#{comfort}

[zimswife]

😸🐾🐈‍⬛🐱🖤

Stray cat breaks into Lynx’s enclosure at zoo

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[myonexox]

QUERENCIA

⁽ᵃ ᵖˡᵃᶜᵉ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᶠᵉᵉˡˢ ˢᵃᶠᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ⁾

pairing : husband!sunghoon x female!reader

synopsis : you and sunghoon are a newlywed couple. you're on a flight back from your honeymoon.

word count : 1k

the airplane hummed softly as it soared through the night sky. the quiet murmur of passengers filled the background but all you could focus on was the warmth of your husband beside you. sunghoon was fast asleep, his head slightly tilted toward you, his breath slow and even. the soft glow from the overhead light cast delicate shadows on his face, highlighting his breathtaking features.

your eyes landed on his eyebrows first. thick and well-shaped, resting in a slight furrow even in sleep. they framed his face so perfectly, adding depth to his already stunning expression. how many times had you admired them before? yet every time, they captivated you anew.

then your gaze dropped to his delicate eyelashes. they fanned over his cheeks, brushing against his smooth skin. you had always been envious of them. naturally curled, so effortlessly beautiful. every time he blinked, they fluttered in a way that slowed time itself. you often found yourself staring at them even when he was awake, hypnotized by their gentle movement.

your eyes moved lower, catching sight of the tiny mole adorning his nose. it was just a small detail, something others might not even notice but to you, it was a mark of perfection. you had memorized its placement, your fingers tracing it absentmindedly whenever you cupped his face. it was uniquely his and you adored it.

his nose. straight and elegant with a slight upturn at the tip had its own charm. you loved the way it scrunched ever so slightly when he was deep in thought or how it flared subtly when he was flustered. every little nuance, every habit, every expression of his was something that made your heart swell with love.

and then his lips. full, soft, slightly parted. they held the sweetest memories. your first kiss, the gentle pecks he pressed against your forehead. his lips had always been warm.

a small smile tugged at your lips as you sighed softly. it had only been a few weeks since you had married him yet every day still felt like a dream. waking up to him, feeling his arms wrap around you instinctively in his sleep, hearing the soft murmur of his voice in the morning. it was still surreal.

marriage had always seemed like something in the far off future, something you'd one day experience but never quite imagined so soon. but when sunghoon had stood at the end of that aisle, his eyes brimming with love, you knew, without a doubt that there was no one else you would rather spend eternity with.

the past few weeks had been a whirlwind of happiness. stolen kisses, shared laughter and whispered "i love you" in the quiet spaces between moments. you still couldn't believe that you were the one who got to love him for the rest of your life, that you got to call him yours. the depth of love you felt for him was overwhelming at times but it was the most beautiful feeling you had ever known.

your eyes wandered to his hand resting between you. his fingers were curled into a loose fist, his knuckles relaxed. you tilted your head slightly, charmed by how childlike he looked even in sleep. the way he fisted his hand was so endearing that you let out a small, breathy laugh.

slowly, you reached out, brushing your fingers against his before carefully unfisting his hand. his fingers uncurled one by one under your touch, his palm opening completely in your grasp. you traced the delicate lines of his palm, running your fingertips along the creases before pressing your own palm against his. his hand was larger and warm yet when your fingers intertwined, they fit together so perfectly. like your fingers were made for each other.

you playfully fisted his hand back, watching as his fingers folded into his palm again. then you straightened them, curling them in different directions, tapping the tips, pressing them down, intertwining them with yours, repeating the process all over again. it was silly, maybe even childish but it filled your heart with warmth and joy.

unbeknownst to you, sunghoon had woken up the moment you started playing with his fingers. at first, he thought of opening his eyes to tease you about it but as he felt your touch, he decided to stay still. there was something so intimate about the way you traced his fingers as if you were trying to memorize every ridge and curve. it made his heart melt in a way he couldn't describe.

but when your hand stilled, your breathing evening out as sleep took over, he finally opened his eyes. his gaze softened as it landed on you, his beautiful wife, sleeping so peacefully beside him.

his eyes traced your features, admiration flooding his heart. your eyebrows, so soft and delicate framed your face in a way that made you look ethereal. then his gaze dropped to your eyelashes resting gently against your cheeks. he had always loved your eyes and the way they sparkled when you laughed.

and your lips. slightly parted just like his had been. he knew those lips better than anything else. the way they curved when you smiled, the way they trembled when you cried, the way they felt against his when you kissed.

a soft breath escaped him as he smiled. even now, he still couldn't believe that you were his. that he got to wake up next to you every morning, that he got to hold you close whenever the world felt overwhelming, that he got to spend forever with you.

marriage had been an unfamiliar concept to him before, something he never fully grasped until you. but now, it was the most natural thing in the world. you were his home, his safe place, his greatest love. and he would spend the rest of his life making sure you knew that.

he could have watched you sleep for hours, memorizing every delicate feature, every peaceful breath, every tiny shift in expression. but instead, he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispered the words he would never tire of saying.

"i love you baby"

then with the gentlest touch, he pressed a soft kiss against your cheek.

[thesecondhandwoman]

𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝑳𝑰𝑻𝑻𝑳𝑬 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑬𝑭

Sevika x f!reader

Synopsis: It started as a peaceful Saturday morning with your wife, supposedly supposed to be slow and steady, before your daughter had other plans by stealing Sevika’s mechanical arm.

A/N: I had to write a cute fanfic about domestic, mama bear Sevika (for my life to be complete).

Mornings like this were rare.

No alarms, no pressing responsibilities, just the soft golden glow filtering through the curtains and the steady rise and fall of Sevika’s chest beneath your cheek.

Her warmth surrounded you, her arm draped lazily over your waist, the deep rumble of her breathing a soothing comfort. She was completely relaxed, her body slack in sleep, and you were tempted to stay like this forever.

You sighed contentedly, pressing a soft kiss to her collarbone before shifting slightly. Sevika made a noise—half grunt, half sleepy protest—and tightened her hold on you when you shifted closer, kissing her skin further.

“Mm, too early,” she mumbled, voice rough with sleep. “Too early to wake me.”

You smiled against her skin. “We don’t even know what time it is.”

“Doesn’t matter. Still too early.”

You hummed in agreement, letting yourself sink back into the warmth of her embrace.

Then the bedroom door creaked.

You barely had time to react before a tiny, energetic voice broke the morning calm.

“Mama! Mommy!”

The moment shattered.

Sevika groaned as your daughter barreled into the room, her little feet pattering across the floor. You barely cracked an eye open before she launched herself onto the bed, wriggling her way between you both with zero hesitation.

“Wake up!” she chirped, eyes bright with excitement. “It’s morning!”

You buried your face into Sevika’s bare shoulder, muffling a groan. “Baby, it’s the weekend, mama and I aren’t even fully awake yet…”

“But I’m awake,” she said matter-of-factly, as if that was enough reason for everyone else to be.

Sevika grumbled, her grip on you loosening as she turned onto her back, rubbing a hand over her face. “Doll, we agreed on knocking.”

Your daughter giggled, completely ignoring her. Instead, she shifted, eyes scanning the bed with an expression you immediately recognized as trouble.

You were about to question it when you saw what had caught her attention.

Sevika’s mechanical arm, currently detached and sitting on the edge of her nightstand.

Your eyes widened. “No, Dahlia—“

Before you could stop her or do anything to at least slow her down, she snatched the limb up with both hands, giggling uncontrollably as she wobbled under its weight.

Sevika frowned, still groggy. “What are you—”

Sevika turned her head further, rolling onto her back so she could look over at your daughter. She paused when she saw your daughter, the one she helped produce, holding her extremely expensive mechanical arm between a fit of giggles before she saw that sneaky look on the little one’s face, knowing she isn’t just looking at it this time.

“Oh, you little—”

Before she could finish, your daughter bolted.

You barely had time to process what was happening before Sevika sat up, the sheets slipping down her bare torso as she pointed after her.

“She stole my damn arm.”

You collapsed onto the mattress, covering your face as laughter overtook you.

Sevika huffed. “This isn’t funny.”

You gasped for breath. “It’s so funny.”

“No, it’s criminal. She ripped my arm off and just ran.”

“She didn’t rip it off,” you wheezed, still shaking with laughter. “She saw an opportunity and took it.”

“Yeah? Well, I’m taking it back.”

Sevika swung her legs over the bed, already moving to stand, only to pause.

Her robe was nowhere in sight.

“Where the hell are my clothes?” she muttered, glancing around the room.

You wiped at your eyes, still catching your breath. “I think they ended up on the floor, somewhere…”

Sevika let out a frustrated groan, raking a hand through her messy hair. “Perfect.”

Meanwhile, in the hallway, your daughter’s excited voice rang out.

“I’m the strongest fighter in Zaun!”

Sevika swore under her breath before hastily grabbing the nearest thing, a blanket, and wrapping it around herself.

“This is humiliating,” she muttered as she stormed toward the door.

You sat up properly, still grinning, before you responded mockingly. “You should be proud. She’s already mastered the art of psychological warfare.”

Sevika shot you a glare before stomping out of the bedroom.

You followed at a slower pace, stepping into the living room just in time to witness the absolute chaos unfolding.

Your daughter was sprinting across the room, swinging Sevika’s arm around like a weapon, her little feet barely making a sound as she dodged every piece of furniture in sight.

Sevika, still mostly wrapped in the blanket, was chasing her down.

“Give it back,” she ordered, her voice low and warning.

Your daughter squealed, narrowly avoiding capture as she dove behind the couch. “No way, it’s mine now mama!”

Sevika lunged, but she was still half asleep, and your kid was thriving in her newfound power.

She juked left. Sevika followed.

She faked right. Sevika cursed.

You leaned against the doorway, biting your lip to keep from laughing again.

“Baby, you might as well surrender,” you teased. “She’s got your stubbornness and your speed.”

“She’s lucky she’s cute,” Sevika muttered, attempting to corner her.

Your daughter, realizing she was trapped, did the only logical thing.

She threw the arm, or at least tried due to the hunk of metal being three times her weight and size.

Sevika barely caught it before it hit the ground.

You watched as she slowly, slowly turned back to face your daughter, who was standing a few feet away, looking very pleased with herself.

“Oh, you are so dead, you little punk.”

Your daughter shrieked as Sevika lunged, scooping her up effortlessly.

“No! Mama, wait!”

Sevika ignored her, tossing the arm onto the couch before lifting her higher, pressing a few teasing kisses to her cheek.

“You think you can just steal from me and get away with it? Huh, little rascal?”

Your daughter giggled, kicking her feet. “Yes?”

“Mm, wrong answer, now you must face the consequences of your criminal actions.”

Sevika shifted her grip, bringing her down just enough to bury her face in her stomach—blowing a loud, ticklish raspberry.

Your daughter let out the most dramatic, high-pitched giggle, writhing in her grasp. “Mama, mama no! Please, I surrender!”

Sevika grinned against her belly, doing it again just to hear her squeal.

You crossed your arms, shaking your head. “Wow, a real display of strength. Look at you, the strongest fighter in Zaun, reduced to a giggling mess.”

Your daughter groaned between giggles. “Mommy, help!”

“I don’t know, baby,” you mused, smirking. “I think Mama earned this one.”

Sevika finally relented, setting her down but keeping her close.

“Alright, little menace. I suppose I can do something for a criminal like you at least for being bold enough to steal my arm. You hungry?”

Your daughter immediately perked up. “Yes! Can we please have pancakes?”

Sevika chuckled, ruffling her hair. “Only if you help.”

“I will!” she promised, already bouncing toward the kitchen.

You watched her go before glancing at Sevika.

“You do realize you’re still half-naked under that blanket, right?”

She smirked. “Yeah. You gonna do something about it?”

You rolled your eyes, swatting at her as she laughed.

Sevika finally shrugged on her robe once you handed it to her, shaking her head. “You coming?”

You smiled, stepping closer and pressing a soft kiss to her lips. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go make pancakes.”

A/N: MY SHAYLA, OH, MY SHAYLA.

[ink-stainedkiss]

Nerd Gojo Headcannons

A/N: I’m so sorry for my lack of activeness. please forgive me🙏🙏 I’ve had so much stuff with school and yesterday was my birthday so my schedule has been packed. I wanted to give you guys something small for now so my accounts not collecting dust, but i promise more will be coming in days prior!! Love you all!💕

Nerd!Gojo who is still completely shocked you chose him out of everyone on campus. Gojo was a known geek, someone who got excited about the latest comic and his grades never fell below an A+. Well lucky for him, you found the fact he was so nerdy to be extremely cute.

Nerd!Gojo who loves planning adorable dates with you, but it’s never commonplace. He will set up picnics right in front of a beautiful lake, taking you to a pottery class and giggling at how dumb your ‘masterpieces’ look, or simply creating a candlelight dinner in your apartment.

Nerd!Gojo who adores you and he makes it extremely known. For someone so shy when the two of you first met, he definitely has warmed up to you. Before, he was too scared to even stand next to you because he was afraid he would slip up and embarrass himself, but now he never leaves your side. You can’t exit the same room with him without giving him a long kiss goodbye, even if you're just grabbing ice from the hallway. Hugs, kisses, handholding, cuddles, you name it, Gojo loves it.

Nerd!Gojo who isn’t the best at taking care of himself. He often stays up late to finish homework or a project that could easily be done the next day, but unfortunately he’s a try hard and will force himself to stay awake until it’s done. Before you, he relied on energy drinks to keep him up and when all of the work was done, he would sleep the weekend away, barely leaving his dorm. Even now, you have to scold him for his unhealthy studying habits.

You were peacefully chatting with your friends, going on about the tests and assignments being piled on top of each other. As you spoke, your group’s eyes shift behind you, but you couldn’t turn before two lanky arms were sliding around your waist. Soft lips gently landed on your exposed neck and in your peripheral vision you saw a puff of white hair. Of course it was Gojo. Your friends did not hold back their cheeky looks, some of them turning and looking off in another direction while muffaling their giggles.

Blush rose to your cheeks instantly and you heard your boyfriend speak up,”Hi Baby.” He’s obviously tired, his voice groggier than normal, but he still has the energy to cover you in his love. You shift your body to face him, cupping his cheek, and you get a good look at his face. Like you expected, he looks on the brink of passing out. His usually bright eyes were a bit dimmer and there were vague shadows coating his under eyes. His own hand reached up and held the one of his face, turning his head to plant tiny kisses to your palm.

“Have you been sleeping?” Gojo sees the disappointed frown on your face, because you already knew the answer. He sighed, leaning into your touch,”Maybe.” The short response was enough to finalize your question. It didn’t help that he had shut his eyes and was practically sleeping against your palm. Turning to your friends, you excused yourself, dragging a half-asleep Gojo on your side the entire time you left.

Nerd!Gojo who knows he should listen to your stern lectures on why he needs to stop doing all nighters, but even if he felt like shit after, without fail the two of you would cuddle on his bed and take a long cat nap. You were never as tired as Gojo, so most of the time you would be awake, reading, or scrolling on your phone, while Gojo slept soundly on your lap.

Nerd!Gojo who may or may not do your homework if you leave it out. He tells himself he shouldn’t, since you tell him it’s not his responsibility to do your own work, but he can’t help it. You’re his girlfriend after all and it would be mean of Gojo to not fill out the first half of the paper and maybe the back half if he has time. (He does it regardless)

Nerd!Gojo who nearly cries when you get him a figurine of his favorite superhero character. He constantly gushes about how cool they are and doesn’t notice how you aren’t even listening to the topic, just focusing on how his eyes light up with pure joy. You have adapted to Gojo’s interest, never denying a trip to the movies with him to see a new action film he has been freaking out about. Holidays are like Gojo’s heaven because you always end up getting him another item for his very large collection. Each time you are smothered in kisses then dragged to his room to watch him rearrange his overcrowded stock.

Nerd!Gojo who is so thankful for you and some nights, wakes up to watch you sleep calmly. His fingers rake over your face and images of your future together flash in his head.

[drawingdisaster]

Jason seeking comfort from Dick.

[lokidjarin-7567]

Can you write a fanfic (only if you're comfortable of course) pairing kang dae-ho x f!reader, during the lights out. Basically they've developed a really strong connection since the beggining, and she's sleeping next to him while he's looking out for others (ok he's just basically watching you sleep). But you shift your position while sleeping and he sees sh scars on your wrist, and folds your sleeves and he sees multiple cuts and scars. You wake up from the motions and you see him with teary eyes and then you start to cry a lot, like having a panic attack and he comforts you and it's just a lot of fluff basically. (the reason from your cuts can be because you're deeply depressed and you're coping that way since you're 15 but at 21 you still do it)

But, if you don't feel comfortable writing about sh can you please write one also during the light out when dae-ho is on the look out and the reader is trying to sleep, but she's so scared of what's going to happen that she starts crying, he notices it, she has a panic attack and he pulls her to his lap comforting her (again really fluffy).

I'm almost one year clean so I was craving this kind of comfort, thank you <3

Your wish is my command 🫡 (sorry so cheesy)

Creature Comforts

Kang Dae-ho x reader

CW: mentions of self harm, please please do not read if you’re not comfortable with this!!, fluff and comfort

So happy to get this request - my first one!! Please send any in if you have them, I love writing them <3 And please message me if you’re having thoughts about SH or struggling with it at all, my DMs are always open 🩷

Masterlist | AO3

She looked so peaceful when she slept. She was curled up on the mattress beside where he was keeping guard, her chest rising and falling with each breath. It was mesmerising. Her hair was fanned out across the pillow, some straying into her face, strands lying delicately on her cheek. The lower half of her body was covered with a thin blanket, her top half cuddled into her jumper.

He had never seen her this calm. They had gotten close quickly in these games - the fear and horror acting as a catalyst for friendship - and he found himself getting protective over her fast. They’d first met after the first game, when Thanos and his lackey had approached her to join their little group, and he’d felt the inexplicable urge to tell him she was already spoken for. Surprisingly, she agreed with him quickly, saying she had already made her allies and hurried quickly away from that purple-haired joke. She thanked him wholeheartedly when they were out of earshot, confirming that there was something about him that made her uncomfortable so she appreciated being saved (her words, not his.) They had been inseparable since - sharing meals, sticking together in games, voting together, even bunking next to each other. When Gi-hun said that two people should always be keeping watch tonight, they didn’t even have to say they would take their shift together - it was just assumed.

But when the time came, he couldn’t bring himself to wake her up. She looked ethereal in the dim light of the room, her hair like a halo, the sound of her breathing a symphony to his ears. Soothing. He could watch her for hours, totally enthralled and at peace. His hand moved to brush a piece of hair from her face, feeling the softness of the lock between his fingers, fingertips lingering just a moment too long on the soft skin of her cheek. So he just sat beside her. He wasn’t tired yet; he could take her shift. Anything to protect her really. A few extra hours can be the difference between life and death here.

The rise and fall of her body suddenly changed rhythm, a deep sigh escaping her lips. She rolled over in her sleep to face him, and he held his breath, scared that the smallest shift might wake her. She settled back in quickly though, and he watched with a soft smile as her arms fell beside her body, head snuggling into the pillow.

He wanted to wake up like this every morning, hearing her gentle sighs and soft snores, to see the peace on her face before she woke. He had only known her a few days, but it felt like a lifetime when they spent every minute fearing for their life. He felt so unbelievably protective of her so fast. He didn’t think she was incapable of handling herself - she’d proven the opposite through this ordeal. But he didn’t want her to have to worry about that ever again. As soon as they were out of there, he would do anything to make sure she wasn’t scared ever again.

Her hair had fallen across her face again, and in the dim light, he worked carefully to move it, tucking it gently behind her ear. Then he noticed her blankets falling down a little, pooling around her waist, so he pulled it up to her shoulders. Then the cuff of her jacket was slipping, so he gently grabbed the fabric, moving to fix her sleeve, when he noticed something. There were a few scars there, barely noticeable in the dim light of the room, so he allowed his curiosity and protective nature get the better of him. Ever so cautiously, he slipped her sleeve down just a little, just enough to see the scars that littered her forearms. Some were newer than others, others long since healed, but they were unmistakable.

His heart hurt for her. Life in these games was hard enough, but he could only imagine what awaited her outside to have to…

He wasn’t sure what to do. If he addressed it, he might lose her trust. She might get embarrassed that he knew and withdraw. If he didn’t, and she somehow worked out that he knew, she would think he didn’t care.

It wasn’t something he understood completely - a few of his friends from the military struggled with self-harm, but he didn’t tend to ask them too many questions. They had PTSD, so maybe she had that too? Or something else that was making her hurt badly enough to… all he really knew was that she didn’t have any healthy avenues to alleviate her stress and emotion. He wanted to help, to hold her and tell her everything would always be okay around him, that she shouldn’t ever hurt herself again… but he knew that was condescending and naive. What he really needed to do was let her talk to him if he wanted, listen, and if there was anyway she wanted him to help, he would…

His plans were foiled though, as she woke slowly, eyes blinking open. He was lost in thought, fingers still hooked around her cuff, and he was frozen as her eyes widened, locking on her arms and where his skin was against her. She started to back away, shuffling quickly as she adjusted, fear taking over her features.

“What’re you…” she muttered quietly, pulling her sleeves back to her hands as tears started to form in her eyes.

“I’m sorry…” he blurted out quickly, face turning red. “You turned over and I saw something so I was curious, I didn’t mean to wake you I… I’m so sorry.” She had pulled her knees to her chest, shaking slightly. “Hey, listen to me, it’s ok, it’s all ok, I…” he slowed down when he realised she was crying, her whole body heaving with deep, pained breaths, her hands fisting the blankets around her. He muttered her name quietly, but she didn’t respond, her legs falling down as her breathing got more and more erratic.

Oh God, he’d ruined everything.

***

It had happened so quickly. One minute you were asleep, the next, you opened your eyes to see Dae-ho beside you. At first, you were happy just to see him, his face and demeanour and everything about him a comfort to you throughout this game. Then you noticed the way he was looking at you. A mixture of pain and confusion and worry was contorted across his face, and then you saw where he was looking.

Your sleeve must had rolled in your sleep, and he was looking at your now bare wrist, his fingers softly brushing against it. You snatched her arm away quickly, fear clouding your mind as you shuffled back.

He had seen.

Oh God, I’ve ruined everything.

There was no questioning that fact. He knew. One of your deepest secrets, one of the things you were most ashamed of. And now, the person you trusted most in here knew. What would he think? Would he view you differently? As weak? As insane? As someone who didn’t deserve to be here around people who wanted to live more than you?

All you had ever wanted was to be seen as normal. And however awful this place was, you finally had that. You had found someone who viewed you as an equal, an ally even. You weren’t the unstable girl who cut herself, or the friend no one could rely on due to unpredictable bouts of depression or anxiety, or the shitty daughter who kept to herself. You were helpful, normal even. But now?

You hadn’t noticed your breathing start to shallow until it was too late. Your vision started to go fuzzy, mind screaming that you’d let someone too close, that they would never see you the same and it was all your fault. Again.

You heard him call your name, but it felt far away, like you were trapped in a bubble and everything outside was muffled. You were paralysed with an inexplicable terror, tears streaming down your face.

Unsurprisingly, given where you were, it wasn’t the first time you’d had a panic attack in front of him. They’d been pretty consistent, after every game, during some, but now, somehow this was the worst. For some reason, someone truly knowing you was scarier than the prospect of looming death.

It took a while for your vision to come back into focus, and when it did, all you could see was his face.

“Hey, look at me, breathe, ok? Here…” he carefully placed his hand on yours, and when you didn’t pull away, picked it up and held it to his chest. “Follow my breaths, ok? In….” You did your best to follow along, stuttering slightly, but he smiled ever so softly even if you weren’t doing it perfectly. “Good, and out..” He repeated the motion a few times, and you followed until your breathing was steady enough to talk. “There we go.” He muttered gently, a hand straying to your face to wipe away the tears that had fallen.

“I’m so sorry, Dae-ho…” it was all you could choke out, already close to tears again, but he shushed you quickly.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. It’s none of my business, but I need you to know that I would never judge you… not for anything. Especially not for something that isn’t your fault.”

“Of course it is, I…”

“It’s not. Do you hear me? It’s not your fault. You’re doing your best and I’m here for you. As long as you know that, that’s all that matters.” You were crying again, his words a comfort you had never heard before. Not a moment after the first tear fell his arms were around you, pulling you tight to him and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. You couldn’t even speak to thank him, so you squeezed his arm instead, feeling him smile into the top of your head. You had never felt so much kindness before, so much understanding… and maybe it said something about the people around you, but you couldn’t think about that. Right now, all you could think about was the way he was holding you close, the way his breaths aligned with yours, and the way he made you feel like everything was actually going to be ok.

[zimswife]

🥲If only I could stick to caring for myself...

[cheeseatlantic]

i need the emotional intimacy and so do you!!

WHERE LOVE RESTS

The mission had gone sideways in a way that left you gasping for air, the sting of your injuries sharper than you’d care to admit. But the worst part wasn’t the pain—it was the look on Simon’s face as he saw you go down. The worry was there, plain and clear, even under the mask. He got you out, patched you up, but he never left your side since.

The days following the mission blurred together, one long stretch of careful tending and gentle reassurances from Simon, as if he was terrified you might slip away. You saw the strain in the slight twitch of his jaw, the way his hand would linger just a bit too long on your bandaged arm, the soft murmur of his voice as he reminded you to stay still.

He made sure you ate, fed you the best food—comforting, rich, everything to make sure your body healed. Your favorite meals, just the right temperature. He’d carefully cut each bite when you couldn’t manage it yourself. There was nothing too much for him to do for you.

But it wasn’t just the food. Every evening, without fail, he’d bring you a warm bath. It became a ritual, one that gave you some reprieve from the pain, but also something more. It was the way Simon looked at you as he eased you into the water, the way his hands moved over your skin with practiced care as he scrubbed the grime of the day away. There was a tenderness to his touch, like he feared even the slightest jolt would break you. You could feel it in his movements—the restraint in everything he did, as though you were the most fragile thing in the world.

One evening, the steam rising in the bathroom as you sank into the warm water, you finally spoke the words you’d been holding back for days.

“Simon…” you murmured, your voice soft and barely audible, “Would you… come in with me tonight?”

His brow furrowed, and you caught the hesitation in his eyes. But then he sighed, deep and heavy, and slowly, he nodded. Without saying another word, he unbuckled his gear, set it aside, and stepped into the bath behind you.

The moment his body sank into the water, you immediately leaned back, your head resting on his chest. The sound of his steady heartbeat beneath you was soothing, grounding. You could feel his hands lightly brushing your hair back from your face, the gentle way he caressed your skin.

“You’re okay,” he murmured, almost to himself, as if trying to convince himself more than you. “I’ve got you.”

You didn’t say anything in reply, instead closing your eyes and letting the warmth of the water and his presence settle over you. It felt like the world outside the bathroom had faded away, like nothing existed except for the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands moved over you so carefully, washing away the remnants of the day. He didn’t rush. He took his time, his fingers brushing lightly against your skin in a way that spoke more than any words could.

The scent of soap and warmth filled the air, and before long, the rhythm of his touch, the comfort of his embrace, lulled you into a peaceful drowsiness. Your body was sore, but here, with him, the pain didn’t seem so overwhelming. You felt safe in his arms, protected in a way you hadn’t known you needed.

As you drifted off to sleep, your body instinctively curling closer to him, Simon simply held you. His arms wrapped around you, cradling you against him. He kept bathing you, his hands gentle as he wiped away any lingering dirt, but his touch now was infused with something deeper. Something more vulnerable. The warmth of the water and the soft rhythm of his movements were all you needed, all you could focus on as you melted further into his embrace.

And as you slept, Simon remained awake, his chest rising and falling beneath you. His fingers still glided over your skin with a quiet care, as if the world had narrowed to this single, tender moment. He was scared—scared of losing you, scared that one mission could take you from him. But right now, in this bath, as he held you close, he let himself believe that he was exactly where he needed to be.

You were his, and in this fragile, tender moment, you both found solace in each other’s arms. And for a little while, the world outside didn’t matter.

[rollingeevee]

Ok so I had a bad few things happen today and actually ended up crying so I wanted to cheer myself up with some CRK and, bc he’s currently one of my favorite Cookies, I went to Shadow Milk Cookie in my Cookie menu. First time I opened his page up, he asked me “Why the loooong face?” and the second time, he said “‘Tis I, your humble jester, here to brighten up your mood!” and, ngl, those actually did kinda cheer me up like he knew so I’m doing smth a lil different and OOC tonight so-

Self-Aware!Shadow Milk Cookie x Reader Comfort Headcanons

• He knows the moment you log on that something is wrong

• He’s found himself rather attentive towards you, so he knows your usual mannerisms like the back of his hand

• So, of course, when you go to him in your Cookie Menu, he asks “Why the loooong face?”

• He notices you’re a bit surprised, which he laughs to himself about a bit. He knows you likely won’t tell him, you still think he’s purely running off programs and code, but no matter!

• And so, he gets to work!

• Suddenly, you seem really lucky in the game. You’re pulling all the cookies you want (including him, heh!) and getting all the rewards you need from Royal Margarine’s card game. Every chest you open grants you what you’re looking for, and toppings are getting just the right buffs you need for your cookies!

• You think you’re going crazy but maybe all those jokes that Shadow Milk is at least a lil self aware have some truth to them?

• When you go to him again in the cookie menu, he tells you “‘Tis I, your humble jester, here to brighten up your mood!” and brighten up your mood he certainly did

• With a genuine and grateful smile, you whisper a small “thank you”

• At that moment, his eyes seem to focus directly on you and you’re just barely able to catch the “You’re welcome, doll~”

• As you blink in surprise, his sprite winks at you

• … You must be seeing things… you need to go to bed…

• Once you turn off the game, Shadow Milk can’t help but cackle loudly. Oh, your face was priceless! Perhaps he should play around a lil more with the game’s code to see what else he can do~

[slytherin-pen]

In the Wake of Chaos

pairing: Cassian x Reader

word count: 2k

warnings: canon typical violence, negative self-talk, attempted r*pe

The training ring was empty save for the faint whisper of wind through the mountains and the dull thud of your fists against the punching bag. Your knuckles, already raw and bleeding, screamed in protest, but you didn’t care. You’d been at it for hours, the pain a distant echo compared to the churning turmoil inside you.

The memory was still fresh—too fresh. The alleyway, the bitter touch of the male’s hands, the terror that had gripped you when you realized how easily he could overpower you. You’d managed to escape, but the fear hadn’t left you. It had settled deep in your bones, gnawing at you until the only thing you could do was fight. Fight until the fear turned into something else, something you could control.

You were beyond drunk, your body filled with a heat only alcohol could provide. The music and chatter inside Rita’s blended into an incomprehensible hum as you walked to the exit. It had been hours since you arrived with the intention of forgetting your latest failures. The only mission you’ve accomplished as of late. You swayed on your feet, hands gripping the stair rail as your breaths turned into a cloud before you. It was freezing out, but thanks to your alcohol-induced internal warmth, you didn’t even think to regret not bringing a coat. As you rounded the corner, a slimy hand covered your mouth—muffled your scream.

“Don’t worry, doll. The quicker you behave, the sooner it’ll be over,” your attacker said. His voice was raspy like he had been inhaling smoke recently. Blonde hair receding towards the back of his head and with eyes so dark they looked black as they ogled your struggling form. The brick wall behind you bit into your exposed shoulders, and your thrashing only accentuated the pain.

You were too drunk for this. Your thoughts were hazy and everything felt as if it was in slow-motion, though you knew it wasn’t. The male did not take his time lifting your dress and putting a leg between your thighs as he ground into you. His hand found your throat and the lack of oxygen to your brain only served to disorient you further.

What do you do? What do you do? Everything was dark and cold, and your vision was fading as you struggled to breathe in air. You had cut off the bond hours ago, not wanting Cassian to feel your self-loathing as you drank away your sorrows. That meant he wouldn’t feel you now. The panic, the pain. You thought of what he would think about all of this. Disappointment, most likely. For getting yourself into this situation in the first place, for freezing rather than fighting like he had taught you so many times. You tried to remove your arms from his grip, but he was twice your size. His belly protruded out from under his shirt and rubbed against yours, your eyes barely reaching his chest.

How would this end? Would Cassian wake in the morning to find you still not home? Would he scour Velaris looking for you only to find your body in some alley next to a bar? No. You wouldn’t do that to him. You were the mate to the General of the Night Court. Imagine the jokes people would make if they found out your life ended because of your stupid mistake, because of your failing.

As the male stepped back to undo his pants, hunching over to fiddle with the buckle, you reared your head back and slammed it into his. Not the smartest move, as you were now seeing stars in your vision, but it was enough to make the oaf of a male stumble backward. You bolted. The world was spinning, and you grazed your hand over every solid surface you could find to keep your balance. You nearly broke an ankle every couple of steps and after a glance behind you to ensure the male wasn’t on your tail, you yanked them off. Gravel stones engrained themselves in the soles of your feet, but you didn’t stop. You didn’t stop until enough air had found its way into your lungs and the dizziness subsided, then you winnowed.

You hadn’t told anyone about the attack. What was there to say? That you, thanks to your decision to go out alone and distracted, had been easy prey? That despite all your training and all your effort, you were still vulnerable? You had winnowed to the Townhouse first last night. As you worked to calm your racing heart lest Cassian catch on to something being wrong the minute you’re in the same room as him, you found Mor’s makeup bag that she kept in her old room. You covered up the bruise around your neck and threw a sweater on over your dress to hide the angry, bleeding skin on your back. Once you arrived at the House of Wind, you thanked the Mother for Cassian sleeping like a rock. He couldn’t ask any questions if he wasn’t awake. After changing into long-sleeved pajamas and crawling into bed next to him, you stared at the ceiling for the rest of the night listening to your mate snore peacefully next to you.

You cursed under your breath as your punch landed wrong, sending a fresh wave of pain up your arm. You were exhausted, muscles trembling with the effort to keep going, but you didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop.

“Enough.”

The word cut through the air like a whip, and you froze, your fist hovering in mid-air. Cassian stood at the edge of the ring, arms crossed over his broad chest, wings flaring slightly behind him. His hazel eyes crinkled with concern as he took in your state; sweat-soaked, bruised, and bleeding. You managed to avoid him this morning, feigning sleep as he woke with the sun like every other morning. You waited for him to leave to check on the Illyrian camps before setting off for training of your own.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice low, edged with something you couldn’t quite place.

“Training,” you snapped, dropping your fist and turning away, wiping sweat from your brow with a trembling hand.

“This isn’t training,” he countered, stepping into the ring. “This is self-destruction.”

You felt a flash of anger, but the guilt and shame that had been festering since last night quickly swallowed it. “It’s nothing, Cass.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he said, his tone gentle but firm as he moved closer. “Tell me what happened.”

The blood drained from your face. “Nothing happened,” you said, a little too high-pitched. “It’s just been an off week. You have those yourself now and then.”

His eyes narrowed as he watched you shift on your feet. You looked like a startled deer, frozen in place and staring at him with wide eyes. “Sweetheart,” he said more firmly this time. “I know when something is up with you. We’ve all had our off weeks, but I’ve never seen you like this.”

“Like what? I’m training a little harder, Cass. It’s not a big deal, just drop it.” As you turned back to the punching bag, a hand found your wrist. You forgot where you were, flashbacks of last night assaulting your mind. A gasp left your lips as you snatched your hand away and stumbled backward.

“I-” Cassian started. His eyes were shimmering with worry, glancing at you and then back at his still outstretched hand. “You need to tell me what happened. I’m not asking anymore, sweetheart.”

You clenched your fists, willing yourself to keep it together, but the exhaustion and fear finally shattered your resolve. Not to mention, you couldn’t lie to your mate. “Last night, outside Rita’s,” you began, your voice cracking with barely contained emotion. “I was trying to leave… and some male… he grabbed me. I got away, but—” You shook your head, unable to finish the sentence as the memories threatened to overwhelm you. You were hyperventilating now, stuck between the present and the memories.

Cassian’s expression shifted from concern to something darker, his jaw tightening as he took slow steps toward you. “He hurt you?”

“No,” you said quickly, shaking your head. “Not really. I just… I can’t stop thinking about how easily he could have.” You met Cassian’s eyes, finally letting him see the fear and shame you’d been carrying. “I didn’t fight hard enough. I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, and it’s my own fault, I—”

“Stop,” Cassian interrupted, his voice hard and commanding. He closed the distance between you in a few strides, placing a gentle but firm hand on your shoulder. “You got away. That’s what matters. And it is not your fault that some male tried to take advantage of you.”

You tried to pull away, but his grip tightened just enough to keep you there, grounding you. “It is my fault,” you whispered. “I was drunk and alone. I should have known better.”

“Look at me,” he demanded, waiting until you lifted your gaze to his. “It is not your fault. You are allowed to get drunk, you are allowed to go off on your own, and you are allowed to do whatever you damn well please. What is not okay is males attacking females in the street.”

His words chipped away at the walls you’d built around yourself, and you felt tears prick at your eyes. “But what if it happens again?” you asked, your voice small, betraying the fear you hadn’t wanted to acknowledge.

Cassian’s expression softened, his thumb brushing gently over your shoulder. “It won’t,” he said, his voice steady. “Because we’re going to make sure you’re ready for anything. We’ll run through every scenario you can think of until you’re so confident you could take down anyone, no matter their size.”

You bit your lip, feeling the tears slip down your cheeks despite your best efforts. “Cassian, I…”

He pulled you into a hug, his muscular arms wrapping around you in a protective embrace that made you feel safe for the first time since the attack. “But first,” he murmured into your hair, “you need to rest. You won't be any good to yourself if you keep going like this.”

You didn’t have the energy to argue, your body sagging against him as the adrenaline drained away, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice trembling as you finally let go of the need to be strong, if only for a little while.

Cassian guided you over to the bench at the side of the training ring, sitting you down and grabbing a first aid kit from one of the nearby shelves. “Let me see your hands,” he said tenderly, kneeling in front of you.

You hesitated, but the look in his eyes was so filled with worry and care that you found yourself obeying, holding out your bruised and bloodied knuckles. Cassian winced as he saw the damage you’d done to yourself, but he said nothing, just started carefully cleaning the wounds with a soft cloth and applying a healing salve.

“I don’t blame you for going out,” he murmured as he worked, his touch gentle but efficient. “But why didn’t you come home? I thought you had still been on your mission when I went to bed. If I had known you were in trouble—” he shook his head before looking up at you, “I would have been there.”

You released a heavy sigh. “I didn’t want you to know I was back yet. I closed off the bond because I didn’t want you to feel my emotions. The mission went to shit, thanks to me making a mistake. Seems to be a common theme for me.”

That earned a glare from Cassian before he resumed wrapping a bandage around your hand. “You’re too hard on yourself. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes, including me, Rhys, and even Az.” He tucked the bandage in before grabbing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “You cannot beat yourself up about it, only learn from it. You want to go to bar and drink until you’re numb, fine, but don’t shut me out. Ever. I’d rather be sitting next to you, offering whatever support I can, than find out later that my mate needed me and I wasn’t there. Understood?”

You nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry.”

He stood up and kissed your forehead before sitting next to you and bringing you into his arms. “You have nothing to be sorry for, sweetheart. I’m sorry I wasn’t there. I’m sorry I didn’t realize you feel this way about yourself, but we’re just going to add that to the list of things to work on, because you deserve to know how amazing you are.”

A tear ran down your cheek and he swiped it away with his thumb. “Thank you,” you whispered, feeling more vulnerable than ever, but also safe—truly safe—with your mate by your side.

He smiled, a soft, reassuring smile that made you feel like everything might actually be okay. “Anytime,” he said, his voice full of warmth and sincerity. “You’re not alone in this, remember that. We’re a team, and we’re going to get through this together.”

After sitting there for a of couple minutes relaxing in Cassian’s arms as you watched the clouds move across the sky he spoke again. “Let’s get you cleaned up and some food in you. After that, we’ll figure out our next steps.”

You nodded, allowing him to help you up, his arm around your shoulders as he guided you inside the house. For the first time since that male grabbed you, you felt like you could breathe again, like the weight you’d been carrying was finally lifting.

And if Cassian showed up at the dinner table later that evening with bruised knuckles after hunting that male down, you were none-the-wiser.

[weepingwidar]

Hyangmok Baik (Korean, 1990) - Comfort (2023)

[thatoneautisticshark]

Just a cute little thingy. Also please please send asks. I have literally no ideas :[

Gaz sighed, flopping on the shitty safe house bed. His damp hair making him shiver. The days had been scorching but somehow the night was still cold. Didn't help the power was out, and his shower to get the layers of caked mud and sweat off was freezing.

He groaned, too worked up to sleep. The mission had stretched much longer than it was meant to. Should have been an easy in and out, week long at best. They were one week three, and it was the first time since the start of the mission that they were not sleeping in the mud.

So he couldn't complain too much about the safe house, because at least it was a shelter, and they were getting flown back to base tomorrow.

Ghost was in the other room, probably fast asleep. He had been acting off the last few days. Quieter, more on edge and snappier. A simple joke that he would usually have returned, got him told to ‘Shut his bloody trap for once in his life, or he'd be on latrine duty for three months’.

Needless to say there was a bit of tension between them at the moment. Gaz couldn't really blame Ghost. After all, a mission tripling in length and being stuck in the hot humid climate sucked. But Ghost was known for being resilient, and unshakeable.

Gaz had personally seen the man with three bullet wounds still crack shitty jokes. But yet, something on this had really thrown Ghost off.

He didn't seem to be injured, wasn't holding himself weird, so at least that was something.

Gaz'd mentioned it to Price over radio, who had given a knowing hum and just told Gaz to leave it for now. That Ghost would go back to normal once they left.

Gaz knew not to push it. His lieutenant was a complicated guy, and although he didn't know all his past, he certainly knew he had been through a real shit storm. He knew it wasn't gonna happen, but he wished Ghost would just talk to him.

They were friends and he was worried. But not like he could force anything.To say he wasn't looking forward to Ghost hopefully getting back to normal was an understatement however.

Gaz rolled onto his back, fiddling idly with the cord for the lamp as he thought. He glanced up as he heard movement through the open door into where Ghost was staying.

He glanced up, looking at the hulking figure. “Lieutenant. What do you need?” Ghost didn't answer, walking closer. Gaz just blinked at him.

Maybe a 6’4 man who was built like a brick wall walking towards you at night should be intimidating, but it wasn't. It was Ghost afterall, no way in hell he would hurt his team. Gaz knew that much.

What he didn't expect Ghost to do was just… flop on him? He was evidently careful not to land with all his weight, but he just flopped on-top of Gaz.

Settling against his chest as if it was the most normal thing ever, head tucking beside Gaz’s neck.

It was only when Gaz felt the slight tickle of hair, and the warmth of skin he realised. Ghost wasn't wearing his mask. Or a balaclava or anything.

He was bare faced.

Cuddling Gaz.

Gaz blinked, trying to get his bearings. “I-wha?... Lieutenant?”

The breath tickled his neck as Ghost just murmured “Shut it, Garrick”. It was a sign of how much he wasn't himself, with the fact it wasn't so much an order, and felt more like a plea.

Gaz conceded easily “Okay, okay, shutting up.” He whispered tracing a hand absently along his superiors back. When

Ghost sat up ever so slightly, Gaz found himself surprisingly disappointed that Ghost was moving…

Until Ghost simply moved his head, tucking it under the sergeant's chin, resting on his chest and settling back down with a soft hum.

Within minutes he was softly snoring, and his grip was looser.

And Gaz was very confused.

And very stuck.

But he couldn't bring himself to be annoyed.

[bpdoka]

[zimswife]

rawrie rawr! 🧸🐾🐅

palm pals rose the pink tiger by aurora

[billiesmainchick]

THE BEST

Billie Eilish x Wife!reader

Warnings: Crying, slight angst, comforting

A/N: Billie really deserved that Grammy dudeee 😭💔

“And the album of the year goes to..Cowboy Carter!!”

The words replay in the back of her head, pounding into her memory. It was later that night after the Grammys. You both were tucked into bed sleeping..well she wasn’t.

You hear slight sniffing and slowly open your eyes to see Billie sitting on the edge of the bed with her head hanging low. You lean up and scoot up next to her. “Baby are you okay?” It was a stupid question really. She nods and wipes her eyes.

“Baby look at me.” You say in a whisper tone as you cup her face. She looks over at you with glossy eyes. “I don’t…I don’t know what to do. I finally made an album I loved and I didn’t get anything.” Her voice cracks and you pull her into a hug.

“Oh honey..you don’t need any stupid piece of metal to determine if you’re the best or not, you’ve helped so many people including me.” You whispered in her as you hug her tighter. You pull away and smile some. “I’d say you’re the best and a lot of people would agree with me.”

She sniffles again and smiles some. “I’m so lucky to have you angel.” You smile and press a kiss to her salty tear covered cheek gently. “I’m even more lucky to have such a talented, beautiful, smart, loving wife..I wouldn’t trade it for anything.” You say as you tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“You’re the greatest person I’ve ever met Bils. I mean it, don’t stop doing something you love because of a piece of metal.” You take her hands into yours pressing a kiss on her ring clad knuckles. “Thank you baby..I love you so much” she says softly as she scoots back into bed. You follow her. “I love you more Billie.” You say pressing a small kiss against her lips and laying back down next to her.