#hey. hey. hey. cmere. my bed is so warm you wanna get in it so bad. ignore how I'm making you my plushie dw about it

[thebleedingeffect]

I miss you…..

Oh mysterious anon... whoever this could be... I have not the slightest idea- but I miss you a lot as well.. why aren't you coming ovveeerrrrr I'll even clean the place up and we can go to this really nice ramen restaurant that just opened :( I've been wanting to go, so a date would be a fantastic excuse. If only I knew who this mysterious anon was, oh well ..

[mitsuristoleme]

Ayo it's me !

SO uhhh

Damn that's my first time requesting something and I'm actually nervous, so it's about that nightmare thing I talked about, so maybe I thought you could write something (like anything it can be very short), IF you can write for Choso (if you don't i get it) comforting reader after a very realistic nightmare and reader is still scared after waking up because it was basically taking place in that same room and still feels like they're in the nightmare (I don't know if it's clear, but basically waking up still scared and having trouble calming down and feeling reassured because what if it's real)

Rereading this I'm realizing it's confusing, but hopefully with that post you answered to you understand a bit ;; and if you don't write for Choso maybe you can do it with any other (adult) JJK character, I'd be fine with it!

hihi! sorry this took so long D:

i really hope i managed to write what you described

this is my first time writing choso (and anything nightmare related in general) so forgive me if he’s ooc😭😭 and im also sorry this is a bit short, ive been pretty swamped with finals

cw: nothing particularly??? reader has a nightmare, no pronouns used, not proofread

you shot up in bed scrambling for your glasses, your blanket pooling around your knees as cursed energy rushed to your raised fists, ready to fight.

“sweetheart?” came a rumbling voice from next to you, making you flinch.

“hey, hey, its just me. just choso. whats wrong honey?” your boyfriend’s words were followed by a warm hand gently tugging you back into a sleeping position.

he pulled your face into his chest, careful to not smoosh your glasses, a soothing hand running across your back.

“nightmare?”

you nodded, letting yourself fall limp in his hold, trusting choso enough to take care of any threat.

“you wanna talk about it baby?” he asked, as he leant back to look at you in the dim lighting provided by the barely cracked open door of the bathroom.

“not really.”

he hummed, gently taking your glasses off to rest them on the dresser on his side of the bed, switching on the lamp while he was at it.

“the light make you feel safer?”

“yeah”

you could tell he wanted to say something else, but you really didnt want to talk about the horror plaguing your dreams.

your bedroom was supposed to be your sanctuary and the stupid nightmare had ruined every ounce of safety you felt in your bed.

you tugged your boyfriend closer, hand reaching up to tangle in his hair, that he’d started letting down from his ponytails while slept.

he draped his arms around your waist protectively, something he did often, especially in public (you’d come to learn that he was incredibly protective of people he held close to his heart)

“i gotchu,” he mumbled into your hair.

you sighed shakily against the crook of his neck, a few tears escaping your eyes as the adrenaline wore off.

before you could register the loss of his warm hands from your waist, his thumb was gently wiping away the tears from your face and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

he held your face, thumbs catching the wetness as it fell, kissing you gently, and staying there until you stopped crying.

“cmere,” he said, rolling you over his chest to his side of the bed, further away from the door, “no facing the door tonight, ‘kay? we’ll keep the lamp on so its less scary for you, yeah sweetheart? and if you still cant fall asleep, ill stay up with you.”

you began to protest, but he cut you off.

“aht, aht. i dont need to sleep, and even if i did you’re more important. so shush and cuddle me.”

you smiled softly at him, making your way into his waiting arms.

“thank you choso.”

“anytime, love.”

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[cgminnie]

My baby! There you are!

I finally found you, by following the trail of toys on the floor... What's up with that sweetie? You have all of your stuffies out too! Oh no darling, what's wrong? Why the tears? Shh.. thats alright sweetie, cmere, come sit on Mama's lap okay? I'm just going to lift you up, can I touch you? Okay, Thank you for saying yes darling. Shh... I'm just petting your back now. Shh, Everything will be okay sweetie. You wanna tell me what's got the water works going on?

You can't slip properly? Do you feel a little stuck baby? Hey, hey... it's okay darling, you aren't broken I can guarentee that! You just need a little more help hm? Just one more push so you can be my little baby? Okay baby, let me go get your bottle and change you into some comfier clothes yeah? Alright, lets go! Uppies!

Okay, I'm going to quickly put you on the bed and you can choose from wearing your favourite onesie or one of Mama's big comfy sweaters okay? I'll pop to the kitchen to make you some yummy and warm angel milk in your favourite bottle. I won't be long okay?

I'm back my little darling! Oh! You've chosen this hm? What a good choice baby, it definately will help you slip today! You're such a good baby. My baby! I've got your bottle too! Okay, arms up baby, let me put this on you. There you are. I'm going to squish your little cheeks!

Come under Mama's arms, lay on my chest. There we are. You can judt relax now sweetie. This is what I'm here for, okay? I want to help you relax and be small baby. I want you to feel safe. I'm so proud of you for coming to me and telling me what was wrong. We have the whole day to have fun now, so take a little nap and I'll wake you up so we can do whatever you want! 💜

[pacifymebby]

Medicine / Bob

Legit just a comfort fic I wrote purely for myself because I just really wish someone would tuck me into bed and remind me to take my medicine.

You buried your face in your pillow swallowing down a sob, trying your best not to cry.

You'd gone to bed early that evening, Bob was out at rehearsals with the band and after a day which had dragged out far too long, you could see no reason to stay up any later.

Sure it was only half six in the evening and sure it was the middle of July so the sun hadn't set and you were simply lying in bed, face down, over heating and wishing the world would swallow you whole.

It was one of those days, one of those bad days that had you feeling over tired and over emotional and like you were falling apart.

You squeezed your eyes tight shut and tried to contain it, this inexplicable sorrow which washed over you and hurt you, your ribs and your chest aching. Depression is a physical feeling and some days the pain, the wear and tear of your emotions on your body, catches up with you. It all gets too much.

"Hey sweet pea," Bob made you jump but you didn't move. His hand on your back stroking you softly as he sat down beside you and leant back against the headboard, "what's wrong little one?" he asked you, he could feel the shudder of your crying, he didn't need to see your teary eyes to know you were hurting.

You shook your head and pushed yourself up, trying to be brave for him, knowing that this was the last thing he wanted to come home to after along day with Van, who could be a tyrant when it came to nailing the new songs.

"n..." you started, biting your lip as you looked back at him, sitting with your legs crossed opposite him, suddenly feeling small. Suddenly feeling like you didn't want to lie to him and tell him you were fine.

That was one of the things you loved most about him, how warm he was, how soft he was with you.

Looking at him filled you with a comfort like no other. And looking at him now all you wanted was to ask him for a cuddle, and curl up in his lap.

"Nothin I just..." you started, tears brimming your eyes as you looked back at him, you didn't need to finish your sentence for him to understand, and as you bit your trembling bottom lip he opened his arms for you, sympathy in his eyes as he spoke sweetly.

"Cmere little one," he said softly, holding you tight and secure as you crawled into his lap and nuzzled into his embrace, "s'okay sweet pea," he said softly kissing your forehead and then your temple, one hand stroking your hair down your head as he rocked you slowly. Soothing you as tears escaped your eyes once again.

"Sorry," you mumbled into his neck, "dunno what's wrong am just..."

"Ey shhh, s'alright lovely s'alright," he said kissing your cheek as he wound a strand of your hair around his fingers and held you close, "cry it out if you need to," he said softly rubbing your back, rocking you like a child as you gripped his shirt in your fist and closed your eyes.

Your tears didn't flow for long, you'd been crying all evening on and off and you didn't have it in you to cry much longer. Instead you simply curled into him, hiding your face in his shirt, sniffling and shaking, letting him sooth you.

Eventually your shivering stopped, you began to feel a little better a little calmer as he continued to rock you gently and mumble soothing things in your ear.

"Lie down sweet pea," he said softly, guiding you to lie with your head in his lap, looking up at him with wide watery eyes as his hand stroked your hair from your face and he looked down at you lovingly. His thumb stroked your forehead calming you, his eyes warm, his soft little smile warm too.

"Is it somethin you wanna talk about?" he asked after a moment, a little frown knitting his brow when you shook your head and shrugged looking away from him.

"I don't know... I don't know what's wrong I just feel..." you started trailing off, you didn't have the words for the feeling which was hurting you, you just felt horrible, desperately sad and tired, a little overwhelmed.

"Just one of them days?" asked Bob quietly, the shrug of his shoulders so reassuring, his calm quiet nature settling you a little. Reminding you that he understood you, he was there for you whenever, even if you couldn't tell him exactly what you needed. "s'alright little one, you'll feel better," he said, the way he didn't say when sort of soothing too, no pressure on you to feel better by a certain time. Just the steady reassurance that you would eventually.

That was another thing you loved about him, how well he knew you, because he really did know you inside out.

You just understood one another, emotionally and deeply. You could understand one another just by a look.

"Did you remember to take your meds this morning?" he asked then, knowing how often you forgot and how much it messed with your mood when you did. How you could go from having a perfectly ordinary day, to hitting a low so deep you felt like you were drowning.

"Oh," you said, beginning to push yourself up, realising you'd forgotten them again, "I don't know I don't think so," you sighed about to beat yourself up over it when Bob's hand found yours and tugged you back into his lap.

His arms wrapped around you, his lips pushed to your temple, lingering in a soft kiss as he communicated with you wordlessly again.

This was his way of telling you to calm down, to be kind to yourself. Not to get worked up over something easily fixed.

"Wait here yeah," he said kissing your forehead as he placed you down on the edge of the bed and stroked your hair before turning away, off on the hunt for your tablets.

You watched him go, hands either side of your legs holding the duvet in your fists, looking down at your feet swaying and skimming the floor.

You could hear Bob pottering around downstairs, the kettle was boiling and you could hear him tapping out a rhythm on the counter. He was singing to himself again in his funny little mumbling way and you couldn't help but smile listening to his song carrying through the house.

He didn't sing in front of you, only when he didn't think you were listening or he didn't realise you were there. Only when he was washing dishes in the evening with his earphones in or the stereo on.

But you liked his singing, it was soft and half hearted and every now and then he'd get a word wrong and smirk at himself, chuckle and say something self depricating and you found the whole thing adorable.

When he came back up the stairs he was still muttering his little song but as his footsteps approached the bedroom he trailed off to a whistle and when he appeared in the doorway with a tray in his hands, he was quiet, just smiling at you.

"Don't say I don't spoil you sweet pea," he teased setting the tray down on the bed before sitting back by your side, pulling you into his embrace as he stretched forward to pick your tablets up.

"Youve definitely only missed the one dose?" he asked but when he saw you bite your lip and hesitate he shook his head, "what am I gonna do with you ey little one," he smirked. "Hand," he said waiting for you to hold your hand out obediently before he popped a tablet into your palm. "Reyt drink up," he said handing you a glass of water smiling when you did as you were told and swallowed your tablet down.

"Thank you," you said quietly, smiling softly, feeling small in his embrace when he told you not to worry and kissed your nose.

"Just want you to feel alright," he said kissing you again, his affections so gentle and kind. He had always been caring, even before you'd been together but these days he was nurturing too and this extra layer of affection melted your heart.

"Love you," you said nestling into his side, taking the tea he'd made for you and sipping it slowly the two of you content to sit quietly in your cosy little nest on the bed until you'd finished your drink and slunk down the headboard until the two of you were lying down cuddled up to one another atop the covers.

He was dozing when you leant up to kiss his nose. He'd been waiting for you to fall asleep in his arms the way he always did when you were having a rough day, but tonight he'd been worn out and sleep had caught up to him before he would have liked.

"Love you," you whispered, not expecting a reply, thinking he was already fast asleep. Thinking he wouldn't stir at all. Speechless when he did.

When he sighed and nuzzled into you, his arm around you tugging you in closer to him as he mumbled in his sleep.

"Just want you to be alright," he murmured, "Cause a love you most n all the time..." he said his sentence trailing off, jumbled and a little confusing. The sentiment remaining the same. Leaving a little smile on your lips, your heart swollen as you nuzzled into him and whispered in his ear.

"Love you the most and all the time too," biting back a smile as you kissed his cheek and closed your eyes, feeling content to lie beside him and drift to sleep.

[green-g3ck0]

[[TW- death// schlatt// heavy angst]]

<<Characters: Tubbo, Tommy, Wilbur, Schlatt, Dream>>

The young man walked towards the broken down house. His mind raced with memories, a cold wave hitting him.

He kicked a few shambles, it breaking more and dust forming. He looked up and touched the rusty frame of the house, tracing the dents made from past wars.

He sighed and walked in, remembering what he came for. But he still had time to look around and remember more.

He hummed a small tune, not remembering the lyrics, but still stuck in his mind. He opened a large chest and rummaged through many items, much being cobble and dirt. When finding nothing, he closed the chest and moved on.

He opened empty furnaces, taking the left coal to use later, and any other items possibly left for storage.

He glanced at the E-chest and paused. He knew what he was looking for would be in there. He looked outside to the darkening sky and sighed.

He opened the chest and grabbed the disk, fiddling with it slightly. He closed the chest after keeping a few other items and walked out, looking for the familiar jukebox.

He sat down and plopped the disk in, feeling a familiar physical chill, but his mind and heart felt warmer.

As the song played, and the sun set, his mind drifted, and the familiar song made a smile appear on his face.

“Ya know Tubbo, Dream was trying to get this disc out of me- like- it hold some importance to him or something!” The blond commented.

The brunette laughed slightly and turned to the other. “Not to him! It’s important to us though, right Tommy?”

Said boy nodded. “It’s very important Tubbo- this- this land is important! We worked hard for this land and we will make sure we get our freedom! Even if it kills us!” He proudly exclaimed.

Tubbo sighed, growing a bit nervous. “W-Well- hopefully it doesn’t kill us- but yea! This is our land!” He joined the blond beside him, the two watching the sunset while the song played.

He sighed, kicking his feet a bit. The plan never stuck. While they kept their land, they lost it the next couple weeks after the election. He remembered how before the election, he told his friend about an escape tunnel and bunker just in case. Thank god.

“C’mere, cmere-“ he coaxed his friend. The blond followed and was led to an underground shelter. “I made this just in case something goes wrong. Hopefully nothing does, but just in case.”

He sighed heavily and nodded. “Thank you Tubbo. We might need this. Good planning by the way-“

Tubbo thanked the running Vice President and they made it back up to the surface, waiting for the election to be held.

And thank god he did that. His friends didn’t win, and unfortunately lost to a dictator. Every other day the two met in the paths connecting the country to the banished land.

He looked down at his feet, tracing the wood. He remembered the last time him and his friend spoke here.

“Tubbo- we could run away. We could run and forget it all. Forget Pogtopia, forget Manburg- we could live happily by ourselves and not be harmed.” Tommy told his British friend.

He responded first with a nod. “We could. We could take a few items- the discs, armor, tools, food- and run. Away from Schlatt, away from war..”

The boys looked at each other in regret. “Tubbo we can’t. We can’t leave just yet- it’s too dangerous.”

Tubbo agreed and sat up, dusting himself off, Tommy doing the same. They both agreed it was a bad plan and it needed to at least be thought of more before even considering.

And it was never considered again.

The last time the boys were on a team together was on their death beds. One more fortunate than the other.

Tubbo remembered being put in the box- this time not as funny. His president- the one he thought was warming up- put him in danger. He made him dress up and decorate his own funeral.

“Techno get up here!”

The two stared at each other, knowing what was about to happen. His friends whispered to him saying to trust the process, he’ll be fine.

He wasn’t fine. No one was. Blade won a 1v20, and few were happy.

“You killed Tubbo!” His friend yelled at the arsonist.

“I was peer pressured!” He argued.

Tubbo watched his friends argue, Tommy arguing heavily that what Techno did was wrong. Neither were right, nor wrong.

Tommy and Tubbo both knew that with Wilbur not following through with his plan, everyone’s days were numbered.

At least Tubbo made it out alive under someone’s shitty plans.

He felt a tear slip down his face as he remembered the last few moments with his friend.

The song was playing on the jukebox. But a certain someone wasn’t getting their way, and was pissed.

“So- this- this is your place? This shithole-“

“Leave Tommy and Tubbo alone!” Wilbur yelled at the former president.

The latter of the mentioned boys was behind the other. Tommy protected Tubbo with his life, which was being threatened by a crossbow to the head.

“You shitheads are the reason my country is the fucked up place it is! And someone will pay!” Schlatt yelled.

“Then shoot me!” “Then shoot him!” Wilbur yelled back as Tommy overlapped his voice, pointing at the other culprit.

The American chuckled sinisterly. “If I can have Manburg than no one can-“ he mocked Wilbur. “-oh bitch bitch bitch. No matter what- no one got Manburg. No matter what you did, my country suffered because of your dumbass. And because of that..” he slowly turned to face the young boys. “Someone. Someone will pay. “ he growled.

Tubbo tensed as he saw Tommy sigh shakily. “C-Can I at least get final words? Can you be that nice?”

Schlatt rolled his eyes. “Fine. Say your last words or forever hold your peace or something-“ he then coughed heavily and complained about the air.

Tommy then turned to Tubbo. “Tubbo listen- whether I make it alive or not- you have the discs. Find them, and remember me. Remember us. Remember what we did for L’Manburg. Remember our promises. Remember all those times I tried to stay by your side, even though we were on opposite teams. I’m sorry for anything I couldn’t accomplish. I wish I could’ve been a better older brother figure to you Tubbo. But through it all, be the man I wish I could’ve been. Even in spirit, I will still be by your side.”

Tommy smiled and hugged Tubbo tightly. The smaller Brit cried in his friends shoulder after his words.

A yawn was heard behind them. “Ya two done yet?!” Tommy sighed heavily and separated from the hug, ruffling Tubbos hair.

“Not yet.” Tommy then ran over and decked Wilbur, shouting many profanities that shocked all parties.

Once done, he walked back over to Tubbo and gave him one last hug before walking into an enclosed area. “Now. Now I’m ready.”

There was a click and a ping before suffering was heard. Schlatt sighed and looked at the other kid. “Go away now or you’re next.” Tense, he listened and ran towards the surface.

Tubbo could feel the hot tears down his face as he heard the song ending. He remembered all of it.

“I remember Tommy.. don’t you worry. I miss you...”

“Tubbo..?” A voice called.

He jumped and turned towards the sound, seeing the owner and calming down.

“O-oh hey dream! Uh- how are you? What’s up?” He quickly wiped his tears, trying- and failing- to seem okay.

“Tubbo.. I mean- I’m alright.. what’s up with you..? If you wanna talk about it- that is..” the man replied.

He couldn’t stop the tears this time. His body shook as he cried harder, remembering his counterpart.

Dream walked over and engulfed Tubbo in a hug, hushing him and trying to comfort him any way he can.

They eventually got to the point that sitting in the grass was a better option. The older one rubbed circles on the crying boys back, sitting quietly, knowing how rough Tommy’s passing was.

Nothing can change what Tubbo saw when he went back down to see the damage. Nothing can change the figure he saw. Nothing can change the fact that he clutched the cold body that was alive a week prior.

Nothing can change the fact that the bastard he used to call president was still walking around, knowing what he did and proud as hell.

Nothing can change the fact that Tubbo sat and cried- he hasn’t stopped crying- for the past months after the event.

Nothing has changed the nightmares when he slept. And nothing changed the fact that he was now ripped from his other half. His partner in crime. The only other person who he trusted more than anyone in the world.

Nothing changed the fact that since he left that broken down shamble, the ravine his friends called home, he has not stopped feeling a cold wave by his side.

The cold wave came when he slept, when he cried so many tears into his pillows. It was right there on his arm and back, on his cheek, bringing a sense of comfort.

The cold wave was there when he sat on the bench, remembering his friend and all the good and bad memories.

And even now, still holding his arm and on his head, every so often wiping his tears, or trying.

He sniffed. “D-Do you feel the cold too?” He asked the owner holding him.

“I do Tubbo. Maybe it’s Tommy. Ghosts and spirits tend to be a colder presence if near. So maybe he’s here to comfort you.” Dream smiled softly.

The boy trembled harder, taking his words into consideration- almost working. “I-It can’t be. N-Nothing can b-bring Tommy... bring Tommy back..”

//Hi I just wanted to write angst I’m sorry :)//

[sdra2-candyland-au]

Guest room perhaps?

Emma - I think I hear voices in the guest room, should we go check there?

Nikei - It's weird that anyone would be in there...

Nikei - With how close we are to dinner, if anyone was napping, they'd probably be woken up by now.

Nikei - And besides, why would there be voices if someone is napping?

Nikei - Yeah, let's go look in the guest room!

Hajime - Em, do you know which room the voices were coming from?

Emma - No...

Iroha - I'm sure we can find them!

Hajime - Yeah! We just need to listen.

~*~

Nikei - Irohas house is pretty big!

Nikei - If you ask me, it feels like a maze, and there's tons of guest rooms scattered around too...

Emma - Oh! Cmere!

Hajime - Did ya find it?

Emma - I think so?

Iroha - That is the guest room that's the least cluttered, it makes sense for it to be the one in use.

You join your cluster of friends, and try to peer over their shoulders as Emma knocks.

???1 - Who's there?

Iroha - Iroha and Hajime and Emma and Nikei!

???2 - Ah...

???3 - I don't mind them coming in.

???1 - ...

???4 - Might as well, considering it won't be long until dinner...

???2 - True, after dinner it's only a matter of time until... yknow.

???3 - My thoughts exactly.

???1 - That's fair... I suppose it's alright.

???4 - They'll listen if they're asked to leave, it'll be okay.

???2 - Come on in, kids.

/You push open the door, almost immediately thrown off by the sight. Ayame, Kinji, Akane and Kanata are all crowded around the bed, Akane with that vacant look she gets every so often. The other three seem a bit fixated on comforting her - she's visibly been crying.

Kinji - Good afternoon, did you all have fun today?

Hajime - Tata!

-(Two members of the Makunouchi family found: 2/4 - Hajime and Kinji)-

Akane - They did, though little Iroha strayed a bit too close to the woods for most people's comfort...

Nikei - Miss Akane? Were you there?

Kanata - Ah...

Kanata - You all look a bit pink, did anyone get sunburnt?

-(Three members of the Makunouchi family found: 3/4 - Hajime, Kinji and Kanata)-

Hajime - Nuh-uh! We all made sure to put on sunscreen.

Iroha - We've just been running around a lot!

Emma - Not all of us...

Iroha - Hey!

Ayame - Nontheless, you all should be sure to rest.

Emma - Mamannnnnn....

-(Two members of the Magorobi family found: 2/4 - Emma and Ayame)-

Ayame - It's good to be careful, Emma.

Emma - Bleh...

Akane - ...

Hajime - Miss Akane? Is everything alright?

Akane - ...

Kinji - ...Kids, Akane is going through a bit of a rough patch right about now.

Iroha - Looks like it...

You watch Emma give Iroha a small jab in the side with her elbow.

Nikei - Is Mister Yuki here? He usually seems to help.

Akane - ...

Kanata - Yuki... isn't here right now, which is why us three have come to help.

Ayame - The others wanted to assist, but we have it handled.

Hajime - Oh...

Hajime - Well I'm sure she'll feel better when Mister Yuki is back!

Emma - Yeah!

Iroha - Miss Akane, is there anyway we can help you?

Akane - ...

Akane - I believe your parents plan to speak with you four about that after dinner.

Akane - That's a very sweet offer though.

You watch Iroha grin at that, and try to ignore your concern at Mister Yuki not being there.

Ayame - Speaking of stories, did anything happen to you four today?

Iroha - ...

Nikei - Yeah, but we wanna talk about it during dinner.

Ayame - Oh? Is everything alright?

Nikei - Yeah!

Hajime - Better be...

Kanata - Speaking of things being okay, please tell me you all remembered to drink water.

Emma - ...

Hajime - Uh...

Iroha - We got some water at some point!

Iroha - I think...

Kanata - What am I to do with you?

Kanata - Be sure you all have some water, alright?

Kanata - Nikei, I'll trust that you'll look after the other three?

Nikei - Oh! Of course Miss Kanata!

Akane - ...

You don't quite know how it started, but all you know is that suddenly, it's a race between you and your friends to clamber onto the bed. The adults haven't even processed that you four were moving until well after everyone's settling down. You've all found a way to climb onto Akane, doing your best to comfort your parents strange friend.

Akane - ...

You feel a hand comb through your hair, hear the bed creak as the rest of the adults pile on, carefully avoiding anyone especially tiny. The group hug lasts for awhile, everyone just closing their eyes and relaxing. It's a mess of limbs, and 8 people squeezing onto one bed is especially warm on a hot summer day, but no one is excited to break the hug. Eventually though, the heat gets to you all, and everyone dis-entangles. Your feet hit the ground just in time to carry you away from all the others sliding down.

Kinji - I think we all needed that...

Akane - ...Thank you...

Kinji - Now kids, go do as Kanata asked and get some water.

Nikei - On it!

Hajime - Bye Mama! Bye Papa!

Emma - See ya Maman!

~*~

Nikei - Just so we're clear...

Nikei - I got some water when I came back the first time!

Nikei - But I still made sure all the others got something to drink.

Nikei - It's my job as leader!

Nikei - And as leader, I think it's time we decide where to go next, there's more people to see!

Nikei - People who are...

{Outside, in the backyard}

{Chatting in the living room}

~*~

/Note: ???1 is Kanata ???2 is Kinji, ???3 is Akane, and ???4 is Ayame.

[cnc-hoebayb]

Just hug me u dummy

For if ur feeling sad or down or rly need a hug :,)

Also ib this story today bc his smile literally makes my world a million times brighter tf

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The clock on your phone passed yet another agonizing minute, the whirlwind of thoughts in your mind eating at you for what felt like years. You had an hour left. A whole hour. Tears started to well up in your eyes as you felt like you could definitely not handle that much more time here.

You were tired, started running a little fever around noon, hungry, and god were you so bored and lonely right now. Your classmates around you started packing their bags early, making the anxiety of having to wait still even worse. You couldn’t afford to leave early today, you needed the notes and extra class time after the days you missed the last couple weeks.

Your friends say goodbye as they rush out the classroom, leaving you and only 3 other kids in the room. Everyone doing their own thing, finishing essays, copying notes, completing unfinished tests. You sit and build up the motivation to finally start reading your textbook. Nothing happens.

The headache that had been lingering on started to pound now. You take a deep breath and try to get it together. Your phone buzzes on the corner of your table and your anticipation gets the best of you, reaching out frantically to see who the message was from. The notification appears across the screen and your heart drops even lower than before.

Chris was busy today, you knew that. And you were supposed to be busy as well, working hard on all the makeup work you needed so desperately to be done with in the next hour.

It was just the day, you thought. The stress, sickness, hunger, and the loneliness you felt and having to deal with it all by yourself. You just wanted him to make it better. But you were both functional adults and this was life, you couldn’t get exactly what you wanted all the time, and it really sucked to have to do it alone sometimes.

You set the phone back down and close your eyes a second, focusing yourself into work mode. You brushed away a singular sad little tear and opened the book back up. It was time to get serious.

The hour flew by after that like nothing. Your ability to zone out and zoom through your work actually kinda surprised you. But it was done, and you could finally get home and into bed with some good food.

As you exit the classroom, you pick up the phone to call Chris and let him know you’re on the way home and to see how his day was going. It gets through one ring and then nothing. Declined call. You pout instinctively and try again- maybe his service was out of wack.

This time it rings past the first little bell, makes it a couple times before it finally hangs up again. Why would he hang up on you? Twice ??

Your sensitivity through the day just piles up and as you plop down in the seat of your car you let it all out. A flood of tears stream down your face and it keeps on going. You gather the strength to put the car in gear and drive yourself home.

As you pull around the corner you notice Chris’ car in the driveway, but don’t even regard it while you park and lug your stuff in. You didn’t have the energy for interaction anymore, as sad as it sounded, your body was heavy and wanted nothing but rest.

You hear the faint noise of muffled music as you approach the door, usually the sign of Chris in an upbeat mood. Which made you a little nervous of the rowdiness you were about to step into.

The door swings open and there he is, at the kitchen counter pouring a full glass of chocolate milk- your drink he knows will always cheer you up. And a table set with your favorite take out restaurant, all plated and ready for you. His pretty eyes dart up to you and his cute side smile makes your heart melt.

“Amor..” his smile fades a little and there’s concern as he observes the state you’re in. Stained mascara cheeks and a red puffy nose, hair messy from the ponytail you attempted in the car. Everything he could see on you told him exactly the kind of day you just had.

“Whats wrong?” He says finally and you burst back into tears, letting all your belongings drop to the floor, hands covering your face to hide your embarrassment. He rushes over and tries to hear you out.

“I forgot my luNch, and i had 3 missing assignments to finish, and the stupid teacher lost my last essay in her spam emails, and i missed you so much and you didn’t answer-“ you sob out in choked up words, trying to put yourself together but completely failing.

He reaches in to wipe your tears away with his thumbs, his hands caressing the sides of your face. He taps you so you can look up into his eyes. He smiles again and the tears have no choice but to stop.

“Hey,” he kisses away the tears on one of your cheeks and talks calmly. “Lo siento, amor, i was driving home from work i didn’t know you’d be so upset i didn’t answer the phone.”

You feel a little guilty and Wanna cry again. “I know you were busy I’m sorry.” You start with a shaky voice. Chris notices and soothes you back to yourself. “Nonono It’s ok, you just had a rough day, i understand.” His teeth peek through his little smile and he pulls you into his arms firmly- finally.

“Cmere,” his chest is warm and comforting. All the issues and sadness of the day rush completely out of your mind, the weight on your shoulders collapses and it’s nothing but the feeling of being in his arms. You work up a smile as he scratches the back of your head and rocks you side to side slowly with him.

“Aye princesa, you need sleep you’re burning up,” he feels your forehead like a concerned parent and squeezes you tighter.

“Sleep sounds nice,” you mumble, actually dozing off a bit in his grips before he pulls away and grabs your hand in his.

He leans in once more, kissing the top of your head and looking right into your teary, sleepy eyes. You look up into his and it feels like all your problems from earlier are pointless. Because how can anybody be sad when something as perfect as the boy in front of you exists.

His adorable, dorky little face lights up your freaking world and that’s all that can ever matter.

“Cmon sleepy girl, let’s go eat,” he interrupts your thoughts and you snap back into reality. Reality where he’s here, youre here, and everything’s going to be ok. You look one more time into his eyes to reassure it. They sparkle back with promise, a little wink following behind. Yeah, it’s going to be just perfect.

[dorseycorcoranx]

SUMMARY: Reginald is a dumb dumb, Dorsey is a dumb dumb, but we been known that. Consider this a making-up lazy f2f from the morning after their fight.

Reg: ...Hey.

Dorsey: Hey. Reg.

Reg: Sup?

Dorsey:

Not much. How are you?

Reg: Fine. I’m fine. It’s fine.

Dorsey: You'll probably get mad for me saying it, but I miss you. I hope you're okay.

Reg: Whatever. I’m fine.

You ever get cold and hot at the same time?

Dorsey: That's a symptom of being sick. Where are you? Have you eaten anything?

Reg: I ain’t sick. I don’t get sick. I’m around. Nah.

Reg: You eat?

Dorsey: If you say so. Nah.

Reg: Yeah. Well. Now I’m sweatin so thats...Good I guess. Dunno.

Fuckin’ eat Goddamn you

Dorsey: Cold and sweating? Why?

Reg: Yeah. Because I fuckin said so

It’s real fuckin bright outside. Shit.

Dorsey: I'm coming to look for you.

Reg: No. Eat.

Dorsey: Make me.

Reg: Fuckin’...Whatever. It won’t take long for you to find me.

Dorsey: Reg.... What the fuck? Look at you-- there is snow in your hair. Get inside! Come here.

Reg: Yeah. It’s...Yeah.

I’m fine. I’m f-fine

Dorsey: It's not fine. You're not fine. I think the fireplace works, I'll get it going and turn on the heater. Your clothes are probably wet. You're going to need to bundle up-- I'll get you blankets. Sit down and get all the wet stuff off.

Reg: You don’t gotta do this

Dorsey: I know. I want to. It's okay.

Reg: I ain’t sick. I just....Shoulda planned better.

Dorsey:Planned better? We'll try to make sure you're not lying to yourself there. Which means food after I finish getting everything set up to warm you up.

Reg: Yea. When I...Came back.

Whatever. Don’t matter. Do what you want.

Dorsey: How long have you been out there?

Reg: Don’t matter.

Why?

Dorsey: It matters to me.

Reg: I don’t fuckin know okay? After I left I waited til dark, brought my blanket, and came back.

You happy now?

Dorsey: Reg... I would have let you back in, you know. I still want you here. I missed you so fucking much. It's stupid, I know.

Reg: Well I didn’t fuckin know okay? And I saw the Doc was comin. I just wanted to make sure you was good. Why? I ain’t shit.

Dorsey: I want you to know now. For the future. You're always welcome here. I told her she didn't have to come. You're more than shit, Reg. I see it. I know it. And you matter to me.

Reg: It’s...I’m...

Its real cold.

Dorsey: Fuck, fuck, fuck,fuck, fuck, okay. Do you think I should call Frannie over? Or we can get in a warm shower, try to heat you up faster.

Reg: No. I don’t need no fuckin doctor. Just cmere.

Dorsey: Okay. I've got you. Let me hold you. We can still get in the shower, if you want.

Reg: I don’t know if I can stand.

Dorsey: Then I'll carry you. You can lean on me. Otherwise, all I know is skin on skin is the fastest way to get warm.

Reg: Ain’t nothing wrong with that.

Unless you don’t wanna.

Dorsey: I do want. I'll take my clothes off, then. And cu--uhhh get in the blanket with you.

Reg: Say it.

Dorsey: Cuddle you.

Reg: C’mere. I don’t want to...Get you sick if I...I mean not that i am

Dorsey: Any time. Gladly. I'll be fine. We're worrying about you right now. Mhm. Tough guy.

Reg: I...Mighta missed you too.

Maybe.

Dorsey: Reg.... That's real nice to hear. I'm right here.

Reg: I know. I dont...I dunno. I ain’t gonna apologize. Don’t mean I was right

Dorsey: It's fine. You don't have to say anything. Or do anything. I'm just glad you're here.

Reg: We fucked.

Dorsey: Yeah. We spent a good chunk of time together too. I liked it. The fucking and the hanging out.

Reg: You did?

Dorsey: Yeah. I did. I like being around you, Reg. And you know you're damned fucking hot. Like next level hot. You have to know you're ace in bed. I don't want you thinking that's all I like about you, though. I like cooking for you, and I liked it when you cooked for me too. I like playing video games with you, and watching movies, and talking about all the shit rich people get to do that we have here now.