#comort

[adamsrcnan]

jean getting tired of english so he just speaks to jeremy in french sometimes and jeremy always understands and responds back in english. so they'll be talking to each other in two diff languages all casual because it's so normal for them. jean will make a hilarious comment and jeremy will burst out laughing commenting back in english. sometimes they'll do it in public & people will look at them funny because 99% of the time they'll only understand jeremy's side. sometimes jean won't know a word & he'll say softly to jeremy "i don't know this one" but by then jeremy will be knowledgeable enough to easily find the french equivalent

[reallyhardy]

TOUCH in the lord of the rings: a musical tale.

(or: a demonstration of how the watermill's LOTR musical was the claspiest of shows. it's all about the hands!!!)

for the watermill anniversary creative celebration !

[theconstellationprincess]

Whumptober day 10: Blow to the head

When a diplomatic meeting goes wrong, Elrond suffers the consequences. Gil-galad is stressed, and Galadriel plans a murder.

-

The representative from Eregion was being exceptionally rude, and Elrond felt, not for the first time during this elf’s week-long visit, that Celebrimbor had been able to make the trip. It’s not the smiths fault, of course, he is far too busy to sacrifice a week for a series of meetings that would end as they always do, with everyone on good terms. Elrond had been spending this week mostly out of sight, writing speeches and arguments for Gil-Galad to say during the meetings, but on this day he was in the meeting room.

He was not to speak but the opportunity was amazing, and Elrond was practically glowing with excitement as he took his seat along one of the edges of the room. Galadriel, who was sitting next to Gil-galad, gave him a bright smile, and Elrond returned it with wide eyes. As everyone settled into their seats, the last to arrive was the representative from Eregion. The meeting started, and Elrond scribbled furiously as the members of the room took turns speaking. His argument sounded perfect when Gil-galad made it, and he was unsurprised to find that as the meeting came to an end he was happier than he had been in weeks.

And then the elf from Eregion, whose name Elrond cannot recall for the life of him, stood up and made a very�� abrasive comment towards Galadriel. The room stiffened, tension thick in the air as Galadriel sat up straighter and opened her mouth to speak, only for another one of the council members to come to her defense first.

“You cannot speak about Lady Galadriel that way!” He shouts, standing up and approaching. He storms past Elrond and grabs the Eregion representative, who shoves back. They begin fighting, and Elrond can see the moment he is spotted by the representative, and though he tries to disappear as best he can into the wall, he is not successful. Just as the guards make it to the fighting elves, Elrond is pulled into the fight- quite literally, by his cloak, and has a dagger placed to his throat. The room freezes again, and Elrond feels more concerned than frightened, because there must be something going on with this person if they are being to aggresive.They should be taken to the halls of healing before any further investigation or punishment is brought upon them.  The blade knicks his skin and his poorly suppressed whimper echoes in the dead quiet of the room. 

“Silnor, there is no need for violence,” Gil-galad speaks gently, but there is a collective inhale when he breaks the silence. Elrond trusts his High King with his life, but even he tenses ever so slightly, fighting to keep his breathing under control. He is scared now, more than concerned, for though he still cares for the health of Silnor- a fitting name-, the knife is pressing harder and he can feel the wet warmth of a droplet of blood slowly traveling down his neck. “Please, let the herald go, and we can have a peaceful discussion.” The knife moves away for a moment, the hand holding it going lax, loosening, and Elrond takes the opportunity and disarms the elf. He thinks of Elros as he does, who was always the better fighter out of the two of them, and for whose memory Elrond had kept training, long after it had been believed that peace times were upon them. 

He manages to get the knife away, and tosses it low to the ground moments before he finds himself hitting the floor. Ears now ringing, Elrond manages to scramble away as the guards apprehend the other elf, pushing his back to the wall. The world turns dark, and he belatedly realizes his eyes are now closed and opens them again, blinking into the faces of Gil-Galad and Galadriel as they stand above him. “He needs to see a healer,” Elrond mumbles, tentatively touching the back of his head and hissing as it gives a painful pulse. Gil-galad laughs, though it sounds a touch hysteric, and Galadriel kneels in front of Elrond, grabbing his face and titling it so that she can see the damage.

“You need to see a healer,” Galadriel says quietly, pulling him into a tight hug. Elrond hugs her back, tucking his face into her shoulder because his eyes have filled with tears and he does not want to be seen with them yet. The adrenaline has worn off, and he finds himself coming to terms with the fact that he could have died. “Come, I will escort you.” 

Galadriel helps him stand, steadying him when his legs shake. She links their arms, and Elrond is surprised when Gil-galad takes his other arm in his. The walk takes longer than it should have, on account of Elrond walking slower than normal. Each step is a tremendous exertion of energy, and his body trembles beneath him, but Galadriel and Gil-galad do not falter in their support, and eventually he is sat in a bed, getting looked over. His neck is bandaged, and his head shows no signs of physical damage, so he is permitted to leave not long after arriving. Galadriel and Gil-galad stayed the whole time, which is touching, though unnecessary. He lets them fret, unable to keep away the warm feeling he gets whenever anyone shows that they care for him.

“You must stop getting into these situations,” Gil-galad murmurs to him as they walk back to Elrond’s room. Galadriel had gone off in her own direction, though she promised to visit Elrond later to check in. He will have to make sure he makes her favourite tea, as a thank you for help. Elrond shrugs, he does not go searching for trouble, it simply finds him, as it had since he was a child. His leading theory, though one only for his ears, is that he is cursed by the silmarils to be bothered by other people forever, as they were. 

“It is not my fault!” Elrond protests, opening his door and stepping to the side to allow Gil-galad entrance. He tidies up for a moment, though the room is impeccable as always, because Elrond refuses to leave it as anything but in the mornings. He straightens the papers on his desk and takes a seat on his bed, keeping quiet as Gil-galad looks around. It is not the first time the High King has been in his room, but it is constantly changing with new books, and the various trinkets he has on rotation. Elrond unclips his cloak, and fiddles with the pin for a moment, cringing at the thought of the letter that will have to be sent to Celebrimbor about his representative. 

Perhaps he will make a visit, Elrond would be very glad if that was the case, as it has been some time since they had last seen each other, and though they send letters on occasion, it is different from seeing him in person. Gil-galad sits next to him and gently takes the pin from his hands, setting it on the bedside table and begins stroking the top of Elrond’s hair. Elrond sighs and leans into the touch, soaking up the comfort from one of his oldest friends. The earlier exhaustion returns full force, and he leans against Gil-galad, letting his eyes fall shut.

“Rest, Elrond. I will be here when you wake.”

-

Galadriel stares down at the elf who hurt her friend with distaste. He has been isolated from the others in the halls of healing, and she can see the corruption within him. It is the result of an injury, one made from a foul weapon, but she cannot feel empathy for him. If, upon his healing, he is still a foul person from the inside out, she will feel no guilt in committing kinslaying. Elrond’s safety and comfort is worth the terrible action. She glares deeply at him and turns away, making her way towards Elrond’s room with a soft smile on her face. Yes, Elrond’s safety and comfort is certainly worth most anything in their world.

[magical-xirl-4]

I just love Clerith so much they are the pinnacle of romance for me

[persy-r-bozo]

I should share my duck headcannons/theories tmr.

No matter what. No matter how diffrent. No matter if my brain tells me people will throw bricks at me. No matter what.

[sensory-hyra]

TW: KNIFE!

Self indulgent Optimus (TFP) sensory board🚚

This is mainly for comfort reasons since OP is so me fr but other people are also allowed to find comfort in this!

[from-the-left-field]

I wish it was normal and easily read as platonic to tell someone you want them when you're upset

[cowboylivio]

me when im trying to pop my back

[archival-collective]

anyone else have like... way too many fragments. where did they all COME from

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Knowing is Safe Ch.3

2858 words

Fandom: Redacted ASMR/ Redacted Audio / Redactedverse

Couple: Cutie/Geordi

TW/CW: Parental Emotional abuse/ Neglatful parents/ Divorce / Anxiety/ Paranoia / Talk of Non-consensual mind reading

Let me know if I missed a trigger.

This timeline is different than the original so I'll explain it

First the video "Your boyfriend asks for your trust" and then Knowing is Safe Chapter 1 is what's going through cuties mind that night/ video. Knowing is Safe chapter 2 is a couple weeks later. Then the video "Your Boyfriend final draws the Line" and about three months later Knowing is Safe chapter 3.

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It wasn't the first time.

And yet every week, every Saturday, when you saw him, in front of that building. always dressed semi-formally. A button-up tucked into some nice pants. With his lips downturned, not a full frown but it still pained you to see it.

When he sees you it changes. His face fills with love before quickly disappearing again. 

You hold onto that second of love. You have to. It's why you're here.

No

It's why you started

Now it's for you

As you get closer to him, he backs away.

He's running away

He can't stand you

He's scared of you

You breathe, deep. You recognize your thoughts as anxiety. That's the first step. 

You take a moment and watch as he grabs the door and holds it open for you.

A gentleman, he's always been

"You first."

You smile and then duck your head slightly. Not wanting him to see the pain in your eyes.

Geordi approaches the receptionist, he's always the one who checks in.

You still find it scary. To express to this almost stranger that you and Geordi need outside help.

You know he knows that, you never told him but, he knows you.

He loves you

Does he?

He does.

" They'll call us when they're ready."

He tells you before sitting a chair away.

I want him

Why won't he sit next to me?

You know why 

It's your fault

It is

Your names are called, and you both follow the therapist down to the same room as always. Geordi makes small talk. 

He's changed

He's more sociable

I'm glad

He seems to like it

Like clockwork you and Geordi sit on one couch, each at a different end

Too far

For you

He needs the space

He deserves the space

You deserve the space.

"Have you two decided if you're ready for the memory extraction? It is often very emotional, we discussed last session how it works and why we do it. It's always up to you."

"I'm ready."

You typically aren't this outspoken in theory, but you've been wanting this for a while, you recall how your therapist explained memory extraction as a way for them to help you understand your own memory. She explained that most people are blinded by their own memories because it's the only life they've lived so everything seems normal, even when it's not.

You never can quite understand your memories or yourself. You always preferred others, to the point it became an addiction. one that harms your thoughts, feelings, and memories. Along with harming Geordi. Someone you never want to hurt.

"Okay then, I'll get started."

Mom!!

Mom!!?

Please!

Please open the door.

You were knocking on your own house door. Crying from fear, shame, and confusion. All you did was go out with your friends, with her permission for a few hours.

That's not why she locked you out

What?

You blocked her, of course, she's mad

Remember what happened to Lanie? 

Blocking was a trick your older sister Lanie taught you, to prevent other telepaths, such as your mother, from reading your mind. You'd done it before but never for this long. It was the first time your mother had no contact with you.

She's not going to let you in

She did last time

And the time before that

And the time before that

And all the other times

She's tired of it

But she threw us out

It's not our fault

Yes it is

We blocked her

We stopped her from reading our mind

Stopped her from protecting us

But I don't want her to continually be in my mind

I want privacy

I want to feel like I can

Think without being heard

Be Myself

You can

Not with her in here

She's your mom

But it hurts

What was that?

A twig

Snapping

A person?

Where?

I can't see

It's too dark

I'm scared

I want mom

“MOM! MOM SOMEONE IS OUT HERE. PLEASE LET ME IN. I'M SORRY I WON'T DO IT AGAIN.”

“THAT'S WHAT YOUR SISTER SAID AND WHERE IS SHE NOW?”

Your sister

She's safe

She taught us how to block mom

She did this

No, she helped us

She can help again 

You stop knocking on the door and start walking away. waterfalls fell down your face as you walked Away from home, away from your mom. You walked the streets in the dark, with no phone, no flashlight, just the clothes on your back. Summer clothes.

It’s cold

I know

I wish we had a jacket

Is this the street?

Yes

You turn down the street, wishing you were wearing warmer, longer clothes. When you picked out this outfit you didn't think you'd end up out this late, in the cold. 

People

Bad?

Its a group

Brown bags

Liquor?

Eyes down

Keep walking

What do I do if they approach?

I don't know

No weapon

Just our hands and feet

Keep walking

Keep walking

Speed up

Door

Inside

Sister

Safe

You open the door to the building your sister lives in quickly rushing to her apartment, even though no one was following you. You hoped you remembered correctly you'd only been here once before. Tears from earlier sprung back to life as you frantically knock on the door. Deja vu from minutes ago, days ago, and weeks ago floods your mind as you recall all the time you were at your house door, begging, crying, and screaming for your mother to open the door. Today was the worst of it, she'd never lock you out for this long, or this late, your knuckles were never this red and your voice was never this hurt. 

When the door opened, you were so relieved you gasped for air, air you needed from the crying. Your sister's tired face was washed away when she saw you. Her arm instantly pulls you in for a hug. You cried harder, ashamed of how emotional you were in a public space.

People are trying to sleep

I don't care

Your sister whispers in your ear

“It's okay. I know, I've got you.”

She slowly walked backward, you still in her arms, following her. When the two of you cleared the doorway she quietly closed the door.

“She- she locked me out-”

Your sister didn't need you to tell her that, she'd been through this before. 

“She- again-”

Your sister's head spun at that word and you could feel the heat her anger produced. Lanie had been kicked out once, it was a hot day and she ended up having a heat exhaustion, lucky your father arrived before she could have a heat stroke. Your father was a water elemental, he was able to hydrate your sister and cool her down. That week your father left your family. Later when your parents divorced, he lost custody of both of you. Though your sister, Lanie was 17 at the time and left as soon as she turned 18. Your mom doesn't know that she still lives in town, she told you it was because she didn't have the money to go further but, you know she's here for you. Though she didn't feel safe enough to contact you till last month. She hates that she didn't help you sooner.

“Come on baby, let- let's sit you down.”

She guides you to her couch and leaves to the kitchen, you can still see her as she fills a glass of water for you. You start to regulate your breathing, taking in the smell of your sister's apartment. It smells like brown sugar, she used to have a brown sugar candle she always lit in her room, and it's comforting to smell it again. Brings you back to talking and giggling in her room.

“Here. Drink up.” 

“ Ok I think that's enough”

You shook your head and looked up, dazed at the sudden pull from your memories. You look at the therapist. 

“What for?”

The therapist was taken aback by your question.

“Well, I figured it was a good stopping point, especially considering the content of this memory.”

You feel a hand squeeze yours, turning to see Geordi, closer than when you started. Till now you had forgotten your partner was even there. you become ashamed realizing he witnessed everything. he had seen how bad of a kid you were. You turned to him slowly.

“Are you ok?”

Confused, you didn't answer. His hands find one of yours, his hands are tight and shaking. Before he looks into your eyes.

“I'm sorry. “

You looked away, not having an answer. The therapist took this time to interrupt.

“This is the reason we do this, as Geordi and I see it, you were mistreated by your mother. She used her telepathic abilities to control and shame you. It also appears you saw this as normal or acceptable to an extent. Would you share why you felt that way?”

" She was protecting me, she just- she wanted- she told me she needed to know everything, to keep me safe, she kept me safe."

You feel Geordi squeeze your hand, but when you look over he's looking away from you.

"Your mother taught you that."

" Yes, it's how I've lived, I can't be safe if I don't know anything, I can't be clueless, I have to know everything, knowing is safe."

"Your mother brainwashed you into believing that you could only be safe if you were constantly using your ability. That's why there's such a disconnect between you and your own brain. You aren't used to spending time with your own thoughts. It's probably why you have so much anxiety when you're not in others' heads. I'd say it's why you became so dependent on Geordi and developed that separation anxiety."

The therapist took a quick look at the clock

"Our time is almost up. I think next time I should see you separately."

What?

I just got him back

He's touching me again

I can't let him leave again

Let him?

You don't control him

“Wait, why?”

“I think it would be best for you to talk about this alone.”

“I don't understand!”

“ We can do what you two prefer but often when one client has suffered abuse it is best to discuss it separately first before with your partner.”

“ Abused? I wasn't abused.”

The therapist took a breath and she almost seemed to expect this reaction. You frantically looked over at Geordi.

Does he think I was abused too?

You were

I was?

No

“I'm sorry we need to go - let's go home Geordi.”

“I understand. I'll call to discuss the next appointment.”

You made your way through the building and parking lot to your car, getting into the driver's seat. Geordi is a little behind. He opens the passenger door but doesn't get in. 

“Are you sure you should drive? You seem a little on edge. I could drive you home.”

“ I need to drive, I can't not be in control.”

”Ok.”

That was all he could muster to say as he climbed into the passenger seat, even if his car is a few parking spots over and he doesn't live with you anymore.

When he is buckled you started the engine and leave the parking lot. You always play music when you drive, but right now I don't care. Your brain was swarming with so many thoughts. You couldn't even understand most of it, so you just drove. You could hear a few words from Geordi but didn't pay much mind to them. 

When you pulled into the driveway you were pissed. You did everything aggressively, parking, turning the engine off, slamming the car door. Geordi stopped talking and started yelling. You were already in the house as he was getting out of the car. You left the door open pacing and waiting for Geordi to walk through the door. When he did he was still yelling, laced with worry and fear, little anger.

“Cutie what-”

“Do you think I was abused?”

You questioned him, your eyes swirled with so many intense emotions but your voice stayed even. 

He shut up and stared, he started to stutter trying to answer but nothing came out. To you, that was answer enough. You moved to the couch, sitting down with your head in your hands. Geordi moves to close the door before sitting in front of you. 

He gently moved your hands out of the way, looking into your eyes.

“I- I can't decide for you. How you should feel about your mom. But I know that the way she treated you and your sister was wrong. So -so wrong.”

“I'm wrong?”

“What? Baby no?”

“I did what she did. To you. I always - I'm always in your brain, listening. Like she did.”

Geordi takes a breath. You're right and he wants to hold you accountable but with your state right he wants to be careful.

“ It was wrong. But you stopped right?”

Your words come out fast and panicked

“Yes, I promise I haven't read yours, or anyone else's mind in- in a long time. I only use it for work. Work only”

Geordi knew of your new resistance to using your power but didn't realize that you were completely abstinent outside of work, which worried him. Quitting cold turkey doesn't sound like the best for you. He'll have to remember that for later.

“I believe you. But that's something your mother didn't do, she never learned, and she never tried to get better, like you are now. From what I saw, she used her powers to control you, you never did that to me. Tell me why you are always reading my thoughts and others.”

You took some time to breathe before answering. 

“ To protect you.”

You were hesitant but want to be as honest as possible.

“And myself. People- they lie, all the time, and it's hard to trust them. I just wanted to know the truth. To be safe.”

“See your reasons are justifiable, you just took it too far. And I think, well I'm no therapist but, maybe your trust issues are what you should focus on first. Because it seems that's the root of your addiction.” 

You nod and laugh.

“ You're better than a therapist.”

He laughs

He is so beautiful

I love him

I miss him

" I'm not sure I am. I mean you've really improved,y'know working with her. You can always talk to me."

"Thank you. it's easier to talk to you about how I feel, you're not professional, you're comfortable, even if it's just our hands-"

You pull your hands out of his. Just realizing that you were touching him.

"I'm sorry, I - I didn't cross a boundary did I?"

He looks deep into your eyes and takes your hands again.

"No, I did this, I wanted to touch you, to comfort you. I’ve "

He clears his throat

"I've missed it, a lot. Every session the urge to comfort you and touch you becomes stronger."

You smile.

"Me too. And thanks, for comforting me, even though you have every right not to."

"I still love you."

You look away, your eyes catching the brown sugar candle.

Geordi follows your eyes, realizing now why that scent was your favorite. He was slightly grateful to say this without looking you in the eyes. it felt like he was saying it for the first time, even though it used to be so common.

"I do, I Love you so much, it's why I'm still here, it's why I'm comforting you, it's why I left. I know for you, it's hard to feel or remember your love if it is not constantly in front of you. So I thought I'd remind you. I love you cutie. I'm proud of you. I've missed you."

He sees a few tears roll down your cheek. You nod. He counties.

"I've missed sharing a bed, a kitchen, a bathroom, I've missed sharing a home with you."

You whip your head back to face him.

"Geordi, you don't live here. I basically kidnapped you."

He laughs, your brain was previously occupied, you'd forgotten he didn't live here anymore. You start to panic again.

"Hey it's okay, I got in the car willingly, I chose to come with you. You're not a kidnapper."

His smile calms you.

'I'm sorry I wasn't thinking properly, I thought, y'know, that you lived here."

"Maybe I should?"

Your body fills with excitement. So does his. 

Wait!

Don't.

You're not ready.

"I'm not ready."

Geordi's face falls a little but rises back.

" That's ok. I’m - I’m impressed."

"What? Why?"

" Because you clearly want it, but something told you that it wasn't time. And you listened"'

"I didn't think I'd be able to stay out of your thoughts...sorry. I do want to be with you again but, I can't hurt you again."

He pulls you into a hug. A soft whisper leaves his lips.

"Thank you, for protecting me"

He pulls away.

" You can protect me in other ways. And I can protect you. I will protect you."

[darcyolsson]

nostalgia can creep up on you at the strangest of times i just woke up and something about the smell of the air snd the way I'm huddled in bed reminds me so much of some mid-autumn mornings before school when i was a teenager, and it's not a fond memory at all because in that period of my life i dreaded waking up every day but nostalgia doesnt care about that

[lalasknives]

Sick and tired of thinking about bose being sad about not having a dad. He is happy with his mother. Yeah. And ykw? He is so happy with her that for Father's Day, he gives her a card saying, "Thank you for being the best dad ever mom :)". He thinks she is enough for him as she was able to provide him stability and money. She gave up her love life for him (because, honestly, Celia doesn't love the vice mayor. Every interaction they have seems forced to me) and for that, he is grateful. He sometimes jokes about his dad being absent because he is a teenager who just learned the words irony and dark humour.

[theconstellationprincess]

I started The Big Bang Theory and got attached to Leonard and then this happened <3

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Leonard’s hands trembled as he frantically dug through his nightstand for his inhaler. He inhaled greedily as he finally found relief from the asthma attack, lying on his back and panting.

Unfortunately, this brought him back to the other pressing, but less life threatening, issue he had. He’d wet the bed. Which he hadn’t done since he was a kid- well that’s a lie, there’s been a few isolated incidents since then, and this is one of them. Hopefully.

Regardless of the frequency of past accidents, he needed to deal with this one, and preferably in a way where Sheldon never finds out.

Leonard wiped at his wet eyes as he stood up and stripped off his sheets and blankets. He set them in his laundry basket, and tossed his wet pyjamas in there too. Having a shower would almost certainly wake Sheldon, but he was pretty sure they had some baby wipes around.

It took him twenty minutes to find them, but he did, and he cleaned himself up. Sheldon was still asleep, thank God, because Leonard would honestly rather die than have to admit to Sheldon that he had wet the bed.

With the discomfort of itchy skin taken care of, Leonard tossed on another pair of bottoms and eyed the damp patch on the mattress. He was going to have to grab some of that spray stuff you’re supposed to use for pers to get rid of the smell, but for now he tossed a towel over it and raided the hallway closet for a new sheet and blankets.

Finally, Leonard collapsed into bed, knowing that in the morning he’d have to deal with the laundry and dreading it. Of course, twenty minutes later, Sheldon came knocking. Literally.

“Leonard?” Three knocks, and his name again. And again. And again.

“Yes, Sheldon?” He eventually called back, groaning into his pillow when the door creaked open. He shoved his glasses on and squinted at Sheldon, grumbling when the light switch was flipped on.

“I had a bad dream.” Sheldon informed him, stepping into the room and walking around Leonard’s bed until he was standing next to the dresser. Leonard blinked at him, unable to stop his eyes from darting towards the newly full laundry basket before looking back to Sheldon.

“I’m- sorry to hear that, Sheldon.” He replied, sitting up and rubbing his eyes. “Why are you in my room?” He knew it was a bit rude, but he was exhausted and embarrassed and he just wanted to sleep. Was that so much to ask?

“I don’t want to sleep alone, and I can’t go sleep with Penny because it’s before 11am and she’ll throat punch me.” Leonard stared at Sheldon, wondering when his life had become what it was. “Did you have a bad dream too?”

“What? Sheldon no, just go back to bed. Your bed.” Leonard grabbed a pillow and covered his face with it, blocking out the aggressive light in the room. He was pretty sure Sheldon had noticed the laundry and that he was about be subjected to a mortifying investigation that would end with Sheldon sleeping in his bed regardless of what Leonard wanted.

“Were you drinking after I went to bed? Did you overhydrate? There’s only so many reasons that you would have to wet the bed.”

“Sheldon, drop it. Please.” Leonard could feel himself blushing. He shifted over to the far left side of the bed, he just wanted to sleep, and if shutting Sheldon up meant letting him spend the night, then whatever. Thankfully, for once, Sheldon picked up on the non-verbal cue and got into bed. Leonard turned off the light, and managed to fall asleep mercifully quickly.

-

“Leonard. Leonard. Leonard.” Sheldon whispered, shaking him awake. Leonard jerked up, barely avoiding head butting Sheldon as he clutched at his chest. He couldn’t remember what the nightmare as about, but it was… bad.

Tears rendered his vision blurry even after he put on his glasses and turned on the light. He couldn’t look at Sheldon, embarrassed by the fuss he was causing. “Sorry,” he choked out, trying to calm down before he panicked himself into another asthma attack. Sheldon looked lost, and Leonard felt bad.

“It’s… okay.” Sheldon replied after a moment, hesitantly reached out and patting the middle of Leonard’s three times. Leonard hated how comforting it was, mostly because it was very awkward and any normal person wouldn’t find it comforting, but coming from Sheldon, it was really nice. Sheldon cared, sometimes.

Normally, after a nightmare, loathe he is to admit it, Leonard would dig through his closet for the singular stuffed animal he had for the purpose of comfort and not collecting. It was an old thing, something he had gotten when he first moved out of his parents house. Of course, he couldn’t indulge in that particular tradition with Sheldon in the room, but that doesn’t change the fact that all Leonard really wanted right now was a hug and a cuddle. From literally anyone, including a stuffed animal.

“Do you want Alaska?” Sheldon asked, tearing Leonard out of his thoughts. Leonard let his jaw drop as he looked at Sheldon.

“How-“

“Do I know about the stuffed dog hidden in the back left corner of your closet? You told me the day after your mother left, when you got drunk and cried.”

“Oh. Great.” Leonard mumbled, picking at a loose thread on the blanket. Sighing, he pulled himself out of bed and over to his closet, easily finding the stuffed animal. He pointedly avoided looking at Sheldon as he crawled back under the covers and gave Alaska a tight squeeze. It was undeniably comforting.

“Goodnight Leonard.” Sheldon whispered as Leonard turned off the lamp again.

“Goodnight Sheldon." Leonard mumbled back, comforted by the presence of a close friend and his stuffed animal. Maybe it was a bit childish, but who cares? It made him happy, and that’s what’s important.

[captshipper]

I hope that everyone who says ace people can't write porn knows that 9 times out of 10 if I like someone's smut they turn out to be ace. Unironically ace people do it better imo

I don't think most people could compute that lots of smut is written by ace people. I've read some great porn written by ace people too.

[constellunette]

I never had to get blood drawn for anything until the rheumatoid. and now I have to get blood drawn all the time, but it's always in-house at my rheumatologist. so I'm desensitized to that. but the idea of getting blood drawn anywhere else? still terrifying! like, you expect me to just walk into an unfamiliar environment and allow some random stranger access to my veins??? bro???

[leffee]

I see two beautiful men (especially together) and I die

Yehaa

Also, a few sketches 🤭

:p