#COMFORT

[comfortfrogblog]

you will feel so alive again.. like so incredibly alive. i dont know when that will be but it will be. u are gonna feel so alive that ur cheeks hurt from smiling oh man oh man i promise that day is coming. you do have a future, you do have good things coming, and you’ll survive everything that’s thrown at you until you reach that day

[only-knives]

all your stuffed animals love you. they're not sad if they're in a box, or on the floor, or not held/played with as much. they understand. they know that you might need another stuffie more, or that you don't have enough space. they're just happy to be with you, and if you ever give them away, they'll be happy there too. stuffies are for comfort. they understand. they love you too. it's okay.

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[aventurineswife]

Hello!! Can I request a baby fic where the reader and the characters (such as Mydei, Aventurine, Childe and etc) are teaching their baby how to walk, but the baby accidentally falls in the process, leading both the reader and the characters to comfort them?🙏🙏

“One step at a time, little one”

Tags: Mydei x Reader, Aventurine x Reader, Childe x Reader, Parenting, Comfort, Fluff, Family Bond, Soft Moments, Cuddling, Emotional Growth, Healing.

Warnings: No actual babies were hurt during the making of this.

The sun was setting over the distant horizon of Amphoreus, its orange and red hues casting a warm glow over the serene courtyard of your home. Mydei, clad in his usual warrior regalia, though softened in a more domestic manner today, crouched down with a smile on his face as he extended his hands toward your baby, who was hesitantly standing on their tiny feet.

"My little one," Mydei murmured, his eyes softening as he watched the baby attempt to find their balance, "today is the day. You will stand tall, like your father."

You knelt beside him, your fingers lightly brushing against his. A quiet chuckle left your lips. "I think they just need a little more time."

Mydei's smile was gentle, but a hint of determination was in his tone. "A warrior must rise, even if the ground seems uncertain beneath their feet."

You both watched in silence as your baby took a shaky step forward, their little feet stumbling beneath them. It was the most precious thing you’d ever seen.

But just as the baby managed to take that small, brave step, they wobbled, and before you could react, they fell forward. A soft whimper broke the quiet, and your heart ached.

Mydei was instantly at your side, his strong hands reaching to scoop the little one up in his arms. You were right there too, wrapping your arms around the baby gently, murmuring soothing words.

“It’s okay, little one,” you said softly, brushing their tear-streaked cheek. “You’re going to be fine.”

Mydei let out a deep breath, his usual stoicism broken by the warmth in his voice. "In battle, there are setbacks. But you, my child, will never stay down. You will rise again."

The baby, though still a bit shaken, clung to Mydei’s chest as he held them close, and with a careful glance, he looked at you. "We must be patient... but we will always be here."

With a tender smile, you nodded, knowing this was just one step on the path to greater things—for all of you.

The lights of the penthouse were dimmed, the soft glow of the outside city illuminating the play area where you and Aventurine were spending time with your baby. Aventurine, dressed in his usual elaborate attire, had taken off his blazer, looking more relaxed than usual, though the ever-present flicker of calculation was still evident in his eyes.

"Ready to teach them how to walk?" you asked, a teasing smile playing on your lips as you held your baby, who was now attempting to stand with the help of Aventurine’s outstretched hands.

"Ah, of course. A well-timed move requires strategy and finesse," Aventurine replied with a wink, his voice dripping with playful confidence. He had a knack for turning even the simplest tasks into something of a high-stakes game.

Your baby looked at Aventurine with curiosity, their tiny hands reaching forward as they tried to mimic his actions. The baby took a shaky step, and you couldn’t help but smile, glancing at Aventurine with a look of admiration.

But just as the little one moved, they lost their footing and fell forward, landing with a soft thud on the soft play mat. A startled cry filled the air, and your heart dropped at the sight.

Before you could move, Aventurine was there, his arms a steady, careful presence as he scooped up the baby. His usual bravado softened into something more vulnerable as he gently rocked the child, his fingers tenderly brushing away the small tears.

"Easy, little one. No need for tears. It was just a misstep," Aventurine murmured, though his voice was much gentler than you had ever heard it. His usually sharp eyes softened, and he kissed the baby’s forehead, his smile warm but faintly anxious.

You moved closer, placing a hand on Aventurine’s shoulder, and he leaned against you slightly, the air between you filled with an unspoken understanding. "They'll be okay, my love," you whispered, reassuring both him and the baby.

Aventurine’s smile faltered for a moment before he looked down at the little one with an earnestness that you rarely saw. "You will learn how to walk, and when you do, you will know how to fall and rise just as I have," he said softly, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

You nodded, your fingers brushing your baby's hair. "And we'll always be here, right beside you."

The cold winds of Snezhnaya had subsided for the day, leaving the air crisp and clear as you and Childe made your way through the quiet courtyard. Childe, in his usual battle-ready attire, but with a softness in his eyes that came only when he was with his family, stood with you as the two of you watched your baby attempt to stand.

"Let’s see if the little warrior can stand on their own," Childe said with a grin, his blue eyes sparkling with pride and excitement.

Your baby gave a small giggle, the sound so pure that it made your heart swell. They reached out, looking from you to Childe, then back again, gathering their tiny courage. With a tentative wobble, they took one step—then two.

Childe leaned forward in anticipation, his fists clenched in a playful mimic of his battle stance. "Look at them go!" he said, his voice brimming with pride.

But just as your baby took that third step, their little legs gave way, and they tumbled forward, landing softly on the grass with a quiet cry.

Childe's expression immediately shifted, his usual energy melting into concern. "No, no, it’s okay, kiddo!" he exclaimed, moving swiftly to scoop them into his arms. You were already kneeling beside him, your hands brushing the baby’s cheeks as you comforted them.

"Hey, it’s alright," Childe cooed gently, pressing a kiss to their forehead. "Falling down is just part of learning, alright? You get back up, just like your old man."

You smiled softly, brushing your hand against Childe’s arm. "We’ll help them rise, every time."

Childe’s eyes softened as he cradled the baby in his arms, a rare vulnerability flickering behind his playful exterior. "You're a tough little one," he said, voice low but full of love. "And you’ve got two parents who will always be here to catch you."

The baby, now calm, looked up at both of you, their tiny hands reaching out once more. You both laughed, the warmth between you undeniable, knowing this moment was just one of many in the journey ahead.

"Let’s try again," you whispered, holding the baby steady as Childe crouched down, ready to help.

Together, you all prepared for the next step—one that would lead to many more, with love, laughter, and unwavering support.

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[hhhwnr]

ꨄInk-stained affection — S.R

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genre: fluff/mutual pinning word count: 1,1k

pairing: post prison!Spencer Reid x sunshine!reader

warnings: brief mentions of prison.

summary: Some things are easier to write than say. Especially when he has forgotten how to say anything at all. But you were patient—and paper listens just as well as you do.

author’s note: post prison!Spence is my beloved. I’m new to writing on Tumblr and in English (which isn’t my first language), so please be kind. I’m open to suggestions or feedback, as long as it’s respectful :)

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It started with a journal — not as some grand romantic gesture, but something quieter, simpler, something that didn’t demand too much. After prison, words weren’t easy for Spencer, not in the way they used to be. He still talked, of course, still rambled sometimes about quantum theory or 18th-century handwriting, but even those rambles were slower now, more deliberate, like each word had to be checked and weighed before leaving his mouth. Conversation felt like walking across a rope bridge in the wind — possible, but uncertain — and some days, no matter how much he wanted to connect, the space between thoughts and speech felt too wide to cross. So you didn’t ask him to talk. You just left a blank notebook on the edge of his desk one afternoon, nothing fancy, just a soft-covered journal with a post-it on top that read: In case speaking feels too loud today. You didn’t expect him to use it, but two days later it reappeared on your chair, opened to a page written in small, careful handwriting: Do you want to get coffee after work? That was all. But it was enough.

Over time, the journal stopped being just a bridge and became a home for the quiet parts of your connection—the kind of things too soft or too strange to say out loud. You took turns without rules, slipping it into desk drawers or messenger bags like a secret waiting to be found. Sometimes it was practical—grocery lists, book club notes, flight times for a shared case. Other times it was tender: a pressed flower from a walk you’d taken apart but thought of each other during; a doodle of his cardigan draped over your chair with a tiny “missing you” written in the pocket; a smudged coffee ring beside a scribbled line of poetry neither of you could quite finish. It was a slow, careful accumulation of small things—anecdotes, quotes, quiet thoughts in the margins. You looked tired today, but beautiful still. I thought of you when I saw a crow with a limp. This passage reminded me of the way you fidget with your sleeves. The kind of notes you don’t say aloud in case they sound too big or too honest, but that, written down, felt just right.

Spencer stared at the open page for a long time before writing anything. The journal sat between his hands like it always did—familiar, worn at the corners, faintly smelling of lavender and ink. He tapped the pen against the edge of the paper, like the rhythm could pull the words out of him. He’d written so much in this journal—facts and fragments and safe little glimpses of affection—but this felt different. This felt like crossing some invisible line he wasn’t sure he could uncross.

Still, he wrote.

You were humming in the elevator today. I didn’t know the tune, but it stayed with me all day. I think that’s what love does sometimes—slips in without a sound, nestles between your ribs, and makes a home there before you’ve even noticed.

I used to think of you when I was still inside. Not often at first. Just… little things. Your voice in meetings. The way you held a pen. How you always had a hair tie on your wrist, even when your hair was up. I think I was clinging to whatever felt normal, whatever reminded me that the world was still going even if I wasn’t really in it. But somewhere in those small, quiet thoughts, you became a kind of comfort. A light that wasn’t too bright, but steady. Familiar. You were one of the few things I let myself keep.

And now, here you are. Reading my bad handwriting, correcting my book quotes, drawing ridiculous doodles in the margins like it’s your full-time job. And I still don’t always have the words when I need them. Even when I talk, it’s slower now. Softer. I second-guess things I never used to. But you never make me feel like I have to perform. You listen like it’s second nature. Like I’m worth listening to. And that… that does something to a person.

So I guess I’m writing it here, because I still don’t trust my voice not to tremble: I am in love with you. Tell me in ink.

The next morning, he brought you coffee—your favorite, made exactly how you liked it, which he somehow always remembered even when he forgot to eat lunch or where he last put his keys. He didn’t say much, just set the mug beside your hand and lingered there a moment longer than usual. The notebook followed, placed gently on top of the folder you’d been reviewing, its familiar spine worn soft. He didn’t look at you when he left it there—just gave a quiet little tap against the cover with two fingers and mumbled something about paperwork. But his ears were pink, and you could swear he smiled when your hand brushed his knuckles in thanks.

He didn’t expect it back so soon.

But there it was, sitting neatly on his desk that afternoon like it had been waiting for him all along. The cover still smelled faintly like your hand cream—coconut and something citrusy—and there was a tiny yellow post-it stuck to the front, a smiling sun doodled in the corner. He opened to the next blank page and found your familiar handwriting, looping and full of warmth.

Spence, I read your note three times. Not because I didn’t believe it—but because I wanted to feel it over and over again. You don’t know what it means to me that you let me into your heart like that.

I think I’ve loved you in small ways for a while now—like how I always look for your face first in a crowded room, or how I find myself smiling when I see your name on my phone. It didn’t hit me all at once. It was like the warmth of the sun sneaking through a window on a cold day—soft, unexpected, and completely impossible to ignore.

And even if you’d never said it, I think I still would’ve kept writing to you. Because even before I loved you, I liked you so very much. And being liked by you in return? That’s already one of the best things that’s ever happened to me.

So… meet me after work? You can tell me in words this time. I’ll bring your favorite muffins. You bring that smile I like.

And there it was—at the bottom of the page, a soft lipstick mark, right where your signature might have gone.

Spencer let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, his fingertips tracing the edge of the page like he could hold the feeling steady just a little longer.

He couldn’t stop smiling the rest of the day.

Thank you for reading ♥︎

[whumpsday]

Recovery Time

@medwhumpmay Day 29

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content: implied torture, pet whump, intimate whumper, timeskip, recovery, comfort

yes i'm still finishing up medwhump may in late june. shhh

-

“Alright, alright, done for now,” Whumper announced.

Whumpee collapsed like a puppet with its strings cut. He crawled into Whumper’s lap, trembling all over, and Whumper’s hands were gentle now, unlike just a moment ago.

“There, there,” she cooed.

He couldn’t find the will to fight it anymore, not like he had in the beginning. The ‘aftercare’ was the only comfort left in his life with Whumper. He needed it like he needed air. For just this short time, he had a guarantee he wouldn’t be hurt. For a small window, he had affection, gauze tenderly wound over his wounds. He could just breathe, even if every ragged breath shuddered through a bruised-up body.

“Tired?” Whumper asked, nonchalant. She pet him like a dog as he laid his head in her lap.

“Yes,” Whumpee murmured.

A small laugh. “You’re so cute like this.”

Whumpee whined, tensing up at the comment. It was never a good sign when Whumper said things like that. There were a lot worse states she found him even cuter in.

“Shh, shh.” Whumper patted him on the shoulder. “It’s over, remember? Over for now. Just rest. No need to get yourself all worked up.”

He didn’t know what came over him. Truly, he didn’t. But “Thank you” were the words he found tumbling out of his mouth. They were gone before he could really think about it, and he didn’t have half the energy to try and correct it.

“Oh, so sweet!” Whumper gushed. “You’re really finding your place here after all.”

-

“Whumpee?” Caretaker poked their head through the door, a plate of pizza in hand and a can of soda tucked under their arm. “Just… checking in. You doing okay? You haven’t come out in a really long time. I brought you some dinner? Plus there’s garlic knots if you want.”

Whumpee hesitantly crawled out from under the bed–mostly out, at least. One foot still under, ready to slip back at any moment, every muscle tensed. “Thank you,” he whispered. People liked it when he said thank you. That was normal, even, both with Whumper and out in the world. Couldn’t go wrong.

But Caretaker didn’t look like they liked it. The concern on their face barely wavered. “You’re, uh, welcome,” they said anyway, setting the dinner on the nightstand. “Is there anything else I can do for you? Seriously, dude. Say the word. I know it’s not easy with all that happened to you, but I really, really want you to feel safe here.”

He couldn’t stop himself. Whumpee burst into tears, right there on the floor.

“Hey, hey, hey, man,” Caretaker knelt down beside him. They reached out a hand to pat him on the back, then seemingly decided against it, letting it fall. “It’s okay. Let it all out. I’m here if you wanna talk.”

Whumpee sniffled. “You said I could ask if there’s anything you can do?” He cringed. “It’s really embarrassing.”

“Pssh, nothing’s embarrassing. Try me,” Caretaker encouraged. “No judgment. You know me. I’m your best friend.”

He couldn’t bring himself to say it. It was too much, too other, and the words caught in his throat. Caretaker wouldn’t understand.

Instead, he just crawled into their lap, resting his head there as he cried.

Caretaker took the cue. They knew him well, even like this. Their arms wrapped around to hold him, like they knew without even being told.

“Can you tell me about how it’s over and stuff?” Whumpee mumbled, his face splotchy with tears.

“Yeah, of course. I’ve got you.” Caretaker’s voice was soft. “It’s over, Whumpee. It’s really, really over. You’re safe, and you’re gonna be safe forever. You’re home.”

And for the first time since he last saw her, Whumpee relaxed.

-

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-What we used to be-

Pairing:Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Gender:hurt, reconciliation

Warnings:insults

Summary: a mistake from your past pushes you to remember your ex and what you used to be, making you realize how much you really missed her.

AN:I don't know if somebody is still here on my profile, but I will just leave this here and go. I hope you like it

Your eyes were closed, the darkness of the room still kept you company when you started to feel soft fingertips outline the shape of your cheek and nose, very carefully, almost like the the gentle touch against your skin that a feather getting drafted by the air would leave behind, so soft that you weren't completely sure if it was really there. You couldn't avoid the smile that formed on your lips, and then, between the silence of the room, a little but deep laugh escaped from her lips

-"Good morning Hon..."-The redhead whispered softly, you could feel the air of her nose against your skin, her voice deep from the sleppyness of the night still attached to her body. You didn't said anything, pretending to be asleep just to enjoy a little more her soft and carefull hands giving you caresses. Her fingers traced your eyebrows and lips, it felt so innocent and intimate at the same time, so perfect, like if it was meant to be. Her perfume taking over your senses and your hand searching for hers between the sheets, still with your eyes closed, trying to force her closer, force her to stay a little longer. But after a few seconds of searching, you couldn't find her hand and all of the sudden the soft caresses stoped, and the bed felt cold, the sunshine slipping trough the curtains forced you to open your eyes, only to find the other side of the bed empty, almost perfectly placed, like if nobody had used that side in a long time. You couldn't avoid to sigh and touch the empty and cold pillow beside you, forcing yourself to swallow that knot that formed on your troath.

You turned to the side and saw the time on the clock, fuck, it was so late, you didn't had time to even cry or feel sad about the dream you just had. You were fucking late for work.

You ran out of the bed, trying to get ready as fast as you could, and kept running to your car.

After a fast but still legal drive, you got to school, ready to have an amazing day with your highschollers students...

-"Oh my fucking god... This is our future generation?... They don't even understand what they are trying to say... 'The Existences of Life and Deep Thought: Why Everything Is Something'" - You sighed looking at the paper in your hands and continued to read out loud-"'

In this paper, I will explain the importance of things because when we look at the world, things are really important. Many scientists like Einstein and maybe also Shakespeare have explained that thinking is crucial to the human species. If we don’t think about thinking, then what are we even thinking about? The theory of existentialism proves that existence exists, which is very meaningful when you really think about it. Furthermore, according to many philosophers and people on the internet, being is better than not being, unless not being is part of your being, in which case it depends. This paper will demonstrate that life is a metaphor, and also literally not a metaphor, depending on how you interpret the facts that I will soon discuss but haven’t yet...'"-You sighed again-"' Thinking is crucial to the human?' They should try some of that..."-You commented out loud to the empty room-"'Existence exists?' What is wrong with this kids?"-Your eyes hurt from squinting so much in confusion, one paper was worse than the other, and even the ones that used artificial intelligence were bad and no coherent at all after they tried to 'fix' it so you wouldn't notice they used AI-"Oh goodness I need a coffee"-You took off your glasses and rested your head against the desk. Since the moment you woke up today, or even before waking up, everything seemed to be against you, you had a lovely dream with your ex that made you feel so shitty, your alarm didn't ring, the coffee maker broke, you ran out of gas, you forgot your badge at home and the new security guard didn't want to let you in. And now, in your free period you had to check this horrible amount of bad written papers. While you were trying to rest your eyes a little, your phone rang with a notification taking you away of your tired thoughts. When you opened the messages the nickname "Captain Ally" pooped out, it was your old time friend Jacob, you put that nickname because he always wants to support, even when he has no idea what’s actually going on. Even if you didn't went to college with him anymore, he always tried to invite you to things like if you were still part of the gang

-"Usual bar tonight! You coming?" - You could almost hear his voice when you saw the message

-"Drinks and being away from grading papers? Count me in"- Before you could press the send button, the principal's voice cracked from the speakers

-"Miss (Y/N) please come to my office, immediately" - You sighed and got up putting the phone on your pocket, wondering if all the swearing you did when you were alone was heard by someone and they snitched on you and got you in trouble. When you got to the office the principal pointed at the chair in front of him, so you sat down. He was reading a folder with a few pages on it, and after a few seconds of murmuring to himself, he finally spoke-"Yeah... So you are being investigated..."-you frowned in confusion

-"Investigated, for what?" - Your voice came out higher than what you wanted

-"A mom... Linda Throne..."-he started to explain

-"Throne? I know that name..."-you mumble to yourself trying to remember from were

-"...Alleges that you kissed your girlfriend in front of her daughter..."-he continued

-"Oh my god!" - You knew where this was going and you didn't liked it one bit

-"...and in front of a whole class of other high schoolers at the end of school year of 2022"-he took off his glasses

-"Come on! You talked to me about it! It was nothing" - You complained

-"I know. But now she's made a formal complaint, and I have to read this..."-the principal seemed exhausted about it

-"Wait a minute that kid graduated, she is in college now. Why is she doing this now?..." - You were so confused

-"I don't know, why does anybody do anything? Attention? Money?" - He took a sip of his coffee

-"Wait a minute, Linda Throne, I remember that name. That's the mom that complained about the grade system when her kid got and F... And she complained about the books assignments... And..."-You started to remember, she was a piece of work

-"Oh my god" - The principal seemed more frustrated now than before

-"This is insane..."-You rolled your eyes

-"I know, but you did kiss your girlfriend in front of her daughter...This is serious now because she can have proof and help from other parents or students"-he was upset, almost as much as you

-"Come on, it was barely a peck. I'm not even sure if our lips touched... Do you understand? This is homophobia, this is homophobia behavior right here..."-You started to do a lot of hand gestures, angry ones

-"I know, but this is bigger than us now, you can get suspended by this, even loose your teaching license... She has a lot of money and power and she is a pain in the ass" - He got up from his desk- "You didn't hear the last part..."

-"So what do I do? I just wait for my fate to be decided?..."-You were frowning so much that your forehead started to hurt

-"Look, you are a good teacher. I want you to keep your job... You... You could write a statement in defense of your position and I will submit it on your behalf, that's all I can do to help" - He grabbed his suitcase

-"A defense? I'm not writing a statement, this whole thing is bullshit..."-You complained

-"This is not bullshit, you are lucky they are not suspending you right now and they are waiting for a trial" - He tried to make you see the gravity of the situation and you sighed trying to calm down

-"Let me ask you something... Her kid, remember that kid?" - he nodded- "Is she gay now?" - he didn't said anything, he just looked away- "She is in college and she is gay now, right?" -he didn't confirm or denied anything-"Am I right? I am right! She thinks that we turned her kid gay... Oh my god! This is insane..."-You laughed at the situation

-"Please I can not discuss it further with you, my only job was to read that notification to you... Please take the rest of the day off" - He said and insisted on it, so you grabbed your stuff to leave, calling Jacob to let him know that you definitely need a few drinks on your system.

When night time arrived, you got to the bar, finding Jacob and Janine on a table with drinks already waiting for you, the music was almost loud enough to drown your thoughts as you made your way to them, almost enough, but not enough at all...

-"You guys are amazing" - You took two big glups of your drink after saying hi to them, feeling that sweet burn on your throat

-"Oh wow, you weren't kidding when you said you weren't feeling okey..."-Jacob said seeing your glass half empty already.

After a basic chit-chat, they gave you the opportunity to explain everything that happened that day, always exited for any tea that you had to spill, and by the end of it, they were as shocked and mad as you were

-"That's definitely homophobic" - Jacob said and you nodded, already sipping on your third drink

-"I can't believe it, there should be something more that we can do besides writing a paper... What if we get Melissa's help? She is involved in this too, I bet she knows someone that can help, she knows a lot of people..." - Janine comented and you felt pain in your heart when you heard your ex's name

-"You should both go talk to the school board together, you are both involved in this and you are both teachers..."-Jacob also insisted and each minute of thinking about her, your pain grew

-"Yeah,but, first, we are not together anymore, second, she is not being investigated so I won't bring her to this, I could put her on risk of losing her job too. And third, Melissa changed schools to yours a long time ago and we haven't talked ever since..."-You sighed thinking about the redhead, seeing your reflection on your own drink, you seemed so sad thinking about her.

The redhead and you had a beautiful relationship a few years back, when you and her used to work on the same school. She was almost everything that you needed, she was kind, protective, hot, passionate, lovely... It was the perfect relationship if you only ignored the fact that you knew almost nothing about her. You tried to ignore how closed she was, trying to convince yourself that she would open more to you after a time dating. But when weeks became months, and months became a year and you still knew almost the same as when you started dating, you couldn't ignore it anymore.

You tried to talk to her about it, but she always brushed you off saying that she was that way, and there was nothing wrong in having a few secrets. You pressed further after, but nothing changed. You kept trying to make her understand, to make her see that when she didn't opened to you that hurt, "I keep opening up, but it’s like talking to a mirror" ; "How can I connect with someone who won’t let me in?"; was a few of the things you said to her. But she didn't seemed to understand or she didn't wanted to understand.

You even got frustrated and felt guilt, "Maybe I’m asking for too much. Maybe I need to be patient...", you kept repeating yourself.

But you reached a breaking point when you went to a teacher's weekend and a lady came to fight with the redhead out of nowhere, only to find out that it was her sister, a sister that you knew nothing about, not even her name, a sister that she never mentioned.

That night when you got home, you tried to talk once more... You could still remember the conversation almost completely

-“I like you. I really do. But I’m realizing that I’m the only one showing up fully here. I keep trying to get closer, and it’s like... you won’t let me. And maybe that’s where you are in life right now, and I respect that, but I need more than walls and small talk. I need someone who wants to be known.”- where your words between a few tears. And Melissa, instead of being understanding, she got offended

-"Wow. So now I’m the bad guy because I don’t spill my trauma on command? You don’t even know what I’ve been through. Maybe I don’t open up because I’ve learned what happens when I do. Not everyone has the luxury of being emotionally raw all the time. I was showing up the best way I could. Sorry it wasn’t good enough for you"-she said, almost screaming.

You both tried to fix your relationship after that, but no change was made and what she was giving you wasn't enough anymore, and the relationship worn out a few weeks after.

Soon Melissa changed schools and you tried to live your life with the emptiness she left behind, pretending to move on.

-Back to the present on the bar-

By the end of the nigth, when you were more drinks on you that you could count, you took your phone off and opened the app note, planning on writing the statement that you needed

-"To whom it may concern... I (Y/N), I'm being invested for showing apropiated and short love affection to my partner. I pecked my girlfriend on the cheek, perhaps making momentary passing contact with her lips, in front of a class of my students while we were on lunch break. We were a serious relationship at the time, and it is clear to me that this behavior would not be tolerated, but encouraged if a straight couple did the same... "-while you wrote it, Jacob, sitting besides you, read aloud-"Do you think it sounds defensive?" - You asked to your friend, your eyes barely open

-"No! I think you are on the right saying all of that...Will you talk to Mel about it?" - he asked, hopping to trick you while you were drunk to talk to her, planing to be a little cupid if the chance presented

-"I won't... Don't insist or I will punch one of you"-You insisted, seing double by now

-"Okey Okey, I won't... But tell me, what happened that time, did you really kissed in front of them?" - he asked, being as nosey as ever

-"We..."-You closed your eyes, letting your mind go back to the place that you have been avoiding since the moment you broke up with her, the moments when the love overcame the bad things. You could still feel her lips on yours if you focused, the way they perfectly fit with yours and how soft her hands were when she was holding your waist. You still remember that day perfectly, you were on lunch duty, making sure everyone eat at peace, and Mel went to keep you company for a little bit. You were still happy for the morning you had that day before school, she made you breakfast and you end up having a steamy kiss session on the kitchen and on the car... And when she came to keep you company on the launch break, you both kissed before she went back to her classroom, you couldn't avoid to suck her bottom lip into your mouth and the redhead let her hand wonder a little to the back pocket of your jeans, grabbing you closer, squeezing your ass for a very briefly moment before leaving. You sighed remembering her and her perfect lips- "We... We kissed..."-thats all you said, with pain on your chest, missing her more that you wanted to admit.

The night kept going after that but you were too drunk to remember any of it, taking advantage that it was Friday, you kept drinking until you passed out. You couldn't even remember how you got home or who dragged your ass to your bed, you just assumed that it was your friends.

The rest of the weekend passed in a blur, and school started again on Monday. While you kept having anxiety about your situation on your school, just a few blocks away in Abbott Elementary, Janine and Jacob were talking about you and all your problems on the teacher's room. When Mel came in, they shushed up immediately, thing that didn't went unnoticed by the redhead

-"Spill it" - she said, knowing that whatever they were talking about involved her

-"Spill what? We have nothing to spill. Do you have anything to spill?" - Jacob asked Janine, pretending to have dementia

-"Nothing to spill besides my favorite juice that's here on the table" - Janine pretend too, very badly by the way, with a very bad fake laugh at her bad joke. Melissa just stared at them, with a very serious face, and they panicked, folding under no pressure at all after just a minute under the redhead stare-"(Y/N) is under investigation for unproperly behavior, because she kissed you in front of her class on lunch time a few years back, her carrier is on the line and she doesn't want to involve you because she is scared you might get under investigation too and losse your job"-Janine talked so fast that Mel wasn't sure if she heard correctly

-"What?"-Melissa asked confused

-"Please don't make me repeat it" - Janine said and the redhead grabbed her jacket and purse immediately running outside.

-"What do you think she is going to do?" - Jacob asked Janine

-"I don't know, but if (Y/N) asks, we didn't said anything..."-The girl said and her friend nodded.

A week after that, your statement was finally ready and with shaking hands you took it to your principal

-"Here is my statement... I hope it really helps my case..."-You left it on his desk and he looked at you confused

-"What case?..."-he stared at you

-"I'm being investigated...remember?" - You explained and he let a little laugh escaped

-"Oh that! The lady dropped the charges. I forgot to tell you... I'm sorry" - He kept laughing and now it was your chance to stare at him. You have been worrieng sick for a whole week because he forgot to tell you, and he was laughing when it had nothing funny about it?

-"Dropped? Why?..." - You asked, still without understanding

-"I don't know exactly, something about focusing her time on other things that were more important that sue a teacher with minimal wage... Wait, but the district did said something" - He took a paper out to read- "First, you can not date any members of your work place anymore, and second, to avoid any sexual connection you might had formed with any colleagues here to go any further and create another problem, from next month on, you will be transferred to Abbot Elementary to help with the oldest students there... And since you were under investigation, sadly you don't have a saying on this..."-he finished reading and you left the office without saying another word, confused, barely understanding what he said.

When you managed to get your brain working again, you called Jacob to tell him if you could meet him at the bar that night, that you had news to give him, and without any further questions, he agreed.

When night came, you made your way to your usual bar, but after a few minutes of waiting, none of your friends showed up. Worried, you took out your cell phone to call, but before you could even unlock it, someone placed a glass of your favorite drink on the table in front of you, a wave of a perfume filled your nose and a wave of nostalgia flooded your chest, you knew that perfume very well

-"The woman over there sends you this" - a voice said, a voice you could recognized anywhere. You lifted your view to meet those green eyes that you haven't seen in so long, they still shone in the same way and had the same makeup as always, the only difference after all those years was a few more age lines around them. Your brain stop functioning for a few seconds, even forgetting how to breathe, she bit her lip nervously because you didn't said anything-"Hey..."-her voice snapped you to react

-"What woman?" - You asked, playing along for a moment. If you were going to work together again, you at least had to be able to have a basic conversation with her

-"Me, it was a little joke to break the ice... I'm the woman that sends you your favorite drink, who else would know exactly what you like?" - she smiled softly and you frowned. In front of you was the Melissa that you knew, but at the same time she seemed someone different, she looked more relaxed and open, more soft that all those years back. She even seemed nervous around you, not the confident redhead that pretended that nothing could get through her tough skin. Again, because you didn't answer, she forced herself to keep making up conversation -"Thank you for trying to not involve me in that investigation that they were making, that was really sweet of you..." - she said with a soft voice and sat beside you

-" How did you..." - You were about to ask

-"Jacob and Janine told me..." - she confessed ordering a drink for herself and you nodded

-"Of curse they did, I don't know why I was hopping they would keep their mouth shut..." - You took a sip of the drink she ordered for you, it was just the way you loved it

-"I'm glad they didn't tho. I couldn't let you lose your job for something that we were both involved at... It was the fault of both of us..." - she whispered playing with the straw on her hand- "I regret nothing of that by the way... Well almost nothing..."-her voice was weak, almost like if she were on pain

-"What are you talking about?" - You asked in confusion

-"I'm talking about us... I regret loosing that. I know it's too late now, but you were right... I should have let you know more stuff about me... I was just scared and I end up pushing you away" - she looked at your eyes and you sighed, those words that you always wanted to listen were too late now

-"It doesn't matter... We... That was a long time ago, we were not the same back then, it doesn't matter anymore..."-You whispered

-"I know we are different people now... But it's to late for a second chance? Would you like to meet the new me?" - she extended her hand to you and you just stared at her - "I'm Melissa Ann Caterina Schemmenti. I'm 51 years old" - she mentioned her age, you knew this was serious- "I have 8 siblings, 5 sisters, 2 brothers and one half brother. I love to cook and watch housewifes, also build tiny display puzzles... I..." - You stoped raising your hand

-"I appreciate your effort... But as I said, it doesn't matter anymore..."-You repeated and she gave you a sad smile

-"I know... I just realy regret my past behavior and all I did to you, you didn't deserve any of it... I just thought that if I fixed the problem with the mom that made that complaint, I would be able to fix some of the damage I did on the past..."-she seemed really sad and you felt pain in your heart for seeing her like that

-"What do mean by fixing the problem with the mom that made the complaint? That was you?" - You asked surprised

-"Yeah... I couldn't forgive myself if, because of me, you end up hurt again... So I payed a little visit to that mom and convinced her to drop all the charges after a friendly conversation..."-she played with the straw on her drink again. You knew that by friendly she must have dig out some dirt on the mom and used against her to make her drop the charges, but still was a sweet move

-"That was you?... And my transfer is also your doing?"-You asked further

-"What transfer?" - now was her time to see confused

-"They ask me to transfer to Abbott..."-You whispered and she smiled with surprise

-"Really? Oh wow... I promise it wasn't me, I wasn't even expecting that to come out of your mouth... It will almost be like old times... You and me in the same school..." - she whispered the last part very happily

-"No, it won't. This time, you and me are just coworkers...there is no 'we' this time..."-You clarify and she nodded

-"I know... I'm sorry... I'm just happy that you get to keep your job..."-she smiled softly-"By the way... Who invited you to the bar? We have been talking a while now and noone seem to be looking for you...-she made an observation and you remember the phone on your hand

-"Jacob did... I was about to call him when you arrived..."-You finally dialed the number and after a few rings your friend picked it up

-"Hey! I was about to call to let you know that I'm sick and I can't go..."-he was lying, you could even tell through the call, specially when he faked a cough-"I'm so sorry... Raincheck?" - he asked and you sighed turning to the redhead, covering the mic of the phone for a second

- "Who invited you here?" - You asked her

-"That's what I was about to tell you, Jacob invited me too, is he okey?" - Melissa asked and you rolled your eyes, a few pieces clicking into place now. Jacob knew that Melissa defended your ass so you could keep your job, and being the cupid that he always tried to be, he invited you both to that bar so you had no other chance to talk, hopping that what Mel had done to help you, was enough to forgive her. You put the phone on your ear again-"I'm with Melissa..." - You heard an exited little scream behind Jacob, confirming all your suspicious about them making a plan-"We hope that you get better soon, because next time I see you, I will kick both of your ass" - You said to your friend, hearing two different kind of screams on the phone, being pretty sure that Janine was with him too, playing cupid together.

[sweetstrawberrysky]

This one is for the girlies who are like me. But imagine Sylus with an mc who is a little insecure with her eating habits, like not necessarily tracking what she eats, but still going out of her way to dodge certain foods and maybe eat less on some days. And Sylus finds out and taps his temple and is like, “Now why would a Deepspace Hunter not be fuelling her body for missions?”

And she gets huffy and defensive so Sylus tries stabilizing the situation by telling her, “I like when you eat. You make cute faces when trying something for the first time. When it’s sweet you smile, when it’s spicy your face pinches, and when it’s savoury…”

And mc is like, “What?” Then Sylus chuckles and goes, “Well, if you want to know, maybe you should try eating something savoury. My chef can make it. Then have something sweet, so I can see you smile.”

[takakuras-left-ball]

“𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞…

…𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎”

ᴡɪɴᴅʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴇʀ ʙᴏʏꜱ ft. Kaji Ren, Umemiya Hajime

Warnings: Emotional Breakdowns

A/N: Very self indulgent for a first full write, but this week was hell at my job and I needed an outlet so here we go. I was gonna also add Kiryu or Togame but ended up just doing Ume and Kaji. Maybe I’ll do the others later.

I know one (1) person and they don’t enjoy fanfiction so I don’t have a proof reader

KAJI REN

You had never been so utterly drained. Your body felt like lead, and your eyes would barely stay open for you as you trudged slowly to your door. Your head leaned against the door as you haphazardly shoved the key in to get it unlocked. You didn’t even bother kicking your shoes off as the door slammed a bit harder than you intended behind you, moving over to your couch to flop into it and doom scroll until you inevitably pass out from exhaustion.

But your boyfriend carefully sit up from his spot where he waited for you on your couch, knowing there was clearly something wrong since he could hear your door shut through his headphones. His eyes linger over you as you sit on the cushion, furthest from him, curling up and pulling out your phone, aimlessly scrolling through content you weren’t even actually looking at. Sharp blue inspects your face, a silent storm brewing behind your eyes despite the outwardly blank expression you had. Like you had been upset, angry even, but were just too tired to even show it on your face let alone talk about it. He wasn’t exactly sure what the best thing to do would be, especially since you didn’t even look at him when you first sat down. But he knew he wanted to help you somehow.

You were basically not even looking at your phone. Just staring off into nothing as your thumb moved on its own to slowly scroll through content, barely noticing when Kaji had moved off the couch. So it did startle you just a little when his headphones clamped over your ears, becoming very alert as your eyes flicked around for the source. You made eye contact with Kaji standing in front of you as the sound of a familiar melody registered in your ears and the bulb of a lollipop pressed against your lips. As you finally opened your mouth, slowly taking the flavor of the sweet candy in as he knelt in front of you to carefully pull your shoes off before shifting your legs to be stretched over the couch.

Peach.

You could feel your lips quiver as your eyes began to sting when Kaji finally stood, silently turning to grab the weighted blanket set just a foot away. Though as he went to step toward it your hand carefully grabbed the loose sleeve of his hoodie, catching his full attention as he turned to you again. He watched as your arms outstretched to him, your eyes becoming wet with shed tears but finally alert. His eyes flicked over you a moment, before carefully moving onto the couch, shifting himself between your legs as his upper body layed against yours, his head landing on your shoulder tilted just enough to look at your face.

The sight broke his heart in two.

As your arms wrapped around him, fingers instantly raking through the slightly coarse hair as you leaned your head into his. Tears began falling down your face in steady streams almost as soon as his body touched yours. You were silent other than the occasional soft sniffles, but watching you he could see the way you tried and failed to blink them away so they wouldn’t fall down your face to his. Of course, it wasn’t working. After a moment the tears slipped down past your chin, a droplet landing on his forehead. His brows furrowed slightly, a mixture of frustration and sadness welling up knowing there was nothing he could do to ease your pain right now. So for now he just lays with you, letting you pet through his hair as you let all of the frustration out tear by salty tear.

Eventually, they dried up and your breathing began to even out, your eyes drifting closed occasionally before opening again a moment or so later to peak at him, placing a kiss against his head after a couple moments. Kaji finally slowly begins to sit up, careful not to accidentally crush you in the process, allowing you time to move your legs so he could sit beside you. It was like he moved at your pace, letting you decide when to take the headphones off your ears, allowing them to sit around your neck as the music played through them, and finally pulling the empty stick out of your mouth. After a beat of silence, he spoke.

“Do you…. Need to talk about it?”

You couldn’t help but give the smallest tired smile. Your voice a bit quiet and shaky as you shook your head.

“Not tonight... Can we talk about it tomorrow?”

You really didn’t have to ask, you knew he’d always give you the time to talk when you were ready, and be silent when you weren’t. He gives you a nod, before his arms hooked under you legs, pulling your bottom half into his lap before pulling the rest of you to him. A small giggle slipped out through the tiredness at how careless he seemed, but you knew how hard he tried to be gentle with you. How much effort he put into making sure you never got hurt, and especially not by him.

You cuddled up into him, feeling warmth creep into your chest as you let out a satisfied sigh, your eyes resting closed as you finally allow yourself to drift off. Anything else could wait until tomorrow, for now, you reelt content.

You were late. Umemiya knew that you took your work seriously, you tried your best to stay organized and complete all the work for the day in one sitting. So being late? That wasn’t the problem. What was the problem is that you had went in early that morning, three hours early, to avoid staying late and in hopes of maybe leaving a little early too. Yours and Ume’s 1 year anniversary of dating was today, and you both planned out together what you wanted to do and when so it wouldn’t interfere with your work. The location Umemiya had chosen for dinner was by reservation only, and they only had one opening for dinner that night at 5. Usually, that’s what time you’d be leaving. Hence why you went in early today. Then, the movie would be at 6:30. It was a movie you really liked, but remastered with better visuals and you were thrilled to find out your beautiful boyfriend was the one to snatch up the last two tickets.

But now, looking at the time, it was 6:45 pm. It’s not like he was angry about it, but it was worrying considering how excited you were the day before. He had gotten ready a bit earlier, that way you wouldn’t have to wait on him once you got home. But as the time passed and he’d begun nervously pacing your shared apartment, his hair had begun falling a bit and he’d loosened the collar of his shirt, tossing the blazer off on the couch.

Finally, he heard the tell tale jingle of keys in the door. You could almost see puppy ears perking up on his head and a tail wagging behind him, though that all vanished the moment you walked in the door.

You looked utterly exhausted, your eyes heavy and your lips turned down into an unsatisfied frown. Your bag hung from your hand, almost dragging against the ground as if you barely had the strength to lift it. Your whole body was tense from whatever shit-show you’d experienced at your job.

You and Umemiya stared at each other for a second, before your eyes widened, your bag hitting the ground as your hands flew up to your mouth a shaky whisper coming from behind them.

“Oh my god, Haji, our anniversary-“

You couldn’t get another word out before a choked sob interrupted you, almost startling you before you realized it came from yourself. Then it all broke. The tears began pouring and you couldn’t help another pitiful sound escaping your mouth even as your hands tried to suppress them. Ume could feel his chest squeezing at the sight in front of him, quickly moving forward and pulling you into his chest, his arms tight around you but not crushing as he gently strokes your head. He could feel your breathing get more erratic, beginning to be more like hyperventilating as your hands clutched against his shirt. He didn’t move yet, placing a gentle kiss against your head as he spoke.

“Can you breathe with me? Just like this, that’s it…”

He carefully began bringing you back down, waiting until your breath seemed at least a little more even before carefully crouching just enough to lift you, pulling your thighs up on either side of his waist allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck as he turned to carry you. Your face remained buried in his shoulder, sniffles and muffled hiccups could still be heard as he brought you into your shared room. He couldn’t help but frown as he felt the dampness on his shoulder, hating how upset you were but even more how he couldn’t do anything to help right now.

He carefully sits on the bed, your knees sitting on either side of his hips now as you sit in his lap. His arms wrap tightly around you as you both sit in silence, an occasional kiss landing on your head until you were able to speak again, turning your head just enough not to be muffled by his shirt.

“I’m so sorry, Haji, I ruined our one year Anniversary…”

“What are you talking about? As long as we get to be together then that’s what matters.”

You could hear the sugary sweet smile in his voice. His love for you knew no bounds and even you couldn’t deny it. Even if you didn’t understand why, he’d always remind you in any way possible how much he loved you.

“Wanna talk about what happened?”

“…. Can we get takeout first?”

He laughed lightly, seeing you finally sit up with the smallest peak of a smile. Even with your face wet from tears and maybe a little snot, he found you beautiful. He nods as he fishes for his phone in his back pocket, letting you continue to lay on his shoulder and slowly begin letting out all of your frustrations from the day.

He didn’t mind staying home and relaxing today. The ring in his pocket could always wait until tomorrow.

[madmarsii]

Hold me tight

Omg, guys, I forgot to post this!

June of Doom 2025 | 15. "Please" (blindfold—fall—touch starved)

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Part 1

Hero didn’t realize they were falling until it was already too late. The world tilted, crooked and bent, and suddenly up was down and down was up—

Then, gentle hands caught them, steadying them with surprising ease.

“Hello, there,” said the Villain, voice smooth like silk and far too familiar.

Hero was too exhausted to muster annoyance. All they wanted was to postpone their inevitable collapse until they were back home, ideally face-down on the thin mattress in the corner of their room. But encounters with villains never ended with rest. Usually, they meant losing the little sleep Hero was allowed to have.

“Please,” they mumbled, blinking heavily. “I need to get home.”

“I’m here to help, love,” Villain patted them on the head. “You almost sound that you forgot my little promise.”

Oh. That.

Even though seeing Villain’s place was a tempting offer, Hero didn’t have time for that.

“I can’t,” they said, rubbing their eyes. “I have to be back at work in four hours.”

They checked their watch again, as if it would change anything. They really needed to go. Any second wasted here was another blow to their already sleep-deprived body.

“I called to your job and said you’re sick.”

“No you didn’t!”

“Yes I did. Told them you’ve come down with something nasty and shouldn't be out in this weather. They were quite sympathetic, actually.”

Hero fumbled for their phone, panic prickling up their spine. "You didn’t. You can’t just—this is bad, Villain. I need to fix this—"

Villain caught their wrists gently, pulling their hands away.

“People are dying, Villain.” Hero failed to keep their voice steady.

“Yes. And they’ll keep dying. With or without you running around. You can’t stop that.”

“But—“

“No buts. You don’t have to die with them today. Now, come.”

Hero didn’t know what urged them to comply, but they did. Maybe it was the exhaustion, or the softness in Villain’s voice. Either way, they didn’t resist as Villain guided them to their car, almost savouring the gentle touch on their wrist.

Villain opened the driver’s side door and picked up two black cotton bands from the seat.

“The blindfold?” asked the Hero.

“So you do remember.”

“What is the second one for?”

“Your hands.”

“We didn’t agree on this.”

“I don’t want your picky fingers anywhere near the blindfold.”

This was stupid idea. Letting the Villain blindfold them, tie them up… they were stupid. Yet they turned and clasped their hands behind their back. “Don’t make me regret this.”

“I can’t promise that.”

The knot wasn’t anywhere near tight. Hero could probably wriggle out with little effort, if they wanted. They stayed put.

The ride was quite long, but the Hero suspected Villain took some unnecessary turns to further confuse them—not that it would be needed. Exhaustion fogged Hero’s thoughts until they couldn’t focus on anything except the quiet hum of the engine and the soft rhythm of bumps in the road.

At some point, they dozed off, the black blindfold grounding them in comfortable darkness—and soon after, they were rudely waken up again, when the car stopped and the humming sound of the engine died.

Hero felt Villains touch on their arms, as they guided them to lean forward, their fast fingers working on the binds to release their hands.

“And my eyes?”

“Not yet.”

They were helped out of the car, steady hands keeping them from stumbling as they were led forward.

 “Careful. Stairs.”

Inside, once the door shut behind them, it finally weighted down on Hero what they have done: this was very, very stupid idea. They stood motionless, blindfolded, heart hammering. I’m so dead.

But the Villain quickly undid the knot on the blindfold. The soft piece of fabric slipped from their face and fell to their shoulders.

Hero blinked.

The space was... beautiful. All the windows were covered with blinds or heavy curtains, but the interior was spacious, clean, and warm. So unlike the chaos Hero usually associated with Villain’s name.

Villain gently took their hand and led them further in, to the bedroom. “On the bed.”

“Do you like bossing me around like that?”

“Very much.”

Hero laughed, startled by the sound of it. This was getting ridiculous. They shouldn’t be here. The villain shouldn’t be doing this.

But that was the thing about villains. They never cared about what they should or shouldn’t do.

Villain climbed onto the bed behind them and, with a quiet sigh, wrapped their arms around Hero’s torso.

Hero didn’t mean to lean into it… yet they did. They were so tired. Every muscle in their body ached, each bone felt brittle… and the Villain was so warm. They felt tickling breath on their neck, beautifully slow, even and calm.

“When you wake up,” Villain murmured, barely above a whisper. “I will make you watch a cheesy rom-com while I prepare you a breakfast.”

Hero laughed softly. It sounded perfect.

“You want to poison me?” they teased.

“Come on, again?” Villain’s hand moved, slowly rubbing circles into their shoulder blade.

“It is fair for me to assume-”

“Don’t be stupid.”

They shifted behind Hero, not pulling away. Just adjusting, pressing closer, like they could warm Hero from the outside in. Their hand settled at Hero’s chest now, over their heart. Hero’s never been held like this—ever. And they knew, by now, they would always let Villain tie their hands and cover their eyes, if it meant to be touched like this.

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And I managed to fill the entire prompt!

@juneofdoom

[artbylittlebug]