#COMFORT

[artbylittlebug]

[applebuttercringe]

How I hop onto Ao3 after every act of Arcane. Save me fix it fics!

[zimswife]

Stfu I'm gonna get my possessed milk wether u like it or not! 🥛

[artbylittlebug]

[kinzhae]

Just Want To Talk PT. 2

Part 2 of this story: Part 1

Gojo Satoru

Gojo stood frozen in the middle of the room, his words echoing in his mind. The second the door slammed shut, regret hit him like a tidal wave. He sank onto the couch, running a trembling hand through his hair. He hadn’t meant any of it—not a single word.

He waited an hour. Then two. But you didn’t come back.

Panic set in as he grabbed his phone and dialed your number. It rang and rang, but you didn’t pick up. He called again, and again, his desperation growing with each unanswered call.

Finally, he grabbed his coat and headed out, searching the city for you. When he found you sitting on a park bench, your face buried in your hands, relief washed over him. But when you looked up at him, your tear-streaked face broke his heart all over again.

“Go away, Satoru,” you said, your voice hoarse. “I don’t want to hear any more of your excuses.”

He dropped to his knees in front of you, his usual arrogance nowhere to be seen. “I messed up,” he said, his voice trembling. “I didn’t mean it, Y/N. Any of it. I was frustrated, and I took it out on you, and it was wrong. You’re not a burden. You’re the only thing keeping me sane.”

You stared at him, the pain in your chest battling with the sincerity in his voice. “You made me feel worthless, Satoru. Like I didn’t matter to you at all.”

His hands reached for yours, shaking as he held them. “You matter more to me than anything. I just… I don’t know how to do this. To let someone in like this. I’m scared of losing you, and I messed up trying to protect myself.”

Your heart softened slightly at his words, but the pain was still there. “You can’t just push me away every time you’re scared.”

“I know,” he said, his voice breaking. “And I’ll spend every day proving to you that you matter to me. Please, Y/N, give me one more chance.”

You hesitated, but when he pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly, you let yourself lean into him, the warmth of his embrace finally melting the wall around your heart.

Geto Suguru

Hours passed before Suguru found you, sitting alone on the steps of the temple where you’d spent so many happy moments together. When he approached, you didn’t look up.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” you said softly.

“I almost didn’t,” he admitted, sitting beside you. “But then I realized how much of an idiot I’ve been.”

You turned to him, your tear-streaked face filled with pain. “You called me weak, Suguru. How am I supposed to forgive that?”

“I don’t expect you to,” he said, his voice trembling. “But I need you to know that I didn’t mean it. I’m scared, Y/N. I’m scared of what I’ve become, and I pushed you away because I thought it’d be easier than letting you see me like this.”

“You hurt me,” you said, your voice breaking.

“And I’ll spend the rest of my life making it up to you,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “You’re the only light I have left, Y/N. Please don’t let me lose you.”

You hesitated, but as he reached for your hand, his grip gentle and desperate, you allowed yourself to believe him, leaning into his embrace as he held you tightly.

Nanami Kento

Nanami worked late into the night, the weight of his words gnawing at the back of his mind. He told himself he’d said what needed to be said, but as the hours passed, guilt began to creep in. When he finally went to bed, he found your side of the bed empty.

Panic set in as he searched the apartment, only to find you curled up on the couch, your face streaked with dried tears.

He crouched beside you, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Y/N,” he said softly, his voice filled with regret.

You stirred, your eyes fluttering open to meet his. “What are you doing here?” you asked, your voice still hoarse from crying. The exhaustion in your tone cut through him like a knife.

“I should be asking you that,” Nanami replied, his voice uncharacteristically soft. He sat beside you on the couch, looking at you with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. “I shouldn’t have said what I said earlier. I’ve been so caught up in everything that I didn’t even stop to think about how you were feeling.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the weight of his words lingering in the air between you. “You told me I was overthinking, that I was being insecure. But Kento… it’s not insecurity. I just want to feel like I matter to you. I’m not asking for you to drop everything for me, but… I need to know I’m important too.”

Nanami let out a shaky breath, his fingers gently brushing your arm. “You are important to me. I’m just… bad at expressing it. I’ve always been this way, focused on work, trying to make sure everything is in order. But I realize now that I’ve been neglecting the one thing that matters most.”

You shifted slightly, meeting his gaze. “What’s that?”

“You,” he whispered. “I’ve been so focused on my responsibilities that I’ve been blind to what you need from me. I’m sorry, Y/N. I was wrong, and I want to make it right. I don’t want to lose you over my own shortcomings.”

Your heart softened at his admission, but the hurt was still there, lingering. “I need time, Kento. You can’t just brush this off. You need to show me, not just tell me.”

He nodded, the sincerity in his eyes unmistakable. “I will. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove to you that I don’t take you for granted.”

He pulled you into his arms, gently resting his chin on top of your head. “I know I’ve been distant. But I promise, I’ll try harder. I won’t let you feel this way again.”

The warmth of his embrace was comforting, but the scar from his words still burned deep inside you. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to trust that things could change.

For now, you let yourself rest in his arms, knowing that he was willing to try. But in the back of your mind, you knew that actions spoke louder than words.

Choso

Choso stood there, his eyes filled with an emotional turmoil that he struggled to control. His hands clenched into fists at his sides. “You don’t know what I’ve done. What I’ve become.”

“Then tell me,” you said gently, taking a step toward him. “Don’t shut me out. Let me in, Choso. I’m not going anywhere.”

The raw vulnerability in your voice cracked the wall he had so carefully built around himself. His breath hitched as he looked at you, the weight of his inner battle tearing him apart.

“I don’t deserve you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “I don’t deserve anyone. Not after everything I’ve done.”

You shook your head, reaching for his hand. “Choso, I don’t care about what you think you deserve. I care about you. I love you, and I’m not going to walk away because you think you’re too broken.”

He looked down at your hand in his, his throat tight with emotion. Slowly, he pulled you into an embrace, burying his face in your shoulder as he finally let his tears fall.

“I’m sorry,” he choked out, his voice thick with regret. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to push you away. I’m just so scared of dragging you down with me.”

You held him tightly, running your fingers through his hair. “I’m here, Choso. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.”

In that moment, as he clung to you, you knew that while the pain wasn’t gone, there was hope for healing. You would both find your way back to each other. Slowly, but surely.

Ryomen Sukuna

Sukuna didn’t follow you immediately. He stayed on his throne, his expression unchanging, but the empty room suddenly felt heavier than usual. He told himself it didn’t matter, that you’d come back like you always did. But as the hours dragged on and the sound of your footsteps never returned, something began to stir inside him—a feeling he hadn’t allowed himself to name.

By the time he went looking for you, the sun had long since set. He found you in the palace garden, sitting on a cold stone bench with your knees pulled to your chest. Your cloak was wrapped tightly around you, but it wasn’t enough to hide the way your body trembled, either from the cold or from the weight of your grief.

For a long moment, he just stood there, watching you. You didn’t look up. Maybe you knew he was there, or maybe you were too lost in your thoughts to notice.

Finally, he broke the silence. “Still sulking, I see.”

Your head shot up, your tear-streaked face glaring at him with a mixture of anger and heartbreak. “Go away, Sukuna.”

He ignored your words, stepping closer until he was standing directly in front of you. “You’ve been out here for hours. Are you trying to freeze to death?”

You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. “Why do you care? I’m just a ‘distraction,’ remember?”

His jaw clenched, the faintest flicker of regret crossing his face. “I… misspoke.”

“Misspoke?” you repeated, standing up abruptly. Your voice cracked as the tears came rushing back. “You told me I was nothing, Sukuna! That I was weak and pathetic! How do you misspeak that?”

He flinched at the raw pain in your voice, his usual arrogance faltering. “I said those things because I’m a fool,” he admitted, his voice quieter than you had ever heard it. “Because I don’t know how to handle this—how to handle you. You make me feel things I don’t understand, and it terrifies me.”

You stared at him, your anger mingling with confusion. “And you thought hurting me was the answer?”

“I thought it would push you away,” he admitted, his voice filled with rare vulnerability. “That it would be easier if you hated me. But instead, all I’ve done is hurt the one person who matters most to me.”

Your breath hitched at his words, the raw sincerity in his tone breaking through the walls you had built around your heart. “You broke me, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I don’t know if I can forgive you.”

He stepped closer, his crimson eyes locking onto yours. “I don’t deserve your forgiveness,” he said, his voice trembling slightly. “But I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to earn it. I can’t lose you, Y/N. You’re the only thing keeping me from becoming the monster everyone says I am.”

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Slowly, hesitantly, you let him pull you into his arms, his hold tight and protective. For the first time in weeks, you felt like you weren’t alone.

[alastor-simp]

Want A Four Armed Hug? - Angel Dust x Depressed Fem Reader

❥Summary: Angel finds you in a bit of a slump, so he offers his services....kinda

❥Tags: Angel Dust x Female Reader, Depression, Hugs, Fluff, Hugs and Cuddles, Adorable, Spider Hug, Angel Dust Is A Softie, Depressed Reader

❥Warning: Some curse words. Not For Minors

❥Notes: Time for some healing hugs from the sexy spider himself. Enjoy😊

❥Credit Divider to @enchanthings

"Ughhh..what a tiring ass day." Angel groaned out, as his tall form walked through the hotel doors. His entire body was aching from another one of Val's crazy sexual video recordings. Nothing he couldn't handle, but even Angel had his limits. Rubbing his face, his pink pupils observed around the room, spotting Husky at the bar and the crazed little one, Niffty, stabbing the ground with her needle, as a cockroach was scurrying around. Sporting a seductive smirk, Angel strutted towards the bar, flopping dramatically on it, "Ohhhh~ Whiskers`~ Mind making little old me a drink?" Wiggling his eyebrows, he gave the cat a wink, earning a groan from grumpy cat.

"Was all that necessary," Husk questioned, while pushing Angel off of the bar, so he could make the drink. Angel laughed, motioning his body to land perfectly on one of the bar stools, rubbing his neck while eyeing the cat. "Haha, sorry Kitty. Couldn't resist." The seductive look had disappeared, replaced with a genuine smile, which seemed to disgrumble Husk a bit. Shaking his head with a laugh, Husk maneuvered his hands to prep Angel's favorite drink, his tail moving to grab one of the bottles behind him. Angel watched for a bit, before he leaned his head back, peeking to see the others in the lobby. Eyes spotted Char, Vagina, and Smiles, but no you? Where in the hell's were you.

"Here kid. A sex on the beach, just how ya like it." Husk said, pushing the glass closer to the spider. Throwing his head back at the cat, Angel gave a small thanks, grabbing the alcoholic beverage to his lips, sipping it down. "Hey, Whiskers? Have ya seen Y/N? Normally they be with Charlie since they new to hell and all that" Angel asked, watching as Husk grabbed a rag, wiping down the bar. Husk shrugged, as he too, didn't know where you were. "No clue, kid. Ain't seen them much since this afternoon." Husk said, eyes looking up at Angel for a second, before looking back down to continue cleaning. Well, it wasn't the answer the spider was looking for, but he appreciated it at least. Grabbing the drink, Angel chugged it down, before he motioned his tall form off of the stool, shooting Husk a quick thanks, before walking off.

Walking down the hotel hallways, Angel decided to look for you himself. The relationship the both of you had was...well it was odd in a sense. The classic "opposites attract" situation, as Angel had a very provocative flirtatious personality, counteracting with your more reserved shy character, yet somehow, the two of you went together, strangely. He had nothing against the others, yet sometimes Charlie's positivity was too overwhelming and Niffty's psychotic tendencies were nerve wracking, so whenever he needed time to just wind down from the day and relax without any problems, he'd go to you. Reaching his destination, your hotel room, his knuckles tapped on the door, waiting to hear your response from the other side. "Toots? You in there?" Angel raised his voice a bit, hoping you could hear him from the other side. Only response that was granted to Angel was silence, as the door in front of him remained closed.

Grasping the handle, the door opened with a creak, allowing Angel to enter. "Toots, you in her—" His words were cut off as he observed the state of you and your room. Shrouded in darkness, the only source of light was coming from the light in the hallway, illuminating it just enough for Angel to see the state you were in. Clothes were thrown across the floor, along with shards of broken glass from the smashed vanity table that was lying on the ground. Upon looking closer, Angel was able to spot you on the bed, wrapped in the duvet, cocooning yourself from the outside. Angel was able to pick up on the sounds of your crying, as he slowly walked closer to your bed, careful not to step on the shards littered everywhere. His eyes look on you with sadness, as he nestled himself onto the bed, not uttering a word, just letting his presence be know to you.

The only part of your body that was visible was your head, as it was poking out of the duvet, while the rest of your face remained hidden from him. Angel lifted his hand up with hesitation, hovering it slowly over your head before it placed itself softly onto it, rubbing your hair in a comforting motion. The gesture was enough for your face to slowly arise from the cocoon you laid in, showing the tears that littered your cheeks along with your puffy red eyes. "Are you okay?" Angel asked, his heart aching at your sorrowful appearance. Your head shook no, as you sniffled, more tears forming from your eyes. "Is there someone's whose dick that needs to be blown up, cause I can text Cherri right now," Angel lifted his phone up, ready to shoot his bestie a text to go rough up the bastard that possibly made you upset.

"No Angel. No one did this to me." You finally spoke, hand coming out of the duvet to wipe at your tears. "I.....Everything just feels like too much. I'm usually okay with holding in all of these emotions, but today just felt like my breaking point. It's like my mind finally caught up with the fact that I'm dead, and it just erupted. I won't ever see my family or friends again and even when they do die, they will go up to heaven, while I'm down here." Angel continued to listen, his hand still rubbing your head. Once you were done with your little rant, the tears started to come out even more, as you sobbed even louder, face hiding back inside the cover.

Angel knew, he knew this feeling you were having, the sudden feeling of dread and pain when he first arrived in hell, having overdosed into a coma, and waking up here, realizing that he was dead, being utterly alone. Those feelings were drowned out with drugs, booze and sex, to numb them away, yet they remained clinging onto him, hooked into his skin, reminding him that they were still there. His pink eyes continued to watch you softly, before he inched closer, four of his arms stretching out towards you. "Want a four-armed hug?" Angel asked, giving you a saccharine smile. Wet eyes gazed up at him softly, before you threw yourself into him, face hitting his fluffy chest, as he enveloped you with his many arms.

His hands squeezed you tightly, mustering as much comfort as he could to try to ease your emotions. He could feel the tears soaking his top, but he didn't care. The fluffiness of his floof was welcoming, the scent of bubble-gum mixed with booze surrounded you, creating a calming effect as the tears began to ease up. "It gets better, Y/N," he says, his chin nuzzling the crown of your head. "What does?" You responded, peeking out from his chest a bit. "These feelings, they get better over time. You're not alone ya know? Ya got me, Char, Vags, Niff, Whiskers, Smiles, Pen, Cherri, Lucifer, and even Fat Nuggets. We are here for ya. He whispers in your ear, pulling you in closer.

The kindness in his voice was gonna make you cry again, as you tightened your hands against his back, never wanting to let him go. An unknown sound came from Angel Dust, making you ponder what it was until the sensation of more arms attached to your back. Ahh right, you forgot Angel had two extra hands that were hidden within him. The hug last for a couple more minutes, until the six hands that were holding you, slowly unraveled, yet remain holding onto your shoulders this time. Two soft white hands planted on your cheeks, allowing your head to slowly lift up, where pink eyes gazed down at you. His fingers traced the tears away, while his lips dropped kisses on the temple of your head.

Once Angel was finished, he pulled back, wearing a soft smile. "Wanna head to my room? We can play with Fat Nuggets and just laze about, watching funny videos on my phone." Yeah you liked the sound of that. Nodding your head was a clear answer to Angel, standing back up, hands still wrapped around , allowing you to be bridal carried. Flushing from the situation, your head went back into his fluff, as he continued to carry you. Angel made it quick to text Charlie, letting her know to send Niffty up to fix your room, since he knew how fast she was at cleaning. "Thank you, Angel." You said, frown soon being replaced by a small smile. Angel chuckled, caressing his chin against your head again. "Anytime toots."

-END-

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[zimswife]

Silly kitty 😸

[randomreasonstolive]

Reason to Live #11595

   Soft sweaters in the winter.  – Guest Submission

(Please don't add negative comments to these posts.)

[aventurineswife]

Hello again! I was wondering if you could make a violinist reader, something similar to my previous request.

Being the reader who personally plays for the character and dedicates a song to him, with the characters Aventurine, Sampo, Jing Yuan and Childe. Take your time!

-🩵

Strings of the Soul

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Sampo x Reader, Jing Yuan x Reader, Childe x Reader, Fluff, Romance, Violinist!Reader, Light Angst, Soft Moments, Artistic Expression(?), Comfort.

Warnings: Light mentions of Childe's battles and sacrifices, subtle melancholic undertones in some pieces, and slight flirtation, Mimi is alive 🫶🤭.

The grand casino hall was alive with the clatter of roulette wheels and the soft hum of conversation. Aventurine leaned casually against the bar, his eyes scanning the crowd with a playful glint. He was in his element, a world of wagers and whims, where every interaction was a calculated gamble.

But tonight, something—or rather, someone—had piqued his curiosity. On the raised stage, you tuned your violin with an air of quiet confidence. The gold accents of your outfit glimmered under the lights, a reflection of the daring spirit Aventurine admired.

When the first note rang out, sharp and precise, the room stilled. Your melody was a daring dance of highs and lows, a musical representation of Aventurine’s own life—a world of risks and rewards. Each crescendo mirrored the adrenaline of a well-played gamble, while the softer, melancholic tones spoke of the unseen cost of his high-stakes world.

By the time the last note faded, Aventurine was clapping louder than anyone else, his sly smile softened by genuine admiration.

Later, when you approached him, he raised an eyebrow.

“A song for me?” he teased, twirling the peacock feather earring he wore.

“For you,” you confirmed, “a gambler’s serenade.”

“Well, darling,” he said, offering his gloved hand, “you’ve just made the best bet of the night.”

The flickering lanterns of the bazaar cast warm shadows over the bustling stalls. Amid the chaos, Sampo lounged on a pile of crates, one leg crossed lazily over the other. His eyes sparkled with mischief as he observed you setting up your violin in the center of the square.

When you began to play, the usual clamor of the market faded into silence. Your music was light and playful, a lilting tune that mimicked Sampo’s carefree persona. Quick, sharp notes captured the essence of his silver tongue and slippery nature, while the sudden shifts in tempo mirrored his unpredictable schemes.

The crowd clapped along, enchanted by the melody, but Sampo’s gaze was fixed solely on you.

When the performance ended, he weaved through the crowd with his characteristic swagger, clapping his mismatched gloves in mock reverence.

“Well, well,” he drawled, “if it isn’t my new favorite musician. That piece had me written all over it.”

“It was inspired by you,” you admitted, tucking your violin back into its case.

He smirked, leaning in conspiratorially. “Careful, my friend. Flattery might just make me stick around longer than you’d like.”

The serene garden of the Xianzhou Luofu was bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Jing Yuan sat beneath a blossoming tree, Mimi, his lion companion, dozing peacefully at his side. His eyes, heavy with centuries of wisdom, flickered toward you as you approached with your violin.

You bowed slightly before taking your place a short distance away. The first notes of your song floated through the air, a gentle, meditative melody that seemed to echo Jing Yuan’s introspective nature. The composition was intricate yet understated, weaving a story of quiet strength and enduring patience.

As the music swelled, a hint of melancholy crept into the melody, a reflection of the memories Jing Yuan carried—the comrades he had lost, the battles fought, and the passage of time. Yet the piece ended on a hopeful note, a reminder of the peace he had worked tirelessly to maintain.

When you finished, Jing Yuan’s usual calm expression softened into a rare smile. “That was beautifully played,” he said, his deep voice tinged with gratitude.

“It was composed for you.” you replied, bowing again.

“A lullaby for a dozing general,” he mused, reclining further against the tree. “You have my thanks. Perhaps you’ll play again sometime?”

The icy wind of Snezhnaya whipped through the open training ground, where Childe stood, his Hydro blades dissipating as he concluded his sparring session. Sweat glistened on his brow, but he greeted you with a wide grin as you approached with your violin case in hand.

“You’re braving the cold to play for me?” he asked, his tone half-teasing but warm.

“Someone needs to balance all that fighting with a little culture,” you replied, setting up your instrument.

The music you played was fierce and dynamic, mirroring the intensity of Childe’s battles. Rapid, fiery strokes of the bow captured the thrill of combat, while the deeper, more mournful tones hinted at the sacrifices he made for his family.

Childe stood motionless, his eyes fixed on you as the music stirred something deep within him.

By the time you reached the climax, a triumphant crescendo that spoke of resilience and hope, a rare stillness had settled over the Harbinger.

“That…” he began, his voice uncharacteristically soft, “that was incredible.”

“It’s a song for a warrior,” you said, meeting his gaze.

“For me, huh?” He grinned, his usual cocky demeanor returning. “You’ve got a knack for this. Next time, though, maybe play it during one of my fights? I think it’d make a great soundtrack.”

[zimswife]

Tbh that would probably inspire me to skateboard better lol 🛹🐈‍⬛🐾

Sk8er cat

[jacqueline-01]

You're Safe With Me

A.H x Y.N

healing from toxic family, comfort, fluff

The boutique lights sparkled softly against the polished floors as you stood in front of a row of delicate necklaces. They gleamed like tiny constellations, arranged neatly on black velvet. Your fingers hovered over one—a simple gold chain with a small, crescent moon pendant. It wasn’t flashy, but something about it called to you.

You hesitated, heart pounding as your mind raced back to the echoes of your childhood.

“You don’t need that,” your mother’s sharp voice rang in your ears, cutting through the calm of the present. “Why are you even looking at things like that? Do you think we’re made of money? Do you think you deserve it?”

You could still feel the burn of embarrassment you’d felt as a child, standing in stores like this, admiring something small and simple, only to be scolded for it. Even when you’d had money of your own—birthday gifts, babysitting money—it had felt impossible to spend. Every purchase had come with scrutiny, criticism, or worse, guilt.

“You’re being selfish,” your father had once said when you’d asked for a new pair of sneakers, your old ones too worn to wear without socks showing through. “You already have shoes. Why are you wasting money on another pair?”

Aaron’s voice broke through the storm of memories, his presence grounding you. “Do you like it?” he asked, his tone gentle and encouraging.

You blinked, realizing your hand was still frozen in mid-air. “Oh, um… it’s nice,” you murmured, but the conflict inside you was already bubbling over.

He stepped closer, his steady warmth chasing the cold from your chest. “If you like it, let’s get it,” he said simply, as if it were the easiest thing in the world.

You shook your head, swallowing hard. “It’s too much,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Aaron frowned, his gaze softening as he studied you. “It’s not too much,” he said firmly. “Y/N, you don’t have to convince yourself you don’t deserve nice things. You do.”

The tears surprised you, stinging your eyes before you could stop them. “It’s just… it’s hard,” you admitted, your voice trembling. “Growing up, I wasn’t allowed to—well, I wasn’t allowed to buy anything unless it was ‘necessary.’ Even then, it was like I had to justify everything. I’d saved money for years, but it didn’t matter. It was never really mine.”

Aaron’s jaw tightened, his protective instinct kicking in as he reached for your hand. “I hate that you went through that,” he said softly. “It wasn’t fair. You were a kid—you should’ve been able to enjoy things without feeling guilty or controlled.”

His words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, soothing the ache of memories long buried but never forgotten.

“When I was younger,” you continued, your voice quieter now, “I remember seeing a bracelet I loved at a little shop in town. I’d saved up enough from babysitting to buy it, but my mom…” You trailed off, biting your lip as the memory surfaced. “She told me I was wasting my money. That it was stupid to spend money on something so ‘useless.’ I ended up putting it back.”

Aaron’s hand tightened around yours. “I’m sorry,” he said simply, his voice steady but laced with emotion. “No one should have taken that from you.”

You took a shaky breath, trying to push back the tears. “It’s just a necklace,” you said, almost to yourself, as if you were trying to convince the little girl inside you.

Aaron turned you gently to face him, his eyes meeting yours. “It’s not just a necklace,” he said. “It’s a step. It’s a way of saying, ‘I can have nice things because I want them, and I deserve them.’ And I’ll be right here, helping you take those steps, no matter how long it takes.”

With his encouragement, you finally let yourself pick up the necklace. It felt weightless in your hands, yet the act of holding it carried so much significance. When Aaron handed it to the cashier, you didn’t protest. And when he fastened it around your neck in the car, his fingers brushing your skin, you felt something shift inside you—a small crack in the wall of guilt and control that had defined so much of your life.

As the two of you drove home, your fingers absentmindedly played with the pendant, a small smile tugging at your lips.

Aaron glanced over at you, his eyes soft and full of love. “What’s on your mind?”

You hesitated before answering, your voice quiet but steady. “I was just thinking… that little girl I used to be? I think she’d be happy. She’d see this and know it’s possible to feel free someday.”

Aaron reached for your hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “She’d be proud of you,” he said. “And I am too.”

For the first time in years, you felt that maybe, just maybe, you were finally stepping into a life that was truly yours.

[autonomyofadeer]

your ambessa x sevika x reader was SO good i wish it had a bit of comfort from sevika at the end tho😭 but fr u write amazingly i loved it <33

heyyy my bad lol! i wrote that at 4 am after a long day of work.. to make it up for you, here you go!☺️

! sevika x reader fluff !

summary -;- after a one night stand with a woman you met at the last drop last night, you wake up in the morning in her bed. what more could happen?

tags -;- fluff, kissing, domestic stuff really

it was a long, long night. you had met her at the last drop. it was your first time fully enveloping yourself in zauns pleasurable businesses. the streets were littered with children, older men and women, spokespeople, clerics, etc.

you make your way into the bar, a bit nervous from the bustle and quick tempo of the atmosphere. you wander your way up to the bar to the barkeep. i glance up at the menu then back at the bartender.

"first time here 'ey?" a tall and built man asked you. a small whisper of a yes comes out of your mouth.

"no need to be afraid 'ere. names vander, i own this place. whatdya want?" he asks you, a smile never leaving his face.

you order a drink and you take a seat on the edge of the bar, protecting your drink as you people watch.

a little girl with blue hair runs by with a older girl with pink hair closelt behind. people of all sorts, animal people, zaunites, fighters, sellers, the lonely. you name it, they were here. until a certain someone caught your eye.

she was beautiful. grey eyes that shone in the light, a perfect bob with a mini bun in the back. you watched her closely as she shuffled her poker cards. she flicked her gaze up at you and you quickly focused back in on your drink.

'fuck. please don't notice me.' you think to yourself as a faint hue of pink rise on your cheeks in embarassment.

the night passes on, you stole a few more glances from her every now and then.

you decided to get back home before you get too intoxicated. you sit up and briskly walk to the bathroom, turning the corner to fix your makeup in the mirror. the door opens behind you so you shuffle out of the way for whomever to get by. until you heard the strangers voice.

"saw you starin'" she husks out, catching your gaze in the mirror as your blush comes back. you trip over your words for a second before your form a coherant sentence.

"i-im really sorry i am. im new here and i was just looking around- i wasnt staring at-" you turn around and suddenly realize just how close she is. "you.." you whisper out.

"names sevika. what about yours doll?" she whispers to you as she pushes you against the wall.

...

beep. beep. beep.

you shift around in your bed into you roll over to turn the alarm off, except you're stuck in something. you move to push whatever off of you into you realize it was an arm.

a small yelp escapes your lips until you look up, realizing who it was. your cheeks tint pink. sevika raises her arms to rub her eyes as she groggily looks up at you. "hey dollface.." she mumbles to you.

you look at her with confusion, no recognition at all. you nervously chuckle.

"shit- you mustve been real drunk." she laughs awkwardly as she sits up, pulling you into her lap almost. "s'okay. we kinda fucked then went to bed. y'know?" she states to you, as if that was normal.

she could tell from your expression that that was not your usual end to a night. a small laugh escapes her mouth as she leaves a few kisses on your forehead as an apology. "look, i gotta do some errands today for some people. so c'mon." she tells you as she gets out of bed, the shests slipping down and revealing she's still bare-naked.

a gasp escapes your mouth as you close your eyes shut tight. sevika laughs and walks over to you, moving your hands as she put a oversized shirt on. she hikes you up with ease, you laugh softly as you wrap your arms around her neck. her laege hands gripping your thighs around her hips as she waltzes into the kitchen.

she grabs some cereal from the cabinet, along with milk, a spoon and a bowl. she nudges then towards you as you sit down at her bartop. you smile at her as a gesture of appreciation.

"sorry for... yknow.. last night" you tell her as you fill your mouth with cereal.

"you're fine dollface. it was one of the better fucks ive had in a while. might just keep you around" she mumbles to you as she wraps her lips around the base of your neck, shivers running down your spine as she wraps her arms aroujd your waist and pulls you in closer.

this was gonna be a good day.

[myosotissoul]

Posting some comfort art.

[pinestripe37]

Thank you sweet friend. 💙😭 I wanna sit with you in person and dry off and warm up.

I just need to lean on Jesus, to let Him dry me of pain and worry and confusion and restore me with His Spirit. His Love warms us. We're allowed and welcomed to rest in Him. He will wipe each tear.

You don't have to force yourself to bounce back so quickly. I read something recently that said "when you come in from a rainstorm, you don't expect yourself to be dry and warm right away", and it really resonated with me. It's okay to take time to dry off and warm up. Take the time you need to process what happened to you.

[kappywilliams]

Btw I found these drawings while looking through my folder.

I mean the gays are back?🙏

He's just a misunderstood baby :(

But then he is a DIVA💅💥