Imagine a sick character curling up against another, completely denying that they’re sick at all and insisting they’re “just cold/tired” but the caretaker knowsthey never show affection like that unless they feel awful so they’re just like “uh huh. sure. keep telling yourself that.”
“Nobody is going to be mad at you if you take a break, you know. I know you want to get all your work done, but you’re at the point where it’ll be faster if you just take the time to sleep, then work more after you wake up.”
“You look like you just walked off the set of a horror movie, what happened?”
“Either you can cooperate or I can call someone for backup, but one way or another, you are going to get actual medical treatment, even if I have to drag you there myself.”
“You still feel a little warm, ________. Just take it easy for another day, please? For my peace of mind, if nothing else.”
“When was the last time you stopped to take care of yourself? You look horrible!”
“Alright, enough is enough. Let me help, it’s obvious you can’t walk that far on your own.”
The badass/stoic whumpee is given a stuffed animal by a small child while they’re recovering. Bonus points if they grow to genuinely like the stuffed animal having never had one during their childhood
- Person A walking home in the cold and being greeted at the door by Person B with a mug of cocoa
- Getting lost in the snow and having to wait for rescue
- Blanket fort
- “Don’t worry. It’s just a cold. I’m fine.” Person B going overboard caring for them anyway, and Person A not hating the extra attention as much as they claim.
- Waking up in the morning with a groan and a “Ugh. Person B, I’m not feeling too great.”
- Warming frozen toes in front of a crackling fire while huddled in an old quilt
- The much bigger Person A wrapping part of their coat around Person B to keep the wind from chilling them
- Warming a blanket in the dryer before wrapping Person A in it
- Hot tea with honey for a sore throat
- Snowbound in a cabin
- Person B buying a ton of Christmas lights because they don’t aggravate Person A’s migraines the way regular lights do
- Exhausted from holiday stress (bonus if someone notices and makes them take a few days off work to rest)
- Warm blanket and an old book since it’s too cold to go outside
Trigger warning(s)/Tags: angst, hurt(?)/comfort, fluff, comfort, mentions of insecurities, body image issues, body type descriptions
Word count: 1469 words
Date posted: Feb. 2 2022
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• First of all, this has been on my mind for months so I have to share it
• Second, Itto would be WEAK for a chubby s/o
• Like, you cannot tell me this man wouldn’t be over the fucking moon for any type of s/o
• Regardless of your body type, Itto would give you the utmost respect, love, and support
• It’s already known that this loving himbo would go out of his way for anyone he loves and cares about, even if he doesn’t know them that well
• So him loving all types of appearances is completely within the realm of reality
• He also just gives off that vibe
• But back to the main topic here: our beloved himbo absolutely adoring his chubby!s/o
• He loves to cuddle into your chest or stomach and just be surrounded by your warmth
• His love language is 1000% physical affection
• If you gently pull his head down into your chest when cuddling, he will fucking DIE
• This man is down bad, please take care of him
• He prides himself on protecting you and making sure you’re okay
• He gets into a lot of trouble on his adventures, so he has to make sure you’re okay over everything else
• You’re precious to him, so he’d do absolutely anything to keep you safe and healthy
• Insecurities? Not on his watch
• He tells you how much he loves you every moment of the day
• One day he finds you looking in the mirror, poking and prodding at fat
• It doesn’t click in his mind at first
• He honestly just thinks you’re admiring yourself the way he usually does
• Then you suck your stomach in, sighing out in frustration when you don’t achieve your desired outcome
• He’s still a little confused to be honest
• Confused as to why you’re frustrated
• What’s there to be annoyed with? It’s skin, beautiful skin that he loves to squeeze and kiss and admire as of it was a shining star placed into his hands by a god
• It isn’t until you avert your own gaze, looking away at the mocking reflection, and grab your previously discarded shirt from the counter, that it clicks
• Are you unhappy with your look?
• He doesn’t quite understand this struggle personally, but he empathizes with you still
• He’s far from immune to insecurity, having his fair share of the wretched feeling
• Itto understands what it feels like to have those plaguing thoughts ringing in the back of your mind, screaming at you
• He fears not being able to protect you, thinking he’s not good enough for you or that he’s only going to bring you down with him. The list goes on
• So when he sees you in such a vulnerable state, it breaks his heart
• Especially since you’re fretting over a part of yourself that he loves so much
• Nuzzling his face into your stomach is probably one of his favorite pastimes
• The chub on your arms makes you one of the best huggers he’s ever met
• Your chubby cheeks? The best place to plaster sweet kisses over and over so he can hear your melodious voice giggling while you tell him to stop
• Your thighs are heavenly pillows which he thanks the archons for every morning and night
• Itto understands the feeling of insecurity, but he can’t quite understand this insecurity
• But that doesn’t make it invalid!
• He knows that it’ll be a nagging little voice regardless of what he says
• But if he can help reduce it to just an annoying nagging voice that you can flick away, then he’ll do just that
• Making his way to the bathroom, he steps behind you, looking at the reflection of you both in the mirror
• His arms snake around your waist and he bends slightly to rest his head at the base of your neck and shoulder
• He wordlessly gazes at your reflection, a soft smile taking over his lips at your image
• The words he had quickly planned out seemed to float from his mind, lost in the lovesick grin he adorns
• “You’re so gorgeous.” is all he’s able to muster up
• Realizing he must have seen you, your face heats up, eyes widening and trying to hold back the embarrassment rising in your throat
• Itto sends a silent, understanding smile, before kissing the base of your neck and nuzzling his nose into the warm skin
• “I love you, you know that right?”
• His words never fail to make your heart flutter, but you can’t help but wonder if your heartbeat speeding up is from the sentiment or the anxiety
• “Yeah,” you choke out with a stiff chuckle, “ you tell me everyday.”
• “That also means every part of you.” His voice is muffled with his face planted comfortably in your neck
• He looks back up into the mirror, the gentle, loving smile never having left his face
• “What do you mean?”
• “I mean,” he takes in a deep breath, standing up to his full height, pulling you closer against his chest. “it’s time for us to cuddle and for me to show you how much I love you’re pudge!”
• The words don’t seem to hit as well as he would have hoped, you tiny smile still holding an edge of resentment
• “Why do you like it?”
• “Like what?”
• “My fat. You’re always holding or squeezing it, doesn’t it gross you out?” You sneer at the reflection which seems to mocks you
• “Gross me out? Why would it do that?”
• “Well it’s just.. there. Wouldn’t you want to be with someone that’s more fit like you?”
• Now that genuinely confuses him
• Man is the embodiment of the meme where the woman’s confused with math equations around her head
• “What makes them any different from you?” His hands, still tightly wound around your waist, start subconsciously rubbing and kneading at your stomach. A comforting action he’d picked up fairly early on in your relationship
• “They’re skinny, I’m not. Wouldn’t you want someone prettier? Like with a flat stomach?”
• Your words hit him like a punch in the gut, but the tears starting to form in your eyes only make the feeling worse
• “But you’re gorgeous, I couldn’t dream of being with someone else.”
• Itto’s hands move to your shoulders, turning you away from the mirror to look at him
• His hands move to your cheeks, caressing the skin with a gentle thumb
• “Being skinny doesn’t make you beautiful and having extra fat doesn’t make you ugly.”
• His eyes flit back and forth between yours, holding back the urge to pull you into a kiss that very moment
• “I love you and every part of you. Your chub just makes you all the more better to love and cuddle with and kiss and hug and everything else!”
• He planted scattered kisses along forehead, cheeks, and nose. Muttering “I love you”s between each
• Describing and explaining things may not be his strongest suit but the sincerity of his words is enough to get the message across
• Again, his love language is physical affection, so showing how much he loves and adores you is the best way he knows how of assuring you
• “Thank you, I love you too, Itto”
• You’re still not feeling great, Itto can tell
• Your smile doesn’t reach your eyes and you have a tired and drowsy look in your eyes
• “So, about that cuddling part…”
• Itto looks at you hopefully, taking in the gentle smile which grows just a little bit wider at his suggestion
• “Okay,” you chuckle. “Come on, I could use a nap.”
• You take his hand to drag him over to the bed, now pulling a lovesick man who seems to be floating on cloud nine
• Crawling under the covers, you lay on your back, opening your arms to your boyfriend invitingly
• Itto’s eyes light up like a kid being given some fresh and sweet dango
• He cuddles up to your chest, placing tiny kisses along your stomach and chest, whispering sweet nothings after each
• Finally, he settles when you gently pull his head down to your chest, running your hands through his hair and humming a small tune
• Hearing your contented sigh, he watches as you slowly drift off to sleep, comforted by the warmth he was giving
• If he was standing he might have just fallen over
• He swears that whenever he’s with you, it feels like he’s died and gone to Celestia
• He’s not fully sure how to help but he’ll do whatever he can to make sure you know that you are cherished and loved. Chubbiness and all
Alright, this is all thekiribaku ‘s fault( I love you so much and I’m so happy we’re friends! I really hope you’ll enjoy this) merit: she sent me this freaking beautiful fanart by the incredibly talented @taro-k, saying that it fitted my one-shot perfectly AND THAT WAS SO TRUE. IT JUST BROUGHT BACK ALL THE FEELS I HAVE FOR “TILL DEATH DO US APART”! I’m not afraid to say that it’s probably the story I love the most among all those I’ve ever written. This is totally self-indulgent, I just had to let all these headcanons out of my brain, to satisfy my need of “more”. And I apologize for making our lovely boys suffer more, but happiness is a fight and they’re willing to go through it all to gain it. So don’t worry, they are and will be fine, but I just needed to address all the issues that their “Happy Ever After” would have entailed.
KiriBaku “Till Death Do Us Apart” Headcanons, Anxiety and Traumas, Hurt/Comfort, Soulmates, True Love
-Even if they are finally together again, things are not easy for them. All the memories of their past lives are there, continuously mixing up with the present and sneaking behind them in the most unexpected moments, mining their present. They have to learn to deal with fear, loneliness, pain and a weight they would have liked to forget.
- Sometimes Bakugou feels so suffocated being a normal teenager, without being able to go on adventures, without his kingdom to protect and guide. He feels so vulnerable without his explosions, his senses now duller than before. He can’t but help but feeling frustrated and getting the spasmodic need to fight. Fight and win. It has always been a routing for him during high school, even before remembering: no matter how hard Kaminari and Todoroki tried, he would always manage to throw himself into a meaningless fight. Only Kirishima can finally make him stop getting into street/school scuffles, and, together, they decide to go hiking as soon as Bakugou starts to feel restless.
But Kirishima is the one who has it worse. He is so… human now. His body feels small, unfamiliar, weak… He can’t turn into a dragon, he can’t fly anymore, but he remembers all of it, how it felt soaring the sky and playing among the clouds. And when the memories hit him, he falls into a sort of apathetic trance as if he couldn’t see the world around anymore; he searches for high places, like the rooftop, where to stare at the sky he once owned, much to the fear of his friends who powerlessly see him going numb. And it always takes all of Bakugou’s patience and affection to bring him back to the present: he has to let the red dragon vent it out, scream in pain and anger as he mourns his loss, as he accuses Bakugou of not knowing what it means for him to be caged in that body and then apologizes between the tears because he would only like to forget but he can’t. Only between his arms Kirishima feels grounded again.
-Bakugou, especially during the first years, can’t bear being separated by Kirishima, as if he could disappear again in a blink, vanishing like one of his memories. Obviously, still being teenagers who live with their parents and attend different schools, they have no choice. They adapt, continuously texting about the stupidest things just to remember each other they are there. And when they are together, Bakugou is physically unable to stay away from Kiri, always keeping an arm around his waist or his shoulders; he can’t stand having other people touching him, even if with time gains enough self-control not to growl to Kiri’s friends. And even if Kirishima, before he remembered, has always let his friends draping on him, now he doesn’t have the heart to scold Bakugou too much when he kicks them away, because he feels the same desperate need as he does.
-When Bakugou loses Kiri in a crowd, he has a breakdown, immediately screaming his name and running around unaware of his surroundings until he has found him again and pulled him to the chest.
-Kirishima is terrified of darkness and solitude. It feels like… dying again. He can remember the crippling fear of leaving his King behind and venturing alone into a realm of shadows. He can’t sleep at night until he’s exhausted or has taken some pills to knock himself out. However, Bakugou comes up with a better solution: he calls his boyfriend every night, talking of everything and nothing until he hears Kiri yawning; at this point, he starts humming soft lullabies to make him fall asleep peacefully.
If there’s a blackout or Kiri wakes up in the middle of the night and realizes he’s alone, in the dark, he has a severe panic attack. It happened more than once that he was so out of it that his parents had to call Bakugou and beg him to come and help their son, who was raving about him being dead. Panic attacks seem to be the most common manifestation of Kiri’s anxiety and fear.
-Kaminari and Todoroki are obviously curious as to why their best friend suddenly disappears every day instead of hanging with them; it’s not like that Bakugou could tell the whole truth, so he avoids the topic as long as he can, but they bother him so much (Kaminari at least) that his tongue finally slips and, at the umpteenth “Who are you meeting?” he absentmindedly replies, “My Soulmate.”
Hell breaks loose.
At first, they are incredibly suspicious, but an hour after having met Kirishima they are absolutely in love with the sunshine boy and shockingly convinced that Bakugou was telling the truth. They don’t know how it’s possible, but they only have to look at how they move and interact with each other to realize that, indeed, they are Soulmates.
To Sero and Mina, Kirishima’s best friends, takes more time to warm to Bakugou, due to his abrasive personality, but they can’t fake not to see the adoration in his eyes when he looks at the redhead or the way they seem to be able to breathe only when together.
-Even if they can’t legally marry, Bakugou buys a pair of (cheap) rings as soon as they are both eighteen and proposes during a cozy home-date, just them watching an action movie as they cuddle on the couch. It’s not as beautiful as the betrothal necklace was, but Kirishima accepts all the same with tears, broken “I love you”s and a smile that could light the whole city, so, in the end, Bakugou is satisfied the same.
They both put them on a necklace and wear it every day.
-When high school ends and they move in together, things start to improve: their wounds slowly heal, they learn how to control their memories and keep them out, how to live and enjoy the present. They become able to live their lives separately without being constantly anxious when apart, to hang out with their respective circles of friends without the other, to spend the lessons without texting continuously.
-This doesn’t mean is everything peaches and cream. They have petty daily fights as much as serious, heavy quarrels that put their relationship in danger. Even if most would say Kirishima is the most insecure one, always feeling not enough for someone as great as Bakugou and fighting with his anxiety, is the latest the one who starts the serious arguments, who overthinks everything.
The worst one happened during a peaceful night, after a silent dinner. Kirishima had already noticed something was wrong with Bakugou but wanted to let him space and time to approach the issue on his own. All had started because Bakugou had crashed a birthday party to which only Kirishima had been invited, by chance. At that moment, he had realized something he had always known but never admitted aloud: Kirishima Eijirou, the human Kirishima, was great. He was great as much as his past life was.
But Bakugou? What had Bakugou become?
He honestly couldn’t say the same for himself, couldn’t he? From King of the East to a cold, stubborn, aggressive teenager.
The thought had started to devour him from the inside until that night, as they walked to the bedroom together.
The words slipped easily from his mouth.
“Let’s break up.”
Kirishima froze, turning slightly.
“What?” he blurted, red eyes blown wide in horror.
“Let’s break up,” Bakugou repeated with his eyes fixed on the ground.
“A-are you mad? D-d I do something? We- we can talk about-”
“You wouldn’t love me if it wasn’t for the past, Eijirou. Don’t you see it? You’re a fucking ray of sunshine!” His words were like a cold shower to Kirishima, who gaped, but the blond didn’t see his heartbroken expression. He clenched his fists and continued, pain seeping through his tone, “You would have never fallen in love with me if it wasn’t for the past. The normal, human you would have never considered loving me. You would have probably despised or pitied me. Do you realize how much you’re fucking losing by staying with me? This is so fucking maddening! I saw you, I saw the light you’ve always had in you! But I’m not the same anymore, you’re just conditioned by your memories to love me! All- All of this! Makes no sense! I’m just- fuck! Robbing you of a happier life! You have to forget it all, forget and move on!” Bakugou let out a hollow laughter, raising his hands to the ceiling, “Let’s break-”
The slap hit him square on the cheek, echoing in the silent room.
Bakugou blinked, shocked, and finally met Kirishima’s gaze. He was trembling, hand still raised, and his red eyes shined with tears.
He had never, never hurt Bakugou outside of a sparring match before. Never.
“Take it back,” he hissed.
“Eij-”
“TAKE IT BACK!” He screamed grabbing this t-shirt and pulling him forward, “TAKE IT FUCKING BACK!”
Bakugou was so surprised by the pure, desperate rage that lighted his eyes, that only nodded. He hadn’t even noticed that silent tears were spilling from his own eyes.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered as guilty and fear made him regret ever opening his mouth.
Kirishima crushed against his chest, hiding the face in the crook of his neck and holding onto him with all his strength.
“This is not fake, this is not forced! I love this Katsuki as much as I loved my King! No matter what- no matter what, I love you! So never say it again! Never say we should break up! Never!”
“I’m sorry, Eiijirou…” Bakugou repeated, wrapping his arm around him, letting his fear and pain flow. “I’m sorry…”
“You said it, don’t you dare forget, Katsuki,” Kirishima sobbed, “There’s no God of Death who could ever pull us apart. I will still love you through the next hundred lives.”
“I’m sorry,” Bakugou begged again, “I love you, I love you, Eijirou.”
-They find the painting while they’re strolling in town, and it’s love at first sight. Kirishima, even if he can hardly gaze away, is a bit unsure about buying it because of the price, but Bakugou is adamant. He needs that, that’s how they should have been remembered, that was what he was glad he could still see in his mind.
Them. It’s them. Bakugou Katsuki, King of the East, and Kirishima Eijirou, the Red Dragon. Together.
After a lot of bargaining, Bakugou manages to have to owner promise to save it for him and starts to work part-time to afford it, under his boyfriend’s back. Obviously, Kirishima is not an idiot and discovers it pretty quickly: in a week he’s able to get hired in the same café as Bakugou, who can hardly hide his happiness behind snarky remarks.
They manage to buy the painting just in time for Christmas and hang it in the living room, where they can see it daily. Every time one of them is home alone, especially as they grow older and have different schedules or business trips, the other would spend as much time as possible in front of the painting. Eating, sleeping, working or lazing around under its shadow as if it was a sort of charm; even talking to it, as if their partner could hear them. And when loneliness and fear crawl into their hearts, anxiety chokes them into the dark, and memories of blood, solitude, and death flash in front of their eyes, they can just look at the painting and remember the happiness they used to share during their past life, that they’re together again, and that a whole new life of joy and love awaits them.
Summary: Aziraphale is trapped inside the apartment and we finally get to know the person who captured Crowley. But who is this young lad who imitates the demon’s style? And what is his goal?
Sneak peek: Aziraphale doesn’t even know why he’s so surprised and horrified at once. He had expected that Crowley’s capturer could only be a demon, yes, and yet it makes so much more sense. The disguise, the stolen holy oil… of course! No demon could waltz that easily into churches, a human could. Suddenly, Aziraphale has a very dull feeling in his stomach.
“Evil never sleeps, huh? Judging by the dark shadows under your eyes, you should rest a bit, kiddo,” Crowley suggests, his voice layered with honey, stickily sweet like a fly-trap and equally perilous. “Or is it just eye-shadow? I don’t get your emo-style completely.”
Aziraphale winces inwardly by Crowley’s bold words, but he also realises that the demon is trying to buy him time. It’s a diversionary manoeuvre, extraordinarily foolish and reckless, a hundred percent Crowley style, to distract the human and give Aziraphale the chance to sneak outside the apartment. Oh yes, he should leave now, right? Thirteen energetic steps, and he’ll reach the door in a jiffy. Very well. He was leaving. Any second now.
He hesitates, though.
Crowley is captured by a human. A thin, breakable human . It would be easy for the Principality to overpower the young man, wouldn’t it? Force him with all his angelic powers to free the demon and end this ridiculous business immediately. It might be a little unpleasant for all of them, yet the only reasonable solution. Simply one problem thwarts the plan.
A very big THANKSfor proofreading again goes to @ineffableomenshusbands who has the best beta reading style and puts two and two together perfectly, haha ;D
Summary: Aziraphale has convinced the gullible Remiel to enter the apartment alone to get the chance to talk with Crowley privately. What he gets to see there is not at all what he expected, and brings him and everyone else in great danger.
Sneak peek: At the time he enters the room with the big flat screen and opulent desk, Aziraphale is almost giving up on finding anyone, and then he sees it… or him, a person, actually, but alarmingly lifeless. For seconds Aziraphale forgets everything he’s supposed to do, he forgets the mission, his orders and the waiting Remiel, and he forgets the fact that he has just willingly gone to an apartment full of evil demonic energy. At this very moment he does not think, he does not feel, his fingers are numb and long for a miracle.
“Crowley!”
His own panicked shout echoes from the cold walls. Without any recollection of how he got there so fast, Aziraphale finds himself in front of the chair. For seconds, he just freezes in motion, because the first glance at the man horrors him, and he couldn’t even tell why. Ginger hair frames the pointy face, a mane just as curly and long as the first time they met, somehow familiar and yet so seemingly strange to Aziraphale.
“Crowley?” he asks again, more cautiously, hardly daring to believe it is really the demon in front of him. Strands of hair stick to his sweaty forehead, which Aziraphale removes carefully to get a better view. His face is pale, there are dark smudges under his eyes and his lower lip is blood-encrusted.
Aziraphale could see the pupils twitching uneasily behind the other man’s lids. He has got small rosy marks on his forehead and chest as if his skin was burned there. Though he cannot see any other signs of external injury, the man in front of him doesn’t look very healthy either. More specifically, apart from the twitching of his eyelids, he looks pretty dead.
Author’s note: Thanks dear reader for still following the story! This is one of my favourite chapters so far, because yes I admit I’m one of these fangirls who is living for the hurt/comfort moments. I hope you will enjoy it too. And also a huge thank you to @ineffableomenshusbands for beta-reading this a long time ago!
A whumpee weakly reaching for support on something as they stumble, except whatever they grab isn’t sturdy enough to hold their weight and they crash to the ground anyway, taking whatever it was down with them
starter sentences focused on softness, kindness, and caring for another (injured) person! feel free to change tenses, pronouns, etc. as you like! content warnings: swearing
❝ it’s not as bad as it looks. ❞
❝ you’re looking a lot better now. ❞
❝ you had a rough start, but you’re improving each day. ❞
❝ i’ll be with you every step of the way. i hope you know that. ❞
❝ calm down, do you want to reopen your wounds? ❞
❝ how the fuck did you manage to do this!? nevermind. let me help you. ❞
❝ we’re in this together. you hurt, i hurt. ❞
❝ here, it’s easier to get patched up with a second set of hands. ❞
❝ i’ve got the gift of healing. and you’re the one i want to use that gift for most of all. ❞
❝ i know, i know. it’s rough. but you’re going to get through this. ❞
❝ failure isn’t final. it’s a lesson. give yourself time to heal, then you can try again. ❞
❝ don’t get discouraged! we’ll take a break, heal up, and then try again. ❞
❝ for what it’s worth: i’ve seen worse. ❞
❝ you think you look bad? i saw the other person. you fucked them up good! ❞
❝ take pride, you’ll have stories to tell when your wounds become scars. ❞
❝ if i know you half as well as i think i do: this was bound to happen. you really do like to go all in. ❞
❝ if this happens again, don’t fight. run. come to me! i’ll handle it. ❞
❝ next time you’re in trouble, take me along yeah? ❞
❝ this’ll sting, but it’ll help. ❞
❝ let me get more pillows, maybe that’ll help! ❞
❝ i’m not going to ask how you managed this. but i’m going to help fix it. ❞
❝ i wish you told me sooner. now it’s a lot worse. but, i’m still glad you told me at all. we’ll figure this out. ❞
❝ you know, you’d be a lot better off if you let someone close enough to help you. ❞
❝ here: eat/drink this. it tastes like shit, but it’ll help with the worst of the pain. ❞
sentence starters inspired by and based on the web comic: a softer world. feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc. as needed! content warnings: alcohol (mention), death (mention)
❝ there are no role models for people like me. ❞
❝ they say when you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves. ❞
❝ they under estimated me. ❞
❝ look, i’m just being honest. ❞
❝ i wish there was a better word than sorry. ❞
❝ there are no words for the way i feel about you. ❞
❝ i only said those things because i was too drunk to be afraid. ❞
❝ i will always love you, or anyway i will have always loved you now. ❞
❝ i wonder how many hauntings go unreported? ❞
❝ i don’t deserve you. ❞
❝ life’s not fair. ❞
❝ you are the love of my life so far. ❞
❝ you make me want to pretend to be better. ❞
❝ good decisions are just bad decisions you didn’t get to make. ❞
❝ i love the way your face lights up! ❞
❝ it might be dangerous ❞
❝ i’m glad you’re doing well these days. ❞
❝ i’m doing better than you are. ❞
❝ live and learn. or die and teach by example. ❞
❝ violence is never the answer! ❞
❝ you won’t live forever in their memories, the way you treat them will. ❞
❝ guess who i’m totally sick of! ❞
❝ you were the best mistake i ever made. ❞
❝ i’m not sure how to deal with just drifting apart. ❞
❝ turns out that sometimes the future actually belongs to someone else. ❞
sentence starters based on/inspired by the web comic:a softer world. please feel free to change pronouns/tenses/etc. as you like! content warnings: alcohol (mention), death (mention), swearing
❝ when i play, i play to win. ❞
❝ i would give my soul to have you back! ❞
❝ you handsome fuck! ❞
❝ you’ll miss your parents, and the sun, but you could sing. ❞
❝ imagine: scuba gear for kittens! ❞
❝ everything will be okay, i’m here. ❞
❝ i’m married to the sea. ❞
❝ i lost everything! ❞
❝ fuck politics, i just want to burn shit down. ❞
❝ be the trouble you want to see in this world! ❞
❝ have you heard the good news? ❞
❝ at the end of the day, i’m alone with the things i have done. ❞
❝ i’d rather die terrified than live forever. ❞
❝ i can’t decide if this is heaven or hell. ❞
❝ i love you so much, i want to shout it from the rooftops! ❞
❝ there no word for the things i’ll do to the people who wronged me. ❞
❝ second best isn’t so bad. ❞
❝ if at first you don’t succeed: run! ❞
❝ you say catastrophe, i say fuck yes! ❞
❝ please don’t scream when you turn around? ❞
❝ sometimes it feels pretty good to be me. ❞
❝ i hate trying to put my desire into words. ❞
❝ i’d rather die with the sun in my face. ❞
❝ i think you’re beautiful and i’d like to kiss you. ❞
starter sentences based on and inspired by the web comic: a softer world. feel free to change the pronouns/tenses/etc. as needed! content warnings: conflict, death, war
❝ i’m here because i was locked out again. ❞
❝ you think they love you like i do? ❞
❝ there will always be people taunting me. ❞
❝ there’s magic in science! ❞
❝ i should have been brave enough! ❞
❝ my grandfather and father died in wars. me? we’ll see. ❞
❝ when i get out of here, things will be different. ❞
❝ i’m going on dates with pretty girls! ❞
❝ back then, you were always laughing. ❞
❝ after the incident, it was just them and me. ❞
❝ we talked about the subjectivity of morals. ❞
❝ i guess it doesn’t matter now. ❞
❝ everyone expects me to be jealous instead of relieved. ❞
❝ two years in a row, someone’s died on my birthday. ❞
❝ as a child i learned that books can set you free. ❞
❝ when i was young, i made windchimes from everything. ❞
❝ is that all you’ve got?! ❞
❝ what kind of person talks trash during a chess game? ❞
❝ i wonder if there were lesbian dinosaurs? ❞
❝ it’s okay, stop crying. ❞
❝ i don’t know who to trust! ❞
❝ maybe next year is the year. ❞
❝ i dare you to say something! ❞
❝ nobody else takes those quiet walks with you now, do they? ❞
❝ when a person finds their calling, it shines through them. ❞
starter sentences based on and inspired by the web comica softer world. please feel free to adjust pronouns/tenses/etc. as needed! content warnings: grief,death (implied), war (implied/mentioned)
❝ are my parents ever coming home? ❞
❝ there has to be an answer! ❞
❝ they understand what i had to do for love! ❞
❝ i cried for weeks, nothing could console me. ❞
❝ you really think there will be no one to stop you? ❞
❝ for them, this is a terrible thing. for me it’s one last chance. ❞
❝ i was so sure my search would end when i found you. ❞
❝ my sister and i were found abandoned. ❞
❝ that was the worst snowstorm anyone could remember. ❞
❝ after the war, the fallout drove us underground. ❞
❝ there’s a whole world off this island. ❞
❝ all it takes is one long swim to start over. ❞
❝ tell my mother i love her. ❞
❝ being in love is totally punk rock! ❞
❝ i’m afraid to go on this mission. ❞
❝ i’m afraid of sabotage, of failure. ❞
❝ when i look back on that day, i can’t help but wonder. ❞
❝ we could hitchhike out of here! leave this little town behind. ❞
❝ yes, i believe in love. yes, i’m a dreamer. ❞
❝ i’m not alone! ❞
❝ what if i told you there’s more of us than you suspect? ❞
❝ when you’re around, i don’t know how to hide my feelings. ❞
❝ i wonder if i’m making a mistake? ❞
❝ my dad says sometimes things aren’t a simple dichotomy. ❞
❝ sleepovers are an integral part of a social life! ❞
Jiang Cheng is sure he has been looking at the same two invitation designs for the past ten minutes. He’s no longer sure he can even make out the difference between them. Jiang Cheng tilts his head back with a groan, rubbing his eyes in the hopes of making them stop burning but of course it doesn’t work.
Jiang Cheng is still debating if he should switch over to the flower arrangements for now when he hears the door, quickly followed by Nie Mingjue’s light steps, Baxia and Sandu in tow, their tongues no doubt lolling out.
“I’m back!” Nie Mingjue calls out.
“Kitchen,” Jiang Cheng replies and tilts his head back for a kiss when Nie Mingjue comes into the room.
“Hi,” Nie Mingjue says once they part and Jiang Cheng smiles up at him.
“Hi,” he gives back. “How was your run?”
“You should ask them,” Nie Mingjue says with a pointed look at the two dogs who are too busy drinking to pay any attention to Jiang Cheng.
“You tired them out,” Jiang Cheng observes and Nie Mingjue smiles sheepishly at him.
“Not my fault they can’t keep pace,” he gives back before he looks at the table, a frown on his face. “Are you still looking at invitations?”
“Yeah,” Jiang Cheng sighs. “I have it narrowed down to these two though, I think. How do you like them?”
Nie Mingjue musters them for a moment and then shakes his head.
“My heart, those are the exact same two we already had as our favourites. What are you doing?”
“I just wanted to be sure,” Jiang Cheng pouts. “I want this wedding to be perfect so I compared them to all the other designs again.”
“Oh, my heart,” Nie Mingjue says and bends down to hug Jiang Cheng from behind. “The wedding is already going to be perfect because it’s our wedding. I’m marrying you. It doesn’t get more perfect than that. The design of the invitation really doesn’t have anything to do with that at all.”
“I know,” Jiang Cheng whispers and laces their fingers together. “I know that. I just–”
“You still want it to be perfect,” Nie Mingjue finishes for him and presses a kiss to the side of Jiang Cheng’s face. “I get that. But we both have stared at designs and arrangements for too long. We should give it a little bit of rest and come back to it in one or two days, alright?”
“Fine,” Jiang Cheng sighs, but he knows that Nie Mingjue is right.
The invitations look the same to him already and it would probably do him some good to think about something else for a while. They still have time until the wedding anyway.
“Good.” Another kiss to Jiang Cheng’s cheek. “Now put all of that away, I stopped by that one dinner place on my run and placed an order. It should be here in ten minutes or so,” Nie Mingjue tells him and lets go of Jiang Cheng. “I’m going to hop under the shower real quick.”
“You’re perfect,” Jiang Cheng tells him just as his stomach rumbles and Nie Mingjue gives him a dimpled smile.
