#self ship drabble

[varganardi]

Comforting your f/o 🌧🫂

Yes, being comforted by your f/o is nice, but...

Imagine comforting them

Especially if they're usually "the strong one" and always there for you, and rarely show their own troubles

Maybe they never talk about their feelings? Instead, they keep it all inside - until they have a storm of emotions within. Until they can't keep it inside.

Imagine being the one they open up to Being the one your f/o trusts enough to let it out - To be vulnerable, and real.

Imagine hugging them, holding them close in your arms - And feeling them squeeze you closer, never wanting to let go.

Imagine telling them it's ok, and saying: "I'm here for you. Always" Feeling how they slowly relax in your embrace, calming down from your reassurance.

Imagine taking care of them - Loving them.

They trust you and love you, and they appreciate you being there for them. You're one of the people they trust the most, one of the few that they open up to. You're the one the dare be vulnerable with, the one who's arms they want to be in when everything feels overwheling.

Imagine being the shoulder they cry on - Being your f/o's rock, and them being yours.

[Pro-ships DNI.]

[tireddovahkiin]

SELF-SHIPPERS WHO THINK THEY'RE BAD AT COOKING!!!

Listen to this funny scenario XD Imagine your F/O is the only one who likes your cooking. The others are 'weaklings' and 'cannot' handle your peak cooking skills (in their eyes). They don't see anything wrong with it, no matter if you made it too salty or spicy or sweet, and actually always ask for more. (They even consider it better than any restaurant food they've tried ever.)

Your F/O is willing to try some food you made. People give them a warning, and a bit of a concerning stare, SECRETLY giving glares to drop the food.

They notice, but take a bite anyways.

And... Their eyes widen, starting to glisten, and even a tear rolling down their cheek.

Your beloved is... absolutely AMAZED. Your darling is so dazed, left speechless, taste buds blessed by your heavenly cooking. They might even start to serenade to the very food, and you, the marvellous chef with 'golden hands'. Or if they're the more stoic type, just stare at you... Like they're silently telling you 'Thank you for making this'. They look so PROUD of you, that they got to befriend/court/marry/adopt such a cooker in their life. Your F/O consider themself lucky.

Seeing the reaction of them, everyone seems shocked. They "survived" eating your meal? Maybe... This time it really was good?

One person grabs one of your plates, having a taste... And fainting right afterwards.

The others rush over to help, but your F/O? They give them an unamused glare, maybe even muttering a 'pathetic' under their breath. Saying how they are being overdramatic, and that there is NOTHING wrong with your cooking. While they're taking another bite, the people are doing CPR on the knocked out guy and calling an ambulance.💀

(Long story short. You're imagining things! Your cooking bad? Did you see how your F/O seemed to almost WOLF DOWN the whole meal you've made, not even taking a break to breathe or wipe their face? Yeahhh, you better not say anything negative about it in front of them, your dear F/O WILL defend your cooking for their life.)

[frankys-wife]

Franky helping Mimi open a goddamn bottle of cola because I do not have hand strength.

"Need some help?" He asks her.

"No, I'm fine." Mimi responds, attempting to use her sleeve for some resistance, but with no luck.

Franky watches her struggle for another minute or so. Mimi shifts in her seat, her face turning a scarlet hue as she tries different angles in an attempt to break the seal on the bottle.

"...you need help. Give it here." Franky sighs, motioning for Mimi to pass him the bottle.

She reluctantly hands it to him with a small smile, nodding slightly at her own failure. He effortlessly cracks the cap open, letting out a small chuckle before managing to steal a swig of her cola and handing it back.

"Your hands aren't really cut out for the hard stuff, are they? Struggling to crack open a bottle. Thought you'd have some more elbow grease, babe." Franky chuckles, teasing Mimi slightly.

"Hey, I tried, okay?" Mimi smirks, her voice filled with mirth as she raises her hands in mock offense. "Not everyone has your huge arms."

He raises an eyebrow. "You don't need my super arms to open a bottle, darlin'! It just takes some strength. And your hands are too soft."

"Are they, now?" Mimi tilts her head, a grin playing at her lips. "Is that a bad thing?"

"If you're tryin' to open some cola, yeah. Or most things, for that matter." Franky pauses, his eyes meeting Mimi's with a warm gaze.

Slowly, his lips curl into a lopsided playful smirk, the feeling of his hand slipping overtop of hers giving her a fluttery feeling. Franky turns her arm over, his comparatively large hand engulfing hers. He squeezes her hand, relishing the feeling of her soft palms against his tough artificial skin.

"But if you're holding my hand, well, there's nothing wrong with that."

MY FIRST ATTEMPT AT A FRANKIMI DRABBLE! I hope it was good, I haven't written anything in a long time! <3

[tuxedokit-sys-selfships]

Della + 💐

flowers

thats it! perfect! those are romantic or something, right?

della punched the air, reaching for her coat and scarf as she marched to the door. she had all day to prepare for her date, but that wouldnt stop her from fussing. not out of a giddy daze necessarily, more anxious anticipation. normally, she wouldnt even humor the thought of anything so... romantic, in fact she kinda hated the whole concept. but this would mean a lot to luna, she knew this in her heart of hearts. and luna was... different.

not as in she wanted to do the whole staring into their eyes and slurping up the same spaghetti noodle or whatever—gross. no, more in the sense that they knew each other... theyd met briefly when they were kids, then, again in their early 20s. most consequential one night stand of her life by FAR.

.... well, maybe second. but thats irrelevant right now.

point is, they'd woken up in bed together, realized they actually did know each other and decided to keep in touch. luna went from a booty call to a dear friend (with benefits) to.... god. what the hell do you even call that? best friends+? anyway, eventually they were 26 and luna confessed, because of course it did, and della panicked. she didnt want to lose luna, but also dear fuck the idea of being someones girlfriend made her sick. not to mention her secret baggage (three eggs, to be precise).

so she shot it down, turned off her phone and cried. then in that week there was the rocket, and the moon crash, and now a decade later, here she was finding out that luna had been looking for her that whole time. had accepted her rejection with grace, said it hadnt meant to pressure her, simply wanted her to know she was loved, no reciprocation necessary... and then that thing spent a decade proving it. even after her case had gone cold, luna hadnt bought it, and spent ten years traveling the globe in search of her, texting her the whole time.

ten years. wow. it... really had been a while, huh?

a lot can change in a decade, and they both knew that. which was why this was just supposed to be grabbing lunch with an old friend and catching up. but della had been doing some backreading, and she knew those feelings hadnt faded. if anything they had somehow grown, planted in the soil of desperation. seriously, some of those texts date back to the month before she got back. crazy. and they werent all love letters, too. musing on whether she had just gone off the grid, was hiding from them, kidnapped (prime theory), or just actually dead... anyway, point is, that context changed things. that thing was for real about how it felt, and didnt need her to figure out how to feel the same back.

she found herself at the flower shop before she realized she had even left the mansion. wow. was this an adhd thing? or was it normal to put your body on autopilot so you can reminisce in a particularly expositional manner while doing tasks? how long had she been standing in front of the flower shop staring at the door? she should probably move now.

della shook her head and pushed open the door, entering the store with the chime of a bell. cute. she'd always liked those be—

"Hello, how can I help you today?"

oh right, people exist. including the small old owl lady behind the counter. this was probably her store. della realized she should probably say something.

"hi! im just browsing for now, but im super putting together a boquet for someone, so ill be back!" della shot the woman two slightly awkward finger guns as she delved further into the store

"Wonderful, dear. I'll be here if you need any help."

okay, flowers. couldnt just throw anything together, no, this had to be good. and, as much as shed like it, she doubted the lady had picks for "im willing to try this even if i dont feel the same way also i missed you a lot and i love you" on hand. but with the power of google and her notes app, anything was possible.

.......

"heyy im back, can i get a boquet with lavender..."

della glanced back and forth as she spoke, between the shopkeep and her phone, which was sporting of a list of seemingly random flowers shed seen in the store.

"...arborvitae, honeysuckle, valerian, cranberry, forget-me-nots, and... hazel? oh, and tie it with a vine instead of a ribbon!"

"Hm... Quite the mix, but alright! I'll be right back"

the elderly owl shuffled off to god knows where, eventually returning with dellas boquet. it looked nice, she thought. yeah. this would work.

"Alright, dear, let me ring you up."

della found herself checking her phone as she waited and OH NO SHE WAS GOING TO BE LATE.

"THANKS LADY SORRY GOTTA GO KEEP THE CHANGE BYE!!" she slapped some random jewels and treasures from her latest trip on the counter and bolted with her boquet.

weird. usually she reserved this level of dedication for life or death running... she supposed she did really really care how this went. luna was someone dear to her. and hey, if she had to date anyone, this lunatic butch catthing would be her go to. hey, soeaking of, there it is! on its phone—wow its aged nicely—sitting at a table. finally, it heard her panting and looked up and della had not realized how badly she had missed luna until this exact moment. luna was already out of their chair by the time della reached it, and before they knew it they were hugging like this had all been a bad dream.

"i, uh... i got you something"

della took a reluctant step back from the hug, mostly to reveal her gift. the look on lunas face once again reminded her why she was doing... all of this. awe, wonder, hesitance...

"...wow... you... you got me... flowers?"

[pastelpousay]

💘Love Birds🕊

Little Drabble I decided to make for not reason what so ever, look out for a Rayco Drabble cuz I’m very tempted.

Warnings: slight mentions of blood and wounds(??) (Not any angst it’s all fluff just a warning for you!!💗)

“You got little bit of a cut right here…,”

Hades stated as he held Rina’s face in his hands, brushing his thumb just over the small laceration on her lower lip.

He had been examining her face for a while now. The two of them had been just staring at each other, silently longing for the other as if they hadn’t been talking just moments prior. Now they were here, with Rina trapped between Hades arm that had been wrapped around her waist, and himself.

She had to admit she had never been this close to him in all the time they had been together— or anyone for that matter. The whole thing just made her heart skip beat. Seriously if the girl could blush she’d be the finest shade of scarlet right now.

“Oh, yes I know…I’m not bleeding am i?”

“No,” Hades said as his eyes still scanning over her lip before they headed back up to her chocolate eyes, in which he so adored. “Does it hurt?” He questioned.

“Only a little.”

“Want me to kiss it better?” A wide grin spread across his face, the same grin that made her heart skip a beat the first time they met. Rina couldn’t help but smile back, a strike of pain coming from the cut on her lip as she did, but she payed it no mind. It hurt but how could she care when she was looking up at the man— or god she loved so dearly, the god she wanted to spend the rest of her life with no matter how long, the person that looked at her in the most adoring way anyone ever could. how could she not smile?

“Don’t smile at me like that, unless you want me to fall in love you you again.” She responded, letting out a small giggle.

“Maybe I want that…” he said, moving his face a bit closer to hers, teasing her in a way.

“Hm,” Rina’s smile softened along with her gaze as she leaned in further, their lips finally meeting, with Rina throwing her arms around his neck. She swears every time they kissed it just made her heart feel like it was dancing on clouds, and all the thoughts in her head seemed to just disappear leaving her with an empty headed satisfaction just before he had pulled away.

‘Fuck!’

“Still hurt?”

“Yep.”

“Awe, my sweet starry eyed baby—“

“Don’t.”

“Lemme take care of you okay, baby? Okayyy?” Hades teased sarcastically as he began placing kisses all along her face. As much as she wanted to resist,

She knew she couldn’t complain. How could she after all?

[sincerely-bats]

Purely fluff in this modern au of the BOYS. The true otp. The THROUPLE.

The art here was crafted by one of my favourite human beings! Sooooo, thank you to @cant-help-but-self-ship who created the lovely header art for this drabble!

Anyway, this one is very short because I was sleepy when writing it hshdhshdj

Zoro groaned as he sat in the drivers seat, staring out the window on his side, muscular hand grasping the frame while the other rested on the bottom of the steering wheel wheel, index finger tapping impatiently. “Is never going to hurry the hell up and get out here. It’s been ten minutes.” He offered impatiently.

Luffy glanced over, leaned all the way back in the passenger seat in a bored fashion, absently picking his ear with his pinky. “This isn’t his place.” He pointed out simply.

Squinting at the house, and then adjusting to turn his body toward Luffy, Zoro cocked a brow. “Yeah it is.” He responded, tone laced with a defensive quality that had Luffy sighing.

“Nope.” The shorter of the pair chuckled a bit and moved to speak when Zoro’s phone rang. Glancing at it with a level of nosiness that rivalled a child, Luffy picked the device up and looked at the ID, already opening it and accepting the call. “Rainy!” He started happily, putting the phone on speaker.

Rayne hummed softly, speaking with a curious lilt, “hey, Lu. Where are you guys?”

Luffy went to answer, but before he could, Zoro was taking the phone into his possession which had him laughing quietly, the combination of Zoro’s misplaced annoyance, and Rayne asking the ever poignant topical question was like comedy gold.

Shooting a small look of displeasure Luffy’s way, Zoro shook his head and sighed. “Well, if you look outside you’ll see-“

“No one? An empty driveway?” Rayne interrupted dryly, unable to help himself in doing so.

Almost immediately, Luffy was howling with laughter, elbowing Zoro gently. “See?” He grinned, a playful gleam in his brown eyes.

Groaning and raking a hand through his green spiked hair— messing it up further— Zoro shook his head. “Quit playing around!” He insisted.

“I’m not-“

Luffy leaned over Zoro’s lap to speak into the phone, grinning wolf is holy now, and it was almost like his face would split in half if he grinned any wider as he laughed. “Zoro got lost!”

That much had been obvious.

“Luffy.. my dearest heart… can you tell me where you are?” Rayne asked with a bemused tone, absently tapping the back of his phone.

Zoro sat there, hand resting on Luffy’s lower back as he listened with displeasure, not wanting to actually admit that he had gotten lost despite it being obvious that he had.

Nodding to himself as if Rayne could see him, Luffy hummed. “I think a block away. He got us closer than usual.”

Zoro swatted Luffy’s butt gently for that, crossing his arms and glaring out the window in his own form of displeasure that Luffy liked to think of as sulking and pouting— mostly pouting.

Rayne chuckled. “This is why he should never drive.” He responded in a singsong fashion, raking a hand through his ruddish hair, fixing his long teal braids over his shoulders after, the fidgeting easing his mind.

“Mhmmm.” Luffy agreed, sitting back up and swinging his feet onto the dashboard. “I bet whoever’s driveway we’re in is probably freaked out.” He offered absently.

Zoro couldn’t help chuckling at that. “Fine. I’m at the wrong place..” he murmured, starting the car up again now that Luffy had his phone. “I’ll be there for real in five minutes.” He insisted, shifting the car into reverse and pulling out of the current driveway.

“I won’t count on it.” Rayne teased affectionately.

Luffy beamed, making himself comfortable. “Turn left, Zoro.” He mused, pointing in the direction he meant, making sure the taller man did so instead of somehow going the exact opposite direction. “I’ll keep him in line this time.”

AH. There it was.

Rayne let out a huffed laugh and shook his head. “You let him go the wrong way on purpose didn’t you….?”

“Yep!

——————————-

Rayne shook his head as he hung up his phone, having stayed on the line just long enough to be able to gauge that they were already getting closer.

Because Luffy and Zoro were on the right path this time, the man grabbed his house keys and wallet, heading outside, locking the door after himself before sitting on the front steps patiently.

They had likely missed out on the movie viewing they had been planning to go to, but that was fine, they could just go and get coffee and hot chocolate instead…. Maybe go for a small walk together.

He was snapped out of his thoughts as the sound of a car screeching to a halt in his driveway pervaded the air, head lurching up to look, relief flooding him.

Standing up carefully, the auburn haired man headed for the vehicle— a simple beat up old thing Zoro had only been able to afford because he had convinced Naomi to loan him the cash— he still owed her a fair amount of berri because of it, but apparently it had beeen worth it.

“Hey my darlings.” Rayne hummed, leaning into the driver’s side window and kissing Zoro on the cheek before climbing into the back seat of the car, already leaning forward to kiss Lufffy’s cheek, nuzzling the soft olive skin.

Zoro hummed, seeming calmer from the gentle touch. “We’re missing the movie.” He pointed out simply, earning a nod in reply.

Luffy nodded his agreement, undoing his seat buckle and climbing into the back which earned a shout of protest from Zoro as he took a flip flop to the shoulder as black haired man pushed into the back of the car.

Laughing, Rayne made sure Luffy didn’t hit his head. “Yeah, I was thinking we just go to the coffee shop instead, get you and I some coffee— Luffy a hot chocolate— maybe a few cookies, and then we go for a walk in the park?” He suggested.

Giving a thumbs up, Zoro pulled out of the driveway. “Yeah, that’s fine.” He agreed, not visibly excited, but still happy by his standards regardless if it was a visual joy or not.

“Yeah, sounds great to me!” Luffy, the total opposite of Zoro in showing excitement, was all smiles and bright eyes. “I get food out of the deal!” He laughed boisterously, the sound like music to Rayne’s ears.

Rayne smiled fondly and kissed his cheek, occasionally reminding Zoro of which directions they needed to go, his eyes locked on the road to ensure they didn’t miss any turns.

“Free food, even.” Rayne offered absently, more than happy to pay for everything today, especially since Zoro was driving (like always).

“I get FREE food out of the deal!” Luffy corrected with a grin, adjusting in his seat to hug Rayne as a form of thanks.

Apparently I am on a writing kick at the moment! Who would have ever guessed, ya know? I guess thanks to my brain for being obsessed enough with Sam yesterday to write something and open the floodgates after all this time??? Me, writing consistently, who would have thunk it??? WHat’s neXT?! Me writing something about my ship with Dick?? My ship with Remy?? My platonic ship with Wally?! Familial ships with the Addams Family??? NO ONE KNOWS. NOT EVEN ME. Yeehaw!!

The tag list! @tex-treasures , @sugar-and-pearls , @cant-help-but-self-ship

If you would like to be added to the tag list, let me know!

[prismatica-the-strange]

Eric bandaging you after an accident

Thank You so much for my first Eric Prompt, Nonnie! I am kissing you on the mouth (respectfully)

Warnings: 18+, injury, mentions of blood

Word count: 337

Her footing is always so sure. Even when the ocean swells, and waves throw around the ship.

So sure in fact, it wasn't actually Mairead that had slipped, but one of the cabin boys trying to help in the sudden squall.

She had just climbed down from the rigging after helping to secure one of the sails when the boy came tumbling into her. It was so quick.

She hit the deck but there was no time to worry about the pain in her upper chest as the rain came down in sheets.

It wasn't until Eric stopped her as she hurried by, hand firm on her arm.

"You're hurt," There's worry in his voice.

"It's just a bruise," She tries to brush him off, knowing well her white blouse would be seethrough at this point.

"Mairead, you're bleeding."

That's how she found herself here, stained shirt discarded, praying that the flickering candlelight is dim enough to hide her blush as Eric looks at her intensely.

There's a cut across the right of her collarbone, a jagged tear of flesh that's sure to leave a nasty scar.

She flinches when he lightly touches a damp cloth to the wound, causing him to jump back as well.

"Sorry."

He cleans it as quickly and carefully as be can before wrapping a clean bandage around her. It's awkward because of where it is, but he manages with a little help.

They're both laughing quietly as he tries to secure it, breath and voices mingling.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"It's sore, but I'll be fine."

His eyes soften from familiarity to something else, a look she's still not used to recieving from him.

Her breath hitches when he leans in close to her chest.

"Eric-"

His hand caresses the back of her head as his lips press ghost-like over the cut.

"There," He murmurs, "To take the pain away."

"You goof," She chuckles, pulling him up to softly kiss his lips, "What would I do without you?

[pechaberriesandsoju]

Uhhhh, small drabble gO

Wade wasn't expecting much when he was coming home. He was expecting to see a warm, welcoming smile on his dear girlfriend's face, though and maybe some cuddles, while they waited for Logan to come back. What he wasn't expecting was to open the door to the smell of toast and strawberry jelly. He definitely was not expecting to look over at the kitchen counter and seeing the just bought loaf of bread be dangerously close to the halfway point. Oooh, Logan or Al were not going to be happy about that....oh, who was he kidding? It's Kore they'll let it slide. But he might run to the corner shop just in case. He could hear the sound of footsteps and crackling electric faintly down the hall, growing closer.

He closed the door behind him and walked towards the source of the sound, eyebrow muscles scrunched together as the merc tried to sound calm. "Hey Sparky?? Are you okay???" He asked with a small pout, tugging at his lips as he caught sight of his short mutant girlfriend stepping out of his bedroom with what looked like a half eaten toasted pb and j wrapped in a paper towel in her hand, a stressed look on her face. If her expression wasn't enough of a sign that something was wrong, the pink sparks bouncing off of body definitely were. And the way her hair was fluffed up more than usual.

Gold eyes glance up, and her mutterings are cut short as she looks at him, a frown on her face. She quickly shook her head to shake off any lingering sparks and tried to put on a happy face and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine, why do you ask?" She asked, her tone not convincing enough for him. "Well, maybe because my favorite electrical hazard is currently pacing around the apartment and seems to have been stress eating toasted pbs. That's probably why I asked." He said with a tilt of his head, blue and brown eyes squinting at her. She sighed as her shoulders slumped, and she tried to look away. "Dammit, I knew I should've snuck off and grabbed another loaf..." "The loaf of bread is the least of my worries, I'm more worried about you causing another power outtage in the building again." That made her whip her head back around to look at him, face scrunched up as she pouted. "That was one time!!!"

I'm leaving it there cause idk where else to go with this.

[anaxasparfait]

HSR Men x GN!Reader Texts— Part 5 with my comfort characters because I finished all of Amphoreus and couldn't stop crying the whole day. I will get to requests tomorrow.

[the-bar-sinister]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy- the sequel - Select from the following and send a pairing

I : Holding hands under the table, or otherwise hidden from view II : Brushing their hair III : Offering them their jacket in the cold/rain IV : Comforting them after a shock V : Listening to their heartbeat VI : Wiping away their tears VII : Kissing their hand VIII : Stargazing/Cloud watching together IX : Listening to the same piece of music X : Coaxing them to eat or drink something  XI : Trading affectionate insults XII : Tucking their hair behind their ear XIII : Holding on to each other in a crowd XIV : Helping them dress or undress XV : Watching them sleep XVI : Singing them a lullaby XVII : Comforting them after a nightmare XVIII : Stroking their cheek XIX : Pressing their foreheads together XX : Falling asleep in their lap XXI : Preparing a meal together XXII : Sharing the same cigarette or drink XXIII : Tucking them in to bed

[dreamer81093]

“Why—Why do you keep doing this? Over and over and over again, you break yourself to pieces for others and never let me help!”

“Because I don’t want you to! You have enough to deal with!”

“So? You matter most! Not some stupid job, not money, not who lives or who dies! You!”

“But you need to not have to deal with the things I can! You need rest and you need these breaks—”

“I need you!”

…

“I-I need you. Only you. So please, don’t shut me out. You’re all that I need.”

[varganardi]

Home - Varganardi oneshot

Words: 1K Warnings: Angst, Hurt/Comfort. Cuss words, slight injury & mention of blood Summary: Just Laura comforting Nacho <3 Pr0ships DNI!

He kicks off his shoes, his heart heavy with anxiety, and his head, and shoulder, pulsating with pain. The TV is on. Is she really up at this time…? Guilt creeps up, realizing she’s been up. Waiting for him to get home. And here he is, bruised up, sore and exhausted. He limps into the living room to find her, his beloved Laura, asleep under a blanket, with a documentary playing on the tv. He wants to walk up to her, hold her in his arms and seek comfort in her warm embrace. 

Instead, he sneaks - at least tries to limp quietly - to the kitchen. He opens the fridge, which is almost empty. He takes out a beer, the freezing bottle feeling good against his sweaty palms. He puts it against the bruise on his face, and hisses at the pain but then sighs in relief, when the coldness numbs the pain. It has the same effect on the bruise on his shoulder. If only it worked for feelings too. He scoffs at the thought. How bitter he sounds. 

“Nacho?” 

Shit! He turns around quickly, as if paranoid it's someone else. But of course, it’s only Laura. Laura… She looks tired, but as soon as she sees the look on his face, she looks more awake, concerned. Shit. He fights the impulse to throw the bottle away. Instead, he removes it from his skin slowly, giving his girlfriend a sheepish smile. The glare he receives says: I’m not dumb. He sighs. She’s seen the bruises, of course. She’s too observant, too worried about him. Too damn stubborn. That’s what I love about her, though. 

“Hey… You awake?”

No reply. The ticking from the clock on the wall is almost a relief, because at least it’s not completely silent. Usually, he and Laura have a comfortable silence. They don’t always need, nor want to talk. They don’t need background noise either, just the company of each other. 

This is different. She crosses her arms and looks him up and down. His shoulders slumps down, and he barely notices his girlfriend's absence. He blinks his eyes and stares at the closed fridge in an attempt to lose track of time. That’s when Laura returns, but this time carrying a bottle of wound cleanser, cotton pads and band-aids. Noticing how zoned out her boyfriend looks, she takes his arm, guiding him to sit down in a chair. He almost whines when he bends his hurt leg to sit down, almost. But then yet again, Laura notices his tiny grimace. Damn it, Laura. 

“I’m fine.”

“No. You’re not.”

He doesn’t even protest when she sits on the chair next to him, and carefully helps him off with the shirt, so she can inspect his bruises. 

He can see the thousands of emotions on her face - confusion, anxiety and worry, anger, and then… She swallows hard to hide the emotions from seeing him like this. Her beloved boyfriend, exhausted and wounded next to her. She hates it, and hates his work, hates to know that she could lose him, just like that. She blinks her eyes. Not now, not now. She tells herself. 

But she’s not the only observant one. Nacho sees the pain in her face, and it kills him. 

“This will sting for a bit.” she wets the cotton pad with a solution that makes him crinkle his nose. He flinches as she puts it against his skin, dabbing at the sore skin of his shoulder, and then the face. His eyes tears up at the discomfort, but her presence, and the gentle touch, makes it feel ok. She mumbles apologies, but continues the work.

“What happened?”

“Laura…”

“Nacho.” 

I give up. He thinks. But he tells her about what happened. He tells her about work today, and everything that messed up. As he talks, she reacts to his words, but never interrupts. If it’s one person he trusts, it’s her. She’s concerned, of course, but never too judging. She hates the fact Nacho is in the cartel, but knows how difficult it is to leave. She’s stayed by his side all this time, even before they started dating. Always on his side. After some minutes the wounds are treated and his face and shoulder is covered in bandaids. I probably look ridiculous. She’s thought of everything, and he even has a bag of frozen beans against his leg, which still hurts.

All of this, for him. 

“What did I ever do to deserve you?” he whispers. Laura looks at him, her soft green eyes meeting his dark brown eyes. The pain in his voice is reflected in her eyes. They both feel it. 

“Stop it.” 

“I…”

“Stop. I mean it.” She walks into the bedroom and returns to the kitchen with a new shirt for Nacho. After helping him put it on, she walks him to the couch. She’s about to leave again to go get him something, but the urge to feel her close is too overwhelming. She protests as Nacho pulls her down next to him, wrapping his strong arms around her. He just holds her like that, and she hugs him back. Laura moves her hand over his head and shoulders, in a soothing way, and Nacho melts into her touch. He inhales her shampoo and the scent, her scent, of lavender and peppermint. It smells like home. She is his home. He holds her, and wishes to never let go. 

“I love you.” Nacho mumbles, his voice hoarse with emotions. 

“I love you.” her voice too is full of emotions, and shaky. 

For the first time in what feels like forever, he allows himself to be vulnerable. His eyes burn with tears, but he doesn’t hold back. Nacho knows he doesn’t have to. Not now, not with Laura. 

“Let it out, Iggy.” she whispers. And he lets it all out. “It’ll be ok.” 

He actually believes it. 

“Stay. Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never, amore. I’m right here.” Laura’s voice is full of determination. “You’ll be ok.” 

Her words, her touch, and the reassurance is all he needs right now. He knows that whatever he faces, Laura will be by his side. 

Home. 

She is his home.

It's angst o'clock YAYYY

Been working on this one for a while, but GUYS!!!

I'm finally out of my creative block and my motivation AND inspiration to write is coming back!!! 😭💕

Here's a little Varganardi hurt/comfort :3

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Just a short SephiZillia drabble stuck in my mind :]

── ࣪˖ ࣪ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ──

"Mmm.."

"What?"

"That tickles."

Sephiroth's lips quirked into a victorious smirk. He did it again. Tsizilias muscles contracted under the touch.

"You devil."

The silver head chuckled.

"I can't help it. You're just too fun to play with." He replied, nibbling tenderly on the womans earlobe. She tsked, attempting to break free, but a pair of strong arms held her from doing so.

"Angel, you're starting to really annoy me." Tsizilia protested, not sounding too convincing. Of course, Sephiroth saw right through her.

"Liar."

"Shut up."

"Make me."

Groaning in defeat, she buried her face in hands. Sephiroth only squeezed her tighter against him in return, grinning as he felt her body instantly melt at his touch alone.

She'll get her revenge later. Eventually.

But...

The point is, they love each other. Crazily so.

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ ᯓ★

HOOOLY shit im crazy about them- 🫠

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Sephiroth self shippers dni!

[yizholic]

loving rafayel looks a little like this.

sand hidden beneath hotel sheets, sunrises over the east coast, running through campus sprinklers, skinny dipping at midnight, accidentally getting a little too high, cold plunges, cute animal videos—"this is so us," voice memos, counting arcade tokens, chipped nail polish, white bedsheets, using outdated slang, the smell of hair dye, knuckle cracking, mismatched socks, a well-traveled sketchbook, finding eye-colored rocks, silent agreements, lipstick stains, lego flowers, anatomy sketches, buttoning up his shirt, humming your favorite tune, tight hugs for anxiety, faded polaroids, folktales to fall asleep, learning a forgotten language, drunk karaoke, water damaged paperbacks, four hands playing on a single piano, the summer solstice, straw wrapper rings, airport hugs, sleeping with the windows open, showering together—washing each other's hair, warm hands and cold feet, cloud gazing, the weekend farmer's market, stretching canvases, slow days, parasols and designer sunglasses, braided friendship bracelets, moving the fridge magnets, dressing up for candlelit restaurants, at-home haircuts, breathing exercises, snorkeling masks, conspiracy theories, stolen kisses, legs tangled on the couch, borrowed textbooks, jumping over beach waves, an old deck of cards, whispered confessions and exclamations of love, and memorizing the sound of footsteps—of keys unlocking the front door.

loving rafayel comes naturally, something you've both practiced in another life. it's intimately familiar—full of old habits. and at the heart of it all, it belongs to the two of you entirely.

[sugurouge]

── "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚."

Calm. Happy. At ease. Tamed. Words Sylus would have never chosen to describe himself with. Much rather proud, striking, confident. A creature of control, always the hunter. But it all changed the first time her fingers ran through his hair after he took his helmet off, a gentle touch laden with a gravity he hadn’t realised he was orbiting. Suddenly, his favourite ritual became picking her up on his bike just to have her fix his appearance, letting her rewrite him strand by silver strand. And he would come to return the kindness tenfold. Because the sight of her rendered him defenseless: Windblown and laughing, cheeks glowing bright under the ruby moon of the N109 zone as he ran his fingers through her tousled strands. Though it were those predatory eyes that dared him into a silent game of who would fall first that Sylus grew addicted to.

He did.

He crash landed, collided into her. By now there is a weight that settles in his chest when she isn't near, followed by a strange lightness when she is. It clings to him like a pulling force, leading him to her arms, her lap, the curve of her neck, where peace hums just beneath her skin. She became the atmosphere that holds him together. With her, he doesn't feel like he's lost anymore. He just wants to land. To rest. Home, it turns out, is a place right by her side.

Maybe he's the one who walked willingly into her trap, weightless and disarmed from the beginning, eager for her to catch him. And now that he's here, floating in this quiet euphoria of being known, Sylus admits: he would give her the whole universe if she asked.

the wild and untameable make an exception for their beloved. close proximity and touch are how animals show affection. i’ve never tried to hide them from you. my gaze, my gestures, and every single step i take toward you.

happy birthday, my beloved 🖤

art: puri24a on twitter. please don't reupload or use

[sincerely-bats]

Please note that I am not comfortable sharing this particular f/o. It makes me uncomfortable.

"Yes."

"Yes?"

Emery nodded imperceptibly, glancing over at the taller man, tired blue eyes locked on. "Yes." He confirmed again, standing up and smoothing out his yellow jumpsuit as he did.

Law hummed in response, glancing back at the newspaper he was holding. "And was it necessary to let them get such a good photo, Emery-ya?"

"You can put it on your wall."

The captain cast a weary sidelong glance toward his partner, minutely looking between the brunette and the newspaper before silently folding the paper and tucking it into his long black jacket. "You didn't answer my question."

Emery hummed, pursing his lips as he tracked Law's movements. "It was necessary. What, did you expect me to let them take an unflattering shot?" He inquired with a soft chuckle.

Law sighed and nodded. He should have guessed that would have been the explanation. It was rarely anything different in these situations-- not that they happened a lot, but it happened enough where they needed to have a talk.

"Stop letting then get such good images, Emery-ya. I dont need you getting hunted down more than you already are."

"You're worried about me."

"I am."

"Cute."

Gold eyes narrowed, staring into stormy blue ones. "I'm not cute." Law enforced quietly.

Emery quirked a brow. "Handsome? Irrevocably sexy?" He attempted, lips slowly going from a smile to a smug little smirk, hands slowly moving to rest on the taller man's chest.

Law chuckled weakly, drawing his hat down slightly to cover his face in a way where Emery knew he was hiding a blush. "Alright, alright. Enough." He insisted.

Looking rather smug, and pleased with himself, Emery just nodded to himself and kissed his cheek. "I mean it, captain."

Emery glanced down at the wooden floor briefly, and then back up, seeing that Law's hat was already back to how it normally was sitting. "I adore you." He whispered gently, taking in the other man fully for what he was, every minute detail... to Emery, even the eye bags that his partner had were attractive in a way.

"I know." Law replied. It was the captain's own way of saying it back, followed by a kiss to the side of Emery's head, gentle, brief, and then Law was heading out of the room.

"I'm going to go chat with Bepo about our heading."

Nodding, the brunette hummed. "Of course, I'll get to work.... helping out around the ship." Emery mused, not really having one job, but helping out wherever he could.

For now, Emery would likely help with the food situation this morning. That was always his preferred task to help with after all.