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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Hi! Can you do ⛑ + ✋ with soft!potective!Steve Rogers please?! Ty:)

Thank you marigoldreamer! I feel this goes really good with the verse from Nomads Mission.

Chris Evans Masterlist

Injured

Warnings- Mentions of blood and injury

"Hey, hey, I got you." You heard Steve mutter gently as his hands swept around you, picking you up bridal style from the rubble you were among.

The pain, it made you hiss as he lifted you, his worried blue eyes shining brightly among his dirt streaked face, worried lines deep in between his eyes. "I know Doll, you can't move though."

"Steve, what happened?" You asked as you sank into the pain, he tried not to jostle you to much as he worked his way out, the air all around you still shrouded in dust and smoke. His nomad suit was torn in places and he limped slightly. "Let me walk, I can walk."

"Baby you can't." He said softly and you frowned as you looked down to see that your thigh was ripped open, deeply. No wonder why he was rushing you out. "We were hit, they targeted us the second we went in the building."

Your memory was hazy, but you recalled Sam yelling in the comms to get out. Steve tried getting to you to shield you with his own body best he could, but it was all happening in seconds. The explosion hit and then the world came tumbling all around on top of you. "Natasha? Sam?" You reached down to put pressure on your thigh, Steve darting out of sight as groups of people started to rush towards the chaos.

"Safe, Natasha never came in and Sam was overhead." Sirens sounded in the distance, you guessed the law or medical, but Steve managed to get you two far enough away and out of sight that they shouldn't follow you. Unless you left a trail of blood behind.

Steve took another sharp turn, into an abandoned building just as you started to get dizzy. "Steve I'm gonna-"

"Just a few more seconds and we will get you patched up." He said in a rush, Sam and Natasha hiding out rushed over while you slumped into Steve's chest.

"We gotta get this to stop bleeding, now."

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You woke to a dark room, surrounded by warmth and comfort. You felt the steady fall and rise of a chest beneath you and an all too familiar hand carding through your hair, fingertips lightly grazing against your scalp as they untangled through your hair.

Beneath your cheek was a soft shirt, worn but again familiar as you let your face press against him and listen to the steadiness of his heart and breathing beneath you. Whoosh whoosh whoosh

Your fingers curled into the fabric, curling into him for a second before you relaxed again, your thigh throbbing now that everything was over and the shock wore off.

A soft hum signified that Steve knew you were awake again, his fingers faltering before resuming the gentle strokes through your hair. "You with me Doll?"

"Yeah, I'm here." You muttered before sliding your hand against his firm belly and hugging loosely around him. "How long was I out?"

"A while, Natasha gave you some painkillers and those always make you sleep good." He said gently, not making a move to get up, but content to let you just wake up in your own time. "How is it?"

"Sore, but I will live." You pushed up a bit, Steve helping maneuver you so you could talk to him easier. "Thank you, for pulling me out. Are you okay Steve? did you get hurt?"

"Doll I saw that roof fall around you and I have never been more scared in my life." Steve cupped your face to have you look at him. "I will go straight into hell to pull you out."

You gave a soft smile, turning your face into his hand and kissing his palm. "I'm okay now that I have you back Y/N."

Send me an Ask to comfort a character

#amber answers #sweater writes #amber writes #nomad steve x reader #steve rogers x reader #tw blood #tw injurt #ask game #comfort asks

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hold-him-down · 1 year

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♟️pleaseeeee!!!!!

♟ - Board games/arts and crafts inside

“You promised you wouldn’t lose on purpose,” Luke teases, smiling in spite of himself. Leo, he suspects, has pulled back. He came in strong, challenging the first three words that Luke tried, but somewhere along the line, it shifted. Luke watches him now, not exactly tense, but less relaxed.

“I’m not losing,” Leo eventually replies, taking him by surprise. Luke’s smile widens, but Leo’s eyes are on the board. He lays his tiles slowly, his brow tight with concentration.

Luke takes a sip of his tea, watching him carefully. Maybe tense was the wrong word. He’s focused. He’s… competitive. He’s smart. But Luke knows all of this already. He suspected it that first time they tried to play, what feels like years ago but really only a few months back, when Leo had lost by a wide margin, playing the worst possible words over and over and over. God, how different it felt now.

“That’s… that’s true,” Luke replies, after too long a silence. Leo’s eyes snap up.

“Sorry,” he says, before Luke can deflect. “I didn’t–” He takes a breath as he studies Luke’s face, carefully selecting his words. “You want this, right?” he eventually asks. “You want… this is okay, that I’m… winning? It’s alright?”

“This is okay, Leo. I won’t go down easy, though,” he teases. They both know he has, in fact, gone down easy. The score differential is… intense, at best. At worst, it’s astronomical. Still, Luke nods, discarding his cup to the side and selecting his letters. “Shext,” he says, placing his tiles.

He catches a glimpse of Leo’s expression and knows he’s in trouble.

“Shext,” Leo mouths, but doesn’t say it out loud. He’s holding back a smile, and Luke knows, for the fourth time, Leo wants to challenge it.

But it’s fucking iron-clad. Right? It’s a word.

Still, Leo has that look, and Luke can’t stop himself from saying, “It is a word.”

Leo is silent, his icy eyes unfocused as he considers it. He moves to grab the pencil, but Luke stops him. “Wait… say it,” he says.

Leo’s smile grows, as much as he tries to keep it at bay. “I don’t have anything to say,” he replies.

“You do. Come on,” Luke urges, “Tell me.”

“Tell you what?”

“Tell me that you think my–” Luke does some shabby mental math and makes up a number “–72-point word is bullshit.”

Leo is silent for a minute, then two. The pencil rolls between his fingers, and his throat bobs as he swallows. When he speaks, his words are soft, but there’s bite behind them. “I think your… 72-point… word is bullshit.”

A noise of faux-indignation comes from Luke before his jaw drops in exaggerated outrage. “It’s a real word! You just don’t hang in the right circles.”

“What is a shext?” Leo asks, emphasizing the word. There’s some rare teasing there. “Define it.”

“It’s a thing! It’s like–” Luke gestures vaguely, and Leo nods, his smile unrelenting. He does know, Luke thinks.

“Use it in a sentence, maybe?”

“Listen–” Luke takes a breath, his fingers itching to pull back his tiles. Leo laughs, then, a sound that’s so rare, but so pure, that Luke can’t help but join him. In the end, Luke stumbles his way through an example, and Leo gives him the points.

It’s still a sweeping victory for Leo, but it doesn’t matter. Luke spends the rest of the game committing Leo’s laugh to his memory, determined to pull it from him more often.

#tada #comfort asks #idk what this is but its here and it's for y'all #happy turkey day eve :)#can i do another #let's not get ahead of ourselves

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sacredthethreadgvf · 1 year

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See this Josh? He’d be able to tell right away you were off, a sweet sweep of his hand against your hip as you flitted past him quickly into the bathroom. A sigh slipping past his lips as he stands and makes his way to the bathroom door, rapping his knuckles lightly against it.

“Kay?” He’d ask, a soft question you’d grown to love. Pulling the door open you’d shake your head a soft frown tugging at your lips as an idea popped into his head. He’d wrap his arms around you and pull you close to him, wanting nothing more than to hug the bad thoughts from you as he whispered something about a blanket and a walk, knowing a quiet walk in the park as you babbled on about your day would help you clear your head.

(I’m so mad bc I typed out a whole ass response and it didn’t post and then disappeared UGH! Anywho…)

Yes omg could you imagine coming home and feeling Joshs head pop over your shoulder asking you to go in a walk? Feeling his fingers graze under your shirt a little bit bc skin to skin contact means so much to him and it’s how he expresses his deepest admiration and love. Imagine holding each others pinky’s while walking through the woods and him randomly picking wildflowers along the trail to give to you when he finally completed a bouquet.

Then coming him him throwing your favorite blanket in the dryer while you’re in the shower, wrapping you up in it on the couch, covering your head and your arms as he places a soft kiss on your forehead telling you he’s making your favorite comfort meal and to not move a muscle. He didn’t tell you but he sprayed his cologne on it and you noticed it immediately. You live the comforting scent of the patchouli and vanilla and you put on your favorite comfort movie/tv show that you know josh secretly might hate but whatever.

And when he brings you the bowl of your favorite food you can’t help but look at him like he holds the stars in the sky. He makes sure he’s touching you of course while you’re sat on the couch together eating in peace. And then when you are finished, he pulls you onto him so you’re lying on top. His fingers grazing down your back from your neck to the top of your butt in slow movements. You begin to fall asleep to the feeling of his fingers on your skin, his chest rising and falling, and the soft hims of your favorite songs coming from his lips …

#josh kiszka #my asks #comfort asks

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whumpcereal · 2 years

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✋ for AU Joe pls?!

au joe, my beloved! here he is, right after he comes home. masterlist available here.

recovery drabble, mama

"Where is he?"

Mama. Joe shifts in the bed, letting his eyes flutter open. It's strange, to wake up in his own bed. After so long with Ivan, it doesn't really feel like his bed at all.

"In the bedroom," Jack says. "I'm sorry that--"

"Is he alright?"

Is he? Joe stretches his legs, kicking them back and forth between the soft cotton sheets. Flannel pants. No silk. No chain. He should be alright, shouldn't he?

"He--" Jack hesitates. "He isn't--he can't--I--"

"What? What is it?"

Joe's never heard his mother so worked up before. He upset her. This is his fault. He closes his eyes again.

"He isn't talking yet," Jack says, his voice low. But Joe still hears. His ears work just fine.

"About--"

"No, at all."

"What?"

"He can. They ran all the tests. He just--isn't."

Marilyn doesn't respond right away. Then, Joe hears her shaky breath. "What did that monster do to my Joey?"

"I don't know," Jack says.

But Jack knows some things. He experienced his own version of hell, after all. And there were some things the doctors didn't need Joe to tell them, and they told Jack. They had to. But Joe doesn't want Jack to know the rest. Joe doesn't want anyone to know. He won't tell. He can't.

"Can I see him?" Marilyn asks.

"You don't have to ask, Mama."

No one has to ask when it comes to Joe. Or maybe they do. But Ivan didn't have to ask, and for a while, it was only Ivan that mattered. Jack tells him that the only thing matters now is that he gets better, but Joe doesn't know what better looks like. Not from this side of things. He doesn't know how to fix himself.

Marilyn's soft powdery scent fills the room, but Joe doesn't turn to look at her. He isn't supposed to. He's supposed to wait. Ivan liked the anticipation.

"Joey-Bear?"

Tears well in Joe's eyes, and he lets them fall. That, he is allowed to do.

"Honey, are you asleep?" Marilyn asks.

She must know he can't answer. That Joe's words are for himself. They're all he has left.

But that isn't true, is it? He's home. He is. Ivan can't take anything else from him. Jack says so.

Joe just has a hard time believing it.

Marilyn sinks to her knees next to the bed, her face coming into a kind of focus on the other side of Joe's tears.

"Oh, Bear," Marilyn murmurs. She starts to reach for him, and then stops, letting her hand hover in midair.

Joe blinks at her. He nods.

Marilyn's thumb finds his cheek, and she wipes his tears away with the same tenderness she used to when he was little and woke from a nightmare. What happened with Ivan--it was its own nightmare, and Joe still isn't sure that he's awake.

"We missed you so much," Marilyn breathes.

Her hand slips over his temple and into his hair, brushing it away from his face. Joe lets his eyes close again.

"My brave boy. My Joey," she murmurs. "I'm so sorry, baby. And I'm so glad you're home."

Joe nods again, tears seeping out from under his eyelids. Marilyn's fingers card through his hair so gently that it almost makes him ache. No one has touched him this way in so long. Jack's been very careful so far, and Joe understands. He shouldn't want to be touched. It doesn't make any sense. He shouldn't. He should flinch and quiver, but he doesn't. Jack is not Ivan. Mama is not Ivan. They love him, really love him. Their touch is a balm, not a weapon.

I love you, Joe thinks. I love you, and I'm sorry. He sighs and leans into his mother's touch.

"I love you too, Bear," Marilyn whispers.

Of course she knows what his heart is saying. Mama always does.

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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soft words of reassurance for bailey (either canon or pariah prisoner version)

Pariah Prisoner, Part 4

So... I'm gonna just... deliberately misuse a comfort prompt in the name of furthering my plotline. Sorry. I promise I'll have more comfort soon. I have Plans. This also serves as my WIJ Day 6 entry for the prompt "Hold On".

Shoutout to anyone who can tell me the two TV shows I referenced here. Bailey is a nerd.

CW: blood, injury, swearing, implied past torture/abuse, (concussion, broken nose, dislocated shoulder already happened and are mentioned), stabbing

Masterlist

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“Okay,” Bailey muttered, trying to gather their thoughts. The scattered ideas felt like stained glass, sharp-edged and glittering. They wanted nothing more than to sit down and think of nothing while waiting for the worst of their pain to pass.

But they couldn’t. Their directions, their powers, were the only things that were going to get the heroes out of here.

There was a job that needed doing, so they would do it. It was as simple and difficult as that.

“Escape Plan A failed,” Bailey said, mostly to themself. “So we’re moving on to Plan D.”

“What happened to B and C?” Foxfire asked.

“Not applicable,” Bailey said. They wanted to make a joke of it, but it wasn’t the time. Anyway, they doubted the heroes would get the reference even if they made it.

“Okay, I’ll bite,” Icarus said. Bailey warily gazed at him, wondering if he was being metaphorical or literal. “What’s Plan D?”

Metaphorical, then. Bailey let out a little sigh of relief. “Plan D is sneaking our way upstairs and going out through a window.”

There was a long moment of silence as Bailey worked on the door’s lock. Eventually, they turned to look at the heroes, who were giving them looks with varying shades of concern and doubt.

“What?” they asked.

“Could you elaborate on that plan?” Tempest asked.

“Because it seems a little…” Foxfire broke off.

Icarus finished for them. “Iffy.”

Oh. Well, that was fair. “There’s a set of service stairs. The lock for them is like this one, set into the wall, so Slipknot didn’t bother to set up cameras for them since they were the only one who could open it.”

The lock was an utter pain in the ass, honestly. It was barely more than a common turn-lock deadbolt, but the placement of it made it very secure. Slipknot could just reach in and turn the thing; Bailey had to work through a good few inches of wall to get at it.

Finally, they got a hold of the knob for the lock and started twisting. As they worked, they continued explaining. “Security is a lot tighter on the lower floors, since, you know, more likely area for breaking in and out. Which is why we’re not going there. There are enough blind spots on the higher levels that we can get to a window.”

The lock finally turned, and Bailey resisted the urge to pump their fist in triumph. They turned to face the heroes.

“The windows are reinforced,” Tempest said. “Shatterproof.”

Bailey gave a little nod. “Yeah. All of them. I have a plan for that too, though. That’s the part where timing is gonna be tricky, because I’ll have to get something, and it’s somewhere that’s monitored. We’ll have a small window of time to break the window and jump out.”

“Um…” Foxfire said. “Gravity?”

“Flight, wind, telekinesis,” Bailey said, pointing to Icarus, Tempest, and themself in turn. “Between the three of us, we should be fine. We don’t need to stop our fall, just slow it.”

Icarus still looked unconvinced, but Tempest just nodded. “Lead on,” he said.

Bailey opened the door, and the group made their way out. Bailey led them through the blindspots they’d mapped to the service stairs. They pressed themselves close to the wall while Bailey opened the locked door.

“If you can open this too, why didn’t Slipknot put surveillance up?” Icarus asked.

“Couldn’t do this originally,” Bailey said, frowning in concentration. The lock was sticking; it probably needed graphite, not that it was likely to get any.

“They don’t know you can open their special locks?” he pushed.

“No,” Bailey said, trying to keep their tone even. He had made them lose their grip on the fucking lock again. “This was self-taught, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The lock finally turned, and they opened the door to the stairs.

Now they just had to go up, and up, and up. Joy.

“How’d you learn, anyway?” Foxfire asked. Their voice was at least something more pleasant to focus on than the echoing clang of the group’s footsteps on the stairs. “It doesn’t look like it’s easy to do, so why bother?”

“Lots of exposure,” Bailey said curtly. Their head (and back, and nose, and… everything, honestly) hurt too much to keep their tone polite.

“Sneaking around behind your boss’s back, Poppet?” Icarus asked snidely.

Bailey couldn’t help but flinch at the name. They resolved that as soon as they were somewhere safe(r), they would tell the heroes their real name. Even if they sided with Icarus and decided to put Bailey down, Bailey was going to go out under their own name.

They weren’t going to remain as what Slipknot had made them into.

“Something like that,” they huffed.

It was the truth… if breaking out of the room they were locked in counted as sneaking behind Slipknot’s back. When they’d moved in, Bailey had only known about the lock on the inside of their door. They didn’t know about the one Slipknot had set into the wall, the one that could override their settings.

And that wasn’t even counting the times Bailey had frequented the cells for various lessons and punishments.

Finally, they reached the floor Bailey needed.

“Is this… a dorm?” Foxfire asked.

“Bigger rooms than your average college dorm, but close enough,” Bailey said. “This is one of the residential floors. There’s a window in the lounge. I just need to get something first.”

“What about other residents?” Tempest asked.

Bailey shook their head. “Not many of them. I wasn’t kidding about these being bigger than your average college dorm. And they shouldn’t be here anyway; this is training time.”

Which, of course, was when they ran into someone.

Viper opened her door just in time to see the four go past. She stared at them.

They stared back.

Viper looked Bailey up and down critically, gaze lingering on their broken nose and stiffly-held shoulder. She seemed to come to a conclusion, and nodded slightly.

“Hm. Seems that what I thought I heard must have been a remnant from that fever dream I was having,” she said, “because I don’t see anything out here.”

Bailey could have cried. Instead, they managed a small, shaky, “Thank you.”

She gave them a crooked smile, showing off her fangs. “I sure hope that my fever dream ends before I have my meeting with Slipknot in…” She checked her watch. “Fifteen minutes. It would be very awkward to have to explain that to them.”

She dropped the pretense and added, “Go. Get out of here.”

“Thank you,” Bailey added fervently, then led the heroes off at a run.

They got to Bailey’s room, and Bailey frantically started looking for what they needed.

“Come on, come on, I know I didn’t get rid of it, where the fuck did I put it after last time…” Bailey muttered under their breath as they pulled out drawers in their dresser.

“What the fuck was that?” Icarus demanded. “You said there wouldn’t be anyone here!”

“Said there shouldn’t, not wouldn’t,” Bailey corrected. “Forgot that Viper is on bedrest and isn’t at training. And that was our new time limit.”

“Honor among villains?” Foxfire suggested.

Bailey gave a half-hearted smile. “Something like that.”

Viper was one of the villains on the team who was halfway decent. She followed Slipknot��s orders, but she never went beyond the minimum necessary damages in training or on missions. Of all the people they could have run into during this escape attempt, she was probably the best option.

Bailey continued tearing through their room as they looked; it wasn’t as though it mattered if they made a mess, after all. They wouldn’t be coming back.

“What are you looking for?” Tempest asked. “Could we help?”

Bailey shook their head. “No, it’s— ugh, why do I still have that— it’s small, you won’t be able to help. It’s a necklace.”

“How’s that gonna help?” Icarus asked skeptically.

“It’s a diamond,” Bailey said.

Foxfire made a noise of agreement. “Not tougher than crystallized carbon,” they said.

Bailey smiled. They should have guessed Foxfire was a nerd.

“That won’t work,” Icarus said. “The force you’d have to put behind it—”

Bailey cut him off. “I can do it.”

He scoffed.

Bailey turned to glare at him. “This isn’t just your life on the line here; it’s mine, too. I’m not playing around. So unless you have a better idea? You’re gonna have to go with what I’ve got.”

They turned back to searching as Icarus gaped at them. They knew they still had it; they’d checked when they made this backup plan. And even before that, they wouldn’t have gotten rid of it. Slipknot had it made from one of the diamonds they’d stolen in the heist that led to Icarus’s intervention. It was both promise and threat, and Slipknot made sure that they wore it to every fancy occasion.

It wasn’t a collar, but it was a claim of ownership just the same.

Bailey finally found the necklace, and the group made their way to the lounge to make their improvised exit. The heroes cleared the furniture away from the window. Bailey held the diamond necklace in place with their powers, then struck it like a hammer against a chisel.

The reinforced glass spiderwebbed out from the impact.

“Well, well,” came a horribly familiar voice from behind them. “I have to admit, I didn’t quite expect this.”

Bailey turned to see Slipknot flanked by several other villains, including Viper.

They’d run out of time.

The ensuing fight was as vicious as it was chaotic. The villains weren’t holding back, using blows meant to maim or kill. Bailey did their best, but they were already at a disadvantage with their concussion and injured shoulder. Add to that the worry of protecting the heroes, as well? They didn’t really have a chance.

A stray blow sent the broken glass flying from its frame, and Bailey took their chance. “Go, go, go!” they shouted, practically pulling the heroes out the window with them as they jumped. Something cold hit Bailey’s side, but they didn’t have time to think about it. They were falling.

All of Slipknot’s sadistic training about heights paid off. With the help of Icarus and Tempest, Bailey was able to get all four of them to the ground safely.

And then they collapsed to one knee. Why… why weren’t their legs working?

They looked down to their side, where they’d felt the impact of something cold. The handle of a knife sprouted from their skin like a weed.

That’s not supposed to be there, Bailey thought.

Like a weed, they plucked it from where it wasn’t supposed to be.

That was when the pain truly set in. Bailey gasped at the sudden intensity of it, falling to their hands and knees under the unrelenting onslaught.

Suddenly Foxfire was there, hands warm against Bailey’s skin. They pressed against the wound, making the pain worse. Why were they making it worse? Bailey groaned and tried to push them away, but was too weak.

Foxfire was shouting, but Bailey had trouble focusing on the words. The hero’s face softened with something like… concern? What were they concerned about? Had one of the heroes gotten hurt?

“No, no, Poppet, look at me,” Foxfire said. “Look at me, there you go, keep your focus on me. You’re gonna be okay, just hang on. Hang on!”

Bailey smiled weakly. They rasped, “Bailey.”

“What? Don’t worry about anyone else, just keep looking at me. You’re okay; we’re gonna get you to our medic, just hang on, Poppet.”

Bailey shook their head. “Not Poppet. It’s Bailey.”

Their eyelids were so heavy, far too heavy to keep open. They smiled as their eyes slid shut. “My name is Bailey.”

They were going to go out under their own name, after all.

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I don't kill my characters, don't kill me please! (Exceptions may apply to irredeemable whumpers. Of which I am not one. Again, please don't kill me.)

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anneimaginesundertale · 1 year

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🧵 Thread: What is a recent creative project that you are proud of? How about Rus?

Rus: Uh, well, I've been working on a few things. I did a few paintings for Boss and Trashy's new house, and I'm working on some stuff for Christmas presents. *he blushes*

#sf papyrus #comfort asks

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quietly-by-myself · 2 years

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more comfort for briac !! : 🥰 - Post-nightmare cuddles + 🧣 - A fluffy blanket

Welcome back Briac comfort anon! (These asks!)

(this is after Silvanus starts to walk again)

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Now that Silvanus spent all his time in the same room as Briac, he was beginning to notice more and more eccentricities in his newly bonded fae creature.

One of these oddities was Briac's habit of waking up in the middle of the night, multiple times. At first, Silvanus had written it off as Briac being a poor sleeper. Maybe fae creatures didn't sleep through the night like humans did? Or maybe they were more alike than they seemed. Silvanus was always a light sleeper. In the great "before" that had made him a good Keeper.

However, one night, Silvanus began to understand why Briac always woke up at night.

He awoke to Briac crying quietly, clearly trying his best not to wake Silvanus up.

"Briac?" His voice was sleepy as he looked over to his companion - the one who'd saved his life.

"I'm sorry." Briac's voice was broken whisper. Silvanus' heart ached as he watched Briac sit up slowly. "I can go somewhere else."

"No, no. Please don't." Silvanus sat up slowly and pulled his storage trunk out from under his bed. From it, he pulled a thick, comfortable blanket.

"Come sit with me, Briac."

Briac immediately obliged. He crossed the small distance, tripping a bit on his storage trunk. Silvanus caught him the best he could, then wrapped Briac in the blanket, giving him a big hug.

"It's okay. Do you want to tell me what had you so frightened?"

"Nightmares." Briac leaned into Silvanus' hug, allowing himself to relax a bit and cry. "They come every night. I try not to wake you up."

"I don't mind if you do. We're connected, Briac. If you're upset, I am too. It's okay. I'd never be mad at you for that sort of thing." He rubbed the back of Briac's head tenderly. "I never sleep well, anyway. Long before you made the pact. I'm just an incredibly light sleeper."

Briac nodded, but Silvanus knew that he didn't believe him. He wrapped Briac tighter in that blanket. It had always been one of his favorites for its warmth and weight. Maybe it wasn't the fluffiest and was a little older, but it was more comforting than any other blanket he'd found.

"The blanket smells good."

Briac pulled it up to his nose.

"It's one of my favorites. I take good care of it." Silvanus looked Briac in the eyes for a moment. "What's mine is yours now. If you ever need to talk about those nightmares, please wake me up."

Briac nodded faintly, seeing the conviction in Silvanus' eyes. Of course, the bond would tell him that Silvanus was telling nothing but the earnest truth.

#comfort asks #briac #smoke salt and asbestos #asks #whump #whump writing #silvanus too i guess

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colourofthekites · 2 years

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Fave piece of clothing?

Fave comfort show?

Aside from my undies, probably my fleece hoodie which has just come out of wardrobe retirement😊

Fave comfort show: stuff like Bake Off and Drag Race UK is fun (had to give two there!)

#shetheyslay #comfort asks #thank you!!

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sweet-faerie-mossbell · 2 years

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🌿 Herb, 🥛 Milk, 🍯 Honey, 🍑 Peach, 🐓 Chicken, 🐝 Bee, ⛰️ Mountains

🌿 Herb: What is a scent you find relaxing?

Mint, or citrus smells are my favourite, sometimes in the summer I put mint essential oil around my skylight so that the air all smells like mint whenever it's open, as an added bonus it keeps wasps out.

🥛 Milk: What is a food you find comforting when you are sad?

Chocolate, or sometimes wine which is more of a crutch it's true, but hey, that's life.

🍯 Honey: What is one thing you like about yourself?

My creativity, I love making things and having a creative outlet and the imagination to go with it.

🍑 Peach: What is a color that makes you smile?

Green

🐓 Chicken: What is a comfort movie/show for you?

When I am sad I like watching Grey's Anatomy probably because it does a lot to help me feel and when I'm sad I need to process the emotions.

🐝 Bee: What is a video game that you find comforting?

Animal crossing or the Sims franchise, something I can build in or explore in.

⛰️ Mountains: Would you rather live in the mountains, city, beach, or the forest?

Forest, being out in them grounds the fuck out of me and that's wonderful.

Thank you so much for the asks!

#ask games #comfort asks

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inkskinned · 9 months

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because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

#almost wrote the champagne line as ''effervescent'' but legit could not write it without saying ''effervescent like a snail''#ah tumblr...#writeblr #warm up #idk . having trouble writing rn #ps i don't like to talk about it . it is my medical information. but before you ask. yes this is about being on the spectrum #i really don't like when ppl make my writing about how im [whatever ID]. i want it to ring true for the people who it rings true for #i don't want it to be like ''awwwww look at this person!!! she's the EXCEPTION!!! :)" .....#no.... not really.....#idk something gross happens whenever i admit to certain conditions and i turn into like inspiration p*rnography #like yes they actually let us use keyboards these days #furthermore i just... dont feel comfortable talking about this part of me. i had too bad of a childhood. adhd is one thing...#this one im like. still coming to terms with. which is like. my own journey.#idk. just please be kind. some things are more private than others. this one feels private to me.#i do not know how to help others w/this . and i do not know how to help myself. i will talk about it if im ever ready. idk if that will #actually ever happen #ty in advance i love u im kissing you we are kissing somewhere on the spectrum

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melmov · 1 month

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I cast: curse of the eldest (can’t ask for help)

#dick grayson #nightwing #jason todd #red hood #dc #art #my art #digital art #fanart #dick has eldest daughter syndrome #cant ask for help or burden anyone but will always be there for everyone else #Jason sees right through him but he doesn’t know how to make someone feel comfortable with being open #ugh I have so many feels #I’m about to make dick and Damian art because me and my youngest siblings are closest and idk how to even talk to the others

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sweater-daddiesdumbdork · 1 year

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Can I have 🙃 and ☺ with bodyguard Steve please.

Hey babes! I hope you like this snippet of Bodyguard Steve comforting reader. Thank you so much for sending this.

Chris Evans Characters Masterlist

Breaking

Warnings- Reader loses someone she loves.

"No... please no." You said into your cell phone, feeling your vision waver as the news sunk in. You couldn't wrap your mind around what your father was telling you, on the phone of all ways.

I'm sorry Princess, but she fell asleep and never woke up. I have a meeting I have to get to, but I wanted to make sure you heard before someone else told you.

Then he hung up the phone, you were unable to say anything in those moments, the shock making you quiver as tears started to blur everything in sight. She was really gone and you never got to say goodbye.

"Y/N? Sweetheart, we gotta get ready for..." Steve stepped into your sewing room, prepared to help you get ready for a function you committed to, helping the models with clothing changes and they were willing to feature a few of your dresses as part of promoting upcoming designers. He paused seeing you, his gaze sweeping over you in a second before he moved forward to cup your face in his hands, making you focus on him, really looking at him through the tears. "Babygirl, what's wrong?"

It was all so overwhelming as you stared up at your concerned bodyguard when your father couldn't give you this, Steve always could. You fell into him, a sob breaking from you to be muffled in his chest and the strongest arms circled you to hold you to him, letting you do just what you really needed to do.

You needed to break. Your tears soaked in his pristine dress shirt and your cries of heartbreak absorbed into his chest while he held you. "I got you Doll." He muttered into your hair. "It's okay, let it all out."

Steve was still unaware of what was happening, but you needed him to do just this, he would let you drown him in your tears if that's what it would take. He scooped you into his arms, cradling you against him while he sat down. Allowing you to lope your arms around his neck and be held protected in his arms while he kept whispering reassurances to you, that it was all okay to break with him.

Send an Ask to comfort a character

#amber answers #ask games #comfort asks #bodyguard steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x reader #tw loss

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beybuniki · 9 days

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boys learning about healthy communication

#soo mayn more conflicts to come but they are willing to talk things out!! they are equipped to talks things out!!!#i just know deku does sth dumb and bakugo does his breathing excercises and then asks deku why he did that #i jjust know bakugo notices he pissed deku off and he can express that he wants to talk things out #i just know deku feels comfortable enoguh to be the childish 7 sulking one :)#i just know [static noise]#amazing #bnha #deku #midoriya izuku #bakugo katsuki #they're supposed to be 2nd years in these but they look really young sorry #idk how to make them look 17-18

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the-phantom-peach · 3 months

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“for her”

-🍃

the burden of failure and fear of disappointment. sometimes ya just gotta keep it to yourself

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wolfeyedwitch · 2 years

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since i sent a bad things happen bingo for bailey it's only fair to them that i send something nice too... 🤗+🧣?

🤗 - A warm hug

🧣 - A fluffy blanket

CW: past torture, touch starved whumpee

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Zera volunteered to get Bailey settled after the horrifying mix-up that was inviting them to training. All the heroes were frazzled, but their feelings about the situation were secondary to Bailey's.

See, to the heroes, training meant, well, training. To Bailey's former teammates, "training" was apparently a code word for "torture". Or at least, near enough to make no real difference. They only learned of this when Bailey showed up to training, pale-faced and trembling, and expected to be used as target practice.

Every time Zera thought they had all of Bailey's triggers figured out, they somehow managed to trip right into another one. Fuck Slipknot and their sadistic cronies.

"Is Tempest angry?" Bailey asked, voice tiny. "That I disrupted your training?"

Zera took a slow breath before answering that. They wanted to scream, to punch Slipknot in the face, to go back in time and prevent these horrible things from ever happening to Bailey in the first place. Since none of those options were helpful, they had to choose something a little more constructive.

"Bailey, can I hug you?" they asked.

Bailey looked startled, but nodded after a moment's pause.

Zera wrapped their arms around Bailey, pulling them in tight. They were just a bit taller than the former villain, letting them encircle Bailey like they could be their shield.

Bailey stiffened at the initial contact, then melted. How long had they gone without any kind touch?

"Tempest isn't mad at you," Zera said into Bailey's hair. "None of us are mad at you."

"But... you are mad," Bailey managed, voice muffled from where their face was buried in Zera's shoulder.

"Of course we are, but not at you," Zera said. "We're mad at Slipknot, at all the villains who called themselves your teammates. We're mad at what happened to you."

"Oh," Bailey said.

Zera pulled back from the hug enough to look Bailey in the eye. "You did nothing wrong," they said. "I know that's hard to believe, so I'll repeat it as often as you need. This isn't your fault, we aren't mad at you, and you did nothing wrong."

Bailey's lips trembled. "Pretty sure I've done a lot wrong," they said.

"Not today; not here," Zera replied.

"Oh," Bailey said again.

Zera got the feeling that further attempts to convince Bailey on the matter wouldn't go over well, so they dropped the subject.

"You wanna watch something?" they asked instead. "We've got a bunch of movies; we could find something light-hearted."

Bailey nodded. "I... I'd like that."

Zera grinned, expression a little wobbly. "Great. How about you pick something out, and I'll grab some snacks?"

Bailey nodded.

As they sat together on the couch, sharing a fluffy blanket between them, Zera found themself paying more attention to Bailey than to the movie. Today had been rough; it was another unexpected difficulty in Bailey's recovery. Doubtless there would be more nasty surprises along the road.

It was worth it, to see Bailey as relaxed and comfortable as they were right then.

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