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Iâm Here // Minors DNI
Summary: Chuuya doesnât remember his dreams, but he feels it. [Based off the canon fact that Chuuya doesnât dream/doesnât remember his dreams.]
Tags: Nakahara Chuuya/ GN Reader (referred to as Doll once but gender isnât specific), SFW, Hurt/Comfort, Not Much Warning, But Chuuya Cries, Also Mentions Chuuyaâs Thoughts Of Not Feeling Human So Dehumanizing Feelings Of Oneself.
Nakahara Chuuya/Reader Drabble
Chuuya doesnât dream, or at least he doesnât remember them.
And yet thereâs an overwhelming feeling of grief stirring inside of him when he awakes abruptly, a sheen of sweat drenching his face and around his neck. Soft pants fall from his lips as he sits upright, one of his calloused hands flying up to smooth over the left side of his chest where a dull ache throbs within. He doesnât know why this happens, but it does. He knows that even if he doesnât remember his dreams, he subconsciously knows what theyâre about. Feels what theyâre about. His pastâ the people heâs lostâ the things heâs had to do to survive.
Chuuya doesnât cry.
But he does tonight, melancholy overtaking everything else in him. His tears are silent and scarce, the feeling unusual and almost surreal to him. When did he become so weak?
âChuuya?â Your voice is groggy and slurred from sleep as you shift beneath the covers to slowly move to sit up.
Chuuyaâs breathing hitches, thankful that the room is pitch black. He can barely make out your figure next to him, but see that youâre moving to lean closer to him. Chuuya clears his throat and responds quietly, âSorry, didnât mean to wake you, Doll⌠Go back to sleep.â
Your hand moves to feel out next to you to find him until it lands splayed out on his back, âWhy are you up? Whatâs wrong?â You ask, worry lacing your tone.
âNothing, mâfineâŚâ He sighs out, making a move to wipe his damp face with his hands. His hands stop though when he feels your warm hands cup his face and wipe away his tears with your thumbs.
âIt doesnât sound like nothing,â You murmur, shuffling to switch positions, though slightly difficult due to your limited vision. You face Chuuya now, hands moving from his face to smooth down his wild bed hair from tossing and turning. âWhy are you upset?â Youâre just the slightest bit confused having known about Chuuyaâs inability to dreamâ or that he doesnât remember them, so it couldnât be that. Could it?
âIâŚâ Chuuya sniffles, but itâs barely discernible. âI had a bad dream,â He pauses before letting out a shaky exhale, âI feel it.â
You almost frown, but it curls into a gentle smile, though you know Chuuya canât see it in the dark. âYou feel it?â Itâs an innocent question, much like your touch as you tuck some of his damp bangs behind his ear. You feel him nod, leaning into your touch for comfortâ seeking you out in a moment of vulnerability. You donât elaborate on your thoughts about the three simple words he spokeâ that you think heâs more human than any other being youâve metâ that you wish heâd look at himself through your eyes and see how living he was beneath his flesh and bones. But you push it to the back of your mind for a later conversation.
âIt aches,â Chuuyaâs voice strains, wishing the throbbing would disappear from his chest.
âI know,â You whisper. Your hands find themselves slipping around his waist to hold him from your position next to him, âBut Iâm here.â You reassure, head resting into the crook of his neck.
He turns his head to place a gentle kiss to your head, arm looping around your back to caress along your spine soothingly, âYou are.â
Chuuya survived all his life, but with you, he felt like he was living.
#chuuya x reader#chuuya nakahara x reader#bsd x reader#hurt/comfort#Chuuya needs a hug :(#I need to comfort him#just give me three minutes in a room with him by myself and weâll be signing a marriage certificate
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Navy, did you have to when I've been drinking. Now I just want to make Bucky feel better and I have so many other wips.
microdosing on catharsis by watching a fictional character or persona i relate to have an emotional breakdown until my chest starts to ache from the amount i've repressed
#cole is on a bender#kind of#i have so many wips#i have so much to do#but bucky#i need to comfort him#I need to make him feel loved#because his fine ass is so loved#god look at that jaw line#and those eyes#that intensity#lemme sit baby#shit did I say that out loud.
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post-graduation trip airport looks
#my art#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk fanart#yuji itadori#megumi fushiguro#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#itafushikugi#jjk spoilers#jjk manga spoilers#jujutsu kaisen fanart#these took ages but fr once i am choosing to forgive myself given th fact tht i was coming out of A State when i drew them#im normal now dw drawing the first years wearing merch of my comfort content fixed me#when in doubt play dress up. life hack#i am holding fast 2 my hc tht megumi is a fiend @ indie platformers and is a household name on the celeste speedrun leaderboards#argue with a wall this is my jujutsu kaisen#megumi designated Drink Runner also#alr in line at a cafe texts their gc 'what do you guys want' n gets mad @ nobara fr making him go to a Second shop 2 get her bubble tea#anyway theres not much 2 say abt these just bc i needed sth Light n Easy 2 get me out of my head#no lore to fashion pieces which is both a blessing and a curse but it Is what i needed#nobara serving looks fr a flight i love u so much. it's probably 8 in the morning n she is in a fully coordinated fit#its so criminal tht we don't have more alt hairstyle official art fr her???? iirc it's Just the lost in paradise mv with her in buns no????#robbed. i am fixing it immediately.#wonder where the 3 of them wld go on a trip
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FNAF movie Mike and Michael meet their younger selves..
#myart#chloesimagination#comic#fnaf#five nights at freddy's#michael afton#mike schmidt#fnaf movie#fnaf 4#fnaf fanart#I get asked q now and again how Michael would react to his younger self#so finally made it into a full comic + added Mike to it too#Mike would definitely be comforting towards his younger self#I think Mike knows he just needed some validation and good support at that age#his parents seemingly let him believe everything was his fault#so Mike would want to be that parental figure he didnât have#WHILE MICHAEL#listen Michael wouldnât be mean to his younger self#he knows he was a problem child BECAUSE his home life sucked#BUT HE WILL be blunt with his lil self BAHAH#just telling young Michael outright if he keep being a jerk heâll turn purple#idk if lil Michael is understanding what heâs saying but itâll definitely leave an impression PFF#Michael truly keeps being top tier at talking to the youth BAHAH
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ok another floating thought:
Jason Todd does not tolerate bad eating habits.
Iced coffee for breakfast? Absolutely not.
6pm and you had not a single sip of water? Forget it.
Having a single slice of toast for lunch AND dinner? Naur babes.
You will be eating 3 square meals a day will allowance for snacks and 'happy foods' as he likes to call them.
As soon as you complain about a headache, stomachache, light-headedness, fatigue he will tell you to go fucking eat something with a glass of water, not coffee.
Its even worse if you live together like i strongly believe he would wake up early just to make you a balanced breakfast before you go about your day.
GOD BUT IF UR IN UNI??? babe be ready bc he will break into your dorm to bring u food that he cooked u himself. (he's a loverboy duh)
no time to cook or order? He's gotchu
too tired? already on the way
exam season with barely any time to take a breath? already on it babe he'll spoonfeed you while you revise your textbook
and plus, how else are you supposed to grow as big and strong as him when you're only eating half a meal a day?
I WANNA MUNCH ON HIS MOOSCLES SO BAD FUCKKKKK
#jason todd#niyah speaks yappanese#jason todd x reader#red hood#jason peter todd#jason todd x you#jason todd smut#red hood x reader#dcu#jason todd comfort#the red hood#dc red hood#red hood imagine#red hood x you#redhood#under the red hood#arkham knight x gn!reader#arkham knight x reader#arkham knight#I NEED TO BITE HIM#HES SO BITEABLE
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Imagine Bakugo during your period
Like him just gently laying on your stomach cuz he's basically a human heating pad and getting your favorite snacks and cuddling
And if you have to go out he makes sure your in the most comfortable clothes ever and he plays your favorite music in the car without complaining and he makes sure you don't have to talk to anyone
But also knowing to back off when your ticked off. He lets you pout in bed and just knocks on the door ever few minutes to drop off snacks and drinks for you and after like an hour or two he'll come see if your in a better mood so he can cuddle you again
I need him so bad
#sansfangirl24 random talks#mha#my hero academia#bakugou katsuki#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugou#bakugo fanfic#mha fanfiction#mha fanfic#bakugo fluff#period comfort#bakugo comfort#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x female reader#bakugo x female reader#bakugo x y/n#bakugo x you#im suffering#periods are the worst#i need him#I need bakugo to hug me and kiss me to sleep#Cuz people are annoying
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On autonomy, and what it means to be Obliged to Help.
Bonus:
#a homestuck walks into an antechamber and asks#hey is anybody going to make this dynamic wholly deterministic and thus dubiously consensual by its very nature#ANYWAY bigger ramble below. scroll down like usual#isat spoilers#isat#isat fanart#isat siffrin#isat loop#sifloop#THATS RIGHT WE'RE STILL SHIP TAGGING IT BABYYYY#in stars and time#in stars and time fanart#lucabyteart#RAMBLE START: anyway i think loop is wrong here. they have it backwards. as-- in my opinion--#the main reason they could be called back into existence postcanon is because *their* wish for help is still not complete#they still need help. siffrin still needs help. neither of them will ever stop needing help.#they will thus uphold the wish until the end of siffrin's natural lifespan.#that said. what does it mean that loop can be so wholly forced to abide by siffrin's wants?#(assuming the dagger cutscene posession is them being forced to uphold the 'help siffrin' wish via harsh universe logic)#[as opposed to something capricious and cruel the change god did. which feels out of character for the change god to me?]#much like how the island wish and duplicate objects are neutered by simply sliding off people's brains...#is loop subtly ushered toward their wish? obviously it's not a full override (see: the bossfight). but is there any interference?#and if so. so what? does it matter? if they don't notice? is it even real if they don't notice?#and even if they do notice. the universe leads we follow. how much do either of them value their free will in a belief system like that?#the whole game is dedicated to siffrin habitually NOT excersizing his free will. doing things the same Every Time.#Loop ESPECIALLY does this. predetermined predetermined predetermined even in the FACE OF CHANGE. REFUSING. ANY CHOICE.#Maybe they'd even be comforted by having a universe-ordained purpose even if it is subservient. even if its to Him.#(though. i can't see siffrin enjoying the idea that someone is subservient TO them... then all their suffering is his fault...)#loop got into this mess via WANTING too much. no more free will. can't be trusted with it. take it away from them.#but yeah. gets my greasy detective pony hands all over this. and everyone please do remember i like to make characters Outright Wrong A Lot
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yeah so this was insane
#i feel like too many people reduce this interaction to jason being like âlol sameâ#but idk :/#this chapter is from jasonâs pov#and leading up to it heâs like âpeople keep walking on eggshells around me bc of the the michael varus stab woundâ#and he hates it so when he goes on deck to help out with the storm#everyoneâs like wtf except for percy#and jason states how much he appreciated percy not treating him like a sick kid#and i feel like itâs echoed in this sentiment where jason could say so many things like#âyou should never feel that wayâ âim here if you need anythingâ#but he doesnât make percy feel alone in his desire to justâŚ. end it all#which ik for some people that doesnât work but youâre not a character in hoo and percy is dealing with so much guilt#and he canât tell annabeth bc sheâs a main aspect of that guilt#and he doesnât wanna guilt her more and he feels ashamed and when he describes this he feels weird for feeling it#so having jason this tough guy be like âyo i understand it bc i felt the same way#thatâs gotta mean a lot to percy#also insane how jason who also struggles to display vulnerability#allows it in one of few times in this moment just so percy this guy heâs supposed to be jealous about#feels comforted and not alone in his guilt and shame#and also itâs just insane how jasonâs wanting to kay em ess does not get talked about AT ALL#and just seeing his mom and the pressure of new rome getting to him#like this scene is insane and iâll never shut up about it#also ignore me iâm just finishing my reread of hoo that took all summer#jason grace#percy jackson#pjo#ashla.txt
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"I can still feel the weight of her"
A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on may 1st!
#Broadchurch#alec hardy#david tennant#I love Alec Hardy so much đ#he is so miserable I just want him to be happy#been reading so much hurt/comfort fic I need an outlet so moody art be upon ye#my art
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there are a lot of evil people in the world and a lot of darkness in the world and so itâs very important for me to stress that now more than ever is the time to spread kindness and compassion. combat the evil by not only not partaking in it, but actively refuting it. destroy the notion that being compassionate or generous or kind to someone is uncool or embarrassing or even scary. be the change you want to see. start a chain reaction. positivity only breeds more positivity. do an act of kindness for someone so that that person who is too afraid to do it themselves can see you, realize that theyâre not alone, and perhaps sheepishly follow your example. and then the next person who is too afraid but sees that person can do the same. when bad news comes out about bad people or horrible atrocities in the world itâs such an easy impulse to despair, and obviously itâs important to feel what you need to feel. grieve. be angry. be sorrowful. be empathetic. but dust off your pants and get up and be a part of a chain reaction that, no matter how small the scale, and spread compassion and love and care. all the reasons why you might notââitâs hard! itâs scary! people will make fun of me! itâs useless because thereâs too much evil!â are all grade A arguments as to why you should. you have no idea how many people you could inspire to do the same. even if it doesnât get you anyway far, you can at least say you have the nobility of trying. please choose love and please choose life. you are worth loving and you are worth inspiring others to love
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CALL MY NAME AND I'LL COME RUNNING ; SATORU GOJO
synopsis; satoru can be irritating, at times. but even if you push him away, heâll always, always be there for you when you need him.
word count; 8.7k (this was supposed to b a short drabble but i was possessed by the devil halfway through)
contents; satoru gojo/reader, gn!reader, reader n toru have a fight, mild swearing (a couple fucks here n there), hurt/comfort, satoru has communication issues but heâs trying his best, depictions of stalking (reader gets followed by a random creep but satoru comes to the rescue dw), uhh implied thoughts of violence? (satoru wants to Maul said dude but doesnât), literally just me being in love with satoru gojo for 8.7k words straight
a/n; no thoughts head empty only gojo running through the streets like a wild beast looking for u <33 im normal about him yeah.
âyouâre so annoying sometimes, you know that?â
satoru smiles. the sentence isnât one heâs unaccustomed to hearing.
usually, the words are soaked in an undeniable fondness, as they spill from your lips. rich with exasperated love. one that never fails to have the corners of satoruâs lips curling up, a mellow kind of joy blossoming in his chest.
but now, that fondness is nowhere to be found.Â
you sound thoroughly exasperated, and a little bit fatigued. more than anything else, thereâs a vague irritation behind the tilt of your voice, something almost cold. it makes all the difference in the world.Â
and yet, despite that, a certain someone chooses to pay no heed to the bad omen.
âaw, câmon. you know you love me, baby.â
satoru is grinning. lighthearted, awfully sweet. thereâs a certain smugness to it, though, one he couldnât wash away even if he was aware of it; you wouldnât do so even if you could. that smugness is a part of him, one that youâd usually find endearing.Â
but right now, it only seeks to further your frustration.
it was a stupid fight, truthfully. completely meaningless. satoru had forgotten to pick up after himself for, like, the fourth consecutive time, and so you grew annoyed. not by a lot, but enough that you felt the need to be firm when you reminded him not to make the same mistake over and over again.
but satoru had only grinned, in that self-satisfied fashion of his, and apologized in a way you couldnât possibly call sincere. then he did what he usually does â promises to work on it. to not do it again. he never follows through, though.
but even that thought wasnât anywhere near enough to make you truly angry. what really began to irk you was the fact that satoru wasnât taking you seriously, even in the slightest.
thatâs how he always is, when it comes to this kind of thing. and you try to be patient, you do. you try to be understanding. sometimes you even appreciate that he keeps the atmosphere light, but other times, you just canât help but feel irritated by it.
and the current situation happens to fall into the latter category.
you donât care if satoru leaves a candy wrapper or two out, every once in a while. of course you donât. itâs a silly thing to argue about. but would it hurt for him to just listen to you? to try to put himself in your shoes, for once? itâs not about the wrappers, or the undone dishes. itâs about the way he treats you when you complain about it â like itâs no big deal, like it doesnât matter. even if it obviously does, to you.
so, gradually, the topic of your little argument began to shift, into a conversation about satoru. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to talk about the things that bother you in a serious fashion. about the fact that he so adamantly refuses to take you seriously.
and he just keeps proving your point, with every word that falls from his lips.
at this point, youâre genuinely beginning to feel a little angry. but satoru doesnât see that as the warning sign it is â he just thinks itâs cute. heâs just been cooing at you, this whole time, despite your numerous attempts to actually explain how much his behavior affects you sometimes. it feels a bit like talking to a wall. satoru keeps on teasing you, even as you try to be firm about your point, and only brushes you off with empty promises to do better and more unneeded comments about how much he wants to hug you when you pout like that.
and you falter, a little. of course you do. youâre weak to satoru. weak to his words, that sweet voice of his, that pretty grin. but that only makes everything worse, because if you let yourself look even a little bit flustered at his comments, he sees that as his cue to continue.
you donât even know if heâs doing it on purpose, at this point. is he doing it because he knows itâll annoy you, or does he genuinely not understand that youâre upset? youâd like to think that thereâs no malicious intent behind it, but canât he see how troubled you are? you donât get it. you donât get him, and that frustrates you most of all. satoru can be so goddamn convoluted, sometimes.
so you simply canât help but feel annoyed. angry, even. how long have you been arguing for, at this point? youâre not sure. but you feel the frustration inside of you grow, as the minutes tick by, into something you know will eventually explode.
a sigh falls from your lips, deep and exasperated. a little bit exhausted. âiâm serious, satoru. youâre not even listening.â
âi am!â he protests, stubbornly. childishly. âyou just look so cute when youâre all mad. not my fault youâre so distracting.â
satoru smiles, voice sugar sweet, but all you can do is frown. does he really think itâs cute that youâre upset? the thought makes you somewhat sad. but you canât show that, canât let that part of you win â you donât even want to think about the possibility of you crying, because of this. yeah, no way in hell.Â
so instead, you channel it into anger. as the blood inside your veins comes to a boiling point, you dig your nails into the skin of your palms, gnawing at your bottom lip and shifting from one foot to another.
âsatoru, iâm ââ another sigh, sharp and vexed like the blade of a knife. âiâm trying to have a serious conversation, here. canât you see that iâm upset?â
satoru takes a moment to look at you, from behind the black glass of his shades.
he can. of course he can see that. youâre frowning, and thereâs a crease between your brows, and you keep huffing and sighing every three seconds â youâre obviously, undoubtedly upset. and satoru wants to take you seriously, he does. itâs just that the part of his brain that only ever wants to coddle and tease you keeps persuading him not to.
heâs not lying, either; you do look cute. almost too cute to take seriously, when youâre pouting so sweetly, a little red in the face from all the frustration bubbling inside your chest. you look so small, glaring up at him like an angry puppy.Â
satoru canât help but smile. itâd be impossible not to.
and he will listen to you, will take you seriously. he knows youâre angry, knows youâre upset, and he intends to deal with that properly. but he doesnât need to do it right now.
just a little more teasing, before he has to stop beating around the bush. satoru dreads it, a little bit, dreads having to genuinely be serious, be open and apologetic. it always feels so strange, so discomforting.Â
all that stuff can wait until later. for now, he just wants to see you blush a little more, huff and puff at his limitless affection, that he knows you love deep down. whereâs the harm?
(and therein lies the problem. satoru is observant, and typically good at seeing the line that he shouldnât cross when it comes to you. but there are times when he slips up, times when he doesnât realize that his words have begun to sting. times when the line becomes blurry, because he knows some part of you enjoys the way he babies you, and sometimes it blinds him to the part of you that doesnât.)
satoru is smiling. itâs the same as always â big, bright, glazed over with honey-sweet adoration. smug and teasing. itâs such a satoru-like smile that it makes your breath hitch, sometimes, makes your heart race with wonder. but now all it does is annoy you. everything you love about satoru is annoying you, right now.Â
in your eyes, that pretty smile of his seems almost taunting. like heâs trying to pick a fight with you, trying to make you even more upset. you donât want to blow up over something like this, you really really donât â but for some reason, you feel dangerously close to. itâs not like you at all.
you bore into his eyes with a cold glare, even though you canât exactly see them with his shades in the way. posture straight and rigid as you try to make yourself look bigger. you must look at least a little bit menacing, like this. right?
âiâm seriously angry with you,�� you say, hoping your voice sounds as austere to his ears as it does to yours. âdonât you get that?â
satoru coos, unable to hold the sound back. he doesnât notice the flicker of hurt in your eyes, only focusing on how the sunset rays frame your figure, kissing your skin with sun-soaked fervor. you look so pretty. and that angry look on your face is too tantalizing not to tease.
âaww,â he croons, inching closer to you. thereâs a teasing glint in his eyes that you canât see, unmistakably fond. âis my little baby that upset?â
you blink. his voice sounds even more sugar-sweet now, obviously exaggerated. thereâs amusement there, too â like this is just one big joke to him. you think he must be doing it to belittle you, to embarrass you. speaking to you like youâre some kind of grumpy toddler, and not a grown adult trying to have a serious conversation with their partner. your blood boils, boils, boils.
â and so the cup overflows.
âoh, go fuck yourself.â
itâs almost in a hiss that the words fall from your lips, cold and harsh; they leave the confines of your throat before you have a chance to reconsider them, sudden and sickeningly heavy. crude, too. youâd never be so crass with him under normal circumstances.
but youâre overwhelmed, thoroughly and completely, and satoru is being particularly infuriating. you genuinely feel hurt by the way heâs disregarding your feelings, and that realization stings more than anything.Â
so you canât help but say the words, louder than you meant to, before turning on your heel swiftly and walking out of the room.Â
you donât even have time to register what youâre doing, legs moving on their own before your mind can catch up. brisk and heavy steps carry you to the door, all while you furiously attempt to blink away the tears of frustration that begin to form in your eyes.
it only takes a second for you to grab your jacket â then youâre out.
satoru hears the front door close, echoing off the walls of your apartment. you donât quite slam it shut, but you close it with more force than usual, and he canât help but inwardly wince.
a moment passes.Â
then, he flops down on the couch, lanky arms and legs dangling uncomfortably off the edges. the groan that slips from his lips is muffled by the soft cushion as he burrows his face into it, while replaying your interaction inside his mind.
satoru canât help but feel uncomfortable, with this conclusion. a little bit irked. a vague something rests inside his chest, something he doesnât quite want to admit to feeling. it makes him feel a little bit sick.
(âoh, go fuck yourself.â)
he canât recall you ever raising your voice at him like that. when it comes to him, youâre usually so patient; soft, understanding, gentle. for you to have snapped in such a way â to have stormed out of the apartment in your anger â he must have pushed you pretty far.
satoru sighs.
he really pissed you off, huh?
(he can never quite seem to get this right, can he?)
it was never his intention to make you genuinely mad. he just lost sight of the line, for a second. thatâs all.
and maybe he was also trying to avoid the issue, trying to avoid actually arguing with you. because he hates it. he hates it more than anything. satoru would much rather see you smile and blush than act all serious and sad.Â
he just wanted to make you laugh.
was it insensitive? yeah, probably. he just canât help but fuck this up, it seems. now heâs gone and made you angry â and as much as the sight would usually thrill him, as cute as you look when youâre irritated, a pit of anxiety settles in his gut. everything just feels wrong.
more than anything, satoru feels restless. because, right now, thereâs nothing he can do. he canât chase after you, even if just to apologize â thatâd make you even angrier.
he knows he needs to give you space. you were obviously overwhelmed; some fresh air will do you good.
it irks him, though. satoru wants to fix it. he always wants to fix everything, before it even breaks. and even now, all his mind can do is spin in circles, wondering how he could possibly cheer you up.
heâll just have to apologize, when you get back. and hope you forgive him. maybe he can get you something sweet to munch on, or a bouquet of flowers. would that make everything okay again?
satoru doesnât know. so he just scratches his head, and tries his damndest not to think of how defeated you looked before leaving.
your steps are heavy, dragging you forward, leading you somewhere you have no knowledge of. itâs chilly out, and the sun is already setting.
everything in the world feels so wrong. like itâs tilted slightly to the left, like the earth stopped spinning around its axis. like everything suddenly lost its saturation.Â
you just needed to get away from him, for a while. away from that smug smile, that patronizing tilt of his voice. you couldnât even stand to be in the same apartment as him. itâs not often you feel that way, not often at all.Â
and it only increases your growing frustration.Â
you are beginning to calm down, though â you know you are. the crisp evening air and the pleasant mingle of people soothes your muddled senses, smoothing down the crease of your brow and the ache in your chest.
a heavy discomfort, and a growing guilt. thatâs all you can feel, as the anger slowly seeps out of you, turning into vapour with every exhale of your breath.
you hate arguing with satoru. you hate it more than anything. the guilt clawing at your chest barely leaves any room for anger â you almost yelled at him. just the thought of doing that to satoru makes you want to cry.
because you love him, at the end of the day, even when heâs being absolutely insufferable. heâs a sweetheart, your sweet boy, always trying to lighten the mood and make you smile. maybe you should have been a bit more understanding; you know satoruâs bad at this stuff, bad with emotions and vulnerability. and deep down, you know heâd never hurt you, not on purpose.
he probably just didnât realize that you were genuinely upset. itâs a mistake that anyone could make.
but it just makes you feel so frustrated. like heâs not even looking at you. always hiding behind those shades, never opening up. never letting you see him wear anything but a smile. you want him to take it slow, open up to you at his own pace, but that doesnât make the wait sting any less.
itâs not like you were asking for a lot. first, you simply asked him to pick up after himself. the way you do, the way anyone does. then, you simply asked him to treat you with respect.
a sudden pang of bitterness runs through your chest. sure, you couldâve handled it all better â but he could have, too.
every step you take hits the pavement with an irritated kind of decision. whatever. whatever. for now, you donât want to think about it â all you want is to walk around and take in the sights, enjoy the peace and quiet.
so thatâs exactly what you do.
before you know it, the sun has set, and the moon has risen â shining down and painting the streets in a mesmerizing blue, ephemeral and tranquil. itâs enough to give you some peace of mind, as you lurk around familiar streets, soaking in all the open space. so different from that suffocating apartment, and the man inside it, with that shit-eating grin and those breathtaking eyes.
(heâs called you, a couple times. you havenât been gone for long â an hour or so, you think, maybe two. some part of you wanted to answer, just to hear his voice through the phone, but the part of you thatâs still awfully irritated shut that down immediately. so, stubbornly, you just let it ring.)
the streets are empty, and the sky is dark. the light of all the lampposts illuminate your way, along with the soft flicker of the moon and stars. an endless galaxy stretches out before your eyes, little pale dots of stardust shining like jewels.
an ever-lasting, never-changing sky, that continues on for infinity. limitless. all the space you could possibly want, and then some.
for a moment, you can only look at the glittering stars in wonder, soaking in the feeling of absolute solitude.Â
â it doesnât last, though.
âyou alone?â
a sudden voice calls out from behind you. close, discerningly so, enough to make you flinch. you curse yourself for not noticing anything sooner, caught up in looking at the starry sky, in angling your phone to take a picture of it.
hesitantly, you turn your gaze towards the sound â wincing under your breath when you see the man a couple steps away from you. he looks a little crazed, you think, shifting from foot to foot and hunching over.Â
oh fuck no.
great, just what you needed. thatâs just your luck, isnât it? your brain can only spin in circles, trying to get your body to react, to run. to do literally anything except just stand there like a deer caught in headlights.
in your nervosity, all you manage is a painfully awkward laugh, as you stutter out a halfhearted response.
âoh â no, iâm just waiting for my boyfriend!â you smile, unconvincingly. your face must be soaked in unease. whatever he wants with you, it canât be anything good.
at least you said that one word clearly â boyfriend. you can only hope itâs enough to scare him away.
but the man only shifts a little more, emitting a gruff kind of hum, not saying anything else. your spine tingles with apprehension. every cell in your body wants you to leave. he seems a little intoxicated, you think, and the thought only stirs the anxious feeling in your chest further.
god. why does this have to happen to you? why now?
thankfully, youâve got your phone in hand. as your mind scrambles for solutions, your fingers tap at the screen, urgently scrolling through your contacts. in such a frightened state, your acting must be positively awful, but you make a vague attempt. not like youâre getting any oscars for this, either way.
âsorry â heâs calling me now!â you stammer out, taking a step away from the man. he doesnât make a move to follow you, so you take your chances and press your phone to your ear, feet carrying you forward with haste.
in your fear, you donât think twice about calling satoru â but you canât help but internally wince at the decision, as the anxious patter of your own heart resounds in your ears.
how are you supposed to talk to him, exactly? what are you supposed to say? hey, i know i just told you to go fuck yourself, but will you hear me out? i need your help.Â
and you do. you do need his help. all you want is for him to swoop in, to take you in his arms, your knight in shining armor.
satoruâs said it to you, before â that if you need anything, anything at all, you can come to him. that you can always, always lean on him, without exception.Â
you know that he likes helping you. likes it when you open up to him, when you put your trust in him. when you arenât afraid to ask for his help.
so despite everything, you hold your phone to your ear, walking away with brisk steps and praying that heâs not petty enough to ignore your call like you did to his.
back home, satoru is still resting on the couch, tapping his feet and trying to distract himself.Â
heâs a little anxious. itâs dark out, and youâre not answering any of his calls. when youâre out of sight, like this, he canât help but feel a little helpless â worried about everything that could happen to you. but itâs not like he can force you to pick up.Â
youâre probably at a friendâs house, or something. telling them all about what an asshole your boyfriend is. as much as the thought stings, satoru hopes itâs true; itâs all he can comfort himself with. anything is fine as long as you arenât out walking alone, in the cold, in the dark.
entirely caught up in his spiralling thoughts, satoru almost flinches when the phone rings. laying on the table in front of him, just within armâs reach. it only takes a second for him to react as his gaze flits to the bright screen, and he sees the contact name, the many heart emojis littering it.
with a start, satoru jumps up. his back straightens out, and his hand flies to grab the phone â heâd feel embarrassed at his own eagerness, but right now he just canât help it. even under ordinary circumstances, he wouldnât let the phone ring more than twice, always giddy to hear your voice whenever possible.Â
this time, however, he does falter slightly.
he takes a split second to simply stare at the phone in his hand, at the affectionate contact name. what is he supposed to say to you, exactly? how is he supposed to act?
satoru doesnât know, but as if afraid that youâll change your mind and stop the call, yourself, he opts to simply answer. heâll just have to figure out what to say on the fly.
(unfortunately, satoruâs instinctual response to anything is either smugness or playfulness.)
âwell, well. look who finally decided to pick up.â
youâre the one who called him, not the other way around â but satoru canât be bothered with small details like that right now. he only hopes you donât notice the faint nervosity in his voice, the stiffness as he tries to sound unbothered.
you donât notice anything at all, mind far too muddled, too clouded by fear. all you can do is take a deep breath, desperately trying to grasp control over your wavering voice.
ââ satoru?â you call out, voice meek and frail. the man in question notices it immediately, sitting up a little straighter, but before he can say anything you continue. âiâm sorry, i just â are â are you still at home?â
thereâs an anxious tilt to your voice, one thatâd be impossible for satoru to miss. your words are a little breathy, spoken in a fast tempo, and he feels a sudden dread crawl up his spine.
something is wrong, his senses alert him.
âyeah,â he hums, trying to hide the turmoil in his own voice. âwhy? is everything okay?â
the line is quiet, for a second. âitâs just ââ an exhale, as you once again attempt to steer your voice in a less nervous direction. âjust⌠some creepy guy tried to talk to me. i told him i was waiting for my boyfriend and now iâm walking away from him but heâs still following me.â another exhale, as you worriedly sneak a glance over your shoulder. âi just â i donât know what to ââ
âwhere are you?â
satoru cuts you off, voice eerily serious. his gaze turned cold the moment he heard creepy guy, legs moving him towards the coat rack by the front door as if on autopilot.Â
heâs already left the apartment by the time you answer, looking around you meekly.
âi⌠donât know,â you sigh. âiâm not far. i walked past that one crĂŞpe stand by the park but then i, like⌠continued up that street? and now i donât really know where iâm going.â
you continue, a little exasperated as your gaze flits around the dark street. attempting to recall your steps, a difficult task with how on edge you feel. âiâll try to look for a sign, or something,â you gulp. â⌠iâm sorry. i just wanted to get away from him.â
satoruâs voice is comforting, when he speaks, eager to console you. grounding and soft. âhey, itâs okay. iâm heading there now, alright?â he smiles, hoping youâll hear it in his voice. âiâll be there before you know it.â
you do hear it, and his words ease a little of the anxiety in your chest, despite your fear. âokay.âÂ
the line grows quiet, again, and your brows furrow in worry. âcan â can i keep talking to you?â you ask, uncertain. a little pitiful. âplease?â
âof course,â satoru answers, instantaneous. heâs already making his way towards the crĂŞpe stand with decision in his steps, mentally scanning the area ahead. despite his own anxiety at the situation, he attempts to sound as secure as he can possibly manage, desperate to soothe the worry in your voice.
âtry to relax for me, okay? nobodyâs gonna hurt you. not while iâm here.â
his words are absolute, as he consoles you. he sounds so sure of himself, so much that you canât help but believe in his words. so you nod, emitting a weak hum when you remember he canât see you.
âcan you tell me what you see, baby?â
âuhhâŚâ you look around, blindly, trying to find some sort of meaningful hint around you. âthereâs like⌠some toy shop?âÂ
satoru only hums. âcan you check your location on your phone?âÂ
you blink.Â
of course. why on earth didnât that cross your mind before?Â
âoh â yeah â fuck. iâm sorry. i donât know why i didnât ââ you sigh, heavy. âhold on.â
following satoruâs instructions swiftly, your gaze scans over the screen. he waits, patiently, already heading past the park and up ahead. as soon as you succeed in finding the name of the street, you echo it to him.
satoru sighs, a little relieved. âokay,â he hums. âiâm not that far away. iâll be there soon.â he only hopes his words can soothe your fear, even a little. âis he still following you?â
you glance behind you, and meet the gaze of the stranger. just like you were afraid of, heâs still following you â if anything, he seems to have gotten a little closer. with a jolt, your heartbeat picks up.
âyeah,â you gulp.Â
satoruâs chest tightens. he emits a low hum. âjust hold on. iâll hurry.â
focusing only on the tilt of satoruâs voice, you try to calm your breathing. you just want to see him. the thought of doing so is the only thing keeping your trembling ribcage intact, at this point.Â
you swallow a shaky breath.
âthanks, toru.â
a sudden pang of ache sprouts in satoruâs chest, like thorny vines curling around his ribcage. his heart hurts. you sound so scared, so very small.Â
this is all his fault, he thinks. all of it. he got too careless; none of this wouldâve happened if he had only been more considerate. if he had just stopped you from leaving and apologized, or hadnât upset you in the first place. then he wouldnât have to hear that scared little voice, wouldnât have to imagine your body shaking like a leaf in the cold night. so far away from him.Â
but satoru canât beat himself up over it, not yet. thereâll be more than enough time for that later. for now, he needs to get to you â thatâs the only thing on his mind.
so he lets his feet carry him forward, running towards your location with bated breath. heâs sure you can hear it, through the phone, even though he tries to contain it.
the sound consoles you, if anything. it reminds you that satoru is there, that heâs on his way. that thereâs no need to be scared.Â
but you canât help but freak out, a little, when you hear the man call out from behind you.
âhey!â he slurs, stumbling towards you with unsteady steps. his voice is loud, angry, and it sends your mind reeling into panic mode.
a flinch overtakes your body, before you stumble forward, walking even faster than before. youâre almost running now, breath hitching as you gulp. satoru hears it all â your panic, the echo of the man. his own tempo picks up.
âbaby, calm down, okay?â he consoles you, voice concerned and honey-sweet. âjust keep walking. iâm almost there.â
âsorry ââ you squeak out, between flurry breaths. breathing uneven, laboured and anxious. but you try your best to calm down. ââs just scary.â
it almost feels physical, the way it irks him. satoru wants to pull you close, more than anything, but he canât. and that just makes the calamity inside his chest grow, clawing at his ribcage as if trying to escape, to go to your side.Â
(he never, ever wants to hear that kind of fear in your voice again.)
âi know,â he soothes. âyouâre doing good, honey. listen â heâs not gonna touch you. i wonât let him. you have nothing to be scared of.â
you nod, even as you exhale a shaky breath. âi know.âÂ
and you do. you know thereâs a truth, to satoruâs words, one thatâs never failed you before.
because satoru is your safe space, at the end of the day â he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and sometimes heâs bad with emotions. but he tries, you know he does. and, more than anything else, you know that heâll always, always be there when you need him. heâll always be there to protect you.Â
and a part of you is sure that everything will be okay, as long as heâs around.
(itâs easy to forget how trustworthy satoru really is, how much he cares. how dependable he is. and how serious he can get, when he truly needs to be, despite his childishness. itâs moments like these that remind you of that.)
but itâs still scary, at the end of the day. you canât help but feel uncomfortable, a little lost in the world. because you and satoru just fought, you just told him to go fuck himself, and yet here he is. running to your side, in the middle of the night, because youâre scared and alone and you need him.
the man continues to shout, behind you, muttering curses you canât quite make out. you look over your shoulder nervously, steps hurried.
and satoru runs like a man possessed, through the moonlit streets, gaze scanning the area like a wild beast. his most visceral instinct is screaming at him, tugging at his flesh and bones, desperate to protect you. to comfort you. to wash all your worries away.Â
as he makes a sharp turn, he momentarily stops the movement, halting to look around. he thinks he must look a little crazed, with the moonlight illuminating his eyes, but he couldnât care less.
especially not when his gaze lands on a certain person, further down the street â small and alone.
your eyes meet his.
with the darkness of the street, itâs hard to make anything out, but the light of the lamppost helps. though even without it, satoruâs sure heâd know it was you, just from the sensation that unfurls in his chest as his gaze lands on your figure.Â
an audible sigh of immense relief falls from his lips, and his tense shoulders relax, eyes softening just a tad. he hears a similar noise coming from the phone in his grasp, and he assumes that means you recognize him too. not bothering to end the call, he puts it in his pocket, walking over to you with brisk steps.Â
you stumble towards him, yourself, the worried crease between your brows now smoothed away. the closer he gets, the faster you move, until you can see the blue of his eyes. two pocket-sized moons.
satoru swoops you in for a hug before either of you can say anything.
he cradles you close, awfully close, so close you can hear his heavy breathing against your ear. it tickles your neck, along with his soft hair, and you shiver. his fragrance envelops your senses, a blend between fresh laundry, strawberries and some expensive cologne. your favorite scent in the world.Â
and suddenly, the world is devoid of danger. nothing can get to you while satoruâs there. all that exists is you, and him, and the soft flicker of the moon.
satoru squeezes you tightly, ensuring himself over and over again that youâre safe. he might be squeezing you a little too tight, but he canât bring himself to think about that just yet.
finally, that growing calamity inside his chest is satiated. winding down at the feeling of you pressed up against him, the indisputable proof that youâre okay. with you in his arms, satoru feels like everything is alright, again.
the fear inside his chest, so foreign it leaves him shaken to the very core, finally begins to dissipate too. he doesnât think thereâs anything that makes him feel quite as hopeless as the thought of not being there for you when you need him. he never wants to feel that fear again. itâs suffocating. it crushes his lungs.
all he can do is hold you close, his big palm smoothing down your hair, the back of your head, your spine. warm and comforting. keeping you steady against him. he can feel your heartbeat, rapid and anxious, so fast that his heart aches. satoru is eager to soothe you, eager to make it go away.
âiâm here, baby,â he breathes, rubbing his cheek against the side of your head. âyouâre safe now.â
the words are spoken softly, right by your ear, and you exhale a shaky breath. youâre bundling up his clothing with your fists, anchoring yourself to him. after a little while, you let go, opting to wrap your arms around his midriff instead. nuzzling into his broad chest, you try to blink away your tears and contain your sniffles.
you nod against him, and satoru kisses the crown of your head.
and, finally, his gaze strays. it falls farther down the street, until it lands on a certain man â shifting from one foot to another. watching you both in silence.
the calamity inside his chest rouses from its slumber, once more.
satoru makes sure to keep his hands on you, still rubbing your back with one steady palm cradling the back of your head. keeping your face hidden in his chest, safe and secure.
then he raises his head, back straight, full height on display as his eyes meet the strangerâs. he can tell they do, even with the distance, the darkness of the street.
and satoru knows he looks menacing. he knows the light of the lamppost illuminates his figure perfectly, framing his tall stature and broad shoulders. and he knows the moonlight caressing his skin illuminates his face, his cold eyes â blue and uncanny, glowing even brighter than the moon. staring daggers into the manâs soul. if looks could kill, there wouldnât even be any remains left to find.
the man stiffens, visibly, and satoru delights in it. he doesnât leave, though, and for a second satoru wonders if heâs really intoxicated enough to come closer âÂ
but, sure enough, all he does is stagger a little. then he walks away, grumbling under his breath, hands in his pockets.
and satoru isnât satisfied, with this conclusion. not in the slightest. he wants to run up to the man, wants to hold him up by the throat, wants to tell him off. because he has the nerve to terrorize someone like that, stalk them with intentions he knows canât be anything but revolting. the nerve to do that to you, of all the people in the world â
satoru doesnât know if heâs hated anyone quite as much.Â
and a part of him wants to make him cower. make him fear for his life, just to make sure he never does anything like this again. leave him with a fear so great itâll linger for as long as heâs alive.
(and a more animalistic side of satoru, one he doesnât want to acknowledge, wants to do things that are much, much worse.)
â but you come first. without question, and without exception. he refuses to leave you alone, and refuses to make you look at the man for even a second more.Â
so heâll focus on you, entirely.
he can tell youâre still shaken up, heartbeat pulsating against him, little flutters of life prickling his skin. thereâs a desperation in the way you hug his waist, like he could disappear at any moment. like heâll slip away if you donât keep him close. the sight tugs at satoruâs heartstrings.Â
his first priority is to soothe you, always and forever. so thatâs exactly what he does.
satoru smiles. itâs small, in the wake of the situation, but awfully sincere. fingers reaching down to trace over your jaw, he gently urges you to look at him; when you do so, hesitant, he cups your cheek with his palm.
your teary eyes feel like daggers to his heart, an unmistakable proof of his failure. his failure to protect you, to keep you safe and happy. but at the same time, heâs glad, from the bottom of his heart â that youâd let him see you like this. even after everything.
you look very meek, blinking the tears away as you look into his eyes. theyâre bright, and comforting. you wonder if he left the shades at home, if he rushed over here so hurriedly that he didnât think to bring them with him. youâre happy, in any case â the effect they have on you is undeniable.Â
you canât bring yourself to look away, consoled by the flickers of white inside his irises, like fluffy clouds in the blue sky. ever-lasting, never-changing.
satoru tilts his head, smile sweet and understanding. âthat was scary, hm?âÂ
his voice is tender, somehow so mature. like heâs some older, wiser being, comforting a scared child. itâs so soothing, so very grounding.
squeezing your eyes shut, you can only bring yourself to nod, as you nuzzle back into his chest.
âyouâre okay now, honey,â satoru coos, smoothing down your back as you sniffle. an immense softness seeps through his whisper. âiâll always be here to protect you.â
thereâs a truth to the statement, heavy and pious. like an oath, a pledge, something for you to believe in unquestioningly. you allow yourself to soak in the words, knowing them to be true.
youâre safe, now. thereâs nothing to be afraid of anymore. satoruâs here, and heâs hugging you, pressing kisses against your shoulder.
but you just canât stop crying.
when you speak up, your voice is weak, barely above a whisper. close to breaking apart at the seams. too tired after everything to resist the guilt inside your veins, you sniffle, and part your lips.
âiâm sorry i yelled at you.â
satoru stills.
then, his gaze softens, considerably. he hears himself coo, softly, palm smoothing down the back of your head.Â
his sweet angel. apologizing to him, when heâs the one who started this whole mess. when youâre still so shaken up. because he let you leave the house angry, because he made you angry in the first place. because he didnât see how important the discussion was to you.
(âyouâre not even listening.â)
yeah. he wasnât. he didnât really want to.
an acute sense of shame. an intense guilt. thatâs what heâs been trying to push down, all this time. thatâs the unnamed something.Â
itâs hard for him. to be as sincere as you, as open with his feelings and emotions. as mature. because even in a situation like this, you can swallow your pride and frustration, and apologize. even when you arenât in the wrong. youâre always the bigger person, always the one to give in first, because heâs too stubborn to do so himself.
next time, satoru pledges, he wonât let you. next time heâll be the one to swallow his pride.
because, yes, being vulnerable and admitting that he was in the wrong makes him feel a little like heâs being skewered alive â but youâre important to him. he loves you. and he wants you to know how much he trusts you, how special you truly are.Â
if he can show you that, by being a little sincere, a little serious, then any discomfort he feels in the process is a small price to pay.
satoruâs lips meet the crown of your head, as he encircles your smaller frame, arms reaching around your neck to pull you close. he rests his jaw lightly on the top of your head, breathing in your scent. âyou have nothing to apologize for, baby.â
a pause lingers between the words heâs already said and the ones he yearns to say, but canât seem to pull out from within his throat. it takes effort, to squeeze them out; but every time he replays your own apology in his mind, it gets a little easier. he squeezes you lightly before opening his mouth, as if to give him strenght.
âiâm sorry.â
you blink.Â
for once, satoru sounds sincere when he apologizes â almost painfully so. bordering on something you think may be nervosity. you try to look up, to catch a glimpse of his expression, but he keeps you hidden in the crook of his neck.
âi was being immature,â he continues, sighing. you donât know if youâve ever heard satoru sound so uncomfortable. âyou know how bad i am with this stuff. but i never want to â you know.âÂ
he makes a gesture with one of his hands, as if that will say the words for him.
ââ i didnât mean to upset you. honestly.â satoru inhales the cold air, in hopes itâll make him more honest. âyouâre the best thing thatâs ever happened to me.â
you listen. intently, not missing a word, not a single tilt of his voice. it all sounds so genuine, almost foreign on his tongue. satoru seems to be trying to find the right words, grumbling a little under his breath.Â
heâs cute, like this. kind of awkward, but that only makes him cuter. you nuzzle closer to him, comforted by his very existence.
â⌠iâll work on it,â he whispers, at last. âiâll listen to you. i promise. i really, really will.âÂ
you think satoruâs voice wavers, just a little, when he says his final piece.Â
âso please donât cry.â
this time, satoru doesnât stop you when you attempt to lift your gaze, loosening his arms around you and raising his head from where it rests on top of yours.Â
your eyes meet. satoru is smiling, weakly. he tilts his head, looking at you with something you could only ever describe as love.
âokay?â
such a lovely smile. so painfully genuine. his eyes are on full display, shining in the dark of the night, like splotches of moonlight. like someone stole the moon down to earth, and carved out little pieces to put in his irises. an ethereal hue.
heâs so gorgeous. hair just a tad messy, tousled from all the running he did to get here. cheeks a little red from the cold. when he smiles, his eyes crinkle. but he looks almost pained.Â
(he was so, so worried.)
blinking away the tears clinging to your lashes, you simply stare, entirely mesmerized by the sight. satoruâs thumb goes to wipe at your glassy eyes, smoothing away the drops that threaten to fall. you want to engrave his expression into your memory, so you can never forget it. but itâs just a little too much.
so you hide in his chest, once more. the word that falls from your lips is tiny. âokay.â
satoru smiles, kissing the top of your head with a relieved exhale. bathing in your presence, still reeling from his show of vulnerability. he feels a little like he just cut himself open, let you peek inside his ribcage. the night air stings his skin.Â
but youâre so warm, hugging him tightly, breathing and heartbeat finally relaxed.Â
(he doesnât mind it, not if itâs you â having you look inside his chest. if you asked, heâd let you build a shelter there. right between his fourth and fifth ribs.)
now that the words are out of his throat, they donât burn at all. satoru feels a little silly, for being so scared to say them out loud. he knows youâd never use them against him.
all you do is snuggle closer, as if silently conveying your forgiveness.
you stand there for just a little while longer, wallowing in the tender atmosphere. finally, satoru makes a move to leave, and you begin to walk back home.
âsure youâre okay now, baby?â
you nod, exhaling a flurry breath. it turns into vapour in the cold of the air, drifting up and dissipating in the expanding starry sky. âyeah. thanks for coming so quickly.â
âof course,â satoru only says, choking back a yawn.Â
your hands are intertwined, and heâs halfheartedly swinging them back and forth. it soothes your anxiety, and satoruâs protective instincts. you know neither of you will slip away, like this.
you shiver a little, subconsciously inching closer to satoru to protect you from the harsh bite of the midnight breeze. he notices, giving you a glance and a tilt of his head. âyou cold?���Â
âjust a little,â you mutter, smiling weakly as you look up at him. âiâm fine.â
satoru huffs. did you really think heâd be dissuaded by such a weak retort? thereâs no way heâs letting you walk around all cold and shivering.Â
so you come to a standstill, as satoru begins to shrug off his coat. he refuses to let go of your hand for even a second, making the process slower than usual â your heart flutters a little, as his fingers curl around yours, delicately.Â
when he finally gets it off him, he wastes no time in draping it over your shoulders. itâs big on you, warm and soft, shielding you from the chilly air. satoru canât help but giggle sheepishly, as he always does at the sight â you look so cute.Â
âcâmon. letâs go home,â he grins, ruffling your hair teasingly.
satoru doesnât feel cold, not in the slightest, as he holds your hand tightly. just your presence is enough to warm his bones to the marrow.
the silence between you is comforting and soothing, as you continue to walk. hand in hand, admiring the starry sky. youâre both too tired to speak â but satoru does so, anyway.
âi meant it, yâknow.â satoru sounds sleepy, but earnest. âi really will work on it.â
he doesnât look at you when he says it, yawning softly and stretching his free arm. gaze fixed on the morning star.Â
âoh.â you pause, squirming a little. sheepish. âthank you. iâm sorry that i â i mean.â a sigh. âi probably overreacted a little.â
satoru shakes his head, waving off your guilt. ânah. youâre right. i never want you to feel like iâm not taking you seriously.â
his gaze meets yours, tentatively. his eyes shine like wedding rings. âyou mean a lot to me.â
the sincere words manifest themselves as a heavy pressure to your chest, closing in on your heart as if crushing it. itâs a pleasant sensation, though, overwhelming as it is. youâre a little scared that your knees will buckle if he keeps this up, but even if they do, you wouldnât want him to stop â satoruâs love is terrifically overwhelming when thereâs nothing to hide it, when itâs just love and nothing else.
but youâd never reject it. youâd let it crush you to death with a smile on your face.
all you can do is avert your gaze, afraid that youâll fall into the blue sea of his eyes if you donât. heavy thumps of blood resound in your ears as your heart beats, warmth spreading throughout your entire body.
â⌠you mean a lot to me, too.â you echo, holding his hand just a little tighter. warmth rises to your cheeks. âi just felt really frustrated, i guess. like you were looking down on me. i know you werenât actually, though.â
satoru chews at the inside of his cheek, almost anxiously. âi know i can be a little much sometimes,â he says, tasting the words on his tongue. âand i appreciate you for putting up with that. iâm sorry i let it go too far. iâll be more considerate.â
your heart stutters in your chest. youâre not sure what to say â the way he forms his words makes them feel so absolute. and you believe him.
âiâll be more considerate, too,â you echo, looking down at the pavement. âi shouldnât have blown up like that.â a pause. you mumble, quietly, a little embarrassed. âi shouldnât have told you to go fuck yourself.â
satoru breathes out an amused huff, chuckling lightheartedly. his eyes carry a teasing glint when they meet yours. âi probably deserved that. no worries.â
âstill,â you pout. satoru giggles.Â
âweâll both work on it, then,â he hums, tilting his head to find your gaze. âright?â
you blink. a small smile breaks out across your face. âright.â
satoru swings your hands back and forth, looking awfully happy with himself. youâre proud of him. really.
âoh ââ he says, breaking the sleepy silence once again. âand iâll stop leaving wrappers around, too.â
this time, youâre the one who huffs out an amused breath. âthank you,â you grin, looking up at him. he thinks the sight is terribly precious.
a yawn leaves your lips, drowsiness sneaking its way into your bloodstream. youâre not sure if itâs due to the dark, or if youâre just a tad exhausted after all the arguing and panicking.
satoru notices, and gets an idea.
âyou tired, baby?â he coos, eyes teasing but soft around the edges. âdâyou want a piggyback ride?âÂ
when you give him a look, sleepy and kind of exasperated, satoru grins. you huff out an amused breath, just a tad embarrassed, but it only spurs him on.
so he crouches down, one knee meeting the pavement, letting your hand slip from his. you blink, tiredly, at the loss of contact. you canât see his face, but you know heâs wearing that lovesick, smug little grin of his.Â
âcâmon. your big, strong boyfriendâll carry you.â
satoruâs feeling playful, you can tell. thatâs usually a bad sign â but you canât deny that youâre tired. and the prospect of getting carried all the way home is eerily tempting.Â
your gaze falls on his back, and his broad shoulders. silently, you walk towards him, and wrap your arms around his neck. satoru holds you up by your thighs, and then stands up, jostling you a little; he does so without a hitch, and youâre reminded of how strong he really is. his grip is secure, and you trust him not to drop you, no matter what.Â
you let out a content sigh, basking in the chill of the midnight air as you nuzzle your cheek against his soft hair. satoru chuckles.
âmy sleepy lilâ sweetheart,â he coos, voice a tad raspy. âlucky thing youâve got me, huh?â
thereâs a softness to his voice, despite the teasing tilt obscuring it. you can only huff out a breath, somewhere between a chuckle and a scoff, and cling to him tighter.
satoru will get you home safe. he can be annoying, outright insufferable, and he can be bad with emotions â but you can always, always trust him on that.Â
so, with his coat shielding you from the chilly air, and his back warming you up as he carries you back to your apartment, you allow your eyes to flutter shut; enjoying the cozy feeling his presence brings you.
heâll always be there when you need him.
#NOBODY LOOK AT MEEEEE i was having a gojo moment ok.#i just think hes. the perfect man. a silly goofy princess 98% of the time but when u need him to be there hes so comforting n secure.#i Need him.#also obsessed w the idea of gojo only calling u âhoneyâ when hes being particularly sincere like that does smth to me man.#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#gojo satoru#gojo x reader
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I know this scene has been redrawn a million times over but I had to
#iâm never getting over this#fellas is it gay to patiently wait with your police partner for the tide to recede#because you know this is so important for him to discover on his own#like you could just tell him but he needs to figure it out he needs this#even though itâs hard and horrible he needs to really know#and then to be tenderly comforted for this very bleak situation#anyway#disco elysium#kim kitsuragi#harry du bois#harrykim#kimharry#fanart#I used those fuckass paint pens I keep seeing on tiktok#theyâre actually pretty fun to use#but they rip the shit out of paper#even the nice sheets it comes with
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Prompt 297
âI feel like we should be concerned about Tim.âÂ
âHonestly we should always be concerned about him, but what made you realize it this time?âÂ
âHave you seen his search history- wait no you havenât you havenât been in the cave all day, look at this-â
â...'Is it legal to adopt the ghost of a kid? Can someone call CPS on a familyâs ghost? How to take care of ghosts 101? How do you get a ghost of a child to not be scared? What to do if you find ghost children in your home? What the fuckâŚ?âÂ
âExactly, I think he needs an intervention.âÂ
Or in other words, after getting thrown into another dimension thanks to the GIW destroying most of Amity, a trio of ghost children decide to crash in this seemingly abandoned apartment building. No one seems to live here anyway⌠Tim Drake on the other hand, gets a notification that thereâs someone in his main safehouse that he mightâve slightly forgotten about thanks to having his house-boat now, and sees a trio of starved looking ghost kids
#DCxDP#DPxDC#Prompts#De aged Danny#De aged Jazz#De aged Dan#Not seen is Ellie also there but in Core form because sheâs too unstable to form a body again yet#Timâs family is concerned for his sanity#Tim calling his co-dependent hero friends like Kon & Bart: How do you get a child- wait no not like that#Bernard is laughing at him on the phone & asking for pics#The ghost kids have no clue theyâve been adopted yet#Theyâre hella traumatized & just relieved to have found shelter#Might cry in the very comfortable blankets#Tim: Okay how the fuck do I help these literal dead kids without scaring them away#Tim: Someone call Greta I need her help-
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unlimited gifs of min yoongi â 34/?
#yoongi#suga#bts#min yoongi#btsgif#my gifs#yoongi gifs#unlimited yoongi#bringing back this series because i miss him#and i need some debut yoongi to comfort me
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no thoughts just hugging mammon with everything you have and crying into the nape of his neck while he hugs you just as tight, just as hard, just as desperately, but also so gently because heâs afraid heâll break you with how delicate you are right now.
no thoughts just slumping against him after crying out everything left in you and falling asleep while he still holds onto you and kisses the crown of your head because he knows you wonât notice.
no thoughts just his heart breaking because if he had his way he would take your pain onto himself in a heartbeat but he canât and thatâs what hurts the most.
no thoughts just mammon staying with you like that the whole night and checking your pulse occasionally and feeling relieved at itâs presence because it means youâre still here with him.
no thoughts just falling asleep with your first man and having him treat you like youâre the most precious thing in all of the three realms.
no thoughts; just mammon being your rock like he always is.
#sorry guys the mental illness has been mental illness-ing and i just need my bf rn. i wuv him forreal#obey me swd#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me mammon#mammon obey me#om! mammon#mammon#mammon avatar of greed#mammonobeyme#the great mammon#mammon x gender neutral reader#mammon x me#mammon x y/n#mammon x you#mammon x mc#mammon x reader#swd mammon#mammon fluff#mammon angst#obey me x reader#obey me x you#obey me x gender neutral reader#swd obey me!#obey me x y/n#obey me x mc#obey me shall we date mammon#shall we date mammon#mammon headcannons#obey me comfort
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i want a gentle jason
Jason who kisses his way up your body when you're coming down from your high. He whispers a hushed 'you okay ma?' in your ear because he cares
Jason who cleans you up with a soft towel against your delicate skin with eyes burning with just how much he loves you
Jason who will shower with you if you're up for it, constantly kissing your neck, your shoulders, anywhere his bitten lips could reach as his hands lovingly spread suds around your body
Jason who brings you a warmed and fluffy towel and wraps you up in it, making you look like the most adorable burrito he's ever seen
Jason who rubs you down with expensive oils, creams and butters, making sure your skin stays soft for the next time he's itching to devour you
Jason who helps you back into your (his) comfy clothes, while whispering all of the million and one reasons he'll love you forever
Jason who massages your hips, back and thighs, while also smoothing his lips over his previous bites he left on your heated skin and maybe leaving some more
Jason who rubs firm and gentle circles into your lower tummy, the place where he felt his length protruding from mere minutes ago, to soothe the ache he must have left
Jason who kisses you to sleep with his limbs wound tightly around you, mentally praying for your touch to never leave him
Jason who leaves your sleeping body only to make you breakfast the next morning: french toast with fluffy pancakes with syrups and jams of your choice
Jason who battles with his own mind about his self worth and weather or not you should be with someone better. But he would rather (literally) die than have you thinking the same. You're perfect. End of story.
Jason who would burn the whole world down if misfortune ever dared to reveal itself to you. Nothing will ever hurt you. Nothing will ever stop him from looking down and seeing those bright, sparkling eyes and sheepish smile. He swears on his next grave.
#jason todd#jason todd x reader#red hood#jason peter todd#jason todd x you#jason todd smut#red hood x reader#dcu#jason todd comfort#jason todd fanfiction#dc jason todd#jason todd fic#jason todd fluff#jason todd headcanon#jason todd imagine#jason todd x black!reader#robin jason todd#red hood imagine#red hood x you#red hood smut#arkham knight#arkham knight x reader#jason todd soft#god i need him#i need him biblically#i want to bite him#need him so bad
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