My Computer's Battery Just Died So Requests Might Be A Bit Slower Than Normal. Sorry For That..

I saw the ship dialogue prompt and I came to request for Lost Sliver with numbers 9. and 20. Maybe reader is comforting Lost sliver about something.

9) "You look sad".

20) "I could just use a hug."

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"Nice job, Chansey. I appreciate your help." Smiling, you watched as the normal-type Pokémon plastered the final bandaid onto Gold's torso, covering the cut there.

While she tended to the numerous smaller injuries to his body, you focused on bandaging his limbs, making sure they were wrapped snuggly into stumps.

Of course, you weren't worried about him getting any infection since, well..he was dead. He couldn't catch the common cold even if he tried.

But you knew that he's been insecure about leaking blood everywhere and grossing out everyone he met, so you decided to do something about it and let him into one of your clinical rooms at the Pokémon Center.

Being a nurse who helped patients with traumatic injuries had its perks, as you knew exactly how to help your boyfriend.

However, it was only now that he decided to trust you enough to do this. He used to flinch at being touched before, and so for him to approach you and finally agree to this brought you relief.

He allowed you pull off his hat, jacket, and shirt, leaving just his shorts on before you got to work patching him up. You could see how flustered he was, cheeks turning pink despite his expression remaining blank. But he didn't complain once, simply nodding when you asked if he was okay so far.

However, after giving Chansey a treat for her good work before sending her out of the room, you were confused when Gold seemed...even sadder than before.

He didn't look happy in the slightest, staring at his covered wounds with a frown.

"What's wrong, love? You look sad." You remarked, gently running your fingers through his hair. When he didn't answer you, worries began clouding your mind. "If you need anything else..please tell me. I'm here to help you, no matter what."

"I feel...fine, but...." He stopped, looking down at the bandages on where his legs would've been. "I....I could just use a hug. But I know I look...d-disgusting...so.." His breath hitched, tears of blood leaking from his eye sockets as he began regretting such a stupid request. "Forget it...I-I don't need anything else.."

Your heart broke at the fact he thought that about himself. But then again...this was probably the first time he was seeing himself after his death on that mountain. He had been stuck in those same clothes for years until you came along.

Now with most of them off, it reminded him that he's just a limbless frostbit corpse...and always will be.

How were you not grossed out?

"Gold..." Frowning slightly, you sat beside him and pulled him into a hug, feeling him shake with quiet sobs. His skin was freezing cold, but you did your best to keep him warm. "You don't look disgusting to me at all."

"..I-I don't..?"

"No, I've seen lots of stuff in my career so..this doesn't bother me at all." You carded a hand through his hair. "I'm just glad you trusted me, sweetheart."

Hearing you call him that left Beautiflies in his stomach. No matter if you said it once, or a million times..that will never fail to make him flushed.

It didn't help matters when you kissed the top of his head, although he eventually relaxed in your arms, head against your chest as he listened to your heartbeat. And he closed his eyes, for once not feeling anymore pain.

He thought he was beyond help, but you proved him wrong.

pls rb if you think cuddling doesn't have to be s3xual

im tryna prove a point to my bf's mother help me out

Me: covers my ears and rocks back and forth so I don’t have a meltdown My mother: stop it you look like a special needs kid Me: glares in autism

Childhood blues-

One, two, three, and four

I count on my hand, it should be more.

The kids in my class all seem to get along with one another.

Playing, talking, shouting, running.

They all have someone to play with while I am alone.

Sitting on the empty swing set watching and observing.

They all seem to be having fun.

While I am alone..

Some kids spare me a quick glance

But then quickly return to playing.

I wonder if they ever feel lonely or anxious.

As if they're a bystander to an event that’s going on.

They all seem to understand each other.

What to say, what to do, and how to express themselves.

It makes me think that they had the key to being themselves.

While mine was lost and buried so I could never find it.

Is there something wrong with me?

• this user hates autism speaks •

The never ending battle

So real 😼💅

These are mine 😽✌️

every autistic bitch got their two main interests like this

“If you have time to be on social media, you also have time for…” “If you have time to watch Netflix, you also have time for…” Yeah, but do I have the energy for it? Do I have the emotional and mental capacity for it? Am I pain-free enough for it? Can I focus on it? Can I do it without leaving my bed? Can I safely do it without risk of (physically or emotionally) injuring myself by pushing past my boundaries?