Comfort - Blog Posts
Panic attack 3. (Pokémon, Goh angst)
Summary: Okay, this is still Raboot, but after the apple, so expect more comfort!
(It will be more comfort this time.)
Third time. (Raboot)
”Ash, where are you!?” screamed Goh into the phone.
“U-uhh,” continued Ash. ”I'm still in town, looking for food!”
”We have food right here!” screamed Goh again.
Him and Ash were in the Johto region, at a hotel, well, he was. Ash was out looking for food, even though they had food in the lobby.
”Yeah, I know! But I've heard that there's great food in the Johto region!”
The hotel was also in the Johto region, so Goh did not understand where he was coming from.
”There's great food here too, idiot!” screamed Goh once again.
”Yeah, I know, but...” said Ash. ”Okay, I'll be home soon, then we can go eat there in the lobby if I haven't found food, okay?”
”Yeah. Get back soon!”
He hung up.
”Raboot- Boot?”
He looked at Raboot, it was sitting on the armchair behind him, with a sleeping Sobble next to it.
He went over to it and picked up the sleeping water-type pokémon, it quickly settled in his arms, and he laid it down on the bed, and pulled the small blanket over it.
”He'll be here soon, guess we have time for ourselves, huh?”
It jumped up from the armchair.
”C'mon, let's go out to the balcony, maybe we can even see Ash when he comes.” said Goh.
He and Raboot went out the balcony.
The view was nice, the stars glistening.
He had always liked the night view, the moonlight.
(Later, Ash hasn't come yet)
He was listening to the people below.
There were three people, obvious teenagers, two boys, one girl. They were talking.
”Oh, c'mon! Don't be stupid, Tito!” said the girl to one of the boys.
”Yeah? And what are you gonna do? Hit me with your karate gloves?” teased Tito, the boy.
Tito brushed his dark hair with his hand.
”Oh, damn! Are you gonna fight her?” asked the other boy. ”Mei, Tito, don't! The cops might come!”
”Don't be a scaredy cat, Conner!” said Tito.
”Your a scaredy cat too. You wouldn't hit me,” said Mei confident. ”You don't hit girls.”
You don't hit girls.
You don't hit girls.
(Flashback)
”Stop, Belle!” cried Goh.
He was on his knees, crying, under Belle, a girl with brown hair with hazel eyes.
”No way!” said Belle, laughing. ”A loser like you is something I just can't ignore! You have to know how much of a loser you are, you crybaby!”
He continued to sob, which only made Belle laugh harder.
”Stop bullying me!”
That's all she ever did.
”What are you gonna do? Hit me?” said Belle. ”You don't hit girls. Didn't you know?”
So it wasn't okay to hit a girl, but it was okay to hit boys? How is that fair?
(Flashback ended)
He sat down, crouched, trying to stop himself from crying.
The same feeling settled in his gut, the one he hadn't felt in a long time.
”You don't hit girls!”
It felt like he was back there, in the playground, that stormy day, being pushed around by her, hearing her sick laugh as he was pushed in the mud, dirtying his clothes.
(Flashback)
He landed in the mud, dirtying his already-dirty clothes even more.
She then went over to him and took a harsh hold of his wrist, pulling him upwards.
”Stop it!” cried Goh.
”No chance!” said Belle, she pulled him down to gain that dominance, forcing him to look up. ”You are such a loser. Got it?”
He sobbed louder, hoping that someone would hear him.
”Quiet down!”, she slapped him, making him shut up. ”They'll catch us, you idiot!”
She then pushed him into a puddle.
She walked forward and dragged him around in the mud.
”Ow, stop! Oww!”
”Your such a crybaby, you know that?” said Belle, getting to him. ”No wonder you have no friends.”
She then pulled him up harshly again. And then, out of the blue, she hit him in the face hard, giving him a bruise under his left eye.
He sobbed.
”Your mean!“
”I'm not mean, I just think that you should know what you are. A loser!” said Belle rudely.
She pulled his hair, and basically threw him in another puddle, making him land on the face.
”Oww!!”, he sat up quickly, his cries getting louder.
The blood ran down his nose.
“Hah! Weak!”
”N-no!”
He tried to stand up but Belle kicked him.
”I'm in control here, understand?”
”M-mommy!”
He wanted his mother, her soft embrace, her soft kisses, and those soft tickles.
”Loser! Only losers are momma's boys!”
She hit him in the face again, making blood drip down his cheek.
”Oww! Please stop!” begged Goh.
”Ugh, why do I waste my time on a nobody like you?” asked Belle rudely. ”Your honestly lucky that I do, you fool.”
She then pushed him in another puddle.
”Belle, come, we're leaving now!” called a female voice, who seemed to be Belle's mother.
”Coming, mommy!” said Belle, but before she left, she turned to Goh one last time. ”Don't tell anyone about this. Oh, and be here tomorrow, or I'll find you, and then it won't be fun.”
She then ran to her mom.
He stood up and ran to his mother, who was shocked when she found him.
”Mommy!”
He ran into her arms.
She immediately picked him up, not caring about the mud or the blood. ”Oh, sweetie, what happened?”, she kissed him on the forehead, and wiped the blood with a tissue.
”Someone was mean to me!” sobbed Goh.
”Oh, poor baby, let's get you cleaned up at home,” cooed Camille.
(Flashback ended)
”Raboot?”
He didn't realize he had zoned out, thinking about the first time he met Belle, and their meeting was not exactly great.
He was on the floor, crouching, tears running down his face- He felt like he needed to puke- Exhale all the anxiety in him- God, he felt terrible.
And Raboot was witnessing it all- For the third time- Couldn't he just control himself?
Belle was right, he was weak, he started having a panic attack just because of one sentence- It was like he had trauma or something-
Did he have trauma?
No, he couldn't, trauma is something big and scary- Like getting kidnapped, raped, or abused- He had just gotten bullied, and that can't be so grand, can it?
(I just want you to know, I don't think this, but Goh does since he doesn't know much about it. Trauma can be anything- But Goh doesn't know that. I'll let you continue reading now, hope you have a good day!)
Raboot stepped closer, making him flinch, it continued taking small steps, and then sat down in his lap, trying to help him.
”It's happening again...”
Raboot didn't deserve this, it had witnessed this three times now.
Quickly, without thinking, he bent over, and puked.
It lasted for a few seconds.
After, he leaned against the railing, not caring about the concerned looks Raboot was sending him.
(Later)
He hugged Raboot when he sat down, after cleaning his vomit.
They had just eaten, it was curry, and now Ash was fast asleep.
”Raboot, thanks.” thanked Goh, he cuddled it closer.
Raboot didn't object, it just simply let his partner embrace it.
At least he wasn't alone, and that mattered.
Reversed rolls.
Summary; We all saw how Camilo calmed his mother in the movie, now imagine that being normal, imagine Camilo telling Pepa that all would be okay. But, one natural rainy day, Pepa enters her son's room and catches him crying. Then, for once, the rolls are reversed.
The rain smashed against the windows.
Pepa did not like the rain, but this time, it wasn't because of her, it was natural. And Pepa couldn't control that, only her own weather, but even that controlled her sometimes.
”Woah, that's a lot of rain. I wonder if we can even go out tomorrow.” said Julieta, she took a sip of her coffee. ”At this rate it might start thundering.”
She sat down next to her sister, and pushed over a plate of arepas.
”Yeah, usually watching rain that's not caused by me is relaxing. But this time it's really violent. Ay, let's keep our hopes up,” said Pepa. ”And this time it's not even my fault.”
Pepa took an arepa and ate it.
”It's very loud..." mumbled Dolores, she covered her ears and winced.
She put her hand on her daughter's shoulder, and kissed her lovingly on the cheek.
”Lo siento, mi amor.”
Félix was sitting next to Dolores on the other side, and was helping her cover her ears, being gentle with her.
”Hey, it's fine, I'll manage,” mumbled Dolores. ”Focus on something else, like Camilo, I haven't seen him in a while. Sadly I don't know where he is, but he might be in his room.”
”You can't hear?” asked Pepa worriedly.
”No, the rain's too loud... I can't hear anything else...” explained Dolores quietly. ”But I'm fine... Worry about Camilo instead...”
Pepa drank up her coffee, and took another arepa, before grabbing the plate and standing.
”I'll go see where he is, and get him some arepas. Then I'll help you up to your room, so you can rest, okay, Lola?”
She kissed her daughter on the forehead before leaving.
She walked up the stairs, and went over to her son's room, opening the door.
”Hijo-”
What she saw shocked her.
Camilo was there- Crying, crouching, small sobs leaving his trembling lips- He was shaking, and mercilessly pulling his strands- And then he noticed her, he wiped his tears.
”Mami-”, he let go off his hair. ”I'm fine- Lo siento. Just... Forget about it- I-is something wrong?”
She walked over to Camilo and sat down next to him on the floor, and put down the plate.
”I'm fine- But your clearly not, what's wrong, Milo?” asked Pepa worriedly. ”I wanna help you- Like you've always helped me. It's only fair. And you deserve it.”
He did.
Her Hijo had always been so kind to her- Calming her and reassuring her. He had always been so gentle with her, being there when she needed him.
God, how she got lucky.
”¿Cómo estás, corazon?” asked Pepa. ”Solo por favor se honesto, Milito. Por favor.”
She kissed him on the forehead.
”¡Estoy mal, Mami!” cried Camilo. ”Sometimes, when I look in the mirror- I just don't recognize myself, and... I-I wanna shift, I just can't stop... I can't stop working, I just can't... I need a distraction...”
Oh, how his tears broke her heart.
”I'm sorry...” mumbled Camilo. ”I know I should be worrying about you, and your feelings... But I just can't stop mine from dripping over and I'm sorry, I know that's not an excuse, but...”
”I'm sorry!”
God, her heart cracked at that.
”Don't apologize, Camilo,” said Pepa. ”You shouldn't stop yourself from expressing your emotions just because of me.”
She blamed herself, she was always so focused on her own emotions, not her children's. And she should be.
He started to cry more.
”Mi amor, I'm here for you. I promise, okay?” comforted Pepa softly. ”It'll be okay, maybe you don't believe me right now, but it will. I know it will, trust me.”
She wrapped her arms around him tightly and reassured him.
(Later)
His head laid down on her shoulder, they were holding hands- And talking, and eating the arepas.
”I don't wanna wait that long... I wanna be okay. Actually okay.” said Camilo.
”I know, mi sol, but just be patient. It will take time, but I'll be there. The familia too.” reassured Pepa.
”I know...” mumbled Camilo sadly.
”Will you tell them? For me?”
”Sure, cariñito.” answered Pepa.
He smiled, it was small, but it was genuine.
”This is new...” mumbled Camilo suddenly
”What do you mean?” asked Pepa.
”Usually I'm the one comforting you.” explained Camilo. ”Now your the one comforting me. Weird, isn't it?”
”Your right.”
He was, for once, the rolls were reversed.
EXTRACT FROM CRYBABY (og book written by me) ;3 You smell like the dew and sunshine all together. You feel like the softest, most huggable cotton candy, in all its sweetness. You're wet lush grass, so so welcoming, I might just lay down and never get up again. You breathe like wisps of smoke in the air, and threads of night with stars scattered. You taste like love, like devotion, like ambrosia, you taste like you're mine and like I'm irrevocably yours. You are cosmic radiance, you're the sun to my moon. You are so beautifully true, you are just, SO YOU. [The book is yet to be published :p. A teen with a lot of stress is doing her best anyways.]
S & B GOSSIP GIRL (2007-2012) • Season 1
Absolutely no studying today.
Sometimes one just needs to take a break and visit places they’ve been at a thousand times before. It’s a special kind of comfort.
a new bunk bed set for you guys! this set took forever but im glad i eventually figured it out and am proud of how it looks, enjoyyy <3
requested by @mileylovehot
please read:
frame is decor but the included mattresses makes it functional!
i extracted the mattresses myself from an ea double bed and bunk bed (therefore, you need generations installed)
use moveobjects on bc some of the items dont snap on right!
sims will clip thru the bottom mattress to get to the top and also doesn't have proper ladder animations bc of the way i made it (i would change it but im done with this set LOL)
the top bunk CASt channels won't show unless you click the preset in the top left corner (it will reset it)
i just remeshed the cheap bunk bed from generations, so it looks similar!
info of cc item(s) is under the cut! pls lmk if there’s any problems & feel free to tag me if you use them in your gameplay and post to tumblr! <3
TOU ♥ CC PAGE ♥ MY KO-FI ♥
sfs | google drive
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sofie double mattress
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sofie top bunk mattress
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sofie pillows 1
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sofie pillows 2
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sofie blanket
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I know this is late, I was hospitalized twice while converting this, but I wanted to convert the entirety of the Pastel Pop kit all in one place. I know other converters have gone through doing pieces of it, but I wanted to make a highly create-a-style tool compatible set.
Maybe my set will be the one people enjoy because of create-a-style tool compatibility or something, I don't know... so I want to put it out for all of you even if pieces have been done before. So here it is :)
Converted to Sims 3 and packaged into a .zip file over at SimFileShare. Most pieces have at least one part if not all of it compatible with the create-a-style tool. There's also a collection file included - PLEASE - Tell me if the collection file I included was the incorrect one.
Again, maybe some of my conversions will be preferred, and maybe you'll prefer the conversion from another creator. It's no hard feelings.
SIMFILESHARE
Remember the collection file goes into collections, and packages go into mods.
Daryl with a partner who gets depressive episodes but not like crying all the time or laying around they just go silent. And like. Everyone's concerned because what do you mean you went quiet? No no no, the excitable guy over there? You've got the wrong person.
Still going on runs and pulling their weight where they stay, but just. Silent. Lingering a bit too much.
And Daryl doesn't know really what to do with it. He can barely healthily deal with his own emotions, comforting someone else is a big bite to chew. But he still tries. Maybe just staying with them. Nudging them with a water canister or some spare food to make sure they're eating and drinking, even if they're too zoned out to realize they're doing it. Staying by them, a mutual dampened air that's bittersweet and tainted with unspoken complications. But it's better, not being alone. It helps.
Shattered
Ghost and his mask were one. Everyone knew that. Sometimes you thought that he couldn’t take it off if he wanted, that it had grown on his face. But on the most recent mission, things went south. There were more hostiles than you expected, and Ghost got overrun. He was a big boy, but even he couldn’t hold his ground against seven attackers. They knocked him to the ground, beating him until he was unconscious.
By the time you and Gaz finally managed to get through to him, he was covered in blood and bruises. His mask was destroyed. The skull sewn on the balaclava was broken into several pieces that were scattered around him. While a medic rolled him on a stretcher and carried him away with Gaz‘ help, you crouched down and picked up the shattered skull.
Ghost was brought to the infirmary immediately, he had a cracked rib and bad concussion. You cradled the pieces and put them on the desk in you room, carefully putting them back together. Luckily you had a bottle of glue laying around.
After gluing the pieces back together, you decided to paint the cracks a dark black. The mask was broken but now it was whole again. Just like Ghost. Well, for the first part. You wondered if there was something in this world that could slot the pieces of his broken soul back together. He’d never be the same again, just like the mask. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t bee good again.
You were a bit nervous when you knocked against the door. „Yea?“, his usually deep voice was even more gravelly now. It sounded… Weak. You slowly opened the door, looking at the figure laying in the bed. He was pale, his head bandaged, his hand gripping his injured side as he sat up. Even here he had on a black surgical mask.
„I uh, wanted to see how you’re doing“, you said, the nervousness in your voice more audible than you’d like. „Had worse“, he mumbled, suppressing a wince as he shifted. „Yea…“, you didn’t quite know what to say. „I got something“, you reached inside your duffle bag and pulled out the fixed mask.
Ghost froze up immediately as he saw the mask. You got nervous. What if he didn’t like it? What if he’d get angry you painted his mask? You heart beat so fast you’re sure he’d hear it. „It was broken, I fixed it“, you hurried to explain yourself. „I can see that“, he said without any expression or hint as to what he was thinking. „Why are there black streaks?“, he asked. Shit. He didn’t like it. He probably hated it. You shouldn’t have painted it, you shouldn’t even have touched it. „I can get them off, I‘m sorry“, you immediately started to start scratching at the paint, trying to get it off.
„Stop.“, he commanded. You stilled and looked up at him. „Don’t. I like it.“, he reached out. You gave him the mask. „Turn around“. You did as he said.
When you were allowed to turn back, he looked like himself again. He looked like Ghost. The black streaks formed an intricate pattern, making the mask look even more intimidating than it already did. He grabbed his phone and looked at it in the camera. „It looks good“. You held your breath. He liked it. He thought it looked good. That was unexpected, to say the least. „I‘m glad….“
You turned around, opening the door. „Wait“, he said. You looked at him. „Thank you, (name)“. „No problem“
The black streaks had formed a small heart on his forehead.
Alive / Part VIII
Word count: 666
Ghost was used to not being able to sleep at night, nightmares and night terrors keeping him awake. But tonight was different. He and Soap settled down on the bed next to each other, laying in comfortable silence. He could feel the heat radiating off Soaps body. Every fiber in him wanted to scoot closer to him, curl up in his side, which he of course didn’t do. Soap was his sergeant, after all, and he didn’t want to give himself the embarrassment of making a move only for Soap not to feel the same. (Ghost is an oblivious idiot).
Ghost hated the feeling of fabric on his skin at night, at base he usually slept only in boxers, today opting for joggers, but no shirt. He wiggled on the bed, trying to get comfortable. „No disrespect, lt, but stop squirming around like a worm“, Soap grumbled, already half asleep. Ghost didn’t say anything, laying down on the side facing Soap, who was facing towards the window.
It took while for him to fall asleep, but for the first time in a long while he slept through the night, no nightmares violently ripping him out of sleep. He woke up to the sound of birds chirping, slowly opening his eyes to see Soaps side empty. He was still sleepy, taking a few sips of water form the nightstand before rolling onto his back with his arms under his head, staring at the ceiling.
The door opened, and Soap stepped back into the room, dressed in boxer shorts and an oversized shirt. He sat down on the bed next to Ghost. „Morning, lt“. Ghost closed his eyes. „Morning, Johnny“. A few moments of silence passed, before he felt a warm hand on his side. His breath hitched and he opened his eyes. Soaps gaze was focused on the skin beneath his fingers, fingertips slightly grazing over a big scar, caressing the raised, silver skin. It burned, but oh God, did it burn good.
„How’d you get this?“, Soap asked, genuine curiosity on his face. Memories flashed in front of Ghosts eyes and he gulped. „Uh, I got captured. Cartel. They hung me up on a hook“, he mumbled. „Must’ve hurt a bitch“ Soap gently rubbed his thumb over the scar. Ghost nodded, closing his eyes again, the memory painful. He didn’t want to admit it, but Soaps touch on his scars felt holy.
„Do they hurt?“, Soap asked. Ghost shrugged. „Sometimes. Not all of them. They feel weird when it‘s cold though. And they’re really sensitive“ Soap grinned, continuing to gently caress the scar.
It stopped for a second, before Soaps fingers grazed the skin right above his waistband. Shivers ran over his body as Soap caressed a faint but long scar that went from his side over his v lin down to his crotch.
„And here?“, he asked, his voice low. Ghost took a moment to answer, his thoughts in a haze. „Torture…. They wanted intel“, he smiled weakly. „They didn’t get it“. Soaps gaze was sad. „I‘m so sorry, Si“, he whispered. Before he could say anything, Soap bent down, pressing his lips on the scar. Ghosts mind went blank.
Soaps lips lingered on the scar, before he slowly, very slowly began to tug the waistband down, revealing a small happy trail. He kissed lower and lower, stopping every few seconds to check in with Ghost, who was looking at him with wide eyes, but the bulge in his pants said enough.
Soap grinned before pulling down his joggers completely, his plans obvious. Ghost stared at him, his mind racing. Was this really happening? He felt like he was on fire. Soap liked him too. This was wrong, so wrong. But fuck did it feel good. It had been ages since someone last touched him like this, at least with consent. He had to hold back a whimper when his fingers grazed over the bulge.
A loud voice suddenly boomed through the house. „Boys! Breakfast!“
College student reader x Simon (Reversed)
((There's actually nothing about college except the beginning. Part 2 of Simon x college student reader))
- Stressed Simon, (actual angst) past argument mentions, hurt(?)/comfort. I really got into this one. wow. Mentions showering but nothing explicit. Dropping 'L' word at the end and also motorboating lol (face to chest basically)
I'm not rereading this, whatever goes, goes.
You were quickly typing into your computer, eyeballing the typo before backspacing quickly and fixing it. You were sat on the couch, humming and typing away to finish up a summary for your English teacher. Easy stuff, not too much work. And it should be your last thing to do today. You smiled a little as you thought of all your free time. Briefly you wondered if Simon would want to go catch a movie with you at the theater or stay home instead. You didn't mind either.
The door opens and Simon walks in. You smiled up at him but he didn't look at you. He kicked off his shoes and went straight to the bedroom. Your smile dropped and you moved to close your laptop, but paused. What happened?
Simon walked into the bedroom, into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned on the shower and began stripping out his clothes quickly. He needed to calm himself. After the day he's had, he was about to snap. First he got a ticket for an expired parking meter, then some older woman at the store snapped at him for standing too close to her (he was a shopping cart and a half away from her.) His card declined four times before he had to use cash because he forgot to unlock the card the night before...a wide series of things in between as well. It seemed like today, the universe held it's middle finger at Simon. And to top it off? Bird shit on his neck down his back.
He got into the cold shower and began scrubbing with a back brush. You had been all bright smiles to greet him, but he had to look away. Something ugly twisted in his mind, that grinning evil insecurity. He didn't want to yell at you. He did once and the look on your face was still plastered in his mind. Hurt.
You did that, remember?
He hissed and rubbed his face with his wet hands. He never wanted that to happen again. So he ran past you. Avoiding you to keep you happy. Aren't I pathetic?
The bird shit down his back was gone, but he kept scrubbing, grumbling about bad luck under his breath. Then there was a knock. Simon didn't want to answer, but he didn't want you to come in and see him like this again. But you didn't enter.
"Simon. I'll give you some alone time." You spoke through the door, hand faintly resting on the knob. You wanted to go in but you knew he needed his space. "But, I'm gonna start cooking, it'll be done in an hour probably. If you still want to be alone by then, um..." You looked around. "Just- put a sock on the door handle, and I'll let you be okay?"
A smile twitched at his lips. He sighed however, then answered in a low tone, his voice baritone enough for you to hear it past the shower. "Alright love." A pause. "Thank you."
You didn't say anything else, he heard your footsteps leave and the bedroom door closing. His heart felt heavy and he closed his eyes. Letting the cold water run over his hair and down his body. The ugly little thing that whispered in his head was still there, but not so loud anymore.
He slowly turned the hot water on, breathing out again.
~~~
You had just finished cooking, proud of how it turned out too. You turned everything off to let it cool, then went to the bedroom to see if Simon still needed to be alone. But as you turned, you ran right into him and jumped from fright. At the same time, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder with ease. You screamed and giggled. "Simon-!"
He deposits you on the couch, and then lays on top of you. Full weight. You laughed from the pressure but soon he shifted to hold you more comfortably. Arms wrapped around your middle as his body laid between your legs. His head rested against your chest where he pressed his face for a moment or two. You blushed, waiting, then he turned his head and laid his ear against your chest. Eyes closed, breathing normally. He was listening to your heart.
You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair and scratching the nape of his neck. "You wanna tell me about it?" You asked.
He hummed. "Bad day. Nothin' went right."
You nodded. "Did the shower and sleep help?"
"Couldn't sleep." He replied. He lifted his head and looked at you. "M'sorry for how I came in. Didn't want to snap at you." Again. The word was there but he didn't say it. Your eyes softened and he knew you thought about it too.
But you smiled softly. "Don't apologize...you needed space Si. Everyone does sometimes." You ran your fingers through his hair. You could see the look in his eye, the regret. The one memory that seemed to hurt him more than it did you.
"Simon?" He hummed and waited for you to continue. "I love you." His heart skipped, but you went on. "And what you said before in the past, is in the past. You were overwhelmed and stressed and I didn't know how to comfort you. I just want to take care of you like you do for me."
He sighed and put his face into your chest again, making you snort a little. "I want to be better."
"Simon, shush yourself." You kissed his head and he lifted his face. "There's no getting 'better' when everything sucks. I can't get you out of a bad mood, but I'll be here waiting to help in anyway I can. If that means waiting an hour or two, then I'll do it."
His eyes softened, that voice in his head snuffed out completely. "I love you too."
You smiled, your hand rubbing his cheek. "Wanna eat now? Food is still warm."
He huffed, stuffed his face back into your chest and ignored your shrieks and giggling. "Few more minutes..." You complied, letting your hand run up his back slowly while he listened to your heart. Warm. Safe.
"I've got you."
My comfort space
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Emoji Indicators:
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⭒ Angst 🌧️
⭒ Spice ❤️🔥
⭒ Comfort ⚡
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Genshin Impact:
Modern day Cliche - Albedo ☀️
Reassuring you when you come out as Ace/Bi - Ayato Kamisato ⚡
Electrifying Awakening - Scaramouche 🌧️
In the Fray - Scaramouche ☀️
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Demon Slayer:
Better Ruined ten Times - Sabito ☀️
Cuddling With Sabito Headcannons - ☀️
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Hypnosis Mic
Overworked; Underpaid, Comedy; Duo? - Sasara Nurude ☀️⚡
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Disney Twisted Wonderland
Sympathetic Solace - Jade Leech + Floyd Leech ⚡
Just a Nickname; Plus More - Malleus Draconia ☀️
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Pretty tears... 💧 Pt.1
Vladimir Makarov's daughter! Reader x Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
!!warnings: angst then comfort, manipulation, kidnapping, violence, threatening, reader is russian or partly-russian, reader is 21 years old
English isn't my first language! I apologize for any gramatical mistakes
part 2
Gaz was used to this. To the mission, go somewhere, kill some bad guys, do what he needs to do and go to a party to celebrate after, but...this is completely different.
The Task Force 141 had found out that Vladimir Makarov had a daughter, (Y/N) Makarov. She lived in Moscow, in a small apartment, she wasn't aware of what her father was doing but even like that, the TF141 thought they could get some kind of information about her father. Where he is? Where he went? What were his plans? Maybe she knew something...
The plan was: Gaz would seduce her and make her fall in love with him then they would kidnap her and interrogate her, easy, isn't it?
The first part of the plan was easy, she was protected her whole life by Makarov and was unaware of the bad part of the world, she knew it existed but never saw it, so when Gaz first approached, talking in a broken russian and trying his best to talk to her, she found it cute and quite charmous but for his luck, she knew English.
The plan was suppose to be just one month long but they were already in the second month and just now, they managed to get a date. Gaz convinced her to go to his hotel, so they could have a time alone together...and she accepted.
Now they're here, in the interrogation room, she was cuffed to the chair. It was heartbreaking to see. She was crying, scared and even shaking a bit while Price was trying to get some kind of information out of her...
"Tell us! Where is your father?!" Price yells, at an angry tone. The captain was never a patient man when it came to interrogation and she was getting on his nerves.
"I don't know! I don't know..." She cries, her voice shaky and shaking from fear. Gaz felt the urge to interrupt, he knew her better than anyone in the room. He saw her smile, cry, get angry, scared and maybe, just maybe, he had started to genuinely like her...
"Captain, stop, she doesn't know anything, it's obvious." Gaz says in a softer tone, putting a hand on Price's shoulder. Price takes a deep breath and sighs, they weren't going anywhere with this interrogation.
"Two months goin' to the trash, how amusing." Soap rolls his eyes and snorts. "Do you really don't know anythin'?" The scottish asks, frowning slightly. She shakes her head, still crying. Ghost was indifferent, he knew the plan wasn't going to work since the beginning but no one listened to him.
"What do we do with her now? We can't just let her go, she'll tell her father." Price crossed his arms and looks to the rest of the team. Gaz gets closer to her and wipes her tears, she was heartbroken, he was too, he felt bad for manipulating her. She was so gullible and naive, she fell so easily on his trap, the littlest amount of affection made her fall in love and feel like a high schooler again. Poor girl.
While the other operators discussed, Gaz stayed on her side, trying to distract her from her hand cuffed and her situation. "Hey, what's your favorite color?" He asked in a softer tone, putting his hand on her head and caressing it softly. "W...what?" She asks, her voice shaky, confused, she saw the soft and warm smile on Gaz's face and nods. "Uh...pink?...no, blue....? I don't know..." She says in a low tone.
Gaz chuckles softly and nods. "Those are great colors, my favorite is blue...and what's your favorite animal?" He asks, again in that soft tone, trying not to scare her. "I like...dogs...and cats..but, i think sheeps are cute...i had a sheep plush when i was a kid.." she smiles weakly and Gaz smiles back.
"Oi Gaz, we decided that we're done here. Put her in a cell, we're going to the cafeteria." Price says and throws the keys to Gaz, Gaz grab them and nods, he still feels bad so he uncuffs her.
He make sure to pick the best cell...well, one that wasn't destroyed and moldy, he picks the softest mattress and the fluffiest blankets and pillows.
"I'm sorry, alright? I was just following orders." Gaz says, guilty on his eyes as he looked at her. She nods and rubs her watery eyes.
"I understand..." She says, her voice now back to normal but the sad tone was still there. "You were...my first kiss, you know?" She says with a weak smile. Gaz feels even worse now and nods, embarrassed of his acts. "It was nice while it lasted." He says and looks downs, she nods and looks away.
"I have something for you." Gaz says and takes a phone out of his pocket. Her eyes lights up slightly as he gives her the phone, it was old yes, but it was something. It was tracked and he could see everything she did, so no contact with Makarov. "Don't tell anyone i gave you that, my contact is already on it." He says and smiles weakly, looking back at her. She grabs the phone and nods. "It's our little secret." He says with more playful tone, making her chuckles softly. He sighs and leads her inside the cell and he locks it.
They exchange one last eye contact before he leaves. Were they still in love with each other? Only time will tell.
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this flower garden has conversations with the stars.
≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫ welcome to astra’s universe, lovely flower~ ≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫
“hello, there. you’ve shifted into a realm of dreams where my garden lies beneath a starry sky, timeless and ready to satiate your purest musings.”
““but how would it do that?” you may wonder. do you feel the presences of fallen stars that are gently swirling a halo around you? close your eyes. let your wonder sink in. let your wonder tells stories with the stars.”
“my, have the stars of my garden grabbed your interest already? if so, do take a look below ‘keep reading’.”
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❥ what is astra’s garden for?
i am a girl whose mind drifts in daydreams a lot. i wish to cultivate this ‘garden’ for meaningful inspirations that bear fruit from writing my daydreams down (in intended lowercase.).
❥ ways i can enjoy my stay in astra’s garden?
here, in astra’s garden, you will see my daydreams manifested into many forms of texts, stories and scenarios for you to share your thoughts on. yes, this is not entirely self-indulgent, at least it is not only for me to write whatever i think down as a means of getting things off my mind. therefore, i look forward to asks from you guys in hopes of having lighthearted interactions filled with motivating positivity! <3
ೃ⁀➷ important notes!
✧ it is important that we don’t take things too seriously; do relax and enjoy your stay.
✧ apart from civilized discussions, i will not accept nor tolerate other asks such as nsfw requests, invasive questions, vent asks and generally offensive behaviour.
✧ as this blog is still growing, i am open to suggestions for engaging ideas that may help provide a better experience for everyone.
✧ all of your judgemental binoculars should be destroyed. stop looking, start seeing. just with your bare eyes. you’ll see we are all humans.
✧ as a young individual, i myself am not the wisest nor the most experienced. i am seeking a comforting environment where i can be myself around you, who too, are also being yourselves. please do not hesitate to give feedback for us all to grow.
✧ criticism, especially constructive, is greatly appreciated. any other offensive criticisms made purely by ill intentions will not be tolerated.
✧ asks are welcomed any time. should i get busy, i will post regular updates, not to worry.
❥ what can my asks be?
please know that within civilised boundaries, there should be no creative limits to what your asks can be! be it literature such as quotes or poems to hobbies ranging from movie dramas, art, sports, music, games, random tips, facts et cetera, i’d be delighted to hear from you.
my aim is making this blog into a safe place as well as a dream garden for anyone who would like to share their own thoughts and ideas, so let’s indulge ourselves!
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I never understood why parents punish/ground their kids for having bad grades. obviously, your child is struggling academically and needs help...so... Your choice is to punish them..? Maybe if you took time out of your oh so busy life, and tried to help your child study, make it fun even! they'd be doing better in school. They might even be struggling mentally, punishing them just makes it worse and makes them less modivated. Your child needs human understanding, they're not a robot. This can lead to your child being scared to ask for help, or pushing themselves to be perfect, stressing over a less than perfect grade. Stop saying your child is a failure, you're just a bad parent.
Nia.. we always have your back and your not alone but hey we do have bad days and it suck reallyy sucks, but the only thing that matter is your alive and healthy.
If people try to yk make you sad I got your back Nia
This might be dark and you might wanna reblog this and for @daveandbambifan0505...please do a vid..and tag me for this....but....I have anxiety as well...and I feel heart broken
Every night when I'm going to bed...I have these crazy nightmares about my family leaving me..and I feel alone, in the dark, and my family doesn't care about me, hell, I have a lot of headaches in my life!!! My Grandma yells at me. My heart feels like I'm gonna die, these voices in my head saying you're gonna die, not actually die, just fear and sadness...even when I'm here on Tumblr...before all anons started giving me dumb easy requests...before ...Ender blocked me (Twice), and Fisho...hatting on me for being a bad person, and wanted me too leave....I feel like I'm the bad guy...of all this hell-hole...I JUST WANTED TO MAKE PEOPLE HAPPY!!
Just....for everyone....I feel so lonely...all the time
Hi! Can you do a scenario where bot s/o is comfronting sad rung? He was forgotten (again) and this time it was just a breaking point? Like the reader is just giving cuddles, comfronting words ect.
Yes.
I will write.
I must write.
I personally love Rung angst, it’s weird but I love it so much. So, here is Rung absolutely losing his shit. Also, I made reader gender neutral, your welcome UwU. I might make this a longer story because I like the name and how it ended.
Rung X Bot! Reader: Cords
Keywords:
Y/N= Your Name
O/C= Optic Color
P/C= Primary Color
S/C= Secondary Color
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Anger. A feeling he was so foreign too as he aggressively pushed a large stack of paper onto the once spotless floor. Anxiety. A feeling that was crawling up inside his chest plaiting. He should be immune to it, due to what he does for a living. But he was wrong. Self-doubt. He was great, right? He was worth something. Was he? Who was he again? Is he good enough? I don’t know. Loneliness. The one emotion he was used too. So why was he acting like this? Why lash out at something he knew would happen. He could barely see through his angry haze as he pushed another stack of paperwork to the floor, stray papers drifting in the room. He snarled, glancing at the scattered paper before he made his way to his birth, hot tears flowing down his faceplate as he kept his dermas bared. He sat, ex-venting as he slowly began to see again. And that’s when it hit. He stared at his now trashed habsuit in utter horror. Had he done this? How could he let himself get out of control?? What was wrong with him?! His shoulder plaiting shifting downward as he rested his helm on his servos and cried silently, leaving himself to deal with his own monsters. Or so he though before a warm touch on his shoulder shocked him back into reality. He onlined his optics as he was met with O/C ones. There was a dip in his birth as he guessed his visitor must have sat next to him. The P/C servo moved from his shoulder down to his back struts, giving comforting rubs as Rung leaned into their touch. “It’s ok”. A voice spoke, smooth as silk and light as a feather. “It will be ok”. It spoke again, erasing any doubt that would try to dig into his broken down mind. That voice was a lifeline. And he knew it belonged to sweet Y/N. Before he was able to realize or question what was going on, he was pulled into the newcomer’s P/C and S/C chest. They held him close, giving him comforting rubs and whispered calming words near his audio receptors. He broke. He couldn’t even pretend to hold it is as he burst into tears in the other’s chest. Y/N hated to see him like this, and has only been there one other time when he had these breakdowns. It breaks their spark to see someone so loving and caring to be broken down into a wallowing mess. He never deserved to feel this way or to be forgotten after all that the old god had done. He had saved Cybertron more times than most can count for Primus sakes! If only Whirl and the others could see that, like you did. His crying had abruptly stopped as he looked at you with beautiful teary optics. Wait. Did you say all of that out loud? In front of him? A small smile grazed his dermas as he moved his hand to cup your cheek. Welp. You sat there, scared as hell and a blushing mess. He didn’t seem to mind nor’ care as he leaned in slowly and gently rested his dermas on your’s. You where starstruck. He was so perfect and his kisses just prove the fact even more. After a second or two, he moved away, rubbing the back of his servo on his optics. “Wow”. Really? That’s all you could say right now? Rung let out the smallest chuckle, and leaned his helm against your chest armor again, venting softly. “Thank you Y/N”. There it was. The voice of god (literally-). You could melt from the smoothness of his voice. It was the perfect cord to any song. The perfect cord for your song.
Ringo X Touch Starved!Reader
(calling my touch-starved Ritchie enjoyers !! headcanons + drabble requested by anon 🌟 hope this is just what you needed ✨️)
Ringo is incredibly aware of how touch-starved you are
he makes it a point to offer small, comforting touches whenever and wherever he can
whether it's a soothing hand on your back or a gentle caress of your cheek, he always makes sure you know how much he loves and cares for you
he loves to hold you close when you're together, often resting his head on your shoulder while he presses his chest against your back, the warmth and closeness providing you comfort
Ringo finds these quiet moments of innocent physical intimacy deeply satisfying and sees them as essential to your bond
he loves to surprise you with spontaneous displays of affection, like a quick kiss on the forehead or a lingering hug, especially after a long day
above all, he needs you to know that he's attuned to your feelings and would do anything to see you happy and calm
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It was a lazy Sunday for you and Ringo.
Your shared kitchen was already awake with the scent of fresh coffee and the soft hum of morning activity, gentle rays of sunlight peering through the sheer curtains.
Ringo stood by the counter, preparing breakfast for two with an easy grace. You, still half-asleep, wandered in and leaned against the doorframe. Your eyelids were heavy, but your expression hopeful as you caught a whiff of fresh pancakes.
Ringo glanced over his shoulder, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Morning, sleepyhead. Come here."
Without hesitation, he crossed the room and wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You sighed, burying your face in his chest as he cradled you to him.
"I missed you," you murmured, your voice muffled but sincere.
Ringo's embrace tightened, and he pressed a soft kiss to your hair.
"I'm right here," he said softly. "Always."
He guided you to the kitchen table, gently seating you in a chair and placing a steaming mug of tea in front of you. You thanked him with a grateful smile.
He then returned to his work, effortlessly assembling you both a plate stacked with pancakes, syrup and all. He presented yours to you and sat with his own before reaching across the table, taking your hand in his and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Let me know if you need anything," he said, his eyes tender and attentive.
You smiled, your heart full. "Just you, Ritchie."
Ringo's eyes twinkled with affection, and he reached out to brush a thumb across your knuckles.
"Then you've got all you need."
Poly!Beatles X Heartbroken!Reader - With A Little Help From My Friends
(hello lovebugs! 🐞 please enjoy this request fill for anon, who asked for a poly!beatles fic where the boys comfort the reader who is still reeling from a recent breakup)
The air felt heavy as you sat on the worn-out couch, your fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on the surface of a book you hadn't bothered to open. The memories of your recent breakup lingered like a stubborn stain, refusing to fade with time. It had been weeks since then, yet the ache in your chest persisted, a constant reminder of what once was.
You heard the door creak open, and through the blur of your thoughts, you recognized the familiar voices of the Beatles. "Honey, we're home!" John called out in a singsong voice as he, Paul, George, and Ringo entered your flat, placing armfuls of groceries down on the countertop.
Noticing your lack of response, they exchanged worried glances, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.
"Hey, love," Paul greeted softly, his eyes filled with concern as he took in your distant expression.
"Everything alright?" George asked, his voice laced with genuine worry.
You forced a smile, nodding faintly. "Yeah, just... thinking."
John sat down beside you, his presence a comforting weight against your side. "Care to elaborate?"
You chuckled, shaking your head. "Not really."
John's expression softened and he sighed, deciding he would be the one to break the ice. "We can see that it's still hurting you, you know."
Ringo chimed in, his voice gentle. "We hate seeing you like this, love. It's not right."
You swallowed the lump in your throat, the warmth of their concern seeping through the cracks in your facade. "I... I'm trying to move on, but it's not easy."
Paul wrapped his arm around you in a gentle embrace, his touch grounding you. "You don't have to do it alone, you know. We're here for you, remember? Through thick and thin."
The other three lads quickly joined in the hug as their words washed over you like a tidal wave of peace, the soothing balm of their voices easing the ache in your heart just a fraction. For so long, you had shouldered your pain alone, convinced that no one could understand the depth of your despair. But in that moment, you realized you were not alone - that you never had been. Here they were, your knights in shining armor, surrounding you with the warm glow of their love. In their presence, you felt safe, cherished, and understood- feelings you had thought were lost forever in the wake of your breakup.
"Thanks, guys," you murmured, the weight of your burdens lifting with each passing moment. "I really appreciate it."
"Anytime, love," Paul reassured, stroking your hair affectionately. "We've got more than enough love to go around, you know."
Tears welled up in your eyes as you leaned into their embrace, allowing yourself to be enveloped by their love and warmth. In that moment, the weight of your past began to lift, replaced by the promise of a brighter future - one where you were surrounded by the unwavering support of the four men who had come to mean everything to you.
As the evening faded into night, you clung to them tightly, grateful for the four men who had become your rock, your refuge, and your home. No matter what the future held, you knew that you would always have them by your side, guiding you through the storm and into the light.
Lavish Hidden Gem and Pet Friendly
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Choso! Win over my heart!
Choso X Fem. Reader (SFW) (Reader likes collecting and wearing earrings. Which causes them to constantly go shopping for earrings. Not only that but the reader finds some sense of comfort in wearing them. The reader can find themselves to suddenly get really anxious and panic if they don't wear their earrings in a public space. Reader has trust issues and well despite having dated choso for months, she finds a side of her doubting them, even if she really doesn't want to. Reader is shown to have trust issues and I really hope this can help some of you see yourselves in it. I personally have trust issues and it can get the best of me, even if it's foolish and doesn't make sense. So I wanted to depict that, because sometimes those thoughts really can isolate us from what's in front of us. There's a better explanation on what I wanted to focus on at the end of the post.)
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You've been trying to buy some new earrings recently, searching online but not really finding any of them to catch your attention. You got pretty frustrated about it. Choso noticed your change in mood, and knows about your obsession with earrings. He's seen the different earrings you have on the displays in your room, and when you go out on dates you're always wearing a different pair each time, which he likes to notice and later on talk about the story on how you picked them out. Whether you found them in a store or stumbled upon them on the internet. Sometimes it led to interesting stories. Like how you almost fought a 15 year old for the last earrings of your character that was limited edition. Which amused Choso. So he found it weird when you were out on a date together and noticed you not wearing any earrings. He sees your mood is pretty sour and that you seem to shift uncomfortably. You seem to have enclosed yourself more, barely talking to him and instead distancing yourself. Choso found this pretty surprising, He knew you really liked earrings and found that they were a sense of comfort to you, but he never saw how you'd react without them. So this led to you spacing out and walking alongside Choso. Choso held your hand and guided you. Soon enough you found yourself in front of a hot topic. (You see throughout the few months you've spent dating you've found yourself hesitant. Having gained trust issues throughout your years of growing up.)
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Your thoughts were gone. You reached up to your where you earlobe is and didn't feel the familiar sensation that you would when you would wear your earrings. You didn't have them on to be able to fidget with. Dammit, I should've just put on some random earrings instead of having worried about it not matching the outfits. You see you knew that if the earrings didn't match it would be bothering you the whole day. You had to have everything matching. Your perfectionism just would let you. Yet now you wish that you would have just put on any earrings really! Yet all you could do was sigh and shake your head. Why do I do this to myself... You thought. You found yourself fidgeting, holding onto your white cardigan while you other hand was intertwined with Choso's. Your nerves were getting to you. Your palms were sweaty and you felt your stomach churn. Your head started to pulse and you find yourself short of breathe. No not again. not now. You thought, as your repeated it in your head. You started walking slower, you hand tightening around choso's. It's like you were isolated, in a small cube. You felt as if your body was being compressed, you lost your rhythm of breathing and thought to yourself. How do I breathe? Like a barrier was isolating you. Before you even knew it Choso took notice, he stopped walking and faced you, as you came to a halt. He placed his other hand on your face and caressed your cheek gently. You jolted in surprise, having been snapped out of your thoughts. Choso looked down at you, concern etching his face. "Hey, love. Are you okay? What's wrong?" his voice was a sense of comfort. Your breathing came to a regular pace. The churn in your stomach slowly leaving you. Your head was starting to clear and you found yourself able to start focusing on what was in front of you. It took you sometime to process why Choso was looking at you like that. Ultimately his questions did click and you tried to wave him off. " I'm okay cho, don't worry. I'm just.. well I'm not really used to not wearing earrings. It's hard to explain" You said nervously but relaxed as you felt Choso's hand rest on your cheek.
You see, choso and you had just started dating a few months ago. You didn't want to weird him out, scare him, or worse have him dump you. But what you didn't see was that those thoughts would have never crossed Choso's mind. Not even in the slightest. Choso looked at you concerned, his eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort and his expression softened as he saw the way you relaxed under his touch. He leaned in and gave a small kiss to your forehead, as he wrapped his arms around you gently. "C'mon, let me buy you something." He said with a small hum as he draped an arm over your shoulder. You were slightly confused, not having really seen choso act randomly. Usually on dates you two would have a small schedule, he'd take your out to eat, you'd later go on to read books in the library, him sitting beside you and resting his head on your shoulder. Meanwhile you'd be immersed in the book you read. You'd then go to a mall, walk around, maybe walk into stores that you two had been wanting to go to. A organized yet calm and comforting schedule. So you were confused when he decided to do something you found well....spontaneous? You started to get slightly nervous, spacing out. A million of different thoughts racing and fighting in your head. When suddenly you felt Choso's hand brush gently against you back rubbing circles, soothing you. You looked up and then saw before you the sign of Hot Topic.
You hadn't noticed but a small smile formed on your lips. He looked down at you and smiled gently. "Go on love, choose anything you'd like." He said, his voice soothing your thoughts. That's when you felt that burst in your chest. You heart racing, cheeks turning red, and your breathing coming to a halt. Oh this man, this man is sure going to change you. You thought to yourself. Choso only looked at you and smiled gently softly placing a kiss on your head. You looked at Choso and smiled, your eyes lit up and found yourself lost in him. You turned to the store and walked on in, wrapping an arm around his as he followed you, a smile gracing his features as he sees your body relax upon the sight of the earrings on display. You looked upon the display, some funny earrings shown. Like a little duck holding a knife or something a bit more elegant. Like a moon crescent with dangling gems. Choso looked upon you with love in his eyes. The way you were focused. Evaluating each earring but took note on how you hesitated on buying some of them. He leaned in slightly and took notice that the ones you seemed to like more were a bit more costy. Choso smiled softly as he noticed how despite him saying he's the one to pay, you still found yourself worrying about the price and how much it would sum up to in the end. A hour passed by as you finally decided on three pairs of earrings. ( Authors note: Now you might ask why a hour for just three pair but you see sometimes you gotta be picky and indecisive. Sometimes it can take longer... If you know what I mean.)
You started to walk up to the counter, readying yourself to beat choso before he arrives, noticing that he seemed to be looking at some earrings. But as you placed the earrings down Choso appeared right behind you and placed a pile of earrings before you. Your eyes widened as you scanned the earrings and noticed that all of them were earrings that you had looked at, inspected and found yourself wanting to buy but hesitant. You were about to protest to choso but he just winked at you and paid the order before you could say anything, so there you were, walking outside the store a small bag full with earrings. To say you were surprised wasn't even the start of it. Choso looked at you, warmth in his eyes. "You're going to have a bigger collection now." He said with a soft hum. You looked up at him, gazed at him, you could hardly believe what he had just done. Yet you were grateful, grateful that he noticed the smallest thing about you some people wouldn't even bother to notice. You wrapped your arm around his, rest you head on his shoulder as you walked together to your house. Choso hummed a light tune, he would look at you every now and then, noticing that your eyes seemed tired and would close for a few seconds. Must've been from the anxiety, he thought to himself. So he offered a piggy back, a playful smile gracing his face. You nodded at him and soon enough your arms were wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist. You noticed his smell, his warmth, and the softness of his hair. The way the wind blew, spreading his scent. The way his soft hair moved in the air and how You felt at ease. A relief washing over you. You nuzzled your face between his neck and gave a soft kiss his to cheek. You noticed his ears flush red and his hand give a gentle squeeze to your thigh. It didn't bother you, not even in the slightest, instead you felt warmth, security, and love for the man who was holding you. You've succumbed to his warmth and his to yours. You eyes closed and you found yourself drifting off, a smile resting upon your face.
This is your peace.
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[ Authors note: I based this off of like comfort items, personally I can't really go out without putting on some earrings. I tend to buy a set of earrings once a week so you can imagine how big my collection is.... I tend to feel uncomfortable when I don't have earrings on when I'm in public. In some way I find the earrings to protect me in some way. Kind of like how hoodies are to some people, or a bracelet that a close friend gave you can make you feel. I don't know if it's something to do with my anxiety.... It's hard to explain. So I really want Choso to showcase that person, a loving one, one that would move the land and sea to make sure you're comfortable. To make sure that you know they love you. Also cause I'm delulu for Choso and really love him .3.) I wanted to showcase how the reader is insecure about relationships, in general reader is shy, anxious, hesitant, really has a lot of issues with them but honestly, I don't want perfection in the reader, I wanted something a bit more vulnerable. I wanted to write a reader where they hit a point of vulnerability where they need that guidance at some point. Even if they try to hide it. I wrote something that I felt would target someone like me and really just bring a sense of comfort. Where the reader finds comfort in the person who has shown to love her more than anything, even if they're hesitant and well to be honest, a reader where a side of her tells her that she doesn't deserve this, that she's weird and that she doesn't really have trust in other and even in herself. Where in the end her mind tells her she's probably being selfish in allowing herself to indulge in the comfort. When in reality it can be a rewarding feeling, a feeling I believe every person deserves when they find themselves with that person that would move the land and sea for them. I really hope at least one person can relate and well find my work enjoyable. (Or maybe I'm just weird, and sad, and alone ;sob;...) -Anyways I hope you enjoy my writing^^ -Also I didn't proof read it...I'm sorry (AND IM SO SORRY IF IT'S OUT OF CHARACTER!!!) -I'm confusing myself just writing my explanation....]
Two Dead Space x Destiny crossover commissions
catch me once, catch me twice
author:
Seedus
summary:
“Seems like it’s two different abilities. While Akutagawa is under the Mafia’s care and in a coma… Nakahara seems to have simply vanished. He’s nowhere to be found.” Dazai cracks the pen he was holding.
Chuuya Nakahara just turned twenty-four.
Except when he wakes up, he's seventeen.
Or: Yokohama is under attack and Dazai Osamu will become the Demon Prodigy again if it's what it takes to bring Chuuya back.
Me : You're the love of my life and my best friend, I would do anything for you!
@bookaddict05 : I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule.
Me : Absolutely not.
