#but hurt comfort is my favourite thing

[bi-functional]

Bottom right sequence reads “and when I move out—,” —> “yes. I’m sorry. I l-… love you too. Thank you.”

Now with more art !

So all this reincarnation talk for @tswwwit ‘s masterpiece has me throwing My little familiar au idea in the rings but its no where near as sweet or interesting as @kitty-serenade ‘s but if you like angst, hear me out!

Imagine a Dipper reborn with The Mark and what are his parents supposed to do? They love him sooo much they can’t possibly let him enter the Real World and be taken away by some Vile Demon!

So… they just keep him inside. They shelter him. They manipulate him and put him down all to keep him cooped up and ‘Safe’.

They care about his well being enough but… well who wouldn’t want to be known as the parents who Won against Bill Cipher? Like imagine the worst rich people ever who can’t Possibly be abusive of neglectful cause they give their baby anything he wants! They’re such good parents! Bill won’t stand a chance!

Dipper’s so broken down and rubbed raw by the constant emotional abuse that he has No concept of what living a life for himself might look like. In his eyes, he’s been trapped living the life he’s expected to lead to make his parents happy but ultimately, apparently, he’s also promised to a demon a few years down the line.

Like think of the possibilities here. Dipper who doesn’t have any Real knowledge about what Bill is and why he’s coming, he only has the info his parents have given him about how Bill will control him and take him away to do his bidding and possibly even Torture him!

Think about a Dipper who’s so dissociated and detached from his life as he realizes that he’s simply not meant to live a life for himself and that’s something he’s Never going to get.

Then you throw in Bill, who’s going to show up and rescue his sapling from this fucked up weird emotional monstrosity of a place that just Reeks of despair only to find? Unlike all the other pinetree’s he’s come for these past centuries this one… is… compliant? And imagine Bill, being reminded of a Dipper just as unresponsive and depressed from the very first time they met only now he has No Idea what has caused such a huge break in character.

No matter how much pushing and prodding Bill gives, Dipper just doesn’t budge, waiting for the inevitable. And Bill is such a narcissist that he doesn’t realize that his speech pattern Also affects Dipper’s reactions. ‘Hey Sapling, I wanna explore the woods let’s go.’ ‘Pinetree I’m tellin’ ya, it’s not worth it let’s not even bother.’ He’s doing and suggesting things he knows Dipper would like and help cheer him up but… unwittingly taking any choice or input from Dipper away. Think of it as a learned don’t speak unless spoken to kinda trauma. Bill’s not doing anything wrong! He’s just… not getting any results.

It would be such a fun concept to play with in a really heartbreaking way. Imagine a Bill who’s finally relinquished his hate for the word love, who might on occasions let it slip just for a shock factor, uk for funsies, only to come across a Dipper who recoils at the very thought because he’s simply never seen it, and thinks something like that doesn’t get to people like him.

Imagine Bill, suave and rich with the universe at his fingertips offering Dipper love and glory and curiosity, only to find out that Dipper’s family had also showered him in ‘love’ and ‘riches’.

Like… imagine thinking Bill would just say well fuck it I guess I’ll wait for the memories to kick in and then live out the rest of this lifetime when it comes, cause he wouldn’t. Imagine a Bill so frustrated and angry tearing apart his realm for /anything/ that might give him a real direction to step forward cause all the usual things he has at his disposal aren’t gonna cut it this time.

Bill who begrudgingly starts asking the questions. Real Genuine Questions that usually tumble from his saplings mouth that he can give witty clapbacks to serve as banter. Dipper being the one to give the sarcastic and clipped remarks cause he’s so guarded against this unknown even though… maybe things aren’t that bad. He starts to unwind ever so slowly as Bill learns how to properly interact with him in a way that’s beneficial to both of them.

Just… Bill coming across a Dipper that’s been through the ringer in way’s Bill never anticipated. Even if he’s found Dipper alone or at wits end, he’s always had a fire and determination. He’s always had his spirit in tact. Bill being angry and upset about the reincarnation deal for the first time /ever/ cause he hates seeing that people hurt the one thing he loves in the entire multiverse and unraveled Dipper like a cheap sweater. Like the emotions and story you could weave for this that’s fundamentally about Love and Learning and never hesitating to do whatever’s possible to make things Work.

Like grgrgrg just a Bill who’s being faced with a Dipper who’s been abused but not in any way Bill’s encountered. Dipper who’s suffered abuse of the MIND. Which is Bill’s entire domain! The one thing in the universe that’s his fundamentally! And he has absolutely no power here. Bill who wants to reach in and fix and help for the First Time and struggling not only with his inability to do anything, but with the urge to help and fix in the first place. Bill who has to take care of Dipper the Human way and just grits through it cause dammit it’s worth it. Just man come on.

#bruh no way tumblr glitched on me and i lost half of this and all my tags #and had to rewrite it #anyway #this got really long guys my bad #i just think its neat and ik the familiar au isnt angsty like this #but hurt comfort is my favourite thing #and ive been thinking about this for a while #just like… bill being unconditionally in love and having that proven over and over again no matter what #dipper having to let go of hope in order to survive even if as just a husk of who he was and who he could become #dipper learning to wakeup again and live for himself #like just learning and growing and loving #relinquishing hoplesness #idk man it #it just sucks being trapped #maybe i just wanted to see a story like mine with a happy ending #bi.f.art #bill cipher #gravity falls #human bill cipher #billdip #dipper pines #gravity falls au #tswwwit’s familiar au #tswwwit’s reincarnation au #also i apologize for it being very ooc #i have a headache

[afewproblems]

Steve always falls first, falls fastest.

It happened three years ago with Nancy, it happened with Robin back before the bathroom confession cemented their platonic soulmate status. It happened with Lauren MacNeal in Steve's freshman year, and Cindy Carlile back when he was eight years old.

He knows himself and knows the beginning stages. It's always quick and never painless, and seems to hurt more with every passing year. A dull ache in his chest that throbs and whispers darkly, 'remember Harrington, you'll always be bullshit'.

And when he finds himself falling for one Eddie Munson, he knows exactly when it starts.

Movie nights became a regular thing shortly after Eddie was discharged from the hospital. Robin, Steve, and Eddie all pile into the Harrington living room or the Munson trailer every other week, it's too hard to be apart.

Really, it becomes a way to keep a late night conversation going with Eddie while the credits roll, Robin dozes on the beanbag in the corner and Steve can't help but stare.

Eddie is so animated when he talks about something he loves, his brown eyes light up with his thousand watt smile and the dimples come out in full force, Steve almost has to squint with the amount of natural sunshine this man emanates when he talks about his passions.

He says as much to Robin during their next shift and she can't help but roll her eyes and gag, "Steven Remington Harrington-"

"Not my name," Steve cuts in with a laugh as he stuffs their second copy of the Shining into the machine to rewind.

"Don't interrupt dingus," Robin continues imperiously, "I get it, you have heart-eyes for the guy, but you gotta stop gushing about him to me and tell him".

Steve rolls his eyes and ignores the way his stomach swoops at the thought of telling Eddie how he feels, and the realization that it's happening again.

"I-I mean, it's not like I'm in love with the guy Robin, he stutters out eventually, "it'll go away, or he'll find someone else to talk to, they always do eventually".

He focuses on picking up the stack of freshly rewound tapes and walking them into the shelves, avoiding Robin's silent sad look that bores into the back of his head as he hides in the stacks.

Weeks turn into months and Steve absorbs nearly everything he can about Eddie.

He wears a size 10 shoe, but the 'shit-kicking' steel toes always look a smidge bigger - the inch or two it adds to Eddies height doesn't hurt either as Steve finds he has to tilt his head up to meet Eddie's gaze when he's decked out in his metal gear for a show...

He got his first guitar when he went to live with Wayne, it was a simple acoustic that he learned his chords on and practiced CCR on to his uncles delight.

He hates orange juice and loves coffee.

He loves cats and is scared to death of birds.

Every detail draws Steve in, but that small voice in the back of his mind reminds him again and again, 'they always leave Steve, don't get too comfortable'.

But how could he not?

Eddie is comfortable, he's nice and funny, and seems to enjoy hanging out with Steve almost as much as Steve enjoys being with Eddie. There is a softness to him when they're alone that makes Steve feel safe.

So what if he doesn't feel the same, Steve isn't about to give this up.

Not yet.

Steve takes to dropping by the Corroded Coffin band practice every weekend, a six pack in one hand and a small wary smile on his face - he's still not entirely accepted by Gareth and Jeff but the beer helps and Eddie vouches for him every time.

The atmosphere is still somewhat stilted, but it isnt as icy as it had been. Now Gareth even sits with him after practice while Eddie and Jeff go over their solos just outside the door as they share a joint, blowing smoke rings into the evening air.

"You know," Gareth says one night to Steve as he plops down beside him onto the sunken couch in the garage, "If someone had told me in high school I'd be sitting here with King-Steve and sharing a beer after practice, I'd laugh in their face".

Steve fights down a wince at the mention of the old nickname, and nods once. Who was he kidding, 'King-Steve' was not something he'd ever be able to outrun.

"So," Gareth continues, tapping his hands against the neck of the bottle, "how's the crush going?"

Steve chokes on his beer and swings his hand up to pound his fist into his chest to loosen up the liquid, Gareth claps him on the back with an alarmed expression on his face.

"Jesus Harrington, y'alright?" Gareth says as Steve tries to catch his breath.

Steve nods and breathes deeply through his nose, his eyes flick to the open garage door to see if Eddie or Jeff are on their way back inside, "I-I don't think I heard you right," he manages with a rasp.

Gareth snorts and shakes his head, leaning back against the couch. He's quiet for a moment, eyes trained on Steve's face.

Steve, for his part, stares resolutely at the floor hoping his gaze is strong enough to burn a hole into the concrete he can jump into.

"Look," Gareth says after a beat, "I guess its not really any of my business Harrington," his eyes travel over to the open door before flicking back to Steve, "and I don't mean to sound like a prick when I say this, but you're not really his type man".

Something in Steve's throat pulls tight, bullshit echoes in the hollow cavity of his chest as he nods and swallows the last dreggs of his beer.

"Right," Steve mumbles, he puts his hands on his knees and stands up from the couch, "Right, yeah, I mean, makes sense...".

He crosses to the door and manages to toss the now empty can into an open bin they'd officially commandeered for empties.

"Dude," Gareth says softly standing as well, he makes no move to walk towards Steve though.

Steve waves a hand and drops the other to his back pocket to hide the sudden trembling. Gareth is right, it doesn't make sense. Why would someone like Eddie ever want to be with someone like Steve? How would that even work?

Always fast but never painless, right on time.

"You guys were uh, great as usual, I'll see you around man," Steve says with a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes, he hasn't had to pull out the 'King Steve' smile in a few years but it still fits, still manages to hide a few things.

He turns away from Gareth and walks out through the open garage door.

The sun is nearly below the horizon and the stars have begun to migrate, the inky blue of night begins to steep into the last vestiges of light, if he's careful he can slip past Eddie and Jeff without either of them noticing.

He makes it to the beemer before Eddie turns towards him.

Eddie's brown eyes widen before narrowing in a questioning stare, he opens his mouth but Steve opens the car door and quickly slides into the driver's seat.

He stares straight ahead as he backs out of the driveway and pulls out onto the road.

Steve can feel those brown eyes follow him as he makes the long drive back to his empty house.

Part Two Now Up!

#stranger things #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steve x eddie #fanfic #hurt steve harrington #stranger things season four #is it bad that i love to hurt my favourite characters? #hurt and not a whole helluva lot of comfort #oblivious eddie munson #made myself sad with this one

[jelzorz]

156.

Villads is kind enough to give them a lift back to Katolis, which is nice, thinks Rayla, because it's quicker and safer and ultimately more convenient, but also horrible, because it's an extra week of sailing, and Rayla's had enough of the nausea and the vomitting and the world bobbing up and down on the waves.

It does give them a lot of downtime though.

It's weird. They had downtime while they were waiting for Ez and Soren and Corvus to come back from their meeting with Domina Profundus too, but it was a different sort of downtime—one fraught with tension and the itch to move, to do something instead of wait for the end of the world. There's a sense of completion this time, which makes sense, supposes Rayla. They have Aaravos' prison and they need to decide on their next move together, which is easier done in the castle after a little rest and recuperation. But until then, they are sailing, and waiting, and the bruises on Callum's face fade with every passing day, and the split in his lip heals little by little until he barely flinches anymore when he eats or smiles.

"It's not that bad," he promises her when she asks. "I reckon I've had worse."

Rayla clucks her tongue at him. "Have you?"

Callum shrugs. "I dunno. But it's what I'm telling myself until something worse does happen." He grins then, but Rayla catches the waver in the corner of his lip, and she knows it stings to put up such a front but can't be mad at him for it because... Well. She'd do the same.

"Forget about it, okay?" His smile softens into something a bit more genuine, and he touches her face, his fingers gentle against her skin. "We're okay now. That's all that matters."

Rayla supposes he's right, but forgetting about it is not as easy as he makes it sound. Twice now, she's woken up frantic and terrified, her hands numb with cold, and her mind filled with images of him, desperate to help her, him drawing his fist back and slamming it into Finnegrin's jaw, him crumpling onto the deck under the force of Elmer's blow. The steady rocking of Sea Legs beneath her doesn't help—if anything, it makes it worse, and she stumbles on her own feet as she gets up, seeking Callum in the dark, just to make sure he's here, and he's safe.

And he is. Of course he is. How could he not be? He's Callum, and he's looked at every challenge so far and laughed in its face. She breathes out when she finds him in the hammock next to her, his breathing steady, his skin warm beneath her fingers, his pulse drumming stubbornly in his wrist.

He stirs under her touch, and Rayla draws back, her breath caught in her throat. She hadn't meant to wake him, but relief floods her anyway when his eyes flicker open and land on hers, green against lilac, his brow furrowed in concern.

"You okay?"

Rayla hesitates, then swallows, then nods. "Yeah," she mumbles. "I—erm—" She coughs. "I just... wanted to make sure you were okay."

"Why would I not be?"

The ship rocks and moonlight flashes over Callum's lip, still swollen, still split. Rayla flinches at the sight of it, the image of him splayed unconscious on the deck suddenly fresh in her mind once more.

"Oh," says Callum.

Rayla looks away.

There's a pause. It's long and it feels like an ocean between them, so many things still unsaid, so many feelings still unaddressed. Callum shifts, finding her fingers in the dark and resting his forehead against hers, his breath warm and comforting against her lips.

"I'd do it again," he mumbled at last. "I'd take it all again if it meant you'd be safe."

"You wouldn't."

"I would."

Another pause. Another breath. And then the press of lips against hers, gentle, tentative, barely passing for a kiss at all, but a kiss all the same. Rayla tastes the metallic tang of blood on his lips, the split not quite healed all the way just yet, and Callum breathes out, his nose against hers, his breath light on her skin. "I'd do anything for you," he murmurs.

Rayla squeezes her eyes shut, her throat tight, her fingers tighter around his. "I know," she says at last. "That's what I'm scared of."

#in anticipation #rayllum #my favourite thing about s5 us the hurt/comfort

[spielzeugkaiser]

[MASTERPOST]

I did it, ahhh. This took me longer than I anticipated! But they deserve a break before things go down the drain again.

Prompts under the cut:

I had a wonderful ask about 'Jaskier fiercely trying to comfort Geralt right back.' and I wanted to include that bit. Jaskier really tries.

'How do other people see Geralt in this AU' really interesting thought! It highly depends, I think he is seen in a somewhat positive light by some of the staff, but not by all.

ROACH

Jaskier singing 'Toss a Coin' - with others near it would probably not the best thing for their cover, but if they are on their own... I don't think Jaskier feels like it, but back to the first point - he tries to make things a bit lighter.

also for everyone who asked for a break for those two - you are right!!

What also needs to be said: Geralt is the only person who can playfully display even some minor acts that could be interpreted as aggression (like shoving Jaskier on the last panel) - everyone else and this would be waaaaay different. I don't think either of them realised that yet. Last note: Thank you all for your lovely prompts!! It feels like a guilty pleasure sometimes but AHh, this is really my favourite AU to draw for.

#undercover at lettenhove #geraskier #jaskier #geralt of rivia #roach the horse #abuse tw #at this point they are both mentally at a very dark place but they still try to care for each other #I think that's why Jaskier knows he won't be able to talk Geralt out of doing a job for hubby even if they suspect it will end shitty #and Geralt functions on protection mode and caregiving alone #also a thing that keeps popping up: Jaskier does dissociate from time to time; mixed with him playing a role 24/7 it starts to erode #his sense of self and identity #but he KNOWS who he is #he just gets scared sometimes #and Geralt knows this #honestly so angsty but this is still my favourite AU I'm sorry #if hurt/comfort has 1000 fans I'm one of them - if h/c has 10 fans I am one of them - if h/c has ONE FAN I'M-

[not-poignant]

Daily excerpt from chapter 15 of Underline the Blue:

‘Why are you treating him like that?’ Nate said, his voice weak. ‘Are you angry at him?’ Temsen’s eyes narrowed a little, and he tilted his head at Nate, then looked sidelong at Janusz. But then his expression cleared. ‘I’m frustrated,’ Temsen said. ‘His caution around you, while it comes from a very understandable place, hasn’t been helpful. Omegas tend to do better with firm guidance. Janusz hasn’t been trained to handle certain kinds of cases, including yours, and he can’t really help how he feels, but he also needs to step more firmly into the role he’s been hired to perform.’ Nate felt dizzy, and he stared at Janusz instead, because his head felt less foggy when he wasn’t trying to focus on a peak alpha. ‘Oh,’ Nate said all at once. ‘You’re mad because Janusz isn’t meaner to me.’ ‘No, baby,’ Janusz said, stepping forwards, walking past Temsen and talking across whatever he’d been about to say. ‘No. That’s not it at all. He’s mad because Hillview didn’t vet this process properly, and now you’re stuck with me, I’m afraid, because of the shortcomings of this organisation and those in charge of it.’

#daily excerpt #underline the blue #underline the rainbow #nate prince #ohlo ohlo temsen #janusz bodanowicz #omegaverse #mm romance #queer romance #whump #hurt/comfort #angst with a happy ending #god janusz standing up to temsen is one of my favourite things ever

[vanillajello]

One sided (maybe) Torisai hanahaki fic idea that i may or may not use depending on my motivation:

Toritsuka has feelings for Saiki and since saiki sort of finds out instantly Toritsuka doesn't confess (this version is where the person has to confess to get rid of the flowers) and saiki sort of half turns him down but not really so Toritsuka continues having feelings for saiki.

Time goes on and he starts feeling pain in his lungs and he doesn't know why. It starts getting harder to breathe. He starts to cough up Petals and leaves and he has no idea what's going on, saiki finds out instantly again but he doesn't really know either so they do research and find out its hanahaki!!!

They find out that it might end up killing Toritsuka but even if Toritsuka confesses it won't really work and Toritsuka can't really get rid of his feelings, we get fun saiki angst of "everythings always my fault it's it's fault I don't like him and now he's gonna DIE"

They find out that Toritsuka can get surgery to remove the flowers!!! But he'll lose all feelings of romance and memories of the person he was in love with :((( And there's still a chance of the flowers growing back.

Toritsuka doesn't want to lose his memories of Saiki but Saiki wants Toritsuka to live, ensue sad but cute at the same time "Why do you care for someone like me???" Sort of stuff anyways toritsuka gets surgery and forgets about saiki and by extension the psychickers (sort of)

Toritsuka back at school, no memories of saiki, lost all attraction for girls, people are confused because "Holy shit the perv is being a perv???" And saikis sort of like "I'm the worst, Toritsukas not even Toritsuka anymore" and now that Toritsuka doesn't remember saiki he has no friends and is sort of lonely :( Toritsuka also knows he got the surgery for Hanahaki, he just has no idea who the person he fell for was

Anyways from here the plot goes two way option 1 is where Toritsuka slowly ends up becoming friends with the psychickers again, he bonds with everyone and they all get close again, saiki ends up being his best friend and he's happy, even if he's not in love anymore option 2 is slow burn where Toritsuka starts to get feelings for saiki again and the flowers start growing back. Over the period of time seperated with toritsuka saiki falls in love with him and is now kind of sad that he didn't find out earlier, he blocks out his feelings of Toritsuka as sort of self-punishment for what he did, thinking it's all his fault (it's not obviously) and ignores Toritsukas slowly growing feelings for him until Toritsuka starts coughing up flowers again, Toritsuka takes this as meaning saiki not loving him back and he's starting on planning to get the surgery again but then saiki confesses to him in fear of Toritsuka getting hurt again yadayadayada Torisai happy ending:)

#this idea has been fostering in my head for ages #sorry if it doesnt make sense im not bothered to reread it and studf #ive been reading torisai fics for the past few hours so that gave me some motivation to put these ideas up #hurt/comfort torisai is my favourite thing #althoufh not really because the crack fics are really the best since theyre the most canjn #idk what im goinf on about qt this point #goodnight #torisai #saiki k #hanahaki #tdlosk #saiki fanfic #kind of

[cainpdf]

azula will never cease to fascinate me and make my heart clench. being so much smarter and more skilled than anybody around you that it makes you aspire to impossible levels of perfection. having your own mother think you are a monster and that there is something wrong with you. yes she might have grown to be just as bad or worse than her father but she was still only a child. how would any of that not make you go insane

#rewatching atla in this year of our lord #she might be a foil to zuko but on her own she is just. she is not a comfortable character. #we feel for zuko because he is clearly torn between wanting to be loved by his horribly abusive father #and he longs to fit in an environment that does nothing but hurt him #but the same applies to azula. she does not fit she is too much too mean too cutting #she says and notices things adults are appalled when kids say and notice #how would that not fuck with her head. #zuko is my favourite but he is the safe character he is the safe option #he gets out of it. #but it destroys azula. #my mind goes !!!!! when thinking about her #the beach is such a good example of that. she is the perfectly groomed tool her father could use for his purposes #but she is a teenager who cannot act like a teenager should #her only interpersonal skill is manipulation to an extreme #yes i know this has all been said before<3 #atla #azula #mine.txt

[bisexualmultifandommess]

If I don’t get a scene where Daniel comes to the dojo after a fight with Silver and Johnny is like “who the fuck did that to you?” I’ll sue.

#I just want daniel to go through the worst so he can comforted at the end #is that weird lmao #at this point it isn’t even about lawrusso even if that’s my favourite thing #I hope that in canon in season 5 they will have got to the point where seeing each other hurt upsets them #cobra kai #daniel larusso #johnny lawrence #lawrusso #johnny x daniel #daniel x johnny

[jennablackmorebooks]

Leaving myself in-document notes on the purpose of this scene as if it's not to get the pretty stage magician man in a hurt/comfort situation :3c but yeah totally it's cross-applicable to the situation of one of the other characters. this too. totally.

#writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #Angel and the Clock Tower #wouldn't you know but hurt/comfort is one of my favourite sort of things to write. it's cute. #look at these people being nice to their compromised friends. isn't that sweet. isn't that just absolutely hashtag friendship goals #(this man is immobilized by magic and not having the best day of his life)

[dayssinceabrandcrossedmarkiplier]

45 days since a brand crossed Markiplier

1/07/22

#markiplier #okay so... I know this is a mark centric blog which is why I'm doing this in the tags instead of a specific post #but I also know a bunch of you are also part of the mcytblr community #so before I carry on I'm just going to drop the ol' #tw death #tw cancer #right so #I am sure a bunch of you are hurting right now and will for who knows how long (maybe even forever) #that's okay and your feelings are incredibly valid so don't tell yourself they're not #I loved Techno too #I woke up to the news and was crying within 5 minutes as I listened to his dad talk and it started hitting me that this was real #it's been nearly 2 hours now at time of writing (which is roughly 12 hours before this goes up) #and while my emotions are mostly stable rn I'm still in that weird zone of *I'm somewhat 'okay' but any small thing could set me off again* #but yeah just wanted to say I get how you're feeling and if anyone wants to talk my asks on main are open (anon too) #please take care of yourselves as you grieve #here's some tissues a hug and your favourite comfort food #and hey he said it himself #he's taking on the kingdom of god rn #so I'm sure he's doing alright wherever he is

[koishua]

well well well look who it is again. my need to confess my deepest feelings and pain to strangers on the internet after having yet another great and lovely hour or so of crying after being unable to gather the courage to tell anyone else about the root of my nightmares and traumas 😫😫

#tp #watch as i proceed to push away anyone who tries to help me and read yet another 300k+ angst hurt/comfort fic in the middle of the night #bonus bc it's tagged with a MCD warning my favourite i eat it up like it's my last meal it's delicious and so unnecessarily pain inducing🤧 #anyways this was horribly personal i will now go and just... disintegrate into pixels ig #my favourite thing about these episodes is how i find everything so hilarious afterwards (and during it as well) 😭😭 #you know what ignore me for the time being pls i'll pop back in again when im in need of attention‼️‼️

[klywrites]

when Elly and Remy ask Mira how her date went and Mira tells them she had a good time even though she didn't 🙃🫠

#mira stop lying every time you get hurt and need comfort or support 😭 #haha don't we love how she spends most of her time with other people to avoid being alone #and how she just goes along with things instead of like #expressing what she really wants or needs #and her fear of emotionally intimate relationships #I'm so sorry mira I gave you such intense emotional repression #listen i know i said elly is number one #and she is! and always will be #but mira is my favourite character #i love her so much oh my god #rs: the rest of our lives #rsverse: mira

[soft-serve-soymilk]

I am a perfectly normal human being actually I’m just listening to All I Want For Christmas is You in the middle of June while daydreaming fanficcy scenarios to my own unwritten head children’s story. Perfectly normal 👍

#it's hurt/comfort stuff ofc. and with Dism and Inigo no less #turns out Christmas scenarios provide ample ground to explore Inigo's aromanticism + guilt complex + social dynamics #yummy stuff if you ask me as he's my favourite oc #anyway #I love making silly little text posts you all are getting tortured by these now~ #Tumblr is simply the most perfect place for someone like me ^^ #just pav things

[snowyvoid]

feeling particularly emotional today. i wanted to go the shops with my mum but it was too late in the day and they closed. and im listening to the songs i used to like. but i finally stretched my septum. maybe things are okay even though i am the way i am. almost every aspect of my body is wrong in some way, but its okay, because i know that someday, someone or something will see through this skin. see me as i am. and i hope i will see them too. their true self, the thing they hide underneath the bed and in the backs or drawers. i know the sun will rise tomorrow but i still go to bed scared it wont.

#yearning for nothing in particular #more or less in recovery from a relapse #not a “”traditional“” sort of relapse though. i got sick and it triggered an ARFID episode. #so ive been emotional anyway but sometimes thats ok #all of my favourite things are beautiful #and my bed stays comfortable even when im too hurt to change the sheets #and maybe one day ill find someone like me. to run with #away from all of this #sorry for the rant. feeling things today

[casper-perry]

Just This Once (Don't Get Used To It)

author: Insomnia_Productions

summary:

“Could you just leave me alone? You’re good at that, aren’t you?”

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The day after using Corruption, Dazai runs into Chuuya—only, his ex-partner seems intent on avoiding him, not even rising to his taunts. Clearly, the situation must be remedied at once.

#bungou stray dogs #Dazai Osamu/Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) #Dazai Osamu (Bungou Stray Dogs) #Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) #Armed Detective Agency (Bungou Stray Dogs) #fluff #hurt/comfort #Sort Of #EVERYONE'S BEEN WRITING ANGST ABOUT THE EPISODE I JUST NEEDED THIS TO SOOTHE MY HEART OKAY #also i may or may not be procrastinating on that domestic series haha #anyway #Suffering Nakahara Chuuya (Bungou Stray Dogs) #Dazai Osamu Not Being an Asshole (Bungou Stray Dogs) #because corruption is every soukoku's fangirl's ultimate tool #unfortunately most people seem to use it for mass destruction #bUT SO HELP ME #WOULD IT KILL US TO HAVE A LITTLE FLUFF ONCE IN A WHILE #also can i just say that i hate naming these things #it is my least favourite part of the writing process

[sttoru]

‘satoru hates arguments. even more so when your conflicts cause your baby daughter to be upset as well.’

☀︎｜tags. (girl) dad!gojo satoru x female reader. fluff, angst, comfort. mention of arguments between parents. comfort & happy ending, though!

satoru hates having arguments with you. he hates it whenever an argument turns into the silent treatment. he apologises and apologises — yet nothing helps to change your mood sometimes.

ever since you got married and had your daughter, you were a bit more sensitive to the smallest of things than usual. it wasn’t like satoru despised you for it; in fact, he understands that motherhood was and is stressful. that man was nothing but supportive to you.

though, your little arguments were indirectly having an impact on the mental state of your baby. you didn’t even know an one year old could sense the tension between her parents.

“mama, mama!” your daughter appears out of nowhere, waddling over to you standing in the kitchen. she had barely just learnt how to walk. her tiny hand reaches for yours and she points at the doorway with her other, “go, mama, go.”

you curiously let your little girl lead you towards where she was pointing at, only to arrive at the living room. satoru was sitting on the couch, idly staring at the ceiling, other hand fiddling with one of your daughter’s toys. he seemed deep in thought. even exhausted and clearly not his playful self.

“mama, go! mama go papa.”

satoru’s head turns to the side at the cute sound of his favourite little girl. he smiles brightly at her return to the living room, only for his smile to fade just for a second at the sight of you next to her. he isn’t mad at you—more like sad that you still seemed upset with him.

your daughter tugs at your index finger. she apparently wants you to go to her dad—wants you to interact or talk with him. her big eyes were staring up at you with a pleading look in them.

you were in a dilemma. of course, you wanted to put your daughter’s mind at ease. you could just fake interact with satoru—or actually just make it up—but there was still a small part of you that needed time alone. you weren’t yet mentally ready for another confrontation. you needed time to think it out.

however, part of you also knows that your earlier argument was kind of silly. you don’t even fully remember what it was about, that’s how irrelevant it was to your brain.

“c’mon, pumpkin. ‘tis not nice for you to bother mama while she’s cooking.” satoru’s soft voice startles you back to reality. he had already gotten up and crouched down to pick your daughter up in his arms, kissing her chubby cheeks to distract her; “mama’s busy, ‘kay? let’s go play with papa.”

even satoru knew that your argument had caused your little girl to feel some kind of stress. she didn’t fully comprehend the situation, though she was clearly uncomfortable by the fact that her parents were not acting nice and lovey dovey like they usually would.

“no, papa. mama!” the baby whines and points at you and then at satoru, her little legs kicking. it absolutely broke satoru’s heart — shattered it into pieces. oh, how he wishes to never fight with you again. the sight of his little bundle of joy trying to mend things between you two with all she could was simply too much.

satoru looks down at you and notices the way you look at your one year old as well. the same way he did; with guilt and sadness. he sighs softly and without further thought, wraps his free arm around your shoulders and brings you close to his body.

“c’mere,” satoru murmurs as he holds both your daughter and you to his chest, “let me hold my two girls, yeah? may i, sweetheart? please.”

your husband asks for your consent. if you were okay with this—even when he needs it desperately, to hold you again in his arms and to make it right to you—your comfort comes first. if you weren’t ready yet to make up, he’d let you go. even if it’d hurt him immensely.

you don’t answer with your words and instead let your actions do the talking. you wrap one arm around satoru’s torso, the other cradling your daughter closer to both you and him.

it was like nothing mattered anymore in that moment, except for your little family. your worries, stress and anxiety about everything and anything had vanished into thin air as you felt the embrace of the two people you held dear.

your daughter finally giggles—a sound satoru and you had greatly missed. you close your eyes and just rest against your husband’s body.

“mama papa, wuv!” the little girl squeals in happiness as she excitedly babbles on, causing both satoru and you to laugh as well. the white-haired sorcerer leaves a big peck on the baby’s forehead before doing the same to you.

“mhm, papa loves mama veeery much.” satoru hums and kisses your forehead again, solely because he missed being affectionate to you, “papa loves his sweet little angel too.”

you can’t help but chuckle along with your one year old—who seemed to be extremely content in her parents’ loving embrace again. this is how it always should be.

“mama also loves papa very much.” you reply, causing your husband to regain his usual big grin. he finally got what he longed for; to have you look and talk to him with love. your silence may have lasted only a few hours, but it felt like it had been a couple cruel months to the sorcerer.

your eyes meet his again and all was well. you smile at him and he smiles back before leaning in to kiss you gently on the lips. satoru’s arm that was draped over your shoulder moves down to curl around your lower back, pulling you as close to him as your bodies would allow.

he pulls back after a few seconds and just lovingly stares at your face again—eyes holding an affection only you had ever been able to witness. your eyes told the same story; nothing could separate you two. ever.

“waaaaah! mama papa, me, me!”

the romantic air between you two suddenly gets interrupted by your daughter’s excited demands. she was demanding kisses as well, puffing her cheeks up as she got ready for it.

“ohh? seems like our angel wants some kisses too.” satoru laughs and nods his head at the baby in his other arm whilst looking at you, “shall we?”

you giggle and nod back—not able to refuse your little girl any longer.

it was not long before the living room fills with the sounds of your child’s laughter, which was caused by the continuous kisses and tickles she was receiving from both satoru and you.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you #gojo x y/n #jjk x female reader #jjk fanfic