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friendship-ditch · 5 months

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Flowers in her Hair

(Katniss Everdeen x Fem Reader) ❀

Summary: After Katniss has a bad nightmare, you take her out for a little walk.

Warnings: None—pure fluff w/ a little bit of angst/comfort.

Word Count: 2281

Finding Katniss curled into a fragile ball in the corner of the bathroom, or weeping beside you in the darkness of your bedroom after a nightmare wasn’t an uncommon sight. In fact, she had a nightmare almost every night no matter what had succeeded beforehand or what time the two of you went to bed.

Some were a lot worse than others.

Sometimes it was just a gentle hand clasping at your shirt and panicked breathing, and sometimes it was screams of pain that echoed through the many halls of the house.

You were always there to comfort her, though, whether by a cup of tea or soothing words.

“Shh, shh… you’re alright.” You breathed softly into her hair, lungs inhaling and exhaling at a much slower pace than hers. You gently raked your fingers through her sweat soaked hair, tucking her teary face into the crook of your neck.

Katniss trembled in your embrace. Her heart raced so loud you could hear it. Her bitten nails were gripping your shirt like a lifeline and broken sobs escaped her broken lips.

No matter how bad the nightmare or the cause, the two of you always ended up in this position. She would curl up into your arms like a child scared of a storm, and you would cradle and rock her as such until her sobs soothed to whimpers.

“I’m here.” You murmured in the same tone. You felt her tighten her grip on your shirt so you hugged her a bit closer. “You’re safe..”

Katniss shook her head. Her tears had soaked your skin and weren’t stopping anytime soon. “I’m not… I’m not… Snow..”

“Snow is dead.” You whispered soothingly. While one hand rested still on the back of her head, the other rubbed in circles on her back. “He can’t hurt you.”

Katniss shuddered. “Y-you don’t know he’s dead.” She blubbered, voice thick with emotion. “I didn’t kill him…”

“The crowd and his own blood did.” You said. “I was there… I saw it. He’s gone, love, I promise you.”

This exchange was one of the most common ones. While it didn’t get any easier for the both of you, it was one you knew how to handle.

“Snow is gone, and you’re safe.”

Your words finally managed to break Katniss’s nightmarish haze as she let out a sigh of relief. She was still shaking and whimpering, but the tears were silent.

After the worst nightmares, Katniss would sometimes break free from your arms and run to the bathroom in an attempt to keep her sick inside the toilet bowl and not the floor. She’d spend a while there and you’d leave her alone for a moment to collect herself, then come and coax her back to bed.

That happened once more. You’d brought her out of bed and down to the kitchen to make some tea when you heard her feet smack onto the ground as she made a beeline for the bathroom.

You set the tea to brew and then crept into the bathroom.

Katniss was bent over the bowl, now silent. She’d made a pathetic attempt to tie her hair back and was gasping for air. She flinched when the door opened.

“It’s just me.” You murmured. You grabbed a rag and ran it under some cold water and then bent behind her. “Are you done?”

She weakly nodded, still panting.

With a gentle hand, you rested your palm on the side of her face and tilted her so she was looking at you.

Katniss, while always beautiful, had certainly looked… better.

Dark circles pooled beneath her eyes, a sharp contrast to her stark pale skin. She hadn’t made it through a full night without waking in weeks and it was really catching up to her. Her lips were raw and cracked from her bad habit of chewing and picking at them and her nails suffered the same story. Sweat beaded on her forehead and soaked the rim of her shirt. Tears glistened on her cheeks. There was some drool on her mouth from her bout of nausea and she was trembling once more.

Her sad eyes refused to meet with yours, though she made a soft noise of thanks when you cleaned her face with the cloth, then laid it on the back of her neck.

“Deep breaths.” You murmured, moving your hand to rub circles on her back once more. You knew Katniss was one who preferred to be shown what to do rather than told so you made an effort to breathe loudly. She copied you weakly until her heart slowed down.

You sat and comforted her a few minutes more before kissing her forehead and helping her to her feet.

The two of you made your way back to the kitchen; Katniss taking a seat at the counter and you pouring two cups of herbal tea.

She picked the mug up with quivering hands and lifted it to her mouth, swallowing the warm liquid with relief. The tea was infused with herbs you’d found in the woods to calm her down and it always did the job, plus it helped to ground her from the demons in her mind.

When Katniss had finally gotten herself under control, looked over at you.

“I’m sorry you have to deal with this… every night. You don’t deserve this.”

Another thing about Katniss was that she believed everything was her fault. When it rained when you two were on a walk, she should’ve noticed the clouds sooner. When the oven broke or burnt the food, she should’ve checked the wires or noticed the smell. And when she got a flashback or an anxiety attack… she should’ve handled it better. Everything was her fault, and she didn’t deserve you.

That was the first time you told her that her opinions were bullshit. And it wasn’t the last. Katniss apologized for everything, and every time, you assured her it was nothing to apologize for.

“Katniss…” You sighed and placed your mug down too. “I do this because I love you. I don’t care what I deserve, I want you.” You murmured, resting your hand over her wrist, ignoring the scars over her skin.

She dipped her head, watching the steam raise from her mug. “Y/n..”

“I know what I signed up for, and you’re not going to scare me away just to self sabotage.” You interrupted her before she could continue her spiel of how unworthy she is of you. You gave her wrist a gentle squeeze, followed by a soft, loving smile. “I’m not going to leave you. No matter what.”

Katniss mirrored your smile with teary eyes. She mumbled her own words of affection under her hitching breath and laid her head on your shoulder.

“I don’t think I can go back to sleep.” She whispered. “Not… not right now.”

You nodded. This happened a lot too. Oftentimes the two of you cuddled up in bed or on the couch and you read to her until she dozed off, but you had a different plan.

Sunrise was in about an hour and it was a warm night, so you wanted to try something new with her.

“How about we go for a walk?” You suggested gently, ruffling her hair. “We can pick herbs at the forest's edge and then watch the sunrise.”

Katniss picked her head up. “Really?”

“Mhm.”

The smile on her face brightened and she nodded. “Please.”

A few minutes later, the two of you set out. You’d slid your boots on and grabbed your basket and Katniss grabbed her lightest jacket. She didn’t want to bring her bow so she pocketed a little knife and met you at the door.

You left the house, hand in hand, enjoying the quiet peace of the oncoming dawn. The sky was still purple but yellow and pinks were dancing towards the east. A few brave stars still glimmered up above, the bright moon almost gone beyond the horizon.

“So, we’re looking for some goldenseal and ginger.” You said softly, not wanting to disturb the blanket of tranquility. “I’d like to try to make that ginger cake again, with a little more sugar.” You added with a soft chuckle, remembering the disaster of a pastry you couldn’t even call cake that came out of the oven last week.

Katniss chuckled too. “Alright.”

You both walked to the edge of the woods and split up. The two of you had become familiar enough with the forest surrounding the Victors Village to wander through it alone with ease, so you weren’t scared to part from her. You’d been herb collecting plenty of times, looking for plants to replenish your stock or to sell.

Once you had a hefty amount of roots and bushy green leaves in your basket, you whistled out. The tune was one similar to the Mockingjay Propaganda call, but you’d altered it slightly to give it a new meaning, just for the two of you.

A few seconds later, you heard the whistle in response and followed the sound.

When you found Katniss, she was on her hands and knees, digging up a few more roots. She cut out the best ones with her knife and smiled softly up at you when you came back.

Beside her on the ground were a few primrose plants, roots, leaves and flowers all intact. After you’d planted some of them in front of the house, the two of you made a habit of gently digging up any of the plant that you could and adding it to the garden out back. It was a large collection of beautiful flowers that Katniss turned to when overwhelmed, and although it was a bit much, you didn’t mind at all. It looked almost as beautiful as Katniss when in full bloom.

“Here, we’ll put these in the basket too.” You bent beside her, helping her scoop all of the plants into your basket.

Katniss gave you a grateful smile and nodded.

When the two of you left the woods embrace, the sky was now a light shade of pink. You left your basket on the back doorstep to the house and then took Katniss to the hill overlooking the nearby meadow.

You could see the sun rising in the distance, its golden rays climbing over the hill.

Katniss smiled softly at the view and sat beside you.

“Thank you… for getting me out of the house.” She said softly. “I really needed this. Sometimes the nightmares just… they’re suffocating.”

You nodded solemnly. “I know.” Offering her a sympathetic look, you squeezed her shoulder. “We can do this more often now since it’s getting warmer. You can even try to teach me to hunt again, if you want.”

That drew a laugh out of her.

“Oh, come on, y/n… You wouldn’t hurt a fly.” She cooed affectionately.

You smiled, defeated. “That’s true… I can be your moral support, though.”

“Deal.”

A gentle silence overtook the two of you as you continued to watch the dawnbreak.

You’d begun weaving a crown of daisies and clovers to place overtop Katniss’s head. She’d long gotten rid of the ring of gold from the 74th games, much preferring the natural crowns instead.

Katniss’s head rested in your lap, her fingers mindlessly playing with the fabric of your pants. This was one of the few times she didn’t feel the need to fidget or move. She was content with being still, listening to your soothing voice and watching the sunrise.

“You know… the mockingjay nest out back? The eggs hatched yesterday.” You murmured, finishing up the crown and weaving in the last ends. “They’re still babies but soon they’re going to be pretty loud.”

Katniss smiled, nodding. “How many?”

“Four.” You smiled too. You gently ran your hand down her back, finding the curve of her shoulder and sitting her up. She faced you and you brushed hair out of her eyes, pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “I’ve heard if you give them seeds or nuts, they bring you little treasures, like crows.”

“They do?”

“Yep. And they might even stick around.” You gingerly lifted the crown and laid it on top of her head, kissing her nose this time. “I was thinking if they do end up sticking around, we could name them. I think they can actually remember faces too. They even chirp specific tunes they associate with them.”

Katniss blushed at your gentle kiss, intrigued. She lifted a hand to gently touch the crown, then intertwined her fingers with yours.

“You better not train them to come inside.” She warned you with a warm smile. “Buttercup might enjoy the taste of Mockingjay.”

You chuckled. “I won’t. I learned my lesson.”

“Good.”

The two of you smiled at each other and just laughed.

Once the conversation died off, you leaned back against the tree, Katniss resting between your legs, her back against your stomach and head against your chest. She had been stroking your arm and watching the golden sunrise with you, but now she was drowsy and barely hanging in there.

“Someone's sleepy.” You murmured with a gentle tease, hooking your other arm around her. “Maybe we should head back inside.”

“No.” She whined, her voice adorable even though she would protest the thought. “I want to stay here…”

You nodded. “Alright. We can stay.” You assured her gently, just relieved she was getting some rest.

Katniss’s eyes fluttered shut but her lips kept their statue of a smile until she eventually drifted off in your arms. She was safe, with flowers in her hair, love in her heart, and you.

#I gave up on the gif guys what do we think of this format?#it gives me a lot more freedom lol I think I like it #katniss everdeen x reader #the hunger games #catching fire #katniss everdeen #katniss everdeen x fem!reader #katniss everdeen x you #the mockingjay #x reader #nightmare #comfort #fluff

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marmastry · 1 year

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Agent 3s

#That was supposed to be a very short self-indulgent doodle (4-page max) but it ended up being a little bit more lol #It also took a lot of redrawing for me to be satisfied with ahhhhh #that's why the format feels a little informal (bcoz it just started as doodle) so please excuse how rough-looking it is ><#the earlier drafts were a bit spicier #but I had to tone it down if I want to stay consistent with what I've been building on RIP.#anyway this is just me paying a little homage to one of my favorite Ao3 tags: Hurt & comfort #there was only one bed #etc dsfadgfd #moomers #mayamaya #hasahasa #fancomics #splatoonOC #splatoon3 #hasamaya

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k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9 · 1 day

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Pink Floyd - Comfortably Numb

#Pink Floyd #Echoes The Best Of Pink Floyd - Disc 2 #Echoes The Best Of Pink Floyd #Comfortably Numb #Format:#2 x CD #Compilation #Mixed #Remastered #Released:#2001 #Psychedelic Rock #Classic Rock #UK #Pink Floyd was an English rock band from London

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motleyfam · 1 year

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Dick is convinced that food always tastes better after a show.

His dad laughs and tells him it’s just because they’re acrobats and they can’t eat much prior to spending a few hours intricately twisting and flipping their bodies through the air over the dizzying roar of the crowds below. Hunger, he tells his son, has always been the best spice. But Dick thinks there’s more to it than that. There’s something about the buzz — the energy following a performance — that makes even the simplest of dishes special.

With so many different cultures and nationalities represented at Haly’s, Dick is used to eating all sorts of things, learns to tell who’s making dinner each night by the aroma of the various herbs and spices wafting out from the tent. There’s a Russian acrobat and a Taiwanese contortionist and a French wire walker and a clown from Cleveland, and the only common factor seems to be their insistence that the nine-year-old could use some more meat on his bones. He helps his mother stir cornmeal porridge and stuff cabbage leaves with ground meat and rice while his dad, grinning, juggles bell peppers and onions and cans of tomato paste in an arc above their heads.

It’s always late at night by the time they gather around the plastic folding tables with full plates, aching muscles, and weary smiles. Snippets from conversations in three or four different languages wash over Dick, and he doesn’t understand everything, but he doesn’t mind it either. The food and laughter warm him from the inside out, and he eats until his belly is full and his eyelids start to grow heavy. His mother pulls him into her lap and lets him curl up against her chest, and he’s lulled to sleep by the hum of the troupe members’ voices, perfectly safe and content.

The night that Dick’s parents fall to their deaths, there’s beef goulash simmering on the cookhouse stove and just the smell is enough to make him sick.

#dick grayson #fanfiction #batfam #i was scrolling through some of my past fics the other night to answer an ask #and i came across this one #it's the intro to Comfort Food on ao3 but i debated leaving it just as this drabble #which is much angstier than the full fic #the full fic's more bittersweet and i'm a softie #but i wanted to share it just in the drabble format as well #so we can have both flavors #angst #grief #canonical character death #drabble

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xxn00bpwn3rxx · 2 months

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woaw iz dat a pestkit fanfic ?!?!?

hai . made thiz for 1k twitter followerz celebration :3 waz zuppozed 2 be a comic but i waznt liking it and felt i could better zhow my ideaz and pest/medkit'z emotionz thru writing zo here : ) bware . fluff

Summary; Medkit has a nightmare, and Pest tries to comfort him

⠀⠀Darkness surrounded him. He didn't know where he was or how he ended up here, and he looked around, eyes wide as his eyes adjusted to the light. His hands trembled as he held on to a lantern with a small fire inside of it, illuminating everything around him with a weak yellow glow. He was holding onto the lantern like his life depended on it, he didn't even think he would be able to drop it if he had to. ⠀⠀Flies buzzed quietly around him as he stepped forward. There was a long road in front of him that led into darkness, with an occasional torch dotted here and there that didn't do much to pierce through the pitch black. Sand covered the ground on either side of the road, and he could hear small whispers in the distance. ⠀⠀He walked along the path, stopping when he saw a person. He ran up to it, calling out to them, but nothing came out of his mouth. He stopped in his tracks instantly when they looked at him with firey green eyes and muttered a garbled sentence, though he understood it clearly. "You filthy traitor." ⠀⠀Ice seemed to crawl up his spine suddenly as he looked away and started power-walking down the road again. He could hear the whispers from the darkness clearly now. ⠀⠀"I need healing!" ... "How's your eye?" ... "Do I have to work with a traitor?" ... "Help!" ⠀⠀It made his mind and heart race as he started to run, wanting to get away from the whispers as fast as he could. His feet pounded against the asphalt, sending up pain through his legs from the force of it, but he couldn't stop. He felt like something was following him, and it sent his adrenaline rushing. ⠀⠀Through the darkness and occasional light, he saw it. A house. He could hide in there! He went faster, running up through the steps and through the open door, almost flying into the T.V.s that were scattered in certain places in the room. He stared down at them, the red screens flickering. A single light source came from the roof; everything else was open and empty. There was no place to hide in here. ⠀⠀He could still hear the whispers. They were getting louder. The same thing, over, and over, and over again. And he could hear the shadowy figures walking around, their footsteps soft but audible. Then he heard a sound he hadn't heard before. A buzzing sound that was definitely getting louder. He looked over his shoulder right before a giant green slitted eye flew through the door towards him, and he let out a scream right before he blacked out, the last thing he heard from the eye being "You must kill him, to become him." ...

⠀⠀Medkit sat up straight on the bed with a loud gasp, his heart racing too fast for him to handle, his hands clammy, his mind fuzzy. He was panting heavily, and his mouth felt dry. His hands shook as he gripped the bedsheets, making sure he was still alive and fine, but grounding himself didn't seem to work as his eyes darted around the dark room. He didn't recognize where he was. And that sent more fear through him. ⠀⠀He was starting to hyperventilate, and he could hear nothing but his own heart beating at a scary pace, faster than it should ever be, and he was terrified he was about to have a heart attack. He gripped the pillow next to him, holding it with so much strength that his knuckles had turned white, and he started sobbing. Soft sobs, with a few hiccups in between, but slowly started getting louder as he smothered his face into the pillow.

⠀⠀In the other room, there was the soft sound of a water faucet running into the sink with the occasional splash of water. Pest stared at the mirror in front of him, water dripping off of his face. One of his antennae flicked upwards and twitched towards the bathroom door, something felt off. He turned off the faucet and bent over slightly, elbows resting on the counter as he listened. Then he heard it. Crying. ⠀⠀Crying again? He sighed softly, turning his gaze over to the bathroom door as he took the hand towel from besides the sink to wipe his face dry. That's the third time this week. He listened for a small bit more, noticing how it wasn't letting up. He grumbled. ⠀⠀Now, Pest wasn't one to care if somebody was crying around him, he'd ignore it. And he did the first couple times Medkit had cried near him. But three times is one too many, and he was getting annoyed. Though, what he couldn't ignore was the small sliver of empathy he had towards the demon; as much as Pest hated to admit it, he felt bad for Medkit. ⠀⠀And personally to Pest, Medkit wasn't the one to break down like he had been recently. Pest had been around him long enough to know that something had changed within the man, and he didn't know what had caused it. He didn't think too much about it though as he finished drying his face and moved over to open the bathroom door. ⠀⠀He slowly moved it open and peeked out of it, eyes moving around the dark room until his eyes met the form of Medkit huddled on the bed, face covered with one of Pest's pillows. He let out a soft growl, but ignored it as he opened the door more. As he stared over at Medkit, that feeling of empathy grew, and it confused him. He'd never felt it before. Something was telling him to suck it up and go comfort his boyfriend, but he was unsure how. So, he knocked on the bathroom door softly just to let Medkit know he was there. ⠀⠀Medkit stilled, his sobs disappearing as he laid there. He was shaking, his heart still racing. Hearing the knocks made him more scared, as he was unsure of who it was. By staying still he hoped whatever it was would think he wasn't there. Then he felt the bed dip slightly where his legs were and a low creak of the bedsprings. He breathed heavily and got brave enough to look over his pillow slightly, to be greeted with 4 red eyes staring at him. Medkit thought he would have just croaked right then and there finally from a heart attack, but something about the way the eyes were looking at him gave him a sense of safe that he didn't understand. ⠀⠀The other person shifted slightly closer, still looking at him. Medkit couldn't see much from how dark the room was, but he could recognize the shape of Pest from anywhere, and he calmed down a tiny bit as he stared at him. ⠀⠀"Are you okay?" Pest muttered out. Medkit's brain paused for a quick second, and he continued to stare at Pest as he slowly processed what he had just asked. To him, it sounded more like a demand than a question, and it dumbfounded him, especially since he was still mentally out of it from his nightmare that the question was lost on him. And he must still be in his nightmare, because Pest would never ask him that. ⠀⠀Pest watched Medkit for a few more seconds before growling. "Did you hear me?" His voice was harder this time. Oh. It really is Pest. Medkit thought, and he slowly put his pillow down to lay it on his chest. He nodded, opening his mouth to reply, but instead licking his lips to get rid of the chappy dry feeling he still had. After a couple seconds, he replied. "Y-yeah. I did." Medkit's voice was shaky, low and hoarse, and he hoped what he said was intelligible enough for Pest to hear.

⠀⠀"Then answer. Are you okay?" Pest narrowed his eyes at him, and Medkit felt a hand gently being placed on his own. It wasn't much, but that small gesture made Medkit feel warmer than he had a few seconds ago, and he instantly went to intertwine his fingers with Pest's. ⠀⠀"I... I suppose so." Medkit looked away, leaning back against the pillows. Pest moved over and turned the bedside lamp on, turning his head to stare at Medkit's face. He looked tired, which was the norm for Medkit, but somehow he looked even more pathetic like this. His one eye was shot, his hair a complete mess, and the little fluff on his cheeks were stiff with dried tears. Pest chittered, clicking his mandibles together as he took in the sight in front of him. ⠀⠀"That's a lie." Medkit frowned at Pest's response. "You look like you were run over by multiple trucks and possibly an airplane." Medkit knew Pest was attempting to lighten the mood, but it didn't work for him. ⠀⠀"Why... why would you care?" Medkit turned his head to Pest as he asked the question, and he felt guilt as he heard the way it sounded as it exited his mouth. He instantly went to apologize, "I'm-" ⠀⠀He was cut off by Pest suddenly getting up further onto the bed, moving Medkit's legs to crawl towards him like a feral animal, his head lowered, and eyes squinted at him like he was suddenly a piece of prey. "Pest, what are you-" Suddenly, Pest was laying right on top of Medkit, and he couldn't help the blush creeping onto his face as Pest wrapped his top arms around him, bringing them both into an embrace. ⠀⠀Pest stared up at Medkit, his chin on his chest. "Look. I don't care what you think of me. Just stop your crying. It's starting to get on my... nerves." Medkit exhaled softly. The way Pest spoke was harsh, not a lot of comfort, but that wasn't what caught Medkit's attention. The way Pest had hesitated on the last word gave Medkit all he needed to know about Pest's true feelings, he knew it was his own way of saying "I want you to stop crying because it's making me upset," which showed he cared. At least, that's what Medkit was hoping for. ⠀⠀Pest's mandibles tapped Medkit's chest. "Or else." Medkit stiffened a bit, wondering why he was suddenly being threatened to stop his crying, but when he looked down at Pest's eyes he saw a playful glimmer to them. That did not help matters. ⠀⠀He shifted slightly underneath Pest as he stared at him straight on. "Don't." His voice was low, a warning, but Pest did nothing but smile teasingly back at him. ⠀⠀"Don't what?" Pest replied. Medkit's heart dropped when he felt Pest's lower hands trail up underneath his nightshirt, and he blushed harder. A small thumping noise could be heard, and when Pest looked down, he noticed Medkit's deer tail was hitting the bed, and he snickered. "Okay. Now I know this'll work." He looked back up at Medkit right before he used his claws to gently claw at his fur. ⠀⠀The moment Pest's fingers did that, Medkit jolted with a soft yelp. The sensation made a million different thoughts and emotions go through his head at once and it was getting increasingly hard to not get overwhelmed or melt, or both at the same time. Medkit hissed through his teeth, "Pest. Stop it. That tickles." ⠀⠀Pest rolled his eyes and moved upwards more. "That's too bad." He bent down and started planting soft kisses on Medkit's face, bringing his hands up to lay on Medkit's chest as he did so. Pest was getting confused on why he was suddenly getting so touchy with Medkit, but it looked like he needed it so he went with his urges and showered him in affection. Medkit on the other hand, was becoming a flustered mess below him.

⠀⠀Medkit was letting out soft giggles as Pest kissed his face, he was trying desperately to act like it wasn't doing anything just because he felt stubborn, but it was not working out in his favor. Especially with his tail going 50 mph right next to them. Pest cupped his face with his hands and started kissing him more deeply, one on the forehead, another on the cheek, a gentle one on his facial scars. Medkit's ears flicked and he whined, making his lips a thin line as if to stop himself from smiling. ⠀⠀He felt like if Pest continued any longer he was gonna end up melting into a puddle, his heart felt like it was about to burst. Then Pest kissed him on the lips, and his body went completely limp, his eyes closed, and his mind went completely blank from shock. He could feel nothing but Pest's hands and arms wrapped around him, his mandibles caressing his cheeks, his lips on his, and his antennae gently tapping him as if Pest were feeling him with those too. ⠀⠀After a couple seconds of the kiss that felt like it went on for hours, Pest pulled back and looked down at Medkit, hands still cupping his face as he scanned his expression. Medkit fluttered his eyes open, making immediate eye contact with Pest. He breathed quickly through his nose, and he cheeks were a deep blue color as his lips trembled into a weak smile. ⠀⠀Pest adjusted himself so he was laying next to Medkit, and he laid his head against one of his horns as he wrapped all four arms around him fully. "There. You smiled." He grinned smugly at him, and Medkit grumbled softly. Though, he couldn't stop the smile growing on him as he nuzzled his face against Pest's neck, placing a hand on his chest. ⠀⠀"Shut up," he muttered, placing a little kiss against Pest's neck, earning a chitter in response. ⠀⠀He raised one of his hands up to rub gently at Pest's horns, which was in his own way him being affectionate right back at him. His blunted claws scratched and massaged in the little grooves, him being extra careful of the spiky parts. It didn't take long for Pest to entirely lean against Medkit, kicking his leg against the bedsheets like a little dog as Medkit continued, and he started hearing a soft rumble coming from his chest as he used the other hand to massage the other horn. They suddenly twitched, clicking together once, and Medkit had to withdraw his hands quickly to make sure Pest didn't accidentally grab his nightshirt (or hands) and rip it. ⠀⠀His smile grew as he snuggled closer to Pest, looping his arms around his neck, feeling safe in the comfort of him. After a bit, his breathing slowed down, and he found himself finally falling back asleep, his ear right up against Pest's chest as he listened to the steady rhythm of his heart. Pest went and moved his tail to push the blanket closer to him, going slow to make sure Medkit didn't wake up, and went and wrapped the blanket around the both of them as he got more comfortable in his position. ⠀⠀Medkit was already snoring softly, and Pest found his own eyes closing as he let himself finally fall asleep as well. Medkit didn't have a nightmare this time, and Pest finally got some much needed rest.

#im zo zorry teh formatting suckz it looked better on discord #i zigned up 2 get a invite from ao3 zo expect thiz on there eventually #smilez #roblox #roblox fanfic #regretevator #phighting #phighting!#pestkit #fanfic #fanfiction #writing #fluff #comfort #:3 #pest regretevator #medkit phighting

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general-cyno · 7 months

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not to get ahead of myself but thinking abt future opla zolu made me a little emotional bc depending on how many seasons the show manages to get, there's high chances of seeing so many of luffy and zoro's moments. and the thing is - there's a lot of them? their relationship is built upon all these moments and interactions, some small, some big, some when they're not even together but still end up referencing or mirroring one another in some way. it's just so good. I can remember more than few off the top of my head in alabasta, jaya, skypiea, water 7/enies lobby, thriller bark, sabaody etc and that's just pre-timeskip. opla has so much potential to go absolutely bonkers with these two I'm unwell

#!!!!! maybe it's time for a re-watch #zolu #tp #do you ever think abt how hard 'what good is ambition if I can't even save the life of my own captain?' is gonna hit #after luffy's 'I need you zoro' and zoro's vow. the sheer angst of luffy watching zoro almost get killed in sabaody #the possible angst fuel of whiskey peak #the hurt/comfort of water 7. the peak soulmatism behavior in jaya etc #I feel insane just thinking abt it #it all depends on the show's future success and how much they actually invest in the writing #and their particular relationship too but it's like!!!! I think of all these moments and just. they're so important?#I can't really imagine erasing any of them out of the plot bc it's just so integral to both their characters and the crew dynamics #like zolu tends to be considered a more hmmm subtle? kind of ship? in terms of the nuance of their relationship #if that makes any sense #but in a LA TV format it gets more....blatant and nearly unavoidable to acknowledge how crucial it is #I think of opla's main theme playing in the background as zoro makes his vow in ep 6 all the time

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the-mighty-het-speaks · 7 months

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A Preview of James Hetfield's Messengers Book

EET FUK, Courtesy of ESP Guitars

#james hetfield #metallica #guitar tag #eek fuk my beloved.#love dumbass and his dumbass guitars #and im really liking the format of the book. just james stream of consciousness. which is profusely comforting.

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Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance? What makes them better? I did not mean anything negative, and I know everyone have their own like and dislike but I want to know your thoughts....

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/ danmei) romances better than western MLM romances?

Can I ask, why do you love BL romance better than het romance?

Because I had no choice for many years.

Because that choice was taken away from me by a homophobic, transphobic, queerphobic, acephobic society. So all the romances I read had to be heterosexual, all the romances I watched had to be heterosexual, all the romances I heard of had to be heterosexual.

Because I'm not heterosexual.

Because I never saw myself represented in any stories ever, for over about 20 years (queer stuff existed, but where I was situated in Perth, Western Australia, meant that I was not seeing it).

Because I was force-fed allonormative, heteronormative, heterosexual tropes, bullshit, toxicity, misogyny, patriarchal culture, rape culture and more, and because everyone assumed that was normal, which made me feel isolated, marginalised, alone, and bereft, and cut me out of knowing what a life could look like for myself, and made relationships harder, when you don't have the words or stories to latch onto.

People like me couldn't even be erased out of the media, we hardly existed in the media, and if we did, almost never under our real identities, and almost always having to pretend to be something we weren't, for many people who hated us, or wished we were dead, or simply didn't care about us at all.

So, when I finally got a choice, I made a choice.

And I do not want to read heterosexual content anymore, unless it's queer (like T4T). The only place I actually willingly consume heterosexual romantic content these days is like 80s and 90s and early 00s romantic comedies. It's the only thing I allow through my filter, because so many of them have a really strong bent of hurt/comfort in them, and it's rare to find movies that have this in general.

But yeah otherwise het is just not a thing I look for in fiction. Literally a squick. Literally reminds me of 20 years of oppression in the mass media. It's not inherently bad, it just wasn't good for me personally, to never have a choice.

So I made one :D And my life has been so much better for it. I'm never going back.

Also what do you think that made Asian MLM (BL manga/manhwa/manhua/ danmei) romances better than western MLM romances?

It's just better for me, anon! I find a lot of western published m/m (so not like m/m fanfiction which I still read) often feels stifled and too short for me, and the characterisation doesn't get as deep as I want it to get. I often can feel the rigidity of the novel structure on authors who are trying to rapid release, and the depth I'm looking for is rarely there. Sometimes that's what people want! Sometimes they don't know there's other options!

Sometimes that's true of some BL manga/manhua/manhwa etc. as well. Tbh it's probably true of a lot of it! Serial format doesn't always allow for depth either. But I find the visual format easier to read as well. If I reread western m/m it's almost always fanfiction. And tbh, I'm sure some amazing m/m was published last year, I just get tired of having to wade through it all to find something I like. It got to the point where I was reading like 60+ titles just to find one average read, and I gave up.

The recommendation systems for BL tend to be better and more on point for me, I find most people who recommend published m/m to me generally always miss the mark (which isn't their fault - I'm particular, there's a reason I write what I write - because I can't find it to read!!), but close friends like @morbidlizard who recommend BL to me almost always hit the mark!

I don't actually read much danmei, but mostly because I haven't had time to really sink my teeth into it. Aside from MXTX, I haven't explored much further.

But yeah, hope that helps! :D

#asks and answers #personal #can't even put inadvertent recs on this #honestly 'rapid release' was kind of the death of it being easy to find a lot of good #m/m fiction being published #it's still out there it's just way more 'needle in a haystack'-y than it used to be #also there's way more fandom tropes like hurt/comfort etc. in manhwa and manga in particular #so it speaks a language i prefer #like Define the Relationship has SO many moments of hurt/comfort #just over and over again #i find published novel-format m/m just really kind of misses the mark on this #and honestly i include my own stuff in that #the novel format isn't super friendly to it #compared to the serial format #i'm sure that's not true across the board #it's just true 'so far'

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