#Soso soft

[sp4mja]

I will never stop thinking about Fit and Pac taking care of Empanada sometimes, the uncles ever

[crow-raven-crow]

Heyyy, love your writing!

It’s a bit specific but I was wondering if you could do a Larissa x reader fic where reader takes antidepressants but stopped taking them for whatever reasons then decided to start taking them again and gets really bad serotonin syndrome as her body gets used to the meds again? And Larissa is just concerned. Like just a cute fluff kinda type vibe???

Much love and take care x

𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞

𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭 - [𝐧𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝟏𝟖+]

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𝐋𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐬 𝐱 𝐟!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬: ~1.8k 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: FLUFF, serotonin syndrome (symptoms and definition below), numbness, emptiness, ungrounded feelings, restlessness, crying, soft love, literally so soft i melted writing this i love larissa

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: see ask above

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Serotonin Syndrome - a potentially fatal drug-induced condition caused by too much serotonin in the synapses in the brain. This is caused by a medication or mix of them building up high levels of serotonin.

Signs and symptoms include: restlessness, insomnia, confusion, rapid heart rate, high blood pressure, dilated pupils, loss of muscle coordination, twitching muscles, muscle rigidity, nervousness, sweating, nausea, blurred vision, feeling like you're in a dream like state

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The covers gave you no comfort tonight - fabrics and scents you usually melted into only stuck to your skin like static. The darkness of the room was casted away by the welcomed silver light of the moon, but the clouds at the edges of your vision only fed restlessness and frustration to you by the spoonful as you turned over for what felt like the thousandth time that night. Your body felt stiff, stuck, tired as you continued to beg it for some rest.

You were back on your antidepressants after long days of contemplation. You didn't think it would be this hard, things never seemed this hard.. The blankness, the dullness that compressed your mind being oh so silent yet all too loud at the same time - the overwhelming presence and lack of your thoughts that stood stationary at the front of your mind pressed on with no will to stop. Your body felt heavy, your bones carrying an ache you wished to forget.

You moved to her side of the bed, bringing your knees close to your chest as you inhaled small pieces of her perfume. For how exhausted you were, the rapid hammering of your heart only served as a reminder of how much longer you could be awake tonight. The pounding in your ears didn't settle no matter how hard you tried to calm your breaths, and the constant inhale and exhale was taking much more out of you than you'd like to admit. You moved the covers off of your body, upset at the layer of sweat that covered your skin, and forced the cool air of the night to shock your system.

As waves of goosebumps appeared across your skin and shivers ran through you, your eyes wandered over to the golden light seeping in from underneath the bedroom door. Your lover sat beyond those walls, a goddess of comfort, a source of haven that you were so grateful to have. You longed to forget this heavy feeling. Running your hands over your legs, you thought of the comforting warmth that sat just past those doors, the gentle kisses, the softest touches, the sanctuary that was just feet away.

You breathed in through your nose, feeling the air swirl in through you until you felt your lungs max out, hoping that the action alone would calm the newfound pit growing in your stomach, and stood as you pushed the air out of your mouth. The long night had slowly turned into a dream to you, the chill you felt under the moonlight only adding to the pull that the golden glow gave to you. You felt weightless as your feet sunk into the rug underneath you, yet the weight in your chest was ever present the closer you got to holding your hand out towards the handle.

Wood, dark and ancient and carved and worn - the only thing that separated you from something you wanted so badly, from someone you wished to melt into. The doorknob shocked your fingertips as you took hold of it, the small spark of light being enough to cause your heart to rage on again. Your lips formed into a thin line, your mind blanking as the sudden thought of going back to the bed faded from your mind - you pushed forward.

The heavy door creaked as it moved, showing its age as your wish to walk into her presence quietly slipped away from you. Your mind acknowledged the fact that you had entered the space completely, but you couldn't help but feel disconnected from yourself - knowing that you had entered a new room, touching the cold planks under your feet, feeling the heat from the roaring flames greeting your side, yet not knowing if you were truly awake.

The door to your shared quarters shut with a click, and your eyes slowly made their way to the concerned figure presented at the desk. Her hair was pure white as the moonlight guided though each strand, but the flames that burned in front of her painted her features in a caramel hue. Her eyes, capsules that carried the ocean in their blues, wandered over your tired figure in growing worry - gliding over your wrinkled, oversized shirt, to the fidgeting of your hands, to the small heaves of your chest. She took in every ounce that you offered her, and damn did she read it all like a book.

"Darling.. Is everything alright..?" Her voice cut through the air like a hot knife to butter, her accent coursing through the room and wrapping you in its safe hold, the love, the worry dripping from it completely unhidden from your soul. It was hard to focus, your eyes moving in slow, blurred circles around the room that made the cloudy edges of your vision ever more present.

"U-Um.." You didn't mean for your voice to crack, didn't mean for it to break and weaken and fade out and run from you since you never wanted anyone to worry, since you never wanted her to worry… But you were hers.. and she was yours, so she knew the truth without asking.. So of course at the first sound of your voice escaping your lips in such a small way she was already up to her feet.

The soft pads of her heels stepping onto the large rug beneath her desk soon faded into heavy clicks against the dark wood floor, growing louder until they stopped in front of you. Her fingertips, gentle and soft with their touch, traced over the curves of each of your wrists. They circled around and traced their way up your arms, the touch grounding you and bringing you back to her.

Your eyes slowly focused on hers as one of her hands came to rest on the curve of your waist, the other moving to cup your cheek. It was easy to melt into her touch, to melt into the present when you were with her. Her thumb traced back and forth against your cheek as her eyes jumped from every little bit of your features, scanning your face with a quiet worry.

It was like your body allowed everything to crumble as you stood there in front of your love, the adoration and true care that radiated from her being all it took to let your true exhaustion show. A shaky sigh left you as your body felt heavy again, and your eyes, now glossy, finally opened again to meet hers.

"Darling..?" You didn't know if it was the way her thumb stopped moving against your cheek as she saw the true emotion in your eyes, or the way that her other hand sprawled out to touch more of your skin, or the way her voice got evermore quieter as she looked at your fragile being, but a choked sob broke through you with no restriction.. then another.. and another.. and suddenly you found the stream near impossible to stop.

"Oh, my love.. Come here, darling - I've got you, I promise.." Her voice lifted you into her trance, safe and warm, as she pulled you into her arms. She pressed small kisses against your hairline, her hands tracing patterns along your back as you pressed into her. Your hands were quick to grab onto the fabric of her dress, holding on as though your life depended on it, to find some sense of reality again. Your crying was quiet, yet wrecked your body with a release it needed as your tears soaked into her grey dress.

You listened as her rapidly beating heart came to a slow, the rise and fall of her chest becoming an easier task to follow as she asked you to breathe with her. Soon, the lightness that you were missing, that you seemed to be begging for, rose to your chest, your breaths matching and mixing together as the fire crackled on next to you, as the moon grew evermore present in the sky.

You felt her pull away, but before you could move, her rose painted lips were pressed against your forehead. It was gentle, full of adoration, full of pride… A blush was quick to grow on your cheeks as you watched the goddess pull away to meet your gaze, the smallest of smiles coming up to curl her lips. She understood every part of you, and seeing her acknowledge something so small yet so hard for you only made love settle in your chest.

"Why don't we get to bed, hmm?" You knew it wasn't a question, especially when she saw the exhaustion in your eyes, the heaviness in your stance, especially when the release you had just overcome started to present the toll it really took on you.

She was an easy woman to follow, a better one to try to please, so when her hand glided over to the small of your back with a small push towards the bedroom, it was as though your legs moved on their own. The haze that was over you was different than the one you had felt when you left the room, and you were so grateful that she was able to help you change that with just her company alone.

Your body sunk into the mattress, the foam latching onto your limbs and pulling you into it's welcoming hold. The covers were cold as she pulled them over you, something you appreciated when your head met the pillow. Your eyes were quick to close, the weight of your lids making itself known, but you still tuned into the rustling you heard throughout the room.

Just as the small sounds became white noise to you, they stopped completely and nearly prompted you to open your eyes, but the opportunity was taken away when you felt the mattress dip on the other side of you, replacing a hope with a lovely fact. Arms, hushed and secure, were quick to wrap themselves around you after you felt her body settle. You turned in her hold, your own arms coming to rest on her waist as you buried your head in the crook of her neck, your fingers lightly tracing the expanse of her porcelain skin.

The lingering smell of her perfume filled your lungs, and the soft hum of her heartbeat was something easy for you to sink into. Her hand pushed underneath your shirt, smoothing over the skin of your back and traced mindless patterns there. With another sweet kiss to your head, her voice, low yet soft, rang out in the new lightness of the room, "Sleep well, you sweet thing.. I promise, I've got you.."

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𝐚/𝐧: CRYING SOBBING BANGING THE WALLL

I LOVE WRITING LARISSA FLUFF COME ONNN

this one was very healing for me to write. i've been feeling a lot of emotions lately as i've forced myself to work through things and being able to have something like this was really helpful.

larissa is a comfort character to a lot of us, and i am so honored that someone trusted me to write something that can be so personal sometimes. we all need a person like larissa sometimes

im so sorry ive been mia LMAO so much is going on. im officially a double major (yippie lol) and im looking for a house with some friends and its midterm season andddd i increased my hours at work aaannnnddd ya know life LOL

BUT

im glad you all are so understanding <3 it warms my heart when you all still think of me or mention me because this is a really nice part of my life that i am soooo grateful for :)

here you go anon :) sorry it took so long - thank you so much for your patience <33 i hope you liked it!

xx,

~ 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰

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𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: (tagged anyone who asked/wanted to be on the "all works" taglist)

as always, feel free to ask to be added :)

@autumn-leaves-chasing-breeze @weemssapphic @readingtheentrails @finnja555 @barbarasstar @vendocrap8008 @lilfartbox1 @agathaandgwenslesbian @lvinhs @elvira-dear @kimiinou @ladybathoryy

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[atsubie]

her beautiful soft 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙙𝙚 hair

and 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘹𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 scent ⠀⠀⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀ 🍦

[fairdale]

Herongraystairs afterlife headcanons? 💝

imagine all the time will had to read books. all the time he could have spent looking for new lectures, annotating them for tessa and thinking which ones she would enjoy.

and then, because he had a lot time, and he missed jem like crazy, he thought: why not learn how to play an instrument? he thought about playing the violin, but it hit a little too close to home, so he went for the cello (he wanted something that would go well with jem's violin). and he started learning jem's favorite pieces for his new instrument.

he also had a lot of time to think. because, yes, he could still see his friends here and there, his kids too (god, how much he had cried), but they also have their own lives, so it can be a little lonely at times.

so, all those years, he waits. and longs. and loves. and wishes for the two people he loves the most to be there with him, but also... not yet. it's not time yet. they still should have a lot more time the two of them, together and with mina and kit.

but, ah, he can't help but be selfish and desperately wish that they were there with him. he misses them so much. but he sees them, happy and so, so alive, that he thinks it's enough. if they're happy, he's happy.

(he also felt a little too smug when he told gabriel about mina's name)

(he cried himself to sleep that night)

but then, he doesn't know how much time has passed. he just knows that he has a room full of books and that he can now basically play a cello concert and that he has a list of places he wants to visit.

and it hits him. just how much he loves them. it's a bit silly, really, because he has always known. what he hadn't known, though, was how similar the love he felt was. in some ways, it was different.

their stories hadn't been the same. his heart hadn't beat for jem the way it had had for tessa. and he hadn't had as much time with him either. but now... if he really thought about it, when he had asked jem to be his parabatai, hadn't it been because he needed him close? because he wanted to have that bond with him?

yes, it had had a different start. it had taken time, but he now realised that his heart wouldn't be full without any of them. and he didn't want to make any distinctions. he wanted them both. with him. he was in love with them both.

in love with tessa's wit, in love with jem's gentleness, in love with their resiliance and their bravery.

so, imagine his surprise when he woke up one day to everyone screaming his name.

he got out of bed so quick he barely had time to put on some grey pants and a white shirt before he got out of the house practically sprinting.

and then the air got knocked out of him.

"what the..." he thought. it couldn't be. he was dreaming again.

"will" oh, how much had he missed her voice.

"william" oh, he realised when he touched his cheeks. he was crying. crying at the sight of jem. ironically, he looked healthier than he had ever been with him.

he took in the sight of them. they were standing just a few feet from them and, by the looks of it, they were still just because they saw how much he was struggling.

tessa was wearing a soft pink knitted sweater with white linen pants while jem was wearing a dark blue sweater and grey pants. they looked gorgeous.

and then, tentatively, jem smiled. just a little. just to make sure he was okay.

will looked around. he saw the faces of all their friends there, crying. james and lucie were hugging each other, crying as well, but with bright smiles in their faces. they both nodded.

and will didn't need anything else before he ran towards the two loves of his life.

he was so old, yet in that moment, it felt like no time had passed. like they were still young and careless and inexperienced.

he hugged them tight, breathing in their scents and feeling their warm bodies against his. he felt tessa's hand carding through his hair and jem's travelling down his back.

he kissed them, then.

jem first. because he had wanted to for so long and he had never gotten the chance before. "it's okay", he heard tessa whisper.

and then he turned towards her to kiss her. and it felt like home. like all the pieces of the puzzle were finally were they belonged.

and their friends could joke as much as they wanted to and their kids could pull as many mocking faces as they wanted to, but they could never fool jem and tessa.

they could never pretend that there was anything other than pure happiness when they saw will's smile lighting up his whole face as jem and tessa kissed his cheeks.

[mapicccc]

Zam's world is only his castle, save for the people that visit. He has no control over who they are, no control over when they come and go. He cannot leave.

People come and tell story's to him, they mistake him for a traveler too and expect some in exchange. He wishes he had his own stories. instead he retells what hes heard from others, inserting himself into their lives and changing details to fit him.

One visitor comes a second time, this time with a companion. Zam had been alone for most the month and was more than eager to talk with them. Distracted by the new person, (new details, new colors, new movements), he retells the story from the first visitor.

They immediately catch on, waiting for him to finish before asking him about it, about his situation. He's nervous to answer, most think hes a traveler who happens to have decided to live here, but with enough questions he tells them.

Anything past the edges of the castle dissolves into the sharp blue, when he was younger (younger is the wrong word, time isn't something you can count on for its consistency here. When he knew less. When he could count how many stories hes heard on one hand.) he tried to touch it only for it to solidify and burn.

They leave soon after, he hides away in the tower from any visitors until he can make out their voices. He's standing by his door when they finally introduce themselves, Mapicc and Ro. With all his anxious hesitance he opens the door and goes back down.

They brought him new foods to try, something that made his eyes well up, and Ro had to carefully explain his tears. Zam tells them about one visitor who came after they found out, someone who could slide in-between the gaps in his door and walls and comforted him when he refused to leave his bed. More stories are told, there's always more, and eventually they have to leave again, disappearing into the not-quite-as-pointed-blue.

It's always clear to him after someone leaves, the warmth he feels goes with them. He can't explain it but the stories make him more real. That without them he simply wouldn't exist. Once they leave he feels the chills set in again, worse now that he was used to the warmth.

He could only wait for their return.

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

sugu fic is almostttt ready to go, just gotta read through it one more time :3 n then cross my fingers that it shows in tags.

[mochiwrites]

someone send help I’ve gone into the scarian tag on ao3 and have started reading hurt/comfort fics starting from the oldest to the newest

[dabisbratz]

I LOVE THE FINGER BITING THING!! Soft Leon who would let reader chew on his fingers because his little puppy is too cute ♡

me readin this while bitin my own fingers. . . he really is a softy at heart !! he can tell when you’re feelin restless, specially if you’re sittin next to him ! so he’s always quick to offer up his fingers! so annoyin about it, playfully wigglin em in your face n pinchin your nose before givin you a nod of approval૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝ෆ ·̫ ෆ⸝⸝꒱ྀི১ whenever it’s jus his thumb he’s tryin t’wrestle it out your mouth, gingerly holdin your jaw n squishin your cheeks (he doesn’t have to, he jus thinks it looks cute) !! he’s got a real soft spot for good pups n it’s soso obvious !! n tbe honest, the feelin of you nibblin on his fingers is jus as groundin for him as it is for you!

[hnulkiof]

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𝐉𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐎 𝐊𝐈𝐌

Ｍｉｓｓ ｄｉｏｒ ♔

💋🎈💄👠🍷🌹

[pbpsbff]

trying to find lola tung on bway videos but everyone wants to repost the same clip of wait for me reprise like I DONT CARE ABOUT IT. SHOW ME FLOWERS. SHOW ME ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN. SHOW ME HEY LITTLE SONGBIRD.

[kinnikubustanut]

Hiiii~

[evature]

@moonlightbf my csm (and haikyuu) merch from my friend who visited Japan!! (It's the first pic :))

[midnightplumblossoms]

🔞 thinking about iseol and soso's tongues pressing gently against each other. both of them fumbling through their first deep kiss, teeth clacking and soft smiles.

they'd look up at each other with the corners of their eyes crinkling as they carress each other's cheeks.

[deadrlngers]

important info i need to share that just came to me. violante is a big cuddler, thanks for the attention

[teddybearsims]

don't stay in your room all day mixing music..