Gina has definitely noticed this. This wasn't Suction Cup Man... this was a Sad Man. Something HAD to be done...
Suction Cup Man was in the spare bedroom, lying down curled in a ball. Gina sighed and walked in "Hey Raspberry... how's it going?" Gina said in a tone of concern, closing the door quietly behind her. "...Fine." Suction Cup Man sighed, looking devastated. "You... want some tea, Buddy?" Gina asked as Suction Cup Man shook his head, some tears welling up in his eyes. "No..." his voice cracked as he covered his face. "Awh... bud..." Gina frowned, walking over to him, sitting next to him. "C'mere..." She opened her arms for him as he crawled over, sitting in her lap curled in a ball, her arms wrapped around him, rocking slightly yet slowly back and forth. "Shh, it's okay, Raspberry..." "I'm a weirdo..." he covered his face in his hands. "Cuppy... you aren't." "Why is it so weird?!" He whined, curling up more. He was so insecure about it that it was getting concerning... he hardly ever laughed, and it was affecting him and his health deeply.
Gina knew her idea was probably bad, but... it just HAD to work. Giving him tea, new towers to climb, plushies?? He loved all of that! Yet, none of it worked. So, this was the only thing that COULD work. "Cuppy... can I see your hand?" Gina asked in a soft tone, holding her hand out. Suction Cup Man sniffed and looked up at her. He looked at her hand before sighing shakily and giving him her hand. She gently flipped his hand so she was holding his back hand before gently placing a finger on it, tracing his hand lines (idk what they're called:3). Suction Cup Man flinched slightly before a wobbly smile appeared on his face
"Ehe... no-- Gihina!" He giggled softly, shaking his head. "What's wrong, bud?" "I hahate this-- plehease!" He snorted, which made him cover his mouth with his free hand. "Um... I don't think so, mister!" Gina gently kept tickling his hand before grabbing his other, nuzzling his palm "Wahait-- aaahahahaha! *hic* G-Gihihijima!! Ahahahaha!" He giggled, snorted, hiccuped... oh well. This was all worth it to hear those bubbly giggles and wobbly smile! "Come on, your laugh is so sweet.." Gina said with a genuine tone. "Noho it's nohot!" Gina gasped, pretending to be offended "My goodness! Making such false words?! What has happened to this generation..." "Pff-- whahahat?!" He snorted as he laughed more at Gina's choice of words. "Ya heard me. Your laugh is so bubbly, snorty, hiccup-y, cute~" "Naha!" "Naha? Nope, sorry sir, gotta repeat that." "Gihihina!!" "That's not what you said, you silly goose!" Gina gently spidered her fingers up and down his arm. "Shihihit!! Gihihina plehehease! *hic* Oh nohoho!" "Oh yes!" "Gihina!!--" He could've just pulled oit and ran away or pushed her to make her stop. But... he loved this affection. Even if it made him laugh. "Who's a widdle cutie?~" "Noho-- nohot mehe!" "Aww, it IS you, isn't it?~" "Fuhuhuck!!" He hippcuped and snorted, Gina chuckling along. "You hear that? Adorable laughter~" "Okay! Ohokay! I gehet it! It's cuhuhute!!" "You obviously like this, right?~" "Soho?!" Gina chuckled before stopping. "Don't be ashamed of your Laugh, buddy. I love your bubbly giggles." She smiled, booping his nose softly as he huffed "Whatever half-bald bastard..." Suction Cup Man mumbled, crossing his arms."Oh, you red little shi--" Gina pounced on him, pinning him underneath her before lifting up his shirt and blowing the biggest raspberry she could
"BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GIHIHIHIHIHINA!! NO-- NONONONONONOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! *snort and hic*" He shrieked with laigher his feet kicked slightly
"You take that back, mister!!"
🖤End🖤
(Sorry if it's short, sunflower. Hopefully, this makes you happy💕💕)
𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢
yuuji's not a hair stylist, and tsubame's mistake was letting him try anyway.
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✭ pairings: itadori yuuji x oc ✭ warning: mentions of abuse, canon divergent, pre-shibuya arc ✭ author’s note: i actually had a lot of fun writing this, it's a nice break of fluff from the angst HEH– ✭ word count: 2.7k words
disclaimer: i’m not of japanese descent and am unfamiliar with japanese honorifics, etc. feel free to correct me!
There’s nothing better than a good night’s sleep, everyone can attest to that. Tsubame couldn’t agree more if it weren’t for the nightmares that haunted her mind, ones of anger, ones of regret, but most recently, ones of her father, a man she trusted, one who should’ve cared for her since her mother’s passing.
His horrid sneer permeated her memory as he grabbed her hair pulling her around like a ragdoll, this one moment staining her memories of home. She would often wake up in tears after, sometimes not even realising that she was crying until she reached her hand up to find the trails of tears leaking down her face.
This led to her constant urge to cut off her hair, no matter how nicely she styled it. Just the feeling of her hands running through it made her shiver in discomfort. Up to this point, she held in her discomfort, tying it up in a simple ponytail to ignore the way she had to look over her shoulder constantly.
However, during a particular training session where her hair was lightly tugged on, it spiralled into a little fit of fight or flight, causing Tsubame to almost beat her classmate, Itadori Yuuji, into a pulp, which she felt extremely guilty about – she ended up buying him dinner for the next few days.
Tsubame sighed at her miserable reflection in the mirror, scissors in hand as she willed herself to cut her hair to a shorter length, fearing that she might hurt someone else if they weren’t the wiser. Heck, she still couldn’t explain to Yuuji why she reacted in such a fashion, the words dying in her mouth the moment she tried to explain.
Sweet as ever, he never pushed her, only smiling in acceptance as he lightheartedly brushed off her little outburst as an outcome of her trained instincts. It didn’t help with Tsubame’s guilt, however.
Just as Tsubame raised the scissors to make her first cut, her bathroom door burst open, interrupting the silence as she jumped, almost snipping off a big chunk of her hair. Relief washed over her nerves as she saw that all her hair was still very much intact.
“Itadori,” Tsubame huffed, placing the scissors on the sink’s countertop to rub her face anxiously. “How many times have I told you to knock before you enter my dorm…”
Yuuji nervously rubbed his neck, a sheepish smile on his face as his tone was filled with apology, “Sorry about that, it’s just that the others were– are you cutting your hair?”
His big brown eyes now looked at her in curiosity as he pointed at the scissors on her countertop. Tsubame followed her eyes to where he pointed, and she exhaled softly, nodding. Yuuji didn’t miss the way she looked fidgety, almost as if she wasn’t sure about her decision to cut her hair.
“Hey… are you alright?” Yuuji frowned softly, looking over to the scissors. “You don’t look confident about cutting your hair. Is this about last time? Tadashi, I really am sorry, I didn’t mean to tug on your hair–”
In an instant, Tsubame shook her head, reassuring him that it wasn’t his fault she was cutting off her hair, “No, no, Itadori, it wasn’t your fault. It’s just… my hair was getting in the way, you know?”
Yuuji frowns, not buying her lie, but he doesn’t push it. Tsubame knows he can see past her lie, and part of her hates how well he can read her. Sometimes, she forgets that just because he’s not as academically advanced as Megumi and her (as she often finds herself tutoring her pink-haired classmate, not that she minded), it didn’t mean that he doesn’t read people and their emotions well.
He sees the way her hands shake slightly, and he gently takes her palms into his, the sparks returning as she swiftly looks up at him, his kind eyes looking into her nervous ones. He doesn’t say anything about the pink blush on her cheeks, a soft smile growing on his face.
“Would you like me to help you?” He asks gently. “You’re uh, shaking quite a bit.”
Tsubame looked at the scissors once more before her attention darted to her hands which were engulfed by his larger, warm ones. She bit the inside of her cheek, exhaling softly before nodding.
“Okay,” she nods, finally meeting his gaze.
She never wears a smile, Yuuji notes. Tadashi is never seen with one, but everything is in her eyes, the way she carries herself. From the slightest hunch, he could tell she was either exhausted, or the stress from a mission was weighing her down. From the slight quirk of her eyebrow, she was thinking about the answer to a question Gojo-sensei asked, and from the little glimmer in her eye as she held a book in her hand he could tell she was excited, turning every page eagerly.
But right now, her eyes are soft, gentle almost. It’s quite the contrast from her sharp wit and tongue, and he feels his heart flutter softly as she looks so gently at him. Yuuji begins to smile, taking Tadashi’s hair in his hands.
“You’ve got pretty hair, are you sure you want to cut it?” He asks softly, and she nods, more confident in her choice this time.
“Yeah, I just… I want it short, I can’t really… maintain long hair anymore,” She huffs softly, looking at herself in the mirror as Yuuji stands behind her, her soft hair in his hands.
It’s silky, he thinks to himself, and it easily cards his fingers through her hair. Tsubame flinches but, his touch is gentle, and it reassures her that she’s in safe hands.
Finally, Yuuji raised the scissors, snipping away bits of her hair, bit by bit, and Tsubame kept her gaze on her hands, watching as bits of her dark locks fell onto the floor, bit by bit. It's a moment of silence between them, one of mutual trust.
Unfortunately, that trust is broken the moment Tsubame looks up at her reflection, seeing that her hair really is, rather awkwardly cut, with bits of hair sticking up and cut to uneven lengths. Horror fills her as she sees this change, but Yuuji doesn’t seem to notice her look of shock as she quickly pulls out her phone, texting Nobara and Megumi for help.
“Who you texting?” Yuuji asks in curiosity, Tsubame shrugging as she tries to cover up her previous expression with a small hum.
“Just Nobara and Megumi,” She hums softly. “I just uh, wanted a little outside opinion on the haircut.”
He grins, clueless as ever, “I’m sure they’re gonna love it! You look great with any hairstyle, to be honest.”
“...Yeah. Totally.”
Tsubame continued to eye her phone for a response, almost letting out a sigh of relief as Megumi quickly texted an ‘omw’. She plays with her fingers anxiously, dread filling her as she sees more and more bits of her hair falling onto the floor before finally Nobara and Megumi bust in, a laugh instantly escaping Nobara.
“Oh, my, god.”
“Shut up, Nobara,” Tsubame whispered to herself as Megumi eyed her haircut in amusement. He can see Yuuji smiling sheepishly as he holds a tuft of Tsubame’s hair in his hands, the said girl’s head lowered in humiliation.
“Oh come on, that’s hilarious!” Nobara grins, snapping a photo of Tsubame’s fuming face and badly cut hair.
Yuuji looks down at the haircut, brushing off some hair from his hands, “It’s not that bad, is it?”
“Oh, it’s so that bad, borderline horrifi– HEY!” Nobara hissed, clutching her forehead as Tsubame threw a tube of toothpaste right into her face.
“I’ll fix it,” Megumi sighs, walking over towards where Tsubame stood, gently pushing Yuuji aside as he takes the scissors, working his way through the mess.
Nobara mutters, rubbing her face, and eyeing Tsubame, “Sheesh, why’d you let Itadori help you? He clearly doesn’t look like he knows what he’s doing.”
Yuuji pouts a little at Nobara’s comment, and Tsubame can’t help but find it cute.
“Yeah, Tadashi, why didn’t you say anything?” Yuuji frowns, almost as if betrayed that she didn’t say anything.
Tsubame fiddled with her thumbs a little, calmed just the slightest from the way Megumi’s so gently cutting her hair – not that Yuuji wasn’t gentle, it’s just that he didn’t know what he was doing. Not one bit.
“Well, you were just really nice about it, and I felt bad if I told you it looked bad,” She mumbles, trying to brush it off with a shrug. “Besides, you were giving your best, and I admire that.”
Yuuji looked into her eyes, and with just one glance, he knew she was being honest. His stomach flipped a little in excitement, knowing that she was honest about her admiration towards him.
“Well, you could’ve just said it was bad,” Yuuji sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.
“I know,” Tadashi looked away guiltily. “I’m sorry.”
He couldn’t help the way his heartstrings were tugged at the sight.
He gently placed his hand on her shoulder, giving her the most reassuring look he could muster, “It’s alright, Tadashi. I get what you mean, but next time, just be honest with me, okay?”
Her eyes soften the slightest as she looks up at him. Since she can’t nod, she mumbles a small, ‘okay’, but what takes him off guard is the small upturn at the corners of her mouth. Yuuji felt his cheeks warm, turning them into a shade of pink similar to his hair.
“You guys are so mushy and ick,” Nobara sighs, winking at Tsubame’s direction. “Just get together already.”
Yuuji glared over at Nobara, his entire face red with humiliation. Tadashi’s face was the same shade of red as his, but as she glared her head moved and Megumi clicked his tongue, inwardly relieved that he hadn’t cut her hair yet. He placed his hand on her head, gently guiding it back before resuming his actions.
“Itadori and I just became friends, leave us alone,” Tadashi huffed.
Yuuji agreed, his arms crossed against his chest in defiance, “Yeah, what she said!”
“And if I’m being honest, even though we just met, I trust you all,” Tsubame sighs. “So I might as well let you both in the secret, which Nobara has kept ever since we were kids.”
Yuuji raised his eyebrow in confusion, glancing over at Megumi who didn’t seem fazed in the slightest.
“Let me just… how do I phrase this,” Tsubame sucked her teeth in thought. “My name isn’t exactly Tadashi.”
“It either is or isn’t Tadashi,” Megumi quips, brushing the hair off of his hands, “Which is it?”
Tsubame sighs, fiddling with her fingers, “Fine, fine. It’s not Tadashi. Tadashi was a stupid name my parents picked when I was a kid because my grandparents wanted a grandson – my birth name’s Tsubame.”
Yuuji felt his jaw drop as he turned to Nobara who nodded in agreement.
“And you knew this the whole time?” Yuuji pouted in Nobara’s direction, the girl in question raising her hands in surrender.
“It’s a secret for a reason! I’m not that bad of a friend, sheesh,” Nobara puffed her cheeks in annoyance. “And Tsu-Tsu and I have been best friends since childhood, of course, she’d trust her secret with me!”
Tsubame mumbles a curse, a blush growing at the humiliating nickname, and Yuuji can’t deny how her flushed cheeks make him smile the slightest.
“Tsu-Tsu?” He grins, “Oh my god, can I call you that?”
“Absolutely not,” She glares, her cheeks flaring a darker shade of red.
“And done,” Megumi announced before Tsubame could lurch in Yuuji’s direction with her hands around his neck. “At least look at your hair before you murder Itadori.”
Tsubame sighed, placing her wire-frame glasses on the bridge of her nose before looking in the mirror, her eyes lighting up as she leaned closer, admiring her reflection, “...It looks great, thanks, Gumi.”
Megumi nodded in acknowledgement, but Yuuji brushed past the fact that they were on a nickname basis, more in awe of Tsubame’s new haircut.
Her long hair was snipped short into a pixie-cut kind of appearance, but the length of the hair varied, appearing to be longer at the front than the back with a little bit of her head shaved, resembling a medium fade undercut.
Perhaps it was the lighting in the bathroom or the overall renewed energy between them, but her eyes just seemed to sparkle more, and her presence just made his heart beat faster. Maybe it was the way her short hair framed her face better or the way he could see more of her true personality shine through as she admired her new haircut. It was definitely… unique, but she pulled it off.
“You look great, Tsubame,” Yuuji smiled, and his heart thumped harder when her coffee-coloured eyes met his. “I like this haircut on you.”
She rolled her eyes, and even if he was supposed to feel a little hurt by it, he couldn’t help but smile at her sarcastic tone, “You don’t get to like my haircut.”
“Oh, come on,” He whined playfully, pouting. “Don’t I get a little bit of credit? ‘Cuz if I didn’t mess up, you wouldn’t get to look this amazing?”
He can hear the annoyance in Tsubame’s voice, but the way her mouth quirks upwards and the way her eyes sparkle the slightest makes him think he’s hit the jackpot.
“Yeah,” She groans, admittance in her tone. “You did mess up my hair.”
“So, do I get to like it?” Yuuji grins, his heart beating faster, pride filling him at the sight of her smallest smile.
It was a step forward in the right direction, considering that this was the most direct form of happiness he’d received from her yet. He’s just that bit closer to breaking down her walls.
“Yeah. It means you get to like it,” She crosses her arms, smile vanishing, but the twinkle in her eye says otherwise as she flicks his forehead gently, walking out of the bathroom.
Yuuji grins, following after Tsubame as Megumi sighs, tossing out the last of her hair into the bin, Nobara snickers as she takes a quick photo of Yuuji and her childhood best friend.
“Does that mean we get to use nicknames?” Yuuji peers over her shoulder as she huffs.
“No.”
“But you call Fushiguro ‘Gumi!” He frowns with a mumble, and she scoffs the slightest.
“Because we got along better, and I owe him lunch now for fixing up your mess,” She pokes his shoulder and he playfully whines.
“Then at least let me make it up to you!”
Tsubame hummed in thought, giving Yuuji the smallest smile, and that was enough to make him smile again. Her smile, her rare smile that no one else saw other than their little group, was enough to make him feel as though it was all he needed.
“I’ll think about your offer, but you can start with helping Gumi out with the tidying process,” She quips, walking out of the room as Nobara follows.
“What?!” Megumi grumbles, Tsubame’s voice echoing through her empty dorm room.
“You’re amazing, ‘Gumi! I owe you lunch and dinner!”
Yuuji sighed with a smile, grabbing the broom from the corner of the bathroom, and sweeping her hair together with amusement in his eyes.
“Ridiculous,” Megumi mutters to himself, watching his friend hum to himself happily as he sweeps up the bits of hair, as though he was simply re-energised at the sight of a girl smiling her smallest smile at him.
“Yeah, but didn’t you see her small smile, Fushiguro?” Yuuji grinned. “I’m closer to knowing the real Tsubame.”
“You’ve still got a long way to go,” Megumi hums to himself, tossing the last bit of snipped hair away.
“I know, but I’m not gonna give up just yet,” Itadori grins. “I’m so close, don’t ya think?”
Megumi thinks to himself in silence for a minute, taking a glance at a small picture by Tsubame’s bedside before opening her dorm door, his clothes and hands now free of stray hair.
“You’ve still got a long way more but… if anyone can open her up to us, it’d be you, Itadori.”
And that was enough encouragement for Yuuji as he grinned, walking out of the dorm as Megumi watched him in amusement.
“That’s enough for me to keep trying!” He laughs lightly. “I’m gonna be her best friend, just you wait!”
“Yeah… I’m sure you will,” Megumi nods in agreement.
“Now, where were they meeting for lunch? I’m starved.”
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