#comfort fluff

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi suzu! Your fluff is so wonderful I came to request some haha. I think scara coming home to his darling all cosy wrapped up in his big harbinger coat would be really cute if would please and thank you <3

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Comfort fluff cause I am feeling really down. Set somewhere in Snezhnaya I suppose.

Scaramouche had to admit, it was always hard leaving you behind. You looked so cute asking to come with him before he left for the day. Normally, he brought you along, he didn't much like being separated from you.

You grounded him. You were his sanity.

"It's too cold for you today," He'd grumbled, turning to you at the door. He took his Harbinger jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You were a delicate human, humans got cold easily. And his Harbinger jacket was more like decoration anyhow since he didn't feel the cold.

Scaramouche kept the image of the way you blushed, pulling his Harbinger jacket around you in his head. You'd wrapped it around you comfortingly, like it was the only connection to him until he came back to you.

It always sent him reeling that you love him, and would always be waiting for him to come back. The way your lips lingered on his when he kissed you goodbye made him feel weak in the knees.

Human.

You are his precious, perfect darling. As strong as you were, it was just too cold for you and he didn't want to risk injury to the only gift Celestia had granted him in exchange for bearing with the shitty hand he'd been dealt in life.

He departed reminding you to keep the fire going because it was supposed to snow all day and night. Scaramouche more than felt your absence down to his very joints. The way you said you would miss him, the sincerity in your tone, it echoed through his eyes as he worked.

You weren't there to support and praise him (and stroke his ego) for finishing the mission successfully. His legs couldn't have carried him back to the safehouse fast enough.

When he walked through the door and saw you, Scaramouche wondered if this was what humans meant when they said they could breathe again. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw you, curled up on the bed with his Harbinger jacket still draped over your shoulders.

Waiting for him of all people.

"Scara, you are back," You greeted, your eyes lighting up as he brushed the snow off of his hat. You immediately got off the bed and went to him. "You must be so cold, come closer to the fire." Your eyes always had a way they lit up just for him.

Where did you even come from, anyways? You always treated him like he was human.

His cheeks suddenly flushed. Sometimes, it hurt to look at you, but in a good way. Especially when you looked so cute, so unbelievably cute in his Harbinger jacket.

The only purpose his jacket served for him was making you cuter, and it always delivered.

"Huh? Do you have a fever?" You asked, putting your hand on his forehead.

Scaramouche scoffed, and gently batted your hand away. He promptly put his hat on your head, shielding your eyes from the shy blush on his cheeks. "Hush, come sit by the fire with me," He said, motioning for you to follow him as he sat on the floor in front of the fire.

Of course you'd seen the blush on his cheeks. The smile on your face was evidence of that.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #fem!reader #genshin fluff #soft scara #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #comfort fluff

[bakubunny]

daddy’s right here

pairing: daddy!pro hero bakugou x little!fem reader

wc: 1.0k

summary: katsuki finds you sleeping with a pacifier one morning. he tries to figure out his feelings and eventually tells you it’s okay.

tags: aged up characters, daddy!bakugou, pro hero!bakugou, little!reader, fem!reader, caregiver/little dynamic, age play, comfort fluff, bkg is a softie he’s just bad at it

a/n: another shoutout to @heartofjasmina. i’d never even considered writing daddy!bakugou until i saw them write him so well. though i don’t see him having a natural inclination towards cg/l, this is how i think it might come about if it did.

Katsuki came over to yours in the early morning after a long night shift with flowers. He hadn’t had much time to see you lately, and he was aching to be in your presence. So, exhausted and still in his hero costume, he made it happen. His plan was to surprise you with a spotless kitchen and a hot breakfast.

He trimmed the flower stems, put them in a vase, and was about to quietly set them on your dresser when he saw you knocked out cold with a large lavender pacifier between your lips, hanging halfway out. His stomach and his cheeks burned hot. Katsuki’s first instinct was to run a hand over your head, but he didn’t. He backed out quietly and left the flowers in the kitchen before taking a shower to clear his head.

******

A pacifier. A fucking pacifier. What the hell was he supposed to make of that?

Katsuki sighed with furrowed brows as he took another sip of coffee. Eijirou sat with him in their shared kitchen.

“I know you will, but just… try to be gentle,” he said. “Having had these conversations in a relationship myself - and having them go very poorly - she’s probably gonna be pretty embarrassed, and she may get scared and try to hide it from you.”

Katsuki nodded, staring into his coffee as steam curled from the cup.

“Littles can be pretty sensitive, and they get misunderstood, so-”

“What can be huh?” Katsuki spat out. He hadn’t meant it to sound harsh, but he was struggling to grapple with everything.

Eijirou gave him an empathetic look. “Littles. Age play. That’s what it’s called. It could be age regression which is kinda different, but only she can tell you which it is.”

“I’m gonna fuck this up so bad,” Katsuki groaned. “I don’t have a fucking clue about any of this….”

He’d really only told Eijirou because he knew his best friend might have insight. At some point during their early days as roommates, Katsuki came home early to see Eijirou wearing a fucking collar. It led to a few awkward conversations and a lot of questions on Katsuki’s part, but it made living together easier when they were able to be open with each other.

“I’ll tell you what I know, but looking online is gonna be a bigger help,” Eijirou said. “Honestly, bro, it might not go as badly as you think. I know you like to pretend you’re not, but you’re a bit of a softie. And it’s obviously something she really likes about you. Just be yourself. Show that you’re not rejecting her. That’ll be enough.”

“Yeah. Yeah…” he replied with another nod.

Eijirou had that look on his face that Katsuki hated - like he’d figured something out before Katsuki did, but wasn’t going to say it. Ei was terrible at hiding anything.

“The fuck is that look for? Why are you staring at me like that? It’s fucking weird,” Katsuki said defensively.

For once, Eijirou didn’t try to deny it. He shook his head with a grin. “You’ll figure it out, Kats.”

Katsuki felt hot again, and he hated it. “Fuck off, man,” he said as he stood up and downed the last of his mug. “I’m gonna go workout.”

******

Sitting next to you on the couch was supposed to be relaxing, but Katsuki’s body felt grossly heavy. His heart was in his throat. He had to get this over with.

“Hey, angel, can we talk?” Katsuki asked. He felt your body go stiff under his arm. “‘S not bad.”

You relaxed only slightly. Maybe it was a shift in the air, but something had been hanging over Katsuki for a couple of weeks. And he’d been acting differently, too - making an effort to be sweeter, more loving. It was strange, and at this point you had to wonder if something was wrong.

“Of course, always. What’s up?”

“So - the other day when, um, breakfast. Uh. I made breakfast. And I bought flowers n shit. I was gonna leave them on your dresser like always. And I… I saw your-”

Fear struck through your heart and your eyes went wide. Your stomach was in knots. You’d thought it was odd he hadn’t left them where he usually does, but didn’t think much of it at the time. Now it made you feel sick.

“Oh my gosh I’m so sorry, it won’t happen again, I promise,” you said. “You don’t have to say anything, I know it’s really weird and I don’t want you to be uncomfortable and-”

Hot tears were already springing into the corners of your eyes as Katsuki took your face in his hands and kissed you.

“Stop fuckin’ talkin’,” he said. He pulled you onto his lap facing him and pulled you in again tenderly. When the kiss broke, he wrapped his arms around you and took refuge in your shoulder, much like you did in his. He squeezed you tightly and took a deep breath.

“I don’t… I don’t understand a lot of this shit, but I’m tryin’ to. I want to. I been doin’ a ton of reading and - and I wanted to tell you it’s okay. I’m okay with it,” Katsuki said. His voice fell to a mumble, barely audible. “You - Y’don’t have to be scared, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.”

Your cheeks burned. Your heart pounded. “W-what did you say?”

Katsuki called you a lot of things. Babygirl was not one of them.

He pulled away with a sigh, eyes shut tight.

“I said it‘s okay. It doesn’t bother me,” he repeated.

“No, the other part,” you replied.

Katsuki’s hands gripped a little tighter as his eyes met yours. “You don’t have to be scared. I’m not goin’ anywhere.”

“But… d-… daddy?” you said hesitantly. You watched his face turn red.

He hadn’t been entirely sure about it before, but he was now. The sweet cadence of your voice and the tentative look in your eye grabbed his heart, and he was hooked.

“Yeah,” he replied. “That’s right, babygirl, you heard me. Daddy’s right here.”

banner made by @cafekitsune.

#aged up characters #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #millennialmagicalgirl #x reader #fem!reader #little!reader #daddy!bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou x you #comfort fluff #tw age play

[coriolantha]

‧˚₊•୨ Patience ୧•‧₊˚⊹

mike schmidt x GN! reader

summary: mike comforts you after you've had a long day₊˚⊹:˚｡⋆୨୧˚

tags: fluff, mike being a sweetheart (as always), anxiety, reader has bad self image, insecurities, reader is overwhelmed and needs a break (so real), hugging, cuddling, comfort

wc: 1.1k

notes: hii this is my first fic i've posted on here. ngl i'm... scared. im not proud of this but i can't scrap it this time otherwise i'm never gonna get anything posted LMAO. please leave any criticism in the comments if you'd like, feel free to share any opinions, i want to improve the quality of my writing! thank you sm for reading! 🫶

today has been punishing.

rain trickled down the foggy window, making soft tapping sounds as they hit and fell, reluctantly racing down to gather in the weep holes. the rough, scratchy carpet beneath you beginning to burn as you shuffled around your desolate home.

exhausted, you gave up trying to distract yourself from your main task; your bedroom.

your eyes darted around your cluttered room, glossing over as you noticed every individual piece of clothing that wasn't hung up, organized, and neatly put away. you began to have a headache thinking about where to even begin. you felt like a filthy slob, your surroundings perfectly reflecting how you've felt all day.

you flicked the lights off, the warmly lit room now becoming pitch black, except for the small gleam of light that came through the open door. you sat on your bed, absentmindedly kicking your various pants and t-shirts away from you to give yourself some room to lay down.

mike wouldn't be back home for a while now. it was only 12:45am, which gave you 5 hours and 25 minutes to attempt to sleep before having to get ready for your office job... which would leave little to no time to spend with mike.

fuck mondays.

turning over to your side, you hugged your knees, shivering. no amount of blankets could fix how cold you felt. the truth was, you missed your boyfriend; longing for his cozy hugs and soft, gentle kisses he'd press against your cheek as he consoled you.

you missed him more than anything in the world.

with a blink, the tears that have been collecting in your eyes came down your flushed face at once. laying there, you accepted your pitiful reality, slowly drifting off into unwanted slumber, in solitude.

the time was around 2am when you felt a dip into the bed. panicking, you quickly awoke, shuffling to sit up as fast as possible. although you didn't know of the time, something felt off. mike wasn't supposed to be home yet, that's for sure.

panic turned into confusion as you heard mike, obviously feeling guilty for having jumpscaring you so badly.

"oh, shit- baby, it's me," he whispered apologetically, reaching his hand out to cup your cheek. turning on the dim lamp, he quickly turned back to face you. his eyes bore into yours, scanning to make sure you were going to be alright.

all day he was desperate to see your face, even after his shorter-than-usual-shift. mike couldn't get enough of your perfection, although you always brushed him off whenever he ever mentioned this to you.

he noticed your terrified expression which started to wear off, beginning to blend into relief.

"it's just me... you don't need to worry about anything, okay? i'm right here, no one's gonna hurt you," he muttered, leaning over to press a chaste kiss on your lips, lingering longer than usual.

weight lifted off your shoulders as you began to put pieces together. now, all you needed was an answer to your burning question.

"mike, why did you come home so early? did something happen?" you asked anxiously, looking right back at your boyfriends affectionate, adoring eyes.

"oh, sweetheart..." he soothed, "i got let out early today. nothing worth worrying about. i guess they didn't need me as much as i thought they did," he let out a quick, dry laugh, shaking his head dismissively.

"fuck, i've missed you all day, i'm so damn glad i could leave that job early. anything to see you, my love," he cooed, brushing a strand of hair out of your face, delicately tucking it behind your ear

you were in awe; it was a miracle he came home early, especially today. you were fighting to hold your tears back, mouth quivering as you bit your bottom lip. mike noticed your change in emotion immediately.

"hey hey hey," he whispered urgently, quickly grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze, "what's wrong?" his voice drowned in concern.

"i did nothing all day. the only thing i've done is just stand around and... thought of doing something, but i couldn't. i was so tired, but of what? like, why didn't i clean our room? and the worst part is, you have to come home, tired as hell, ready to go to sleep, only to see your messy room and your partner who still hasn't done anything about it," you quavered, sniffling softly as warm tears fell from your eyes.

mike said nothing, but you could sense how hurt he felt after you talked so badly about yourself. he sighed, laying down on the plush mattress. he patted his chest, inviting you to rest your head there. you did so immediately, closing your eyes as you listened closely to his heart beat.

"you know i love you, right?" he asked gently. you stayed quiet, knowing he wasn't expecting an answer.

"i love everything about about you. but the only thing i don't love is how badly you talk of yourself. i hate it. it doesn't make any sense to me," he stressed, stroking your hair soothingly.

"so what if our room is messy? i don't think about that when i come home. all i think about is how i can finally be with you. i'm not going to let some clothes on the floor get in the way of us, ever. or anything, in fact."

you nodded in agreement silently, your tears dry on your cheeks.

"we can tackle this room together. we can do this however you want- i can pick up your clothes while you organize them into whichever area they go to, and i'll pick up my clothes too, but you won't have to organize that, i'll take care of it. how does that sound?" he asked delicately.

you instantly felt a huge weight lift off your shoulders.

"thank you so much, mike. you don't know how much i needed you today," you exhaled, "really."

he looked down lovingly at you, curled up beside him. he kissed your head tenderly, rubbing up and down your back.

goosebumps spread across your arms. you felt so loved and safe.

"the real question is," you suddenly asked, "how are you so perfect? were you made in a factory or something?"

"says you," he laughed, holding you tighter.

the two of you basked in the love you had for one another for a while. no words were exchanged, only him occasionally rubbing his thumb against your arm, while you began to doze off, which caught his attention.

"want me to turn the light off?"

you nodded, wrapping your arm around his stomach.

he turned over once more, pulling the cord of the lamp light, the room now pitch black.

"i love you," he whispered, turning to his side a little more so he could be pressed closer against you.

"i love you too, mike. always," you mumbled back, the two of you drifting off to sleep.

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dividers by @f-loqweres 🫶

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[nanaminsnecktie]

NANAMI KENTO

FANFICTION #4

Tags: angst to fluff | comfort fic | mentions emotional abuse | mentions childhood wounds | SFW

Jujutsu Kaisen Fiction

Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

He lets out a long breath. Memories he has long suppressed start to rise to the surface. But looking in your kind, open eyes, he knows he can trust you.

"My childhood was... lonely," he admits. "My father was always distant and strict. He pushed me constantly to study and achieve. There was little room for joy."

He pauses, collecting his thoughts. You squeeze his hand reassuringly.

"I found happiness in little things," he continues. "A flower blooming in the garden. The smell of rain. But those moments were fleeting."

He meets your gaze. "My father never showed affection. I longed for a kind word or hug, but never received one. Over time, I stopped wanting."

He sighs. "So you see, I have little experience of love. What we have is new to me."

He touches your cheek. "But with you, I feel alive again. You have awoken parts of me I thought were dead."

He gazes at you with pained looks in his eyes. "So in a way, I am like a child learning to love for the very first time. I can be distant at times and lack the emotional connection you crave. I’m really sorry for ev-“

“Shh, hey it’s okay, baby..” you hug him tightly before he finishes his sentences. "We'll learn together."

He holds you close, grateful beyond words for your warmth, your love, your kindness. For the first time, he has hope that the wounds of his childhood may truly heal.

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[dd122004dd]

Hiii!!! How are you?

I'm really sorry to bother you, I hope you're fine, I really don't know if your requests are open or not, but I don't lose anything by asking, right?

I wanted to know if you would be willing to write something for Ardeth Bay, it can be super fluffy or hurt/comfort, whichever option you choose will be fine with me.

Your account is one of the very few where I have found content for Ardeth.

If you don't want to write it, that's fine too. Thank you very much for your time, I hope you had a good week❤🤗

Scented Flowers & Sweet Melodies

A/N: Hello dear requester! Thank you for sending in this request! It was a pleasure writing it. Yes, my requests are open, I hadn't realised that people didn't know that and will make sure to include it in a more visible place.

Summary: The night Imhotep was imprisoned, the world was thrown into turmoil. With the future being so uncertain Ardeth seeks refuge with the person who beings him comfort, his wife.

Warnings: None

An air of despair echoed through the palace as the sandy dunes of the desert choked with grief. The dark night, all-encompassing the land of Egypt as the dark priest was entombed. His screams carried through the cool night’s air, through the desolate lanes of Egypt, miles away from Hamunaptra.

The palace was thrown in a state of turmoil that only settled in the earlier hours of the morning. The sun had not arisen on the dark night yet as a lone Medjai snuck from the palace, cautiously disguised as he silently walked through the streets of the city, looking for a destination in particular.

Through the tranquil streets of the kingdom were so quiet that he could almost forget the horrors he had witnessed that night, as if the silence would possibly drown out the screams of the high priest and his servants. As a Medjai he’d seen war, plague and death yet to be submitted to such a torturous curse, no matter how well-deserving, tugged at the more empathetic part of him. He also knew when morning came the world would be thrown into turmoil when the morning came, he was afraid of the future and it's potential consequences.

Before he was able to chase that train of thought he noticed that he was in front of a familiar stone house. It was small as compared to the other houses in the area, yet it was no less spacious and foundationally strong. The Medjai silently entered the house, ensuring not to make too much noise at the risk of waking up the inhabitant of the house.

Walking through the entrance hall he peered around the reception-room. It was tastefully decorated yet it radiated a sense of warmth from the hand-embroidered cushions that he knew she’d taken months to complete to the low tables that were made comfortable for their guests. The walls were decorated with tapestries that had been either gifted to them or that she wove. The soft scent of incense filled his senses, it was one of her favorites, a delicate floral scent that he’d never been able to quite place, yet it always reminded him of her.

Moving through the home, he made his way to the living room. It was larger than the reception room yet still, it reflected her personality. The room had touches of her sprinkled around. He saw well-loved furniture that they’d spent many moments on, talking, embracing, making love. The small and large jars scattered across the room with contents varying from incense to flowers. Beautifully woven textiles covered the floor and comfortable stools were scattered across the room, with a small table on one end.

After a few moments of looking around he finally made it towards their bedroom. He paused for a moment, taking in the sight before him. She was sprawled on their wooden bed, her hair tussled as her chest rose and fell. He remembered she hated the hard wood of the bed so she used extra layers of reed and soft cushions in order to fall asleep. He found her endearing and heart-warming.

He laid down his weapon on one of the storage cabinets before moving towards the bed. He tried maneuvering himself into her pillow-laden heaven without waking her yet he was unsuccessful and he found himself staring into her confused eyes.

“Ardeth?” she whispered, confusion filling her tone, “I thought you’d not be home for a few more nights. Is everything okay?”

At her inquiry he was unable to hold back his emotions. Within their home, in their bed, surrounded by the soft haven his wife had created he finally allowed himself to shed his harsh exterior, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability.

As tears ran down his face, she merely embraced him unquestioningly, bringing his body closer to hers till he laid against her stomach, muffling his sobs as she ran her hand through his matted curls. She softly hummed to him, it felt familiar, almost nostalgic.

As his sobs slowly died down, he raised his head towards his wife, his blessing from Hathor herself, he slowly moved upwards till his forehead touched hers. He simply muttered a small ‘thank you’ before tucking himself against the crook of her neck and finding some much-needed peace. He knew that the world would soon demand his presence and his duties would call him away but for that moment he couldn’t bring himself to care. For a single selfish moment, he found peace within a pillow-y haven with scented flowers and a sweet melody that carried him through his dreams.

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[blackpanda48]

He can be beautiful

Lie's of P fanfiction/ Pinocchio x fem!Reader

Notes: little fluff and yeah it's spicy🔥♥️

It is already late at Hotel Krat. The evening is your favourite time, when everyone comes to rest. Soft tones chime from the gramophone. As you stand in front of it, admiring the beautiful music, you notice a presence behind you.It is Pino, short for Pinocchio.

His hand lifts slightly, blue-grey orbs shifting over you form, you notice how he lingers. Almost hesitantly as if he wants to ask you something? You grab his hand with a little smile on your lips. Will you ask him for a dance?

Reader: Will you dance with me Dear?

Pino: shyly Sure... It would be my pleasure.

The music changes, now a waltz. Pino begins to move, taking you, his hand, as your own. His movements are slow... Yet so certain. He holds you close, eyes focused on your face.

You notice he's looking at you. You blushed so much and looked away.

Pino: a bit more boldly Hey... I.. I was wondering if I could kiss you?

Reader: Yes

Pino: Thank you

He gives you a warm smile, before leaning forward and planting a soft kiss on your lips.You kiss him back. Deepening the kiss between the two of you.

Pino wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. You can feel his hand resting on the small of your back. You didn't want to stop. But you had to.

Pino: a bit more passionately Please don't stop...

He presses the kiss even harder, letting his free hand slide along your cheek.Not letting him go, you place your hand on his cheeks too. Kissing him more passionately.

Pino's hands start to roam, caressing your thighs and pulling you close again. Soon enough, he is whispering.

Pino: I have to tell you something...

Reader: Tell me

he leans in closer

Pino: I want to go to my room with you~

Pinocchio whispers teasingly.

Reader: Then please take me with you~

Pino takes your hand. He gently leads the way to his room, closing the door behind him. After he closed the door and turned around, you immediately kissed him. With more passion.Pino smiles as he kisses you back. There was no denying that tonight was a night full of passion, you could both feel it.

The next morning you two were laying beside each other cuddling.

Reader: For a puppet like you this was very passionate.

Pino: smirks Oh, is that right? And why is that? Do puppets not feel love like human beings do?

He chuckled, pulling you close to him once more.

Reader: Of course, they can feel love just like humans. I just really enjoyed last night with you.

Pino: he smiled As did I. To be completely honest, I was hoping for a night like this. Your lips were the sweetest things I've ever felt. And your warmth...

He kisses your forehead, smiling even wider.

Reader: I love you Pinocchio💕

Pino: he sighed in relief I... I love you too.. Y/n~

He laid his head on your chest and closed his eyes. The smile on his face said it all.

A/n: I hope you all like it💕

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[pinklemonadeflav]

Noise

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

Persona-coded ⍰ : Seungcheol, Bangchan

✂︎ ☁︎

wc: 1k

Reader is stressed, comfort fluff, established relationship

<Read under the cut>

Sometimes, you don't realise how loud the world is until you're engulfed by silence at 1am, body pressed into the plush of the bed, the only sounds audible coming from the beating of your heart and the periodic lull of your own breathing.

The bustling drone of the morning train commute to work, the inaudible chatter of colleagues in the office. Even within the faint rhythmic clacking of the keyboard and notification chimes, your head feels like it's being cling-wrapped, the voice of your own thoughts growing increasingly fuzzy.

You get home, 'rewarding' yourself with more sound; Your phone's speakers release a wave of laughter as you accompany it with dinner, going through the daily evening routine of engaging in para-social relationships before having to go to bed to repeat it all the next day.

You could silence it yourself, but how would you live with yourself if you don't spend the little existing free time attempting to listen in on the good life?

It's become a habit for you to cover your ears at night to sleep, an irrational paranoia of something coming too close to your senses, hearing something you don't want to.

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11.14pm, Sunday.

You shut your phone off after begrudgingly glancing at the lock screen, mind bouncing with thoughts of the oncoming week of work. Did the weekend really pass? What did you even do? You feel a heavy pressure growing in your chest as the back of your mind counts down the seconds and minutes until Monday inevitability came.

1.27am, Monday.

Your eyes were shut, lids drenched in fatigue, but you can still feel tension in your body, and it all traces back to the noise in your mind.

The muffled sound of the main door opening was followed by the quiet shuffling of feet. He's home after a long weekend of tying up loose ends on some work matters.

As you hear him continue his nighttime routine through the rushing sounds of water in the bathroom, you decide to remain in bed and turn over, keeping quiet to feign sleep.

He's tired, and so are you. You don't want to keep him up with your problems.

Finally the bedroom door creaks open and you feel the bed shift under his weight as he crawls in. You continue to face the wall, but a shaky exhale leaves you against your will.

"You awake?" He whispers.

Your voice feels caught in your throat, and you don't respond.

But you guess that he can see the tension trapped in your shoulders under the blanket, and he knows you well enough now to know when something's wrong. His arm gently reaches over and drapes over your waist, and you feel him give the back of your head a soft peck.

You string your fingers through his and give them a light squeeze. Sure that you're awake now, he gently caresses the back of your hand with his thumb.

His touch helps to ground you, the chopping of the fan's blades sounding a little bit softer and his breaths a little louder. Well, there's still a slight buzzing in the distant, but it's calmer now, more of white noise.

You blink and try to focus on his presence, the tightness of your muscles slowly melting away. A tear escapes you onto the pillow. You finally turn around, burying your face in his chest and hugging him back.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

You shake your head with a muffled noise, and he gives an understanding hum in response. He continues, letting his thoughts out without expecting a response,

"Rest well, honey. We have so much time, so many nights and days...you don't have to put it all on yourself."

"Hah...like how you spent the whole weekend saving your department's ass?"

Your stare at the shirt millimetres from your face, not trying to be mean with your comment, but a pang of guilt hits you as you realise what you said. You open your mouth again to apologise, but he speaks nonchalantly, knowing you don't mean offence

"Yea hahah, guess you're not wrong. But what matters is in how we try to treat ourselves better, right?"

You lift your head to look up at him, finding his tired lidded eyes staring back. He brushes his thumb gently under your eye, wiping the water streams away.

"We can't be perfect in what we do, or even try to feel perfect about it...Let's forget all that and try our best?"

He knows his words don't exactly make sense, and it maybe wouldn't to others too. You recall his way of doing his best, in supporting his co-workers even if it meant overworking himself, or taking care of the house despite his tiredness when he knows you're going through a rough period too.

But he also tries his best in forgiving himself when he can't do it all, in asking for your help when he really needs it, and in taking the time to heal in your embrace when you always give it.

He rolls over to face the window while still hugging you, directing you to do the same. The half-moon beams a soft glow onto your faces, and the silence of the night becomes clearer.

He's right, there's so much more outside your worries. You have him, and he has you, and there's a lot of life waiting beyond the noise inside your head.

You let out a deep exhale, one of relief this time, and allow his body heat to seep into you. You whisper a quiet 'thank you', your eyelids fluttering shut against his skin. The sounds of your breaths join in rhythm with his, silence and darkness finally falling.

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I started writing this when I was in a pretty stressful period of my life, and now I'm not. If you're going through something similar, I hope you can take away the message that there are crests and dips in life, and we don't always have to feel or do fantastic, but like the fic mentions, "let's forget all that and try our best". Rest well!

#comfort #fluff #comfort fluff #good night #svt #seventeen #seungcheol x reader #scoups x reader #svt fluff #one shot #one shot fluff #bangchan x reader #skz #skzfluff #bangchanfluff

[warmerthanhotcoco]

hold me

You are Draco’s Potions partner. And Charms partner. Blaise has been your friend since first year at Diagon Alley, and you’d swapped your seats with his so he could flirt with that cute Ravenclaw. And as unlikely as it appeared to the others, you and Draco grew to be as close as Dean and Seamus were. If that wasn’t ‘friends’, what was?

Until Harry hits Draco with Snape's curse and you find yourself in tormenting pain, chest ablaze... and when Harry's back in the common room and Snape has dealt with Draco's bleeding, your pain fades.

One word stuck in your head. "Soulmates."

Tags: Draco Malfoy/Reader, Blaise Zabini as a bestie, Gryffindor Reader, Gryffindor/Slytherin, BAMF Reader, BAMF Blaise Zabini, Angst and comfort fluff, Soulmate emotion-sharing, Confessions (?), First Kiss, Injured Draco Malfoy is a Sweetheart, Hogwarts Hospital Wing dates, because Blaise Zabini is Wingman™️

Your chest ached. Burnt. The pain was a fire, spreading fast, consuming your breath. You gasped for air, slamming the book shut and looking around at the common room. The rest of the Gryffindors were simply chilling around, all fun and laughter, some — like Hermione seated beside you — seriously studying. You dropped your quill. There was no way you could do homework when you were running out of air—

“Y/n? Are you alright?” Dean called from across the carpet where your books and notes were strewn. Your arm knocked over an ink bottle as you scrambled to the nearest window, shoving it open and sticking half your body out, wheezing, gasping. 

“Y/n! What is it?” Hermione jumped to her feet, a steady hand stroking your back. 

“Oi, you good? Is the fire too much?” Seamus, seated cross-legged near the fireplace, asked, already picking up her wand. 

You flailed your hands, waving the question off. “No, not that.” You knew that much. This wasn’t… just an asthma attack or whatever your muggle mother called it. Seriously, it couldn’t be a heart attack? What the hell was going on? 

SLAM!

“Merlin’s beard, Harry!”

“That’s a door you nincompoop, not a Slytherin tie,” one of the older Gryffindors scoffed at Harry Potter as he stomped into the common room. Hair disheveled, eyes wild with panic, clothes crumpled but there was nothing new in that… blood splattered here and there…

“Harry?” Hermione called, hand still stroking your back. “What on earth?” 

“You look like you got back from a murder, mate,” Ron Weasley laughed nervously. “…Did you?” 

“Almost,” Harry mumbled, flopping down on the carpet and snatching Ron’s chocolate frog. 

“Hey!” 

“Water.”

Parvati passed a bottle. 

“Thanks. What’s up with y/n?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head. 

“… You gonna tell us or are we gonna have to hear from the papers?”

“I don’t know.” Was all he said before rushing away from the whispers and the eyes, into his dorm. Something about the fear in his eyes made you realise… The bastard did something. Again.

You wondered if it was whatever he did that made you this… tormented. Because sometime after he walked in, the pain stopped.

“Good,” you whispered to yourself, nodding your thanks to Hermione and Parvati (who offered water) before going back to work. No heart attack was worth getting scolded by McGonagall.

Only the next morning did you find out about the Sectumsempra.

The breakfast tables’ chatter was interrupted with an odd hush. And of course, where there was gossip — there was no Harry Potter in sight. 

“He’s not even here.”

“Of course he isn’t, he’s probably guilty.”

“OR being cursed to oblivion by Snape—“

“Oh no no, I heard the Gryffindors saying he’s still asleep. Probably another You-Know-Who nightmare.”

“Will you guys cut it out already, I want to read this!”

You shook your head at the yellow and blue tables before moving over to your own. Before sitting down, you made sure to peek over at the green one as you do every morning. You already waved and winked out of habit before noticing the seat you were smiling at was… empty. 

And the others nearby were not happy about it.

“Oh good morning y/n,” Dean greeted. “Y/n? Where are you going?”

You ditched your house, running over to the two Slytherins shooting daggers at her. “Nott. Parkinson. What is it?” 

“Why don’t you go ask your noble house-hero?” Theodore Nott snapped. 

“Yeah, go ask the rascal how he casually murdered a student,” Parkinson scoffed.

“…” What? Murdered? Who? Surely not— 

“Now that’s dramatic, Pansy,” Daphne Greengrass shook her head. “I don’t know why you’re this concerned, y/n, but I guess you’re his friend now,” she sighed. 

“I am,” you nodded, ignoring Pansy’s glare. “Where is he? And where’s Zabini?” 

“Draco’s in the hospital wing. Blaise is with him, trying to force potion down that stubborn idiot’s throat.” 

Astoria Greengrass walked over to the table lazily, having just woken up. “Down who’s throa— Woah! Watch it!” She jumped back when a gust of red robes dashed past her and over to the Gryffindor table. 

You slammed a hand on the table, sending Ron’s plate of chicken flying. Lavender Brown caught it and gave it back to him but you didn’t have time to watch it all. “What in Godric’s name did Harry do this time?” you grumbled, picking up your cloak and bag. 

Hermione gripped your shoulder. “Where are you going?”

“To the hospital wing, of course.” One word kept whirring through your head as you recalled the weird pain from yesterday. Soulmates.

“…Y/n…”

“Don’t you start, Granger.” 

“Why would you care? He calls us mudbloods!”

“Maybe you should stop to think about a person before judging them on one damn word,” you snapped back, running out the door and down the hallways. 

Never had Madam Promfey’s glare been madder than when you literally crashed through the giant doors. “I’m so sorry, Madam Pomfrey, I—” 

“Where are you wounded?” 

“…erm. No, I came to see Draco Malfoy.” 

“…” Madam Pomfrey’s jaw nearly dropped, looking you up and down to check if your Gryffindor robes were a hoax. One eyebrow raised, she asked, “If you’re here to make him feel worse then by all means, get out, Miss y/l/n.” 

“Madam Pomfrey, please. He’s my friend. I need to see him.” 

The Slytherin matron blinked twice, thrice, before nodding slowly. “I see,” she mumbled, as though she understood something you didn’t. 

And maybe she did. 

“There’s nobody else around today, Mr Zabini and Mr Malfoy are over on the left side. I only allow one to remain by his side for more than ten minutes so…”

“I know.” 

She nodded and walked away into her own part of the wing, letting you stumble over towards where you could see Zabini’s frame in the distance. “Zabini! Is he asleep?” 

“Well if you shout like that of course he won’t be,” Blaise laughed, waving. “Look at you.” 

“An absolute mess,” a hoarse voice croaked from behind him. 

You dropped your bag and cloak on the next bed, made a mental note to Scourgify the bed before leaving, and walked to the other side of Draco’s bed. “Malfoy.” 

“Y/l/n. What happened to you?”

“I think that’s my question.” 

“No seriously, look at you!” Blaise snorted. “You look like a Niffler that got its gold snatched.” 

You patted your uniform down, tucked your braid away before reaching over to the bag. “I got you this. Dunno if you can drink any but…” you held out a mug of Butterbeer. 

Draco shook his head in silence, despite the sparkle in his eyes. 

“If you drink that Butterbeer now, I’m gonna strangle the potion into you as well,” Blaise glared.

“I didn’t say I’ll drink it.” Draco pointed to the bedside table so you kept the mug there, muttering a charm to seal it shut for now. “Thank you.” 

“What on earth happened?” You asked, your eyes finally catching onto the gashes on the sides of his neck, face and shoulders: the rest of him covered in hospital pyjamas and blankets. “I mean I heard much of it from the chatter in the breakfast hall but…” 

“Stupid Potter,” Draco mumbled, turning his head away, too tired to explain. 

Blaise took over. “Potter found him in the bathrooms, and attacked. For no reason. Sectumsempra. It’s a lacerating curse, according to Snape’s explanation to Poppy.” 

“A lacerating cu—” you bit your tongue, plopping down on the bedside, one leg crossed under you. “He’s a bloody murderer!” 

“Literally. Draco would have bled to death if Snape hadn’t found him by some odd stroke of luck,” Blaise shook his head, sitting down on the chair. 

“I’ll kill him.” 

“If anybody beats the Dark Lord to it, it’ll be you feisty little one for sure,” Blaise burst into laughter.

“I’m not joking! I heard the Hufflepuffs screeching he used a spell supposedly aimed for enemies. If Harry doesn’t know to distinguish between the level of enmity of a rival Slytherin STUDENT and goddamned YouKnowWho… I’ll teach him a bit,” you grinned. “Not a curse… I’m not that good. But there’s trickier hexes that last long enough.” 

“Weasley twins’ wisdom?”

“Mhm,” you nodded, laughing with him. It was when your hands resting on the sheets moved and hit Draco’s wounded arm that you noticed. He hissed and you apologised automatically, before even seeing the wound showing through the lifted sleeve. “…What the—” you grabbed his arm and laid it on your lap, pulling back the sleeve. 

A long, deep gash glowed dark red on his forearm, cutting right through a horrid black Dark Mark. 

Draco tugged his arm away at your gasp. “What? I thought you’d have seen it at Potions.” 

“Not the Mark you idiot, I don’t care about that.” 

“…” 

“This isn’t a mere Sectumsempra cut… is it? Why didn’t you tell Madam Pom—”

“...It’s not a cut Potter made.” 

You gulped hard, breath stilling for a moment. “Draco… You didn’t have to do that.” 

When he opened his mouth to say some insane complaint about being a Death Eater, you wagged your wand threateningly to silence him. “Some stupid dark sorcerer who can’t even kill a teenager that barely knows crap about offensive spells? He’s not worth fighting for or supporting, sure, but he’s definitely not worth torturing yourSELF out of guilt! Now you're being dumber than Snake-Man!” 

“Snake-Man?” Blaise snorted. 

“Oh it’s a term Dean and I came up with. Adds a bit of fun to the lousy old You-Know-Who,” you mocked, delighted to see Draco actually grinning from it all. “You, mister, better quit sulking around and hurting yourself. Snake-Man and everything he does is… wrong. But you’re a teenager, we all are! It’s not like any of us have a choice here. It’s stupid, all of this but… it’s not worth this,” you ended, patting his wrist lightly. 

Blaise watched the bare hint of a thank you in Draco's eyes and so, slowly slipped out. “Be right back,” he left with a wink. You sat there on the bed, recounting silly incidents in Potions class from yesterday, when he hadn’t been around. Seamus blowing up the cauldron, Ron nearly squirting blueberry juice in Slughorn’s face… you were glad to see him this relaxed.

Madam Pomfrey cleared her throat from behind you. “I’m afraid Mr Zabini… had something to attend to. Miss y/l/n, you don’t mind staying here for a while?” 

“Oh,” you bit your cheek guessing what Blaise did. Yet again, being the loyal wingman-bestie. “I think I can stay here for the rest of the day, Hermione would let the teachers know on my behalf.” 

“Mr Zabini need not return?” Pomfrey smiled. “Understood,” she nodded, pulling the curtains close. “Oh, no funny business, the two of you.” 

“M-Madam Pomfrey!” Draco nearly shrieked when she walked away laughing. 

“…”

“…”

“…So.”

“You sure it’s alright to skip classes?” 

“Meh, it’s just for a day. I’ll get the notes so we could go somewhere quiet and maybe write together. Only maybe! O-Only if you’d want to—”

“I wouldn’t mind.” 

You beamed at him, and he weakly smiled back. “Hey, that potion…” 

Draco opened his mouth without a word. You blinked for a few seconds before laughing “What are you, a baby?” 

“Oh come on, just do it.” 

And you did. One spoon of potion, before quickly feeding a spoon of Butterbeer too. “How’s that?” 

“I think I could drink that entire bottle and mug now,” he grinned. “As long as it’s you feeding.” 

“Merlin, aren’t you a fli—“ Peck, he cut you off with one chaste kiss. “Wha- What was that for!”  

“The potion, love.” His face was aglow with a sharp smirk, smugly reaching up pat your cheek. “You see, I flirt to divert my mind from the sourness. I’m sure you hardly hated that, pretty gi— Mmph!” 

“And that’s called sweet revenge,” you shoved his face with potion. When he had swallowed it all and wiped his mouth, you held up the Butterbeer mug. “Drink up.” 

Having downed the drink, he sat up and watched in silence while you made him comfortable, stuffing a pillow to his back and pulling up the sheets. When you looked up, you saw him smiling softly, a stark contrast from the stiff and icy Slytherin Prince he often was. “What?” 

“You’re cute.” 

“What- Where did that come from?” 

“Just thought of it. Blaise once said: When I say cute girls, I mean caring and pretty. Now I know.” 

“When will you stop…?” you grumbled feeling your cheeks and ears were on fire. He laughed, pulling you close enough for you to rest your head against him. “Draco?” 

“Hold me.” It was a quiet whisper, almost fragile. 

You wrapped your arms around him, hugging him loosely, aware of the countless wounds. “I vow to hex Harry's brains out. But you… Promise you won’t do something like that again?” 

He nodded into your hair, breathing softly until the potion worked and he fell asleep right in your arms.

#draco malfoy x gryffindor reader #Draco Malfoy x y/n #Hogwarts hospital wing dates #Poppy Pomfrey #Blaise Zabini #soulmates #first kiss #Hogwarts fluff #comfort fluff #Blaise and Poppy are good wingpeople #harry potter #hogwarts

[leblancc]

here for you

characters : akira kurusu

— themes : comfort fluff, gender neutral reader, implied but ambiguous angst.

— note from the barista : i know this isn’t my typical content and i did it in one sitting so it’s probably awful, but i needed it.

reblogs are appreciated!!

AKIRA KNOWS SOMETHING IS WRONG. he briefly wonders if it’s a sixth sense; or he just knows you that well to pick up on even the most minor differences in your behavior; perhaps both. regardless, it doesn’t matter—at least not right now. he’s never dropped everything so fast after seeing how downcast your expression was, and the tears staining your cheeks gave him another reason to do so.

the mouthwatering scent of curry was faint as it wafted around your boyfriend’s makeshift bedroom, efficiently overpowered by the aroma of coffee beans that followed him like cologne. beneath it all and trying to sneak its way through is a fragrance that’s all his, one you consider safe despite the world around you. free of the ridicule and hurtfulness of cruel words and dismissals. home, if someone asked you, was wherever he was.

“hey, i’m here for you.”

his gentle whisper brushes against the shell of your ear. any other time it may have made you laugh, smile and flush at the very least because it made a chill run up your spine and he knew that. his tone is so soft and nonjudgemental that you don’t seem to expect it but warm up to it instantly nevertheless. tears that you helplessly try to blink away line your eyes and he minutely panics thinking he did something wrong, but his concern dwindles when you squeeze his hand and he immediately returns it.

akira doesn’t receive a verbal response and he has no qualms with that for a second. instead, you lean against him from where you both are seated on his bed. he uncrosses his legs and wraps one arm around your shoulders with a touch so gentle and sweet that it almost can’t be real. he’s careful as he pulls you to his chest, his opposite hand resting on the back of your head to keep it against his shoulders. akira continues to whisper, over and over, words you desperately needed to hear yet never did until now that he could feel the physical tension ease.

tears dampen his shirt, but akira neither minds or cares. he stops his assurances to listen when you’re ready to speak, but is there every step of the way, neither insisting you tell him or dismissing what has you so distraught. it hurts him to see you like this that he can’t even imagine the pain you’re in, and yet wants to do whatever he can. his lips press kisses to the side of your head, swaying side to side every now and again, but he doesn’t let you go unless you need the space.

“everything will be okay. i promise.”

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#☆ — your order has been served! :: completed requests #akira kurusu x reader #ren amamiya x reader #persona 5 x reader #p5 x reader #persona 5 #akira kurusu #ren amamiya #p5 #p5r #spoiler free #comfort fluff #implied but ambiguous angst #gender neutral reader

[chainofhyrule]

Emergency request

requested by an unnamed anon

Hope this helps, my friend

Quiet mornings were a rare blessing given to the group of heroes along their travels, much less the kind that present perfectly unobstructed sunny skies, warm breezes, and the gentle falling of leaves around them.

So, of course, everyone took complete advantage of the occasion.

Well…almost everyone, it seemed.

Whereas the others had decided to spend their day lounging about in the sun, perhaps performing maintenance or catching up on sleep, or perhaps even wandering the general area in search of “something cool,” there was one person who seemed to sit back from the activities. One person whom, the eldest of the heroes, found his attention on completely.

You were sitting alone, almost towards the edge of the clearing, just barely hidden from the main path the group had taken to get to the alcove in the trees. You sat against the trunk of the oak tree, covered by shade, twisting your hands as you peeked continuously around the corner. Were you expecting something, perhaps?

The hero could almost visibly see the energy around you, nervous and anxious, like a great purple aura of dread surrounding your partly hidden form. It both worried and concerned him greatly, to see you in such a state of distress. It made little sense to him sometimes, how easily you could seem to get so lost in your mind. Yet, at the same time, he found himself understanding it so deeply it almost hurt him, as well. His days in his youth, so nervous about the potential danger lurking around every corner, wondering the true intentions of the people he was around after leaving his home for the first time…it was a new world. A dreadful world, in many corners. It was frightening, the first time he’d been exposed to such a way of living…and looking down at you, he wondered if perhaps your fear could have, still, been worse than his. You had grown up in that world, after all. Full of distrust, and full of fear.

He decided then and there, that he would try to help you to understand that you didn’t have to be afraid. At least, not when you had 9 heroes up your sleeve to help you. If that wouldn’t be enough, or perhaps if it couldn’t convince you as he hoped it would…he would at least attempt to reassure you that you didn’t have to worry about him.

He walks up to where you’ve tucked yourself away in the tree line, quiet, but not silent. He wouldn’t want to scare you, none. When you didn’t look up at him, he began to wonder if maybe you hadn’t noticed him after all. But when he lowers himself to sit beside you, and you jolt in the direction opposite from him, his concern shifts into the territory of worry.

“Y/n?” You don’t say anything at first—but that tight smile you wear, the one that tells the world that you aren’t okay, he can’t bring himself to remember why personal space was such a big deal for some people. Perhaps it was instinct, or perhaps it was sympathy, but he didn’t want to give you the chance to bury your heart under any more anxious doubt.

It wasn’t difficult, in any sense of the word, for him to be able to scoop you up, and shift so you/re draped across his lap, with his arms wrapped around you like a living, breathing frame to protect you from the world which had caused you so much pain.

His words are gone, and he doesn’t much know what to say. He tries once, then twice, to come up with something, only to ultimately close his mouth, and rest his cheek on the top of your head.

He wouldn’t let you doubt him. Not while he was right there, where he could do his best to convince you that you didn’t have to worry anymore.

#emergency request #time x reader #comfort fluff

[bakubunny]

a/n: some comfort fluff for all my babes who struggle with existing because their bodies and brains are sometimes broken.

tags: pro hero!bakugou, fem!reader, disabled!reader, neurological disorders, muscle spasms, speech problems, anxiety, cuddling, pet names, l-bomb, soft!bakugou, hurt/comfort i guess??

“hey, princess,” katsuki said as he walked in the front door. he glanced and saw you curled up on the livingroom couch, the volume on the television low.

you didn’t respond. everything was hazy and hard to process. your body was too heavy. words wouldn’t form. katsuki was home; you heard him. you were scared. and that’s all your mind could hold.

“babe?” he took off his boots.

you groaned quietly. he looked back over to you and watched your eyes roll.

“shit,” katsuki muttered. he quickly dropped the rest of his gear at the door and knelt in front of you, running a hand over your head. “hey, baby, ‘m right here.”

you could smell him now - a mixture of fire, burnt sugar, and sweat - and it was soothing. with eyes shut, your brows drew together slowly as he waited for a response; your speech was almost unintelligible. "i-i'mm... o-kay."

his lips tightened. "bullshit. how long have you been like this, hmm?"

"i... don' know.... a w-while," you said.

fucking great. knowing you, that could mean anything.

"why didn't you call me?" he asked. before the words left his lips, he knew why you didn't call. he was on patrol. it was a saturday. you were safe at home. but he still told you to call when it got bad just so he could hear your voice and know you were okay.

"'m ffine, k-kats," you replied. as if to prove his point that you weren't, a muscle spasm ripped through your body.

"baby...." katsuki sighed.

you could hear the pain in his voice.

once it passed, he kissed you on the head. "did ya get your meds yet, hun?"

you shook your head no. with a disgruntled sigh and another kiss, he left and returned. shortly after, he lifted you from the couch into his arms despite your objections.

"p-put me d-down.... you st-stink," you said as your head lolled into his chest.

katsuki grinned a little as he carried you to the bedroom. "tch. you love it."

he was right and you both knew it. some might have thought it odd, but to you, katsuki coming home after a long day at work was a scent you'd never tire of. he laid you down in bed and squeezed your hand before stepping away.

you groaned and reached for his hand. "don' leave me."

"lemme get my costume off, sweets. 'm right here," he said with a little laugh.

now you were the one grumbling rather than him, waiting for his touch to return. once he was more comfortable in a cutoff shirt and soft shorts, katsuki climbed under the covers with you.

“y’ gonna st-stink up… the b-bed,” you complain.

“i can change the sheets. quit your whinin’ and lemme hold you,” his tone was irritated, but worry returned to his face as another muscle spasm rolled in and you panicked.

“k-kats…”

he pulled you into his arms and held you close, running a hand over your head.

“it’s okay. i’m here. you’re okay. i love you,” he said softly.

“‘m scared,” you said as you clung to him, tears welling in your eyes.

“i know, princess. ‘s gonna be over soon, promise.” his grip tightened around you. “i love you. i love you so much.”

words failed you again as tears fell. katsuki’s soft voice filled your head.

“i love you, baby…. i love you. i love you. i love you….”

#it’s me #i’m babes #not expecting anyone to relate but if you do i’m sending you love #bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #boku no hero #bakugou katsuki #millennialmagicalgirl #bnha smut #mha smut #x reader #fem!reader #bakugou x reader #bnha comfort #bakugou comfort #comfort fluff #neurological disorders #aged up characters #disabled!reader

[thetopichot]

How do you think Auron would comfort the listener during a panic attack, or just in general?

Omg I love this question because I literally have it stored whenever someone asks me questions.

How I think Auron would try to comfort you would probably be hugging. Like you hold onto him & just rubs your back, whispering that everything is going to be alright when you're having a panic attack. He does his best to make sure you feel safe.

He probably will help you do some breathing techniques like the square breathing technique. Once you've calmed down from your panic attack, he will ask if you're alright. He also notices that you're shaking, so he carries you to a safer area. He will send you home early if you're still not feeling well. However, if you are, he'll still keep an eye on you just in case.

He loves you & if anything happens to you, he will always be there to protect you.

#the cat answers #yuurivoice #yuurivoice auron #auron yuurivoice #simping #fluff #comfort fluff #i love him #i had this question in the back of my mind for WEEKS #i was absolutely waiting for the perfect opportunity #& it came 😈

[rose-riot-johnson]

Okay my Tumblr Peeps, I was asked about doing a particular fanfic a Shinsou, so it was requested. Anyways, it will comfort fluff fic, that could be dark, which I will be willing to write as well😃👍I couldn't think of how else to word things for this intro, so I do hope this fanfic will help you, if you're struggling.

*Note: Atleast one paragraph will be long.

💜You Have Me Now💜((Adult) Hitoshi Shinsou x Depressed They/Them Reader)

Genres: Comfort Fluff and Possible Angst (Warning⚠️: trigger warnings including, mentions of self harm, possible attempt of self harm, depression, and mentions of depression)

Eversince before Shinsou became a pro hero, he began a relationship with you. He felt you made his life better and that you helped him with his confidence to become a pro hero. However, Shinsou has been noticing through your messages and cellphone and/or social media calls with him that you have been depressed recently and he wasn't sure, if it's because of the fact that you and Shinsou being unable to spend time together for the last couple weeks. So, one day he decided he has plans to surprise you.

The day Shinsou picked to surprise you, he went to your house with gifts that you might like. He knocked on the door, but there was no answer. He checked the door to see, if it was locked, then realized it was left unlocked, as he was checking to see, if the door was locked or if he could open it. He then put the gifts on the couch in the living room to see about looking for you.

Shinsou went to check the kitchen, then there you were, however you were holding the razor, when he found you, then he shouted, "(They/Them Reader Name)! Stop whatever you're thinking about doing!", as he used his brainwashing, to get you to look at him. You then looked at him, as you said, "Shinsou? I'm sorry you had to see this... I really wasn't expecting you to be there... I mean...", then started to feel ashamed. "Look, (They/Them Reader Name)... I don't mean I make you feel ashamed or guilty... I just wanted to know why you were about to harm yourself with that razor... I have been noticing the messages and how you sounded during those call with me and I'm not sure, if it's because of us not spending time together... For some reason I just feel responsible for your depression...", Shinsou explained in self blame, as he started to feel sad and guilty for what you were about to do.

You then felt guilty for noticing how he felt, so you said, "It's not your fault, Shinsou... It's just... My depression has just been an on and off thing longer, than I could even remember... I really struggled with depression on and off before knowing I had depression and anxiety both... And I had alot of issues with being bullied alot mainly in middle school... then since I was a third year in a hero school, I did have my first relationship, however he criticized me, because I cried over something traumatizing from my past and he broke up with me... Then when I tried to have relationships it was either just hook ups, or nothing happened, or they were just an interest, or the relationship was just short lived somehow... It's as if no one wanted me even enough to keep me... I just was so used to short lived relationships... My depression just keeps creeping up on me to the point I felt like I'm reliving my past... I felt like, since I was unwanted in a relationship... I felt doing what you stopped me from doing, would be best...", then let your head down afterwards. Shinsou then replied, "Look, (They/Them Reader Name). You have me now. You don't need the razor. And I promise to keep giving you reassurance about our relationship, that you are needed, and (anything else pertaining to the reader's imagination). I will do my best to be there for you.", as Shinsou then hugged you, as you dropped the razor on the floor. Both you and Shinsou began to hug together, as you asked, "You really mean it, Shinsou?". He then replied, "Ofcourse. I meant every word of it, (They/Them Reader Name)".

Later that day, Shinsou letted you know that he made the decision that he will be living with you from now on, so he can makesure your well-being improves and keeps improving, as well. You were perfectly fine with it, since you enjoy his company, just as much as he enjoys your company. As time went by, Shinsou has been taking care of you and he even cooks for you, when you're not expecting him to cook for you.

Since Shinsou can easily notice the signs of you having anxiety, depression, and other things pertaining to what could happen to your well-being, he definitely makesure to keep a definite eye on you and makesure it gets tooken cared of. He will also makesure you talk about it and he will do so without pushing you to talk about it, if needed. It's because, even without his brainwashing, it's possible for you to talk about things that might be bothering you.

So, aside from being a pro hero, Shinsou cares alot about you and everything he did for you in your relationship with him, including his everyday reassurance, proves how much he really loves you. He will makesure you're tooken cared of in every single way, if needed. And that includes your well-being. He will also makesure no one, will ever hurt you anymore. He even promised you and himself that nobody will hurt you, ever again.

💜The End💜

I do hope this fanfic will help my Tumblr Peeps. And @shinaevordie I do hope I work on this fanfic correctly while I hope this fanfic helps, as well. I don't often talk much about depression nor anxiety, unless I'm reblogging posts pertaining it, however I'm sure alot of people go through it. The thing about well-being is, it's good to stay positive, however by personal experience it's easier said than done when it comes to not relapsing into depression and anxiety. Sometimes I feel depression and/or anxiety can creep up on people, even without them knowing. And yes on and off depression and anxiety has happened to me too, even if it just mild. I don't talk about myself pertaining this due to fear of criticism and stuff. This is the best I can think of wording my conclusion, since I don't usually talk much about myself pertaining anxiety and depression. Anyways Aevyn, thank you for asking me to work on this type of fanfic pertaining Shinsou, as well. Seriously, I honestly credit you, for almost all of the Shinsou fanfics, I have written about🤗💗

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[im-not-samantha-im-samanta]

~Dr. Facilier x Insecure!Reader~

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A few words from author: Hi there, friends! Welcome to my first Disney villains fanfic! ^^

It took me a while to figure out an Oneshot idea for some Disney villain, but thanks to recent occurrences, inspiration was granted to me ^^".

Writing this I realized I struggle with writing emotions as I actually have tough time knowing what I'm feeling in real life, but I really hope that I wrote what the Reader feels well enough ^^".

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Settings: Romantic focused

Genre: Hurt/Comfort kinda thing with eventual fluff

!TRIGGER WARNING!: Talks of self image issues, mentions of obsessing over one's weight, mentions of toxic relatives, description of emotional breakdowns, feelings of insecurity, feeling negatively about oneself, light mentions of self loathing,

Sidenote: Body type of reader is not specified as I wanted this to be for everyone! Btw, no matter your body type, you're all gorgeous and do not let anyone tell you otherwise!!! <3

Sidenote: This was my very first time writing Facilier so, I hope I wrote him well enough ;~;

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Anyways, that should be all! Hope y'all will enjoy reading this!

See ya next time, bunny-boos! <3

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Words hold a great power, and people don't seem to realize that - or well, they, at least, don't seem to care much.

But that's just what comes in natural to people, what they are taught throughout their lives.

Because, after all, their actions are rarely ever met with any sort of consequences - or well, consequences that would concern them, that is - so, why should they care?

And while it's true that there sure are people who do care or see that their words can affect others, it's only because it is them who have faced the consequences of other people not caring what leaves their mouth.

Yes, sad and unfair for sure, but that's just how it works - you yourself knew that well enough first-hand. And as if that wasn't enough of a lesson, life also liked to often remind you this simple fact and make sure you don't ever forget...

This time the reminder came in the form of an encounter with your family relatives.

Your relationship with your relatives was never the best, you just didn't get along very well as these people were definitely amongst those who liked to leave whatever out of their mouths without a care, and usually it was you who ended up being on the receiving end...

And so, understandably, you made sure to avoid meeting up with these relatives as much as possible, but unfortunately, sometimes it had to happen because amongst these kinds of relatives were your great grandma and grandpa who weren't such shitty people - it was still a mystery to you how these two could be related to the rest when they were the polar opposite.

You sure were lucky to have at least these two, but it was also really unfortunate, because this meant that you had to visit for birthday celebrations and such, which obviously meant interaction with the rest of the relatives...

And though there was always the option to skip and come to your great grandparents sometime else, it didn't feel right to do so, and not to mention that you skipped all kinds of celebrations with your relatives last year, and also the year before last year...

And so, this time you just had show up whether you liked it or not, even if just for an hour or two...

And you sure did stay for just about an hour and a half before you left the celebration and headed home, but your relatives managed to open up old wounds even withing such short time... 

You tried to not let their remarks get to you, of course, and for a few days after the nasty reunion you were fine, but now you were no longer fine and your humble little bedroom was filled with the sound of cries that echoed and chased one after the other from one wall of your room right to the other.

Said bedroom was a complete, utter mess, mirroring how you were feeling on the inside just perfect.

All of your clothes were laying tossed on the ground, a good amount of them being torn to shreds and no longer able to hold the shape they were made for, and you yourself wore nothing but your underwear as you sat in all that mess while facing the now broken mirror you slammed to the floor in a fit of rage and devastation just a few moment ago.

You tried, you really tried to not let your relatives' hurtful comments get to you - you hated that you let them plague your mind like that - and you really were fine when you went to prepare yourself for your afternoon date with your dearest voodoo man. 

But it took just one look into the mirror for you to fall apart, because suddenly you started to see all the flaws your relatives have pointed out - suddenly you wondered if you really have gained weight, if your behind grew larger, if your stomach was fatter, if your face got chubbier...

And before you even knew it, you found yourself tossing all of your clothes out of your closet, and forcefully trying on piece after piece before franically checking yourself in the mirror to see if your relatives' words held any truth in them.

But when you found that the toxicity of your relatives has completely messed up your mind's perception and you couldn't really tell if something about you has changed or if you've always looked like that, you slipped and your consciousness fell into the darkest pits of your mind where only the worst kind of emotions took ahold of you.

And blinded by all of the rage, hopelessness, frustration and fear, you lost control and a rampage began.

You found yourself shoving to the ground the long mirror that provided you with your messed up reflection - the reflection you couldn't stand no more - and you found yourself tearing apart the clothes that used to make you feel confident and gorgeous.

It was a heartbreaking sight to witness, but what was the most saddening wasn't what happened in the heath of the moment - it was what followed right after.

It was the moment that was already mentioned and was happening now - the moment of you sitting on the cold ground between all your messed up pieces of wardrobe and your shattered mirror while you lifelessly stared in front of you, tears streaming down your face and your cries filling up the empty silence of your bedroom.

After your outburst you have seemingly calmed down, but you weren't feeling better one bit. You felt pretty much the same, you just weren't filled with way too many emotions to handle and instead you felt empty and lifeless, unable to do anything more than just sit there and cry.

And as you sat there, sniffling, it felt as if the clock's stopped ticking and you were stuck in time.

Your mind felt empty, you had no idea what to think and you weren't even sure what you felt anymore or if you felt anything at all.

All you knew was that you felt how your cold tears ticked your face and you also felt heavy weight in your chest that could be only described as your heart turning to stone and pulling your chest down with an incredible weight to the point it hurt and you couldn't breathe...

Suddenly though, when you felt like it was gonna get worse, the doorbell at your front door rang and you were brought back to the present. 

And as the repetitive melody of your doorbell had you perk up, the fog in your mind has lifted and you were reminded of what you've been doing in the first place - you were getting ready for a date with your favourite shadow man, who apparently was already here.

This realization had you scramble up to your feet and quickly grab something oversized to put on, just so that you wouldn't be coming to open the front door only in your underwear.

"Coming!" You called as you hurried towards the main entrance of your humble house, and it wasn't until you finally opened the front door that the reality of the situation truly hit you - Facilier was here to take you out on a date, and you were far from prepared and far from being in the mood for going out.

"Facilier," You breathed out when you saw the voodoo man standing at your doorstep, and you felt your heavy heart ache because when your eyes met, you could see it in his eyes how excited he was to see you today.

"Ah, darling!" Facilier chimed with a wide grin as he straightened up before he tipped his hat and resting his hat over hit heart, he added in a smooth voice: "How lovely it is to see you on this very day!".

And before you could even get yourself to react - let alone have the heart to ruin your date's jolly mood - the shadow man shoved one of his lanky hands into the sleeve of his attire and then magically pulled out a small but beautiful rose with petals of vivid red.

"A little something for ma chérie/mon chéri." he murmured as he reached out to you, intending to hand you the rose (which you've noticed didn't have even one thorn).

Normally such gesture would've gotten you breaking into a bright big smile and it'd have your breath stolen, but this time a mere twitch of your lips' corners trying to curl upwards was all you could offer, and you felt awful about it...

"Faci," a soft sigh left your lips as you carefully took the rose from Facilier's hand and your tired gaze met the voodoo man's lively one as you lowly went on: "you didn't have to... really...".

And as you looked at the rose in your hand, the heavy and tight feeling in your chest grew worse because God, Facilier was so excited about your date and you were about to ruin everything just because you let yourself get affected by words of people who were so below you and didn't even have a place in your personal life.

You felt so stupid about it, and you felt like a horrible partner too... And the more you thought about it, the more cruel and toxic your thoughts became, to the point you had to close your eyes to collect yourself and fight your tears.

Your unusual behaviour didn't go unnoticed by Facilier, of course, nor did the fact you looked like an utter mess (he still found you gorgeous though). The whole time he said nothing though as he waited for you to confess what was wrong, but when it was obvious you weren't gonna tell him, and that what was bothering you was very serious, the shadow man finally spoke up.

"Chère/Cher..." He cooed gently as his blissed expression slowly melted away and the bright smile he wore the entire time turned more gentle and lost the charlatan nature it normally had, and his sparkling purple eyes - those gorgeous eyes of his that always had wickedness and mystery sparkling in them - filled with genuine concern.

"what is the matter?" he asked you quietly as his warm hands took ahold of your hand that was carefully gripping the rose he's given you.

But when his question and gesture were met with you taking in a shaky breath and facing away, Facilier moved one of his hands to cup your face and use his thumb to wipe away the tears you hadn't even realized started rolling down your face.

"Darling," The shadow man murmured barely above whisper - as if afraid that speaking louder would shatter you -, then he gently turned your face to get you look at him. "what happened? I promise you that whatever it is, I'll fix it.".

This time you did turn to look at Facilier, your tear-filled eyes meeting the concerned ones of the voodoo doctor. And you opened your mouth to try and explain yourself, but the only thing that came out was a low hiccup as you attempted to bring yourself to speak: "I- I-".

And when your attempts to explain yourself failed, you felt yourself sigh shakily before you muttered a low: "I'm sorry,".

At first you weren't even sure what were you apologizing for, was it the fact you ruined your date? Was it the fact you couldn't bring yourself to tell your lover the cause of your sorrows? Was it that you felt like a horrible partner?

But then you realized that it was probably all of the above - you were apologizing for everything.

"I'm- I'm so sorry..." You repeated as your gaze fell to the ground and you felt your throat closing up with a sob getting caught in it.

"I ruined your mood and- and our date." You continued, not giving your lover the opportunity to say anything.

"And I can't even come up with how to- how to tell you what's bothering me- I'm such a bad partner!" You wailed while hiccuping and struggling to hold your sobs in.

But Facilier didn't seem to agree as his eyes widened before he shook his head.

"What?" He said in disbelief, then clicked his tongue disapprovingly before he went on. "No, no, what are you saying chérie/chéri?" He whispered with voice sweet as honey as he leaned down to you, his hand on your face tugging your face up to look him in the eyes again.

"Why would you even think to say such words?" He asked you with his voice sounding heartbroken and when you finally looked up into Facilier's eyes, you could see that he wasn't angry with you one bit like you've expected for him to be - the only thing you could read from his face was that he was worried for you and that his heart might shatter at what you just said about yourself.

And that realization had you feel worse and you felt your lower lip quivering as you so desperately tried to not fall apart at the very moment, because this man loved you so much and treated you with nothing but kindness... And you? You couldn't even get yourself to go on a simple date with him to make him happy... God, did you even deserve Facilier at all?

"I'm - I'm sorry..." You forced out again, but before you could add anything more, Facilier shushed you.

"No, no, no more of that." He shook his head and cupped your face with his other hand as well before he added: "Chère/Cher, my sweetest, my world, mon coeur - you did nothing wrong!".

"But you gotta tell me what's the reason behind those tears, alright?" He requested as he held your face in his warm hands, getting you to look him in the eyes that were nearly full of desperation to get an answer out of you, assuring you of how deeply the voodoo doctor cared for you.

You said nothing at first, but you did not your head and hummed in agreement as you tried to gather yourself and stop your weeping, knowing how much it hurt your lover to see you like that.

Then, with a deep inhale, you answered: "I- I think I might've gained weight...", and saying it out loud, in front of Facilier, you couldn't help but feel your face heat up in an ashamed and embarrassed manner.

You felt quite sheepish starting this topic with the shadow man and only now that you've said it, you began to feel like crying over such thing was embarrassing... After all, who would have an emotional breakdown over gaining some weight...?

And that got you worried because you had no idea what Facilier would say on that matter... Would he agree? Would he laugh at you? Or would he simply wave his hand and scoff? There were so many possible reactions...

But the reaction you didn't expect at all was the one you got.

"Oh, darling..." He cooed, and he allowed one of his hands to run through your hair. "that assumption couldn't be further from the truth, but even if that were the case, nothing so insignificant could change my love for you.".

A kiss is then planted onto your forehead, gaining a tiny smile from you.

And Facilier then continued: "There's nothing wrong with not being exactly like pin-up girl. Besides, your body - no matter the size - does not define your worth as a person, as a human being."

"I love you for you, and you losing or gaining a few pounds isn't gonna change that. Not now, not ever." He smiled sweetly while his thumb stroked your tear-stained face, slowly soothing your troubled mind.

You slowly began to feel better with each new reassuring word coming from the voodoo man's lips, you didn't say anything, you didn't need to.

You just smiled softly as your tears began to disappear and you listened to the smooth voice of your lover talk your worries away - he really knew how to use his words just to get what he desired.

And after your mind was at ease, and your sobs died down, you both stared at each other in comfortable silence, both your gazes holding great fondness for the other.

Eventually, after a few passing moments, Facilier spoke up again: "Are you feeling any better, Mon Coeur?".

"Yes, much better," You nodded with a smile as your eyes sparkled with content, and you gave one last short sniffle. "thank you, Facilier.".

"Anytime, Chère/Cher..." Facilier smiled happily before he planted another gentle kiss onto your forehead.

"But I've got one last question," He then said and his expression went serious for a little moment.

"Yes? What is it?" You asked and rested your hand on top of Facilier's hand that was still cupping your face, urging him to follow through with his question as you gazed at him curiously.

"Who was it that planted those awful thoughts into that mind of yours, hm? I know that it didn't come from your head." He stated lowly, making you suddenly grow nervous since you were very well aware of what the shadow man was like when someone's done you dirty.

"Oh... Well... Y-you know how I was at that family celebration kind of thing...?" You said nervously and forced out a chuckle as if to try and make the situation seem light-hearted just so it wouldn't have your lover planning some sort of revenge in your honour.

"Ah, so your family's to blame... I thought so..." Facilier hummed and you could nearly see the gears turning in the shadow man's head, making you perk up warily: "Faci...".

"Well, I think we shouldn't leave such nasty deeds unpunished..." He mused, ignoring your wary voice that had him know you were already onto him, and the grin spreading across his face was enough for you to know your suspicions of him plotting something were true.

"Faci, no." You warned, but it was also a plea at the same time since Facilier's punishments for people that wronged you or him could range from almost-harmless pranks to straight up murder attempts...

"I already have an idea for what we can do for what they did." He said with a pleased expression and he conjoined his fingers as his evil grin only grew to the point the shadow man's usual charm fleed, granting the man's evilness more space.

And at this point you grew a bit frightened - but not because you feared Facilier would do something to you when he was grinning like that, no, never that - you were frightened because of what the man would do to your relatives.

"Faci, come on, it was not that serious." You pleaded and tried to persuade your lover to let it go just for your relatives' sake, even if a part of you secretly believed they did deserve for something bad to happen to them.

But Facilier's already made up his mind, and so, your weak attempts to save your relatives' sorry asses did you really no good.

"Sorry, love, but nobody gets to get away with making you think you're anything else than perfect" The voodoo man stated in a smooth voice as he slyly snaked his arms around your waist and pulled you closer.

"But what about our date?" You chimed in with this question as your last resort to make him let go of getting payback, gripping the front of Facilier's shirt as he held you pressed against himself.

"Oh!" Facilier perked up suddenly, his eyes widening as he said: "you're absolutely right, ma chérie/mon chéri!".

And for a split second you felt relieved, thinking you've succeeded.

But that was until his next words: "First the date, then payback time!".

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You’re More Important To Me- Sebastian Stan xreader fic

Summary: Y/N is sick and Sebastian stays home to take care of Y/N and comforts her

Warnings: a bit of angst and a lot of comfort fluff, mentions of being sick, not a lot of warnings

(Y/N’s POV)

I was starting to feel a bit under the weather the last few days but today I just felt worse and I went and took a hot shower to see if I’d feel better but I just felt like crap. I called up my boss and said “hi, so I’m sorry to do this but I have the flu and I’m gonna stay home today, I hope I can make up the hours later?” My boss said “I hope you feel better Y/N and don’t even worry take as much time as you need ok?” I loved my boss a lot and I said “ok I will thank you so much, bye.” I put my phone down and went to say goodbye to my boyfriend Sebastian before he left for work and I walked over to hug him and Sebastian noticed how I was feeling and said “hey darling you ok??” I didn’t wanna worry him so I said “yea I’m fine just need a hug before you go.” Sebastian felt my forehead and said “oooh Y/N you feel warm, let’s get you back in bed ok?” I nodded and Sebastian helped me into bed and he made sure I had enough of the blanket on me and kissed my forehead and said “now get some rest doll I’ll take care of you.”

I freaked out and said “wait what about your movie honey?? Don’t you need to go in to work today?” Seb shook his head after taking off his coat and said “no doll you’re more important to me Y/N I don’t wanna leave you knowing you’re not feeling well, I love you and I wanna do this.” I blushed and said “Aw thank you so much my love you’re amazing.” I still felt guilty inside knowing he’d miss a day of filming. Sebastian tucked me in a bit more then kissed my cheek and said “now close your eyes and I’ll go make you some ramen soup and I’ll come right back ok?”

(Sebastian’s POV)

Poor Y/N I hate seeing her feeling miserable, I don’t wanna leave her alone and I love taking care of her. I just made her some chicken ramen soup and put a few crackers in a bowl and put everything on a tray to bring to her. I walked into the bedroom and put the tray on her bedside table and kissed Y/N’s forehead and whispered “hey darling I made you your favorite soup and brought some crackers to go with it, wanna try and eat??” She sat up and looked at the soup and said “yea soup sounds really good, thank you Seb.” I sat down by Y/N and handed her the bowl carefully and said “careful it’s hot.” She sipped some of the soup on the spoon and said “yum! I love ramen it’s so good, I love when it’s hot.” I let her eat and then said “ok here sweetheart time to take some ibuprofen ok?” She took the medicine cup and drank the meds and I said “good girl.” then she handed me everything and said “thank you Sebastian that was such a good lunch.” I kissed her head and said “my pleasure doll, I’ll take everything into the kitchen and come back and we can cuddle ok?”

(Y/N’s POV)

I love my boyfriend he’s wonderful, he came back into our bedroom and got into bed next to me and opened his arms and said “come here sweetheart let’s cuddle.” I scooted over to Seb and laid on his chest and I felt the medicine start to kick in and I closed my eyes and I felt Sebastian pull me closer and he said “rest well sweet girl you’ll feel better I love you.”

Hey lovelies!! I’m back with another fic!! 😊♥️♥️ hope you all enjoy!! xx

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Fiercely Independant (Oikawa Tooru)

From the moment he met you, Tooru knew he was going to fall for you.

If it wasn't your laugh, it was the way you walked so proudly without shying away from anyone, especially not him.

A lone wolf, your best friend likened you too. A menace without a care for social graces.

You were calm, but free, and gorgeous, going about your own business without a care for what everyone else was doing.

Little did he know, that independence he admired would also be part of what drove him up the wall.

'Baaaby, why didn't you ask me to go with you? I know you hate the doctor's office!' Tooru whined at you after learning that you'd gone to your appointment by yourself, the same appointment that he knew you were nervous about.

You hated going to the doctor's, especially by yourself, and yet here you are, doctor's note in hand, eyes averted. 'I just...I wanted to get it over with. And you had practise.'

'And? I could have dropped off early if you'd told me!' He pouted, cupping your cheeks in big, gentle hands, stroking the delicate skin under your eyes. 'You don't have to do the things that stress you out alone, I'm your boyfriend, I can help if you let me.'

He felt your body wanting to melt into his touch, even as you forced yourself to frown, wrapping your fingers around his wrists, thumbs resting over his pulse.

'I think that's called co-dependency.'

'It's called supporting my partner when I know they're doing something that makes them nervous.' Oikawa countered, smiling at your stubborn little furrowed brow. He knows it's just bluster at this point, you like to act prickly, thinking it spares your dignity. 'My darling, my sweetheart, I know you're strong, I know you're a fully functioning person that can handle all of these things by yourself, but that doesn't mean you have to.'

'I'm not going to turn your life upside down for the sake of some silly anxiety.' You pouted, sliding between his arms to hide your face in his chest, letting the fierce and steadfast facade fall away even as you preached its necessity. 'Not when I can muscle through shitty things like this. Going to the doctor for something like this shouldn't bother me!'

'Hey, no more of that.' His hands are firm at your back, pulling you out of your hiding spot to find your glassy eyes again. 'Anxiety, is normal, and not something you can control. So is fear, and being able to muscle through it doesn't make it healthy! Baby, I am so proud of you for doing it all alone for all these years but enough is enough. I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere, so let me help, please?'

Such a genuine request, such earnest kindness in his eyes, it made your heart melt. He understood. He saw all of the little things you did, cracks in your armour that you'd never let anyone else see, parts you'd tucked away under the carpet in favour of being the picture of wild, fearless independence you had become.

No one, not family, not friends, had ever looked you in the eye and begged you to let them help, seen all the broken parts of you and said they were still beautiful.

Tooru watched you crumble, watched the wave of adoration crash over you, all directed at him, and suddenly he's almost as overwhelmed as you are.

The relationship is still so new, it's only been a few months, he's only just started leaving spare clothes in your wardrobe for extended stays, he doesn't even have his own toothbrush here yet, and yet it's with uncharacteristic, reckless, honest abandon that you tell him without a shadow of a doubt.

'I love you.'

Tooru's left gaping, slack-jawed even as you buried yourself in his chest all over again, clinging to him for dear life as you let pure feeling wash over you.

Tears rise to his eyes, and he hides them by nuzzling into your hair, crushing you to his chest as if any amount of space between you would be detrimental.

'I love you too, my little lone wolf.'

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