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#zosan#one piece#roronoa zoro#sanzo#sanji#ikd Some Domestic Shit#they're in love your honor#have some fluff#this is subtle but I think it's obvious it's them
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When you make pumpkin pie but you live 20 feet away from a pig who has over 1,000 scent receptors and also loves pie
Inspired by the bedrockverse rp series: [x]
.Click for quality. Don’t repost to other sites.
#emerald duo#Technoblade#Philza#technoblade fanart#philza fanart#c!technoblade#c!philza#dsmp#dialogue from bedrockverse#inspired by bedrockverse and mrtechnodad’s reddit posts#piggy :)#have some fluff#it’s pumpkin pie season and I’m having the emotions#my art#I can’t work on this any more otherwise my iPad will crash
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In the Jeep community there's a trend called ducking where you put a rubber duck on another owner's Jeep. It's like, supposed to be a symbol of "I like your style."
So imagine Stiles being ducked the first time. He gets out of class and there's a duck on his windshield. He puts it out on display proudly like "Look at me, I'm popular!"
He's just a happy guy that someone felt the need to duck him.
So Derek just keeps doing it. Finding new and interesting ducks on Amazon or in the store, sometimes two or three at a time. Every time Stiles is just happy and showing off the newest duck, keeping them in their own little space.
It continues in college, Derek being sure to find some way to duck him when he least expects it. Stiles always so happy about getting a new one.
And Derek finally works up the courage to buy the little werewolf duck and puts it on the jeep seat one Christmas when Stiles is home. But Stiles doesn't say anything about that one, he doesn't even mention it.
Derek feels silly and just goes home but he finds a little duck in plaid on his windshield and turns around to see Stiles like.
"Thanks for the ducks"
#Sterek#stiles x derek#derek x stiles#welcome to the hale mouth#Sometimes I just think of cute fluff#Also doesn't help I saw the werewolf duck when looking for a coding buddy#And was like how cute would that be#So here you go#Have some fluff
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Ways to a Mandalorian's soul: baby smooches and fingerprints on their visor
#art#artists on tumblr#illustration#illustrators on tumblr#star wars#swocs#mandalorian#togruta#melonography#melons ocs#tefir#winter#hiii i live#have some fluff
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Dean and Cas. Morning.
#stuff by mariel#fan art#spn#spn fan art#dean winchester#destiel#castiel#supernatural#have some fluff#they DESERVE IT
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a little late but anon wanted some ghostroach fluff after the recent angst and I finally got around to doing it
anyways the idea I was going for this was maybe some post-discharged domesticity?? just a married couple having a little moment in the grey weather, finding some warmth between each other <33 hope y’all like it!!
#simon ghost riley#gary roach sanderson#ghostroach#ghost x roach#bug and boo#call of duty modern warfare#cod#cod fanart#call of duty#simon riley#gary sanderson#milky art#my art#domestic fluff#have some fluff#ghost purposely doesn’t bring a scarf so he can do this to roach (roach knows <3)#cod roach#cod ghost
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"Stop being so damn sweet, Your giving me terrible impulses.." Robin snorted as she pressed another soft kiss to her architect's jaw, the soft content hum her affection earned her only further instigated her dotting.
"Impulses..?" Her architect asked softly tilting his head curiously, she could hear his intrigue but the poor precursor was far too distracted indulging in her attention then to pry any further into the less then innocent comment.
"Yes very invasive ones…" Robin laughed giving into the urge to kiss the side of his neck, trying her damnest to catch one of the anxious streaks of light racing over her carapace.
"Oh…Yes I believe I understand…" Al-an sighed, his claws contently playing in her long braids as he waited patiently for his human to get her fill of him.
"Oh..do you..?" Robin asked curiously.
"Yes, intrusive musings, I often experience these phenomenon when i encounter your coffee machine and contemplate my experiences with it.."
"Hahaha! What..?" Robin couldn't help herself, a mirth filled snort escapes her lips.
"Do you find my unfortunate encounter with your overwhelming bean stimulant amusing Robin..?"
Al-an huffed, a claw idly lifting her chin, angling her face up to meet his eyeless face.
"No..no..i just-" Robin was over taken by the laughter, made even more prominent when her architect blazed an incredulous yellow.
"It was not." Al-an moped broodingly.
"Okay, okay…i know" Robin snickered getting another soft kiss against her cheek for her indiscretion.
"You are still laughing. Perhaps i should recount some of your more questionable decisions in the past year…" Al-an sniffed, pinching her side gently.
"Don't be salty, that was one hundred percent your fault big guy." Robin squeaked with laughter, betting away her testy architect.
"Our vessels require very little salt, I am however experiencing a critical deficit in suger…" Al-an deadpanned rather urgently.
"You are..? No wait. Really Al-an!?" Robin wheezes equally appalled and amused by the terrible pick up line.
"Robin, please utilize haste, I require your aid, carry on." Al-an insisted, pressing forward for his demand.
"Holy sol, your rotten, fine you win." Robin huffed far more flustard then she rightfully should have been at the silly joke.
She didn't even try to stop the laugh the bubbled up when her architect gives a satisfactory hum.
#al an#al an x robin#robin ayou#robin/al an#al an subnautica#Sbz#subnautica below zero#subnatica below zero#subnautica alan#Al-an#al-an/robin#Have some fluff#Your daily dose of Al-an's smooth pick up lines.#ASAAPS#The coffee incident
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Didnae take yer for a dancer, Ghost
I'm full of surprises, Johnny
I've been very sick but I finally finished the sketch! :]
the pose reference
#SoapGhost#GhostSoap#cod mw2#CoD MW2#Soap MacTavish#John Soap MacTavish#Simon Riley#Simon Ghost Riley#gummmyart#have some fluff#i do imagine Ghost knows how to dance for some reason#and Soap just goes along with it#except he gets a bit nervous when Ghost pulls out the big moves
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Hold Me
Ruggie x childhood friend reader
Haven’t you’ve been through this before?
Don’t take things that aren’t yours.
Unfortunately, this particular lesson didn’t seem to sink in fully when you were a child. In terms of survival, being morally upright was less important than survival.
Emotional satisfaction cannot fill an empty stomach. Stolen food packs can.
This leads to you running down the street, feet hitting the ground like the pitter patter of rain, beating an erratic rhythm into the concrete ground. Shoving aside wave after wave of people, you squeezed through the crowd, body twisting and turning like water.
Flow through the crowds. Well, that would have been easier with molecules that could Slide Over each other. Unfortunately, you're solid. Your molecules seemed perfectly content to remain in their fixed positions.
Boo, Human anatomy. How limited, constrainting even. It’s such a shame, being binded to one form, and one form alone.
A step into the great big shadow of a building, sliding into the alleyways of the town. Darting from wall to wall, hand never too far from the meal pack slapping against your thigh. Every time the plastic rustled, you glanced at it, tightening your hold on it. Creases jut into your palm, pressing red streaks into it.
Red jagged lines of lightning, flowing through your palms, running through your veins. Giving you enough energy to run through winding alleys, darting through twists and turns.
Well, it wasn’t called Twisted Wonderland for nothing.
Finally, the footsteps behind you faded into silence. Your surroundings seemed calmer, the only sound the rustling of dried leaves. Leaning onto a wall, you tried to catch your breath. Chest heaving up and down, sweat dripping from your brow. Exhaustion creeping in, slithering up your spine with a vengeance.
Hands rough from labour reached out for your face, cupping your cheeks gently. You stare into smoky grey eyes, filled with concern. A pair of animal ears twitched, fur bouncing like clouds with every movement.
“I’m back, Ruggie.” You manage a shaky grin, before passing the bag over to him. He swats your hand away, before pulling your arm over his shoulder. Nudging you to lean into him, Ruggie staggers a little, before he starts to move forward.
“Wasn’t it my turn to steal today?”
You laugh, before giving his nose a little poke, sniggering at the way he scrunches it up.
“I wanted some exercise. Don’t worry too much.”
Ruggie lets out a groan. Tired of your antics, perhaps. But in the Afterglow Savana, neighbours look out for each other. Ruggie was studying for Night Raven College anyway. If anyone was to go find food, it would be you.
“You’re awful, you know?”
You let a smirk slide across your face.
“Just make it big out there, Ruggie. Make it big for us.”
He looks into your eyes, an unnaturally sober expression for him. It was jarring, a stark contrast to the smug grin he always seemed to sport. His fingers curled around yours, so tight that you could feel his pulse racing into your skin.
“I’ll make it big for ya’, do you hear me? I’ll do it for you. You’ll never have to run another day in your life.”
A warm tint to your cheeks. You avert your gaze, only for him to loosen his hold, gently pressing into your cheek, bringing your gaze back to his face. A small smile plays on his lips, a pink flush on his cheeks.
“I love you.”
“Ruggie, Ruggie Bucchi, is that a confession-“
The pink intensifies, blooming into a deep red. Ruggie leans forward, pressing a kiss into your lips. A kiss as light as the brush of a feather, but it left both of you speechless all the same.
You stand there for a while, before you reach out to him, entwining your fingers with his hair.
“Ruggie Bucchi, you’re an idiot.”
Before you press your lips into his.
#twisted wonderland#twisted wonderland x reader#ruggie bucchi#Ruggie Bucchi x reader#Ruggie#Ruggie x reader#twst Ruggie#have some fluff#Lucky Potion🔹
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My fic for the MCYTblr Holiday Exchange! For @hydrobugz, beta'd by the wonderful @blocky-tides
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Grian Dreamslayer, Ex-Watcher and Evo Admin, was bored. His executive function had decided that he didn’t need to be productive in the time he had set aside for working. No, instead his useless brain thought that what he really needed was to lie on some chests and let his thoughts run, because that always turned out great.
He considered going to bother X, but didn’t want to get up from his (uncomfortable but simultaneously the only place he could be without becoming even more restless and despondent) sprawl across one of his several chest monsters.
He was just dozing off when he was QUITE RUDELY awoken by one ImpulseSV yelling in his ear.
“Grian Grian Grian Grian Grian wake up! Wake up!”
Halfheartedly swatting him away, he rolled over to try to see what was going on, but forgot that he had sprawled on the edge of his chest monster, and fell flat on his face. Onto Impulse’s boots. 0 stars, would not recommend. The laces hurt your face. Grian should make laceless boots, they’d be better to fall on.
“Gri? You gonna move, bud?”
Oh yeah. Impulse.
“No, I live here now.”
Problem solved. Grian wins. At life. Yeah.
“Grian, I will call Gem. You don’t want to get Gem angry, right? Remember what happened to Etho. You need to build the back of Dwayne. It’s an eyesore, and Scar just built a castle, you can build half a base,” Impulse said, presumably staring down at him with a stern look on his face.
“Nooooooooooo :(“ Grian whined, pouting. Rolling closer to Impulse so that he laid curled around Impulse’s legs.
“How did you make that sound with your face. Grian. Grian how,” Impulse said, a look of utter horror written across his features.
“Don’t worry about it!” Grian said, grinning in a way that stretched his void-black eyes just so to strike fear into even a mines-hardened dwarf like Impulse.
“Grian,” He half-pleaded, half-sighed, a weary look on his face, the look of a man who has seen the Horrors (Grian, sleep deprived).
“:)”
Suffice to say, Grian didn’t have to finish the back of his base, and instead chugged a Slowness potion right after a Weakness to send himself into the closest thing he had to the sweet release of death on a respawn server, sleep. Doing that in the middle of the day had the unfortunate side effect of making him wake up at 3 AM and go for a night walk, terrifying Cub, who just wanted some water.
2.
“Hey Xisuma!” Grian said, sock-sliding into the room where the poor overworked admin was sitting at his desk doing smart-people work.
“What now, Grian,” Xisuma sighed, already anticipating Grian’s antics, spinning around in his gamer chair. (He denied it’s true nature, but Grian and Pearl had gotten it for him in the first place, it was supposed to help with posture, and the description that the seller had given it was ‘Posture Correcting Chair for Gamers’, so there Xisuma)
“Your desk is very messy for someone who works on code, notably not on paper,” Grian said, fully off-topic from what he originally came in to do.
“Why are you of all people here, Grian? Normally you avoid me at all costs until you’ve finished the back of your base, which you haven’t done. So what is your plan here, Gri?” Xisuma said, tenting his fingers like one of those old-timey movie villains.
“You look like that old guy, what's-his-face … DR EVIL! That's it. You look like Dr Evil. You know, from the movies?” Grian clapped his hands in a satisfied manner at having figured that out. “Anyways, I was wondering for no particular reason if you knew how to sew or weave anything, just for funsies.” Grian tried to look innocent, but Xisuma had seen him in the midst of prank wars several times too often to be fooled, and had to clean up his messes far too many times.
“Grian, go build your base. I can tell from experience when you are hiding something or trying to get out of doing something, and right now, I see both. Stop procrastinating.” Xisuma said sternly, turning back to his Very Important Server Business and leaving Grian to find his way out of his base.
“Fine, I’ll just ask Pearl, I didn’t need you anyways, Ixay-Soomay-Vhoyad. Harrumph.” Grian muttered, standing there for a few moments waiting for Xisuma to change his mind. When Xisuma didn’t, Grian turned around, striding out of the base, arms crossed and nose scrunched up angrily.
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Grian shot off a rocket to propel himself over Decked Out 2, taking a moment to admire just how much effort had gone and was still going into it. He waved to Tango, who was working on the exterior of the base, doing a loop-de-loop in the air as the blazeborne smiled up at him, then continued on his journey to the lands of Soup, also known as Gem, Impulse, and Pearl’s bases.
A few minutes later, he alighted atop the great alien fungus that one PearlescentMoon called home, and (after sneezing a few times, alien pollen apparently still triggers allergies) began trying to get his friend to snap out of her building focus.
“PEARL HELP!”
That should do the trick.
Sure enough, a second later he spotted her take off from her workplace on some rocks, and fly towards him.
“Grian, what? What’s happening? Why did you yell? Are you okay?” She said, landing next to him with her sword out, scanning the area for any danger.
“I didn’t want to walk around looking for you, your base is too big!” He said, bouncing over and bumping his head against her shoulder affectionately.
“Grina, you scared me, jeez. You are such a nugget.” She chided, putting her sword away and slumping.
“Sorry… anyways, do you know where I can acquire a bolt of fabric large enough to cover an area the size of the back of a base, for reasons of shenanigans?” Grian asked.
“Oooo, what shenanigans? I want in!” Pearl replied, excited with the prospect of a reprieve from her work.
Grian hesitated. Pearl was one of the most dedicated builders on the server, and he knew from personal experience that she was more than capable of knocking some sense into him if she thought he needed it.
Pearl gave him a knowing look, “You’re procrastinating.”
It wasn’t a question.
“My base,” Grian sighed. The cat was out of the bag, he might as well go all in.
“Gri, I’m not going to lecture you, because I know you know what I’m going to say, and when Xisuma gets on your tail about it you’re going to hear the unabridged version whether you like it or not. Now, all that said, what were you planning on doing with those large amounts of fabric?”
“I was going to fashion it up into a cape to cover the back of my base and call it finished,” Grian said, slightly sheepish but knowing that Pearl would find the idea hilarious.
Sure enough, Pearl bonked her head against his and let out a laugh, “Gri! Oh, that’s amazing.”
He was about to ask if she would help him even still when she grabbed his arm and started dragging him over to her giant mushroom house.
“C’mon Grian! We’re having SOUP!”
4.
[JoeHills] hey grian, are you available to help me get wood? behind cleo’s base
[Grian] sure! omw
Grian rocketed through the Nether tunnels, beautifully built by Tango and his helpers, and one of the best ways to get around. As he came up on Cleo’s portal, he sent a quick message to Joe.
[Grian] @ cleo’s portal
[Grian] almost there
Shaking off the vertigo that always accompanied going though Nether Portals, he emerged into the daylight, only to be met with a stern looking XisumaVoid and one JoeHills standing behind him, looking slightly ashamed.
“Sorry, Grian! He made me do it.” Joe said, running back to his base.
“Grian,” Xisuma stated. “You can’t put it off forever, the season’s almost over. You and I both know it will haunt you forever if you don’t finish before we leave.”
He was right, however much Grian didn’t want to admit it.
“I know, but ‘Suma-”
“No ‘buts’, Grian!”
Hehe. Butts.
“Fine, I’ll go try and get some work done, but you know how it is. No guarantees, never guarantees.” He said, all the defiance seeping out of him and leaving a quiet tiredness behind.
“That’s all I can ask for, Grian.”
“Do you have chocolate to give me in exchange?” Grian asked, not expecting anything to come of it but still wanting to try.
“I have chocolate!” Cleo said from around the corner, having apparently been there the whole time.
“Give please,” Grian said, making grabby hands towards her, moving on quickly from her eavesdropping and leaving the bad vibes behind, he didn’t need that in his life.
The chocolate was very good, it was the fancy dark chocolate that melted on your tongue and that Grian would kill and die for.
“Cleo, we’ve talked about this! Listening to other people’s conversations is not okay.” Xisuma said, not over the negativity. He needed some crystals, Grian had heard somewhere that citrine might be good for calming? He wasn’t sure. It helped with something!
“Chocolate?” Cleo asked, ignoring Xisuma, he wasn’t the boss of her. Snapping off a piece, she handed it to the admin.
“Are you trying to bribe me?” Xisuma asked incredulously.
“Is it working?”
In the commotion of an increasingly weary Xisuma trying to impart some life lessons onto Cleo, Grian managed to slip away and headed back to his base to ‘work on his base’ (aka go find Jellie for some stress relief).
+1
Grian rolled over in his bed, groaning as the sunlight hit his eyes. He usually had the curtains closed, that’s weird.
“Grian! Wake up!” Gem exclaimed.
Why was Gem here?
“All the Hermits are here! We’re going to help you build your base!”
Okay then.
Wait. What? His base?
“Pearl, X, and Joe helped arrange it! It’s our Hermits Helping Hermits project this week.”
That makes sense.
Gem ran outside, and Grian followed somewhat bemusedly and still tired from being abruptly woken up. As he stepped out onto his scaffolding, he stopped dead in his tracks.
All the Hermits were there. Gem wasn’t kidding. Cub and Cleo seemed to be competing over who could place trapdoors the fastest, while Joe fueled both the argument from the sidelines working in a crafting table where he was rapidly filling double chests with materials.
To their right, Impulse, Etho, and Tango were laughing while Bdubs squawked indignantly, most likely the (lighthearted) butt of a joke.
Directly beneath them were Mumbo and Scar, who seemed to have gotten distracted, with Mumbo looking over Scar’s prosthetic supports for his back and legs while Scar waved his hands as he did when he was off on a tangent. Even from a distance, Grian could hear the words ‘Stormtroopers’ and ‘rides’, so he could make an educated guess that he was talking about Scar’s recurring hyperfixation, Disneyland.
The other Hermits were scattered around, all laughing and chatting and working on parts of the base.
He was snapped back to the present by Xisuma and Pearl landing right in front of him and Gem. Pearl beaming and Xisuma’s body language conveying happiness too, albeit a little more reserved.
“Pearl, ‘Suma, this is amazing! I- You- Why-. I have no words.”
Not knowing how to articulate the unabashed joy he felt at all his friends coming together to help him, he surged forward and enveloped them both in a hug.
He stayed there, trying to regain his composure, for longer than he would like to admit, but eventually he pulled away.
“C’mon, nobody’s working on the roofs yet!”
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Lost Souls||Closed @helreginn
Felet was honestly confused how they had gotten to this point. It had been two years since he had met Emrys Lokison and a year since he had met his older sister Hel. She had scared him at first, he had been completely convinced that she had been sent by his mother or maybe his foster father to find him. That she would make his hard fought for life and freedom disappear.
He didn’t want to go back to his mother and he certainly didn’t want to go back to the man who had shot him.
But slowly Hel had earned his trust and he’d be lying to himself if he hadn’t spent a considerable amount of time thinking about how good of a mother she would be. She always took care of him, would always make sure he was fed and warm and welcome. She never cared if his powers went a little wonky and broke something, even if that something looked incredibly old and expensive.
Which was why he wasn’t entirely surprised when he slipped up and called her mom one day.
“Um…you can ignore that…if you want. Or don’t I mean who am I to tell you what to do. Just…sorry?”
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more rambling about my au bc why not
This is where the gayness begins for these two.These two have taken over my brain and I have so many scenario ideas.
Flirting somewhat works with Death?-Puss whether he's being the furry lover he is,or because he's interested in them,Puss can be a HUGE flirt.And since he finds himself being interested in Death,he decides to flirt with the lovely wolf boy himself.
What he doesn't realize is that flirting with Death goes two ways.The first:He doesn't get it and can sometimes take it literally.The second:He get so incredibly flustered and nervous that it makes him so very,very cute.
Death is a romantic-Puss is a flirt but Death is the romantic.He'll leave gifts at Puss' door and may leave roses or flowers.
Once he even left a bouquet of roses for Puss,leaving the feline so incredibly flustered.Due to his love of literature and books in general,Death may or not fluster Puss with the power of poetry.Some times,Puss will see Death drawing him in a certain way,and at the bottom,he'll see little hearts.This sends the loveable feline into a closeted bi panic.
It's the little things that make you fall for someone even more-As the two have gotten closer,they've noticed little things about eachother. Death has noticed that Puss' eyes have this faint sparkle to them reflecting just how lively his 'friend' is and that they distinctly remind him of emeralds.
Puss however has noticed that when you look closer,despite him having a long ass tongue and sharp as hell teeth,Death has a soft smile.Showing the kindness and softness deep down,he's also noticed that Death likes to whistle as he finds it comforting.He bites his lip when he's nervous and paces when he's under some bad stress.
You didn't think there was just going to be only angst did you?Welp,now you have some fluff.
Time to go listen to some songs now-
#pussdeath#death in boots#puss in boots#death puss in boots#wolf puss in boots#lobo puss in boots#puss in boots au#have some fluff#puss x death#puss in boots 2#i ramble#puss n boots the last wish#puss in boots the last wish#puss in boots fire on fire
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“You just have a good day alright? And remember; you should always be yourself-“
“-And take no shit from anyone!”
Those are the words of her parents, and well, she should always listen to their instructions.
Frye lives a comfortably lonely life by herself, dangerous, reckless, she lives happy and true to herself at school, playing the happy delinquent villain as she's good at playing. However she's ever conscious of the fins that cut the water by her. A shark of pure elegance and grace and awful primness that makes her want to roll her eyes into her skull.
It's not until the day she catches Shiver Hohojiro with their mask finally discarded that she asks of them of one thing;
“You wanna ditch class with me?”
#splatoon#writing#shiver hohojiro#shiver splatoon#frye onaga#frye splatoon#splatoon 3#shivrye#HAVE SOME FLUFF
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You don’t have to do that… 😳
#stucky#bucky barnes#fanart#steve rogers#james buchanan barnes#steven grant rogers#james barnes#I miss them so much#have some fluff
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Belated Happy White Day <3
Thank you !! <3 Though I think white day was already over a month ago so… happy very belated white Day. 😆 💕
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You’re tired.
Worn out, yes… but also tired of coming to your F/O broken, getting comforted — if either by soothing words or their gentle touches — and coming back to them the next day, re-broken with the same problem like a machine in disrepair.
Why would your F/O stick around to watch the same train wreck? To watch their patience and love be wasted every time you are sent off to meet the thing or person that searches to tear you down? What opportunity do they see in trying to weather away a cruelty that is already done and will be done again and again?
Why are they here?
However, dear reader, it’s a different matter to your F/O. To put it simply, they care for you deeply. Light fills every crack and crevice in them where darkness once took root just when they see your eyes shine in that unique way when you're whisked too far away into your passion to notice them being so drunk on their love. When the tide of despair rises, you won’t be deserted. Even when you’ll inevitably wake up, eyes rimmed with loss of sleep and regret… your F/O will still be beside you to whisk away your doubts, like you’ve done for them so many times.
You’re not hard work that’s ruined or hours of someone else’s day being wasted. You’re already a masterpiece in your F/O’s eyes, and if they have to assure you everyday for the next eternity just to see how bright your colors truly are— to flip off the world’s cruelty and make you forget your troubles, they gladly would. You’re not a chore to them, you’re their beloved, their treasure.
Your F/O would kiss away every wound and curse the world for not treating you kindly. No matter how many times your faith in the world shakes, they’ll always stand beside you during the tremors and hold your hand.
#[insert bunch of self-hate shit here]#I had a whole paragraph on why I hate this imagine and yet…#idk I’d rant but that would just be negative#have some fluff#I wrote it at 3 AM#f/o x s/i#imagine your comfort character#romantic f/o#queerplatonic f/o#imagine your f/o#f/o prompts#f/o imagines#self shipping#**detonates**#my writing
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