Sad brain wants serotonin, but sad brain too sad. So sad brain makes a blooming ficlet too help with sad through osmosis.
Toaster noticed that you weren’t there.
Mentally.
Physically right up against their side, tucked beneath their chin, their arm around your waist keeping you situated, inches from crawling onto their lap staring at the screen as they played final fantasy.
They’ve long since grown accustomed to playing single handed when you got into your clingy spats.
You did say your love language was physical touch.
On top of that you were relatively quiet by default so as it stands you weren’t really acting any different.
Yet there was a nagging at the back of their mind. Like an itch they couldn’t scratch.
“You okay?” Voicing their concern without missing a beat they didn’t even have time to consider tact. They were urgent to figure out what was wrong.
The top of you head buzzed with their words but you didn’t look up.
Shit something really was wrong.
You were a sucker for eye contact especially teasing Toaster with it, reveling at how flustered it made them.
You nod your head. Not the least bit convincing but still you trudge through the act.
“Want to talk about it” their voice was still low patient and soft. Such a bold face lie was easy to detour.
A shake this time.
There was nothing to talk about nothing to get over. You just felt off, that was it no world ending revelations.
Just nothing.
They weren’t convinced.
Writing a quick message to Xyx, they shut the laptop as the man on the other side of the screen ranted on about afking in limsa lominsa once again.
“You sure, I’m here if you need me?” They were willing to stop everything for you and that usually would have you swooning.
Cooing at how much you were loved until Toaster was a mess of grumbled half hearted complaints.
There was a trickle of feeling an upward twitch of your lip but otherwise gaining nothing but a single swing of your head.
They paused not willing to go back to playing FFlV knowing something was wrong but also in the dark as to what to do.
Tugging at their hair again and again trying to think only to managing to undo their braid, leaving their outside as disheveled as their insides.
You instinctively reached out to the hair in your face mindlessly braiding the end. Trying to focus on something no matter how irrelevant.
Both of you enjoyed messing with each other’s hair, despite not feeling much from it now.
It was familiar it was comfortable.
Affection, physical touch.
Then it clicked.
It may not be the answer but it was a start.
“Want to c-cuddle” they coughed trying to get over their embarrassment for you.
Living under the same roof was new to both of you so it was manageably awkward. Leaving initiating most things to you.
You enjoyed it, reveled in it even but it was obvious you were a bit off kilter.
No thoughts head empty kind of kilter.
So it came to a shock to hear him so bluntly ask. A shock that shook you to the cold beating thing you called a heart.
Finally after all this your eyes met and they could see the mist building up before just spilling over.
The overt affection you were receiving left you vulnerable unable to keep the farce a second longer.
You weren’t okay.
It took only a nod and they were leading you back to your shared bed. Climbing in first albeit a bit wobbly before opening their arms in invitation.
You to curl up in their chest. Melting as they closed their embrace with a timidly heavy squeeze.
Their fingers tapped for a second before leaning into the familiar again and carding
their fingers through your hair just quietly existing in the moment.
Well at least outwardly inwardly they was on a internal rampage of ‘am I soothing enough, fingers please don’t hurt them, oh fuck, shit, ahhhhhh’
You could practically hear all the chaos through his erratically beating heart.
And that was enough, this was what you wanted what you needed.
No big encouraging speeches, no promises of better days, no advice, not even a listening ear to here your woes. Whatever they could be.
There was nothing to be done, that could be done that would fix this. It wasn’t something to fix, just feel it through.
And they did with you. Without question.
No expectations or explanations.
Just holding you.
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tell me if im looking into it too much but when bp mc says "i just changed a lot after i graduated" on the first day (i think?) is that supposed to be a mirror of lola transforming?
In a way, yeah! A lot of the themes of BP boil down to accepting change and choosing to move forward.
For example, everyone is dealing with the webnovel ending soon and their feelings about it. Quest is trying to accept the new version of himself. Nakedtoaster has a choice to sell the company or not. Nightowl is afraid of what happens after graduation. Xyx is worried about letting someone into his heart. MC talks a bit with BloomBot about how they've seen themselves change over the years, and how they hate a lot of what they are now -- but that they also accept who they are. Just like how they are hoping Lola will before the webnovel ends.
It's all looking in the mirror and seeing an unfamiliar future -- and deciding what to do after.
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